<?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-15440003</id><updated>2012-01-28T13:40:50.277+08:00</updated><category term='desserts'/><category term='moments'/><category term='exam'/><category term='hyperwei'/><category term='me'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='lessons'/><category term='councillors'/><category term='random'/><category term='blowing off steam'/><category term='music'/><category term='girl probs'/><category term='school'/><category term='blowing off steam..'/><category term='angry'/><category term='experiences'/><category term='food'/><category term='thoughts'/><category term='emo'/><category term='women are warriors.'/><category term='nonsense'/><category term='love'/><category term='health'/><category term='outing'/><category term='kids'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>These are my thoughts..</title><subtitle type='html'>i write what i feel, how i feel, why i feel.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Peiwee Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11739956631217804867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/SwFWiaha9xI/AAAAAAAABKc/-s7-TZ3lwrg/S220/14754_209387848097_509573097_4160418_3281982_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>438</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15440003.post-4698336495108341490</id><published>2010-12-27T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T22:23:07.923+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experiences'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>A new chapter in my ongoing fairytale.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TRiY1IMfgJI/AAAAAAAACE8/s-wchhoNZCI/s1600/Picture+85.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TRiY1IMfgJI/AAAAAAAACE8/s-wchhoNZCI/s1600/Picture+85.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today marks the last day i'll be blogging here everyone.It's been a very long road worth of blogging here, even longer if you add in my previous blogs. been blogging since 2004, all on my own, and i had written bout events, occasions, my daily life, things i was proud of, things i was ashamed to recall, lessons, experiences, love, downfalls in my love life and how i felt bout myself. but now i've come to a point where i'll be making new experiences and a fresh start in a new place with someone very dear to my heart =] we'll be talking bout our ups and downs since meeting each other and the happiness along with the sadness we've been through together. to all readers, thank you so much for your beloved support, for reading all the rubbish i spill here and for putting up with my randomness. if you happen to want to read it, let me know via msn or facebook and we'll invite you in ok?;) hehehe! lastly, this isn't really a goodbye, its just part of living life with commitments and new adventures! BYE EVERYONE!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Think about it ;)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15440003-4698336495108341490?l=nightmarealive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/feeds/4698336495108341490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15440003&amp;postID=4698336495108341490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/4698336495108341490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/4698336495108341490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/2010/12/new-chapter-in-my-ongoing-fairytale.html' title='A new chapter in my ongoing fairytale.'/><author><name>Peiwee Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11739956631217804867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/SwFWiaha9xI/AAAAAAAABKc/-s7-TZ3lwrg/S220/14754_209387848097_509573097_4160418_3281982_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TRiY1IMfgJI/AAAAAAAACE8/s-wchhoNZCI/s72-c/Picture+85.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15440003.post-8076261900431293603</id><published>2010-12-24T18:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T18:10:09.505+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>silentt nighttt~</title><content type='html'>its christmas eve everyone! so i would like to wish everyone celebrating (or like me- not celebrating) a merry christmas and enjoy your night! hope everything goes well and everyone has a great time attacking the turkey and everyone's laughing like mad!=D!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Think about it ;)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15440003-8076261900431293603?l=nightmarealive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/feeds/8076261900431293603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15440003&amp;postID=8076261900431293603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/8076261900431293603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/8076261900431293603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/2010/12/silentt-nighttt.html' title='silentt nighttt~'/><author><name>Peiwee Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11739956631217804867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/SwFWiaha9xI/AAAAAAAABKc/-s7-TZ3lwrg/S220/14754_209387848097_509573097_4160418_3281982_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15440003.post-3100655363071127748</id><published>2010-12-18T19:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T19:09:18.460+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experiences'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='angry'/><title type='text'>1 MORE DAYY X)</title><content type='html'>you know those nightmares when you're in this dark scary place, trying to call out to another person but that person can't hear you coz he/she is too far away? yeah i just had that moment in real life. -___________-""!&amp;nbsp;&lt;div&gt;went to the stadium with my mom to jog, went for two rounds and i stopped because there were dark clouds and lightning was really near. so i waited for my mom at the stairs as she was walking with her friend. they were approaching the carpark and i thought we could go home and be safe! THEY WENT BACK FOR ANOTHER ROUND!!!!!HFWOIERHFWIOHERIOW!!!!! by then i was agitated, the clouds were getting even darker and lightning was REALLY close to me. they were really far away and didn't seem like they were moving any closer and all of a sudden the rain starts pelting down hard with wind and lightning all over and my gosh i was freaked out! was trying to yell at them to hurry up and they were walking to slowly!!!! by the time they reached i was soaked through and through and the wind was really strong with lightning all over. my driving teacher doesn't allow me to drive when its raining heavily, what more i was standing outside in the pouring rain? definitely a scary experience that could have been avoided at all cost. i'm just glad there was no harm done and the worse i could have is fall sick. ugh.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Think about it ;)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15440003-3100655363071127748?l=nightmarealive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/feeds/3100655363071127748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15440003&amp;postID=3100655363071127748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/3100655363071127748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/3100655363071127748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/2010/12/1-more-dayy-x.html' title='1 MORE DAYY X)'/><author><name>Peiwee Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11739956631217804867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/SwFWiaha9xI/AAAAAAAABKc/-s7-TZ3lwrg/S220/14754_209387848097_509573097_4160418_3281982_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15440003.post-7032747722445894795</id><published>2010-12-17T19:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T19:07:10.290+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experiences'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lessons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>2 more dayyysssss!</title><content type='html'>went out for dimsum this morning at dynasty- not great. although dynasty and emperor's court are typically under the same company, emperor's court dimsum tastes better to me. since my phone's back cover broke, i went to the mall to repair it and it was $75!!gg.com ok! with an hour to spare i went around shopping for necessities and useless things alike. passing by an old acquaintance, i felt a bit sad because it was a good friendship that turned awkward due to certain things i did in the past. i kept thinking about it in my head how my actions changes situations into both good and bad, but i'm gearing more to the bad side right now. i felt confused, embarrassed, guilty and so forth, yet i don't know why friendship had to stop there. ah wells, let it be.. there's no need for me to try to salvage it anymore, only good memories to be remembered.&lt;br /&gt;back to the phone, apparently for sony ericsson phones, they don't seem to have easily detachable covers that can be bought conveniently (unless its only my phone..) so they had to replace the entire package. till now its still pretty difficult to press the buttons, but i'm hoping it'll loosen up sooner or later. note to everyone, if you have a matted surface phone,or any surface that isnt stainless steel/metal/ washable, please don't use those rubber coverings that are also known as "phone condom"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.whoners.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/07/iPhone-condom.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="221" src="http://www.whoners.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/07/iPhone-condom.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;because when you do, over a long period of time, the back of your phone will turn sticky and gunky and nasty &amp;nbsp;and no amount of wiping or scrubbing can help you. my old phone cover turned nastily sticky and i had to resort to using baby powder to reduce the stickiness. but in due time, the powder turned black and you're left with a phone that looks like it has mold growing on the back of it. and no, this isn't smelly tofu so you can't deep fry your phone and eat it thankyouverymuch. so when they changed the whole casing of my phone, i was happy to see a brand new casing minus gunks or mold and i've learnt my lesson and i shall never encase my phone in another phone condom again. for all knows, that phone condom gave my phone STDs instead of &amp;nbsp; helping to prevent it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Think about it ;)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15440003-7032747722445894795?l=nightmarealive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/feeds/7032747722445894795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15440003&amp;postID=7032747722445894795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/7032747722445894795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/7032747722445894795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/2010/12/2-more-dayyysssss.html' title='2 more dayyysssss!'/><author><name>Peiwee Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11739956631217804867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/SwFWiaha9xI/AAAAAAAABKc/-s7-TZ3lwrg/S220/14754_209387848097_509573097_4160418_3281982_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15440003.post-5063242844404473784</id><published>2010-12-15T14:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T14:22:23.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>argh!! Super restless can!! I feel like jumping around n going out, anywhere but in this house!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Think about it ;)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15440003-5063242844404473784?l=nightmarealive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/feeds/5063242844404473784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15440003&amp;postID=5063242844404473784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/5063242844404473784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/5063242844404473784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/2010/12/argh-super-restless-can-i-feel-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Peiwee Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11739956631217804867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/SwFWiaha9xI/AAAAAAAABKc/-s7-TZ3lwrg/S220/14754_209387848097_509573097_4160418_3281982_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15440003.post-7575115698515316398</id><published>2010-12-14T19:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T19:22:59.406+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lessons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><title type='text'>Day 3</title><content type='html'>driving today was frustrating.. my teacher brought me to the hill and the first time i did it- it wasn't bad. the second time i went up- it was SOOOO bad!! i was panicking so so badly and the car rolled all the way down the hill. people say the hardest part is balancing, the hardest part for me is remembering its the CLUTCH side that i have to release and not the pedal, also i have to stop panicking!!T.T ok, let me explain to you in a more simple and summarized way:&lt;br /&gt;using a manual car, you have to go up the slope of a hill and balance yourself on the slope without rolling back. first, you have to reach the part before the curve, then you have to brake, pull up your handbrake then set the car on neutral and let go of all pedals, you SHOULD NOT fall at this stage. now you have to press the clutch all the way in to change to gear one, still with the hand brake up. while doing so, release the clutch halfway while pressing the accelerator in balance. now holding it, push the handbrake down and slowly release the clutch and you will go over. unfortunately for me, I RELEASED THE ACCELERATOR! 9UWEHTFOIWEHRIOWH!!! i &amp;nbsp;fail at this T.T came away pretty frustrated and i seriously didn't want to have anything to do with driving for the rest of the day. haiz.. i have a feeling i wont be able to get away with just 10 hours of lessons. not to mention changing gears on normal road is HORRIBLE T.T dangnabbit.. even that i can't do.. IOWHRTIOWH!! whatever, i shall get over it for now- i have tomorrow to relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basically, not in the mood to deal with studies right now- mom was nagging me to see my aunt for chem AND physics. -.- life just got even more depressing hasn't it? i just don't want to do this right now. sometimes i just wonder to myself, whats the point of learning all these subjects when i don't even enjoy it? its just making my life miserable and it tells me that i'm in the field where i'll be stuck doing things i DISLIKE instead of the things i like. eurgh.. this year started bad, got rough and it prolly will end badly too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waiting for you =[&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Think about it ;)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15440003-7575115698515316398?l=nightmarealive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/feeds/7575115698515316398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15440003&amp;postID=7575115698515316398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/7575115698515316398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/7575115698515316398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/2010/12/day-3.html' title='Day 3'/><author><name>Peiwee Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11739956631217804867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/SwFWiaha9xI/AAAAAAAABKc/-s7-TZ3lwrg/S220/14754_209387848097_509573097_4160418_3281982_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15440003.post-8824716573803389827</id><published>2010-12-13T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T21:51:17.661+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><title type='text'>heart's missing a part of it already</title><content type='html'>been a day without you, definitely feeling the loneliness. been wondering around the house, trying to occupy myself to the fullest, yet i keep wondering if you're ok, whether you've eaten and are you having a good time. been thinking quite a lot and it scares me to think how am i gonna survive without you by my side constantly? =( as the song goes;"i'm officially missing you".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Think about it ;)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15440003-8824716573803389827?l=nightmarealive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/feeds/8824716573803389827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15440003&amp;postID=8824716573803389827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/8824716573803389827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/8824716573803389827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/2010/12/hearts-missing-part-of-it-already.html' title='heart&apos;s missing a part of it already'/><author><name>Peiwee Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11739956631217804867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/SwFWiaha9xI/AAAAAAAABKc/-s7-TZ3lwrg/S220/14754_209387848097_509573097_4160418_3281982_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15440003.post-8796643378226324385</id><published>2010-12-11T20:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T20:10:10.071+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experiences'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lessons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>good food, good company, great experience!</title><content type='html'>heylo everybody!=D! its been a whirlpool of a week ahaha!&amp;nbsp;&lt;div&gt;today was the only day i could actually crawl under blankeys and go back to sleep even though i woke up an hour before so i had a good laid-back saturday =D! lets see if i can recap what has happened:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tuesday- tea time with ms.ong and willie&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TQNkZ2aMVzI/AAAAAAAACEg/y1SxVgSrwOI/s1600/P1010899.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TQNkZ2aMVzI/AAAAAAAACEg/y1SxVgSrwOI/s320/P1010899.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TQNklqkCnSI/AAAAAAAACEk/HLdQ2FUt5lk/s1600/P1010904.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TQNklqkCnSI/AAAAAAAACEk/HLdQ2FUt5lk/s320/P1010904.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TQNkyF5-Y3I/AAAAAAAACEo/tQCYaMCo7_k/s1600/P1010905.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TQNkyF5-Y3I/AAAAAAAACEo/tQCYaMCo7_k/s320/P1010905.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was great =D! i didn't get to talk to her much during speech day so it was a good catch up session. sorry willie, if it wasn't your type of conversations =\ hope you didn't mind it! but yeah, we all got to catch up as friends instead of teacher and students =D who knows, 10 years from now she'll be at my wedding giving a tiny speech too!;)!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thursday:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;was my first driving lesson! =DDD! finally! after waiting since september, i have finally made it to behind the steering wheel! omg man i stalled the car AT LEAST 10 times! it was horrifying!! i was so nervous i clenched my teeth together again and once i realised that i had to command myself to relax. it was the first time i've used a manual car and it was pretty confusing because 1) i couldn't really understand the teacher 2) i was panicking inside 3) i didn't know what i was doing. note to everyone, when you're about to slow down, change your gear to neutral before braking. you cannot brake before changing gears, otherwise you will end up stalling the car like i did T.T luckily my teacher was very patient and she didn't scold me yet. HAHA! she said i was ok, just that i "goyang-goyang"- not sure if she meant my steering or my smoothness in changing gears and accelerating lol! after that lesson, my dad brought me to meragang industrial area to practice my steering and smoothness so i basically had two lessons lol! was still panicking inside, but after the lessons i was more confident at the end than at the beginning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;friday: my second driving lesson! stalled the car only 3 times!=D! hey, big improvement ok! i was more confident in holding the steering wheel and changing the gears smoothly while remembering (after the stallings) to change the gear to neutral before braking. =D! not to mention, she was also opening up to me, telling me stories of her students and herself, we talked about lightning and people who have been electrocuted before. we bonded ;)! happy much XD! she asked me to go on a different route which had a slightly sharper turn, but besides 1 curve mistake it was pretty smooth! she said i was getting better and it helped in my confidence. can't wait for my driving on monday now =D!hopefully it wouldn't rain that much when i'm driving =\!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;night time- went out with marcus and chiewying to eat at icebar-kiulap hotel! haven't seen both of them in a long time so it was a good catch up session with plenty of good-natured insults and laughter. definitely see a happier and more lively nature in both of them so i was happy how the conversations never ceased. definitely would do catchups like this more often in the future=D!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TQNlJzLYEeI/AAAAAAAACEw/rtiygifF_DY/s1600/P1010911.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TQNlJzLYEeI/AAAAAAAACEw/rtiygifF_DY/s320/P1010911.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TQNk-8KC1UI/AAAAAAAACEs/hwDxz_WnAak/s1600/P1010909.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TQNk-8KC1UI/AAAAAAAACEs/hwDxz_WnAak/s320/P1010909.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TQNkMxeWStI/AAAAAAAACEc/zVnXgtwXjQc/s1600/P1010914.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TQNkMxeWStI/AAAAAAAACEc/zVnXgtwXjQc/s320/P1010914.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;HAHAHA! don't you just wanna slap them silly till they laugh?=P!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;as for tomorrow, we'll see what the future holds ok?;) tune in soon for another update! in the mean time..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TQNkZ2aMVzI/AAAAAAAACEg/y1SxVgSrwOI/s1600/P1010899.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TQNkZ2aMVzI/AAAAAAAACEg/y1SxVgSrwOI/s320/P1010899.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;*DROOOLSSSS!* you guys HAVE to try these at fleur de lyss! try the vanilla one, its the BEST! i dont care what others day, the vanilla one is the best melt-in-your-mouth one ever! *drools like crazy*&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Think about it ;)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15440003-8796643378226324385?l=nightmarealive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/feeds/8796643378226324385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15440003&amp;postID=8796643378226324385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/8796643378226324385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/8796643378226324385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/2010/12/good-food-good-company-great-experience.html' title='good food, good company, great experience!'/><author><name>Peiwee Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11739956631217804867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/SwFWiaha9xI/AAAAAAAABKc/-s7-TZ3lwrg/S220/14754_209387848097_509573097_4160418_3281982_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TQNkZ2aMVzI/AAAAAAAACEg/y1SxVgSrwOI/s72-c/P1010899.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15440003.post-3767098293687042147</id><published>2010-12-06T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T21:34:24.740+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experiences'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lessons'/><title type='text'>haircutting gone bad</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TPzkFhEgz7I/AAAAAAAACEY/mhbgN4HIa9Q/s1600/Picture+79.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TPzkFhEgz7I/AAAAAAAACEY/mhbgN4HIa9Q/s1600/Picture+79.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;ok i have this reaally REALLY bad habit!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;i have extremely itchy fingers and if i'm super duper bored i'll cut my fringe/hair D=!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;well ok, prolly its the aspiring salonist in me trying to bloom, sometimes it comes out really nice =D!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;but today wasn't the day for nice hair cuts wasnt it? T.T!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;it was all fine and dandy then i thought,"hmm.. i need to thin it a little" and I SNIPPED A WHOLE STRAND OFF! i had everything else nice and one randomly short strand/bunch of hair poking my forehead. gg.com!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;so i tried fixing it by cutting the neighbouring hair shorter to even it out, panicking in my head and now i came to a hairstyle that you prolly never seen before D=! it doesnt look so bad here but if i do a justin bieber hairflip you can see what a horrible mess i've done to my hair.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I'm so sorry hair, i didn't mean to hurt you.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;therefore readers, try not to let your itchy fingers over rule your head, you may end up with a horrible fringe.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Think about it ;)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15440003-3767098293687042147?l=nightmarealive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/feeds/3767098293687042147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15440003&amp;postID=3767098293687042147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/3767098293687042147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/3767098293687042147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/2010/12/haircutting-gone-bad.html' title='haircutting gone bad'/><author><name>Peiwee Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11739956631217804867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/SwFWiaha9xI/AAAAAAAABKc/-s7-TZ3lwrg/S220/14754_209387848097_509573097_4160418_3281982_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TPzkFhEgz7I/AAAAAAAACEY/mhbgN4HIa9Q/s72-c/Picture+79.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15440003.post-9181998592255635391</id><published>2010-12-05T15:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T15:06:57.658+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experiences'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lessons'/><title type='text'>when they break, we grow.</title><content type='html'>when everything around you starts crumbling down with anger, sadness, hatred, resentment, depression and so forth, the only thing you can do is retreat and learn from it, so that you wont make the same mistakes in your own future and you won't cause others hurt the way you've been hurt before. because we should live life to the fullest and not let regret overcome us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Think about it ;)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15440003-9181998592255635391?l=nightmarealive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/feeds/9181998592255635391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15440003&amp;postID=9181998592255635391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/9181998592255635391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/9181998592255635391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/2010/12/when-they-break-we-grow.html' title='when they break, we grow.'/><author><name>Peiwee Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11739956631217804867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/SwFWiaha9xI/AAAAAAAABKc/-s7-TZ3lwrg/S220/14754_209387848097_509573097_4160418_3281982_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15440003.post-9202378292132512417</id><published>2010-12-03T20:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T20:35:04.782+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>what the future holds</title><content type='html'>under the tree; you sat with me&lt;br /&gt;holding hands, thinking of what will be.&lt;br /&gt;its a tough journey, never was easy,&lt;br /&gt;but when its good, life gets breezy~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a few months ago, we talked about life as a whole, building new experiences and a bringing up a family. for everyday that you said it, my heart sings the same tune! i marked it in my calendar that in 10 years time, our lives would be as one. i pray that God has made you my soulmate=3! i love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Think about it ;)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15440003-9202378292132512417?l=nightmarealive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/feeds/9202378292132512417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15440003&amp;postID=9202378292132512417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/9202378292132512417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/9202378292132512417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/2010/12/what-future-holds.html' title='what the future holds'/><author><name>Peiwee Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11739956631217804867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/SwFWiaha9xI/AAAAAAAABKc/-s7-TZ3lwrg/S220/14754_209387848097_509573097_4160418_3281982_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15440003.post-8099283054636499124</id><published>2010-12-03T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T20:29:49.791+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experiences'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Life's a stuffed peanutbutterbananasandwich!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TPjaxm11NxI/AAAAAAAACEA/YFft0VIaTYM/s1600/74198_10150121299418098_509573097_7894085_5524253_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TPjaxm11NxI/AAAAAAAACEA/YFft0VIaTYM/s320/74198_10150121299418098_509573097_7894085_5524253_n.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Picture from our girl's outing lol!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;SPEECH DAY!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TPeDMchYC4I/AAAAAAAACDw/bqjXvTuXDtQ/s1600/P8250909.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TPeDMchYC4I/AAAAAAAACDw/bqjXvTuXDtQ/s320/P8250909.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TPeDAL4f0-I/AAAAAAAACDs/-SUZA0ka6Ro/s1600/P8240899.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TPeDAL4f0-I/AAAAAAAACDs/-SUZA0ka6Ro/s320/P8240899.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;21st Nov was SAS speech day and we got our certs for&amp;nbsp;aggregates 10 and below for O'levels 2009. =D! last speech day for me from SAS and it might be the last time i visit the school. but we parted in a joyous way &amp;nbsp;with a certificate of good words and satisfaction so i was happy about it. who knows, maybe i'll come back in 10 years time and everything will be totally different or everything just remains the same =D!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;LAST DAY OF SCHOOL FOR ME!=D! 29thNov! PTEM carnival+drama day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TPja6piEo4I/AAAAAAAACEQ/7eS3pytVkoA/s1600/148639_1570457174975_1041846968_31274286_3911079_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TPja6piEo4I/AAAAAAAACEQ/7eS3pytVkoA/s1600/148639_1570457174975_1041846968_31274286_3911079_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TPja6piEo4I/AAAAAAAACEQ/7eS3pytVkoA/s1600/148639_1570457174975_1041846968_31274286_3911079_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TPja6piEo4I/AAAAAAAACEQ/7eS3pytVkoA/s320/148639_1570457174975_1041846968_31274286_3911079_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Had to act out a skit for drama club in the hall as part of the carnival and everything was in chaos hours before the actual moment. nervousness, forgetting lines, teachers yelling, improvising, etc etc. but it was all good in the end!thank god i didnt forget the lines of the lyrics(i dont know why singing lyrics in a horrible voice makes it difficult to remember!) i was a bimbo, complete with the OHHH EMMM GEEEE OHMYGODOMYGODOHMYGOD LIKEEEE SOOOOOTOTALLYPSYCHEDTOBEHEREEE HEHEHEHE! *prances around in circles!* pretty sure whoever knows me would be shocked to see how bimbotic i was, but its ok! i had a blast acting ;)! funny thing was the audience responding back and prolly it helped made the act a lot livelier!=D! overall i enjoyed acting and it was a good way to end the school year =D!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;had sometime to kill so i roamed around the carnival and i happened to bump into my math teacher on the way. she stopped me and said the photography club apparently made really cool pictures like shrinking a person to stand next to a huge cupcake or a series of pictures of a person running and more for 2 dollars only. because my school had a project exhibition whereby the art students made cupcakes, chocolates, guitars and phantom of the opera models on display at the cafeteria from newspaper and crafts, it was for memories as well as being cheap, she wanted to treat me to a picture haha! i felt honoured and it was really sweet of her to do such a nice thing lol! felt quite embarassed to be accepting such a thing because&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;1)one would not treat another so randomly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;2) money is not something you grow on trees&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;3) why me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;but overall it was a pretty cool experience, i do look a bit pudgy but its ok! AHAHAH! its for memories!to show all of you how much i love desserts:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TPjgIifH19I/AAAAAAAACEU/HRNCjH7cXTE/s1600/IMG.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="236" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TPjgIifH19I/AAAAAAAACEU/HRNCjH7cXTE/s320/IMG.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;and yes, thats me clutching my teeny skirt and i wore that for the skit because i'm cool like that ;)! HAHAHA! i looked like a little kid/bimbo/sausage all in one ;)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;THANK YOU MDM.NG!=D!you're so sweet!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;MOVIE NIGHT AT NAD'S!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TPeDXqveP4I/AAAAAAAACD0/IlzTOgORYU0/s1600/P8300898.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TPeDXqveP4I/AAAAAAAACD0/IlzTOgORYU0/s320/P8300898.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Went to jo's then we headed off to the mall to pick up dvds, junkfood and buy necessities that were on top of our lists. we met kelvin and kevin at the end and kelvin was so kind to bring us to nad's lol! we did compensate by feeding the guys junk food HAHAHA! its called barter trade ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TPeDMchYC4I/AAAAAAAACDw/bqjXvTuXDtQ/s1600/P8250909.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TPeC0Jo4TkI/AAAAAAAACDo/h4yF4Us_5_w/s1600/P8300919.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TPeC0Jo4TkI/AAAAAAAACDo/h4yF4Us_5_w/s320/P8300919.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;these two prolly add up to my weight coz they weren't heavy at all o.o! they were trying to flatten me but ended up failing due to the recoil of my bum (yes you are reading rubbish thankyouverymuch!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TPeDiiUhIOI/AAAAAAAACD4/kbmlQETBS3A/s1600/P8300906.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TPeDiiUhIOI/AAAAAAAACD4/kbmlQETBS3A/s320/P8300906.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;movieeeeee time! we watched step up 3 but it wasn't great T.T probably it would look better if its in 3D (like it said on the dvd) but still... girl wasn't pretty, the dance moves weren't that mind blowing. never mind..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TPja4gHD9QI/AAAAAAAACEI/2Mluq2JlejI/s1600/75144_476643707016_656332016_5843029_2495396_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TPja4gHD9QI/AAAAAAAACEI/2Mluq2JlejI/s320/75144_476643707016_656332016_5843029_2495396_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;then when the boys went home, we started photo-boothing! =D! how do you like me with this hair? should i get it? ahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TPja5pkz6dI/AAAAAAAACEM/2XtL5Dzt3P4/s1600/75604_476646827016_656332016_5843110_6985081_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TPja5pkz6dI/AAAAAAAACEM/2XtL5Dzt3P4/s320/75604_476646827016_656332016_5843110_6985081_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;or maybe this one?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TPja5pkz6dI/AAAAAAAACEM/2XtL5Dzt3P4/s1600/75604_476646827016_656332016_5843110_6985081_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TPja2y0h3gI/AAAAAAAACEE/zjAFh3_tbbc/s1600/156573_476642127016_656332016_5842995_3201897_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TPja2y0h3gI/AAAAAAAACEE/zjAFh3_tbbc/s320/156573_476642127016_656332016_5842995_3201897_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;how bout a moustache? (confucious says....)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;and to top it all off ;)!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TPeDwQ0ONhI/AAAAAAAACD8/v3VG4TOF2QQ/s1600/P8300914.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TPeDwQ0ONhI/AAAAAAAACD8/v3VG4TOF2QQ/s320/P8300914.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;i hope i didn't make your eyes bleed ^^! GOOD NIGHT EVERYONE!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Think about it ;)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15440003-8099283054636499124?l=nightmarealive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/feeds/8099283054636499124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15440003&amp;postID=8099283054636499124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/8099283054636499124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/8099283054636499124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/2010/12/lifes-stuffed-peanutbutterbananasandwic.html' title='Life&apos;s a stuffed peanutbutterbananasandwich!'/><author><name>Peiwee Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11739956631217804867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/SwFWiaha9xI/AAAAAAAABKc/-s7-TZ3lwrg/S220/14754_209387848097_509573097_4160418_3281982_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TPjaxm11NxI/AAAAAAAACEA/YFft0VIaTYM/s72-c/74198_10150121299418098_509573097_7894085_5524253_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15440003.post-2907225328677825984</id><published>2010-12-03T04:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T04:40:47.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thinking of u</title><content type='html'>Its four thirty in the morning and i'm wide awake right now,what am i suppose to do?!O.O! Blame it on the cococoke~ cococola!and the mossys that decided to feast on my palms when i'm at my most venerable. So lots of activities happened from when i last Blogged, most of them are private moments that i cherish deeply. But there will be pictures up as soon as possible k? :-D! Anyway,will update as soon as i can! Bye all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Think about it ;)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15440003-2907225328677825984?l=nightmarealive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/feeds/2907225328677825984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15440003&amp;postID=2907225328677825984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/2907225328677825984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/2907225328677825984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/2010/12/thinking-of-u.html' title='thinking of u'/><author><name>Peiwee Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11739956631217804867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/SwFWiaha9xI/AAAAAAAABKc/-s7-TZ3lwrg/S220/14754_209387848097_509573097_4160418_3281982_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15440003.post-8497414259121087406</id><published>2010-11-26T08:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T08:03:35.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yehehe! X3!</title><content type='html'>i have a gym date today =DD! WOOOOO CANT WAIT! x3!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Think about it ;)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15440003-8497414259121087406?l=nightmarealive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/feeds/8497414259121087406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15440003&amp;postID=8497414259121087406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/8497414259121087406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/8497414259121087406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/2010/11/yehehe-x3.html' title='yehehe! X3!'/><author><name>Peiwee Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11739956631217804867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/SwFWiaha9xI/AAAAAAAABKc/-s7-TZ3lwrg/S220/14754_209387848097_509573097_4160418_3281982_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15440003.post-5151253718114409687</id><published>2010-11-18T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T21:19:30.487+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>because we girls stick together</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Girl's day out!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TOUbR9B_suI/AAAAAAAACC8/-md6-6pbeK8/s1600/149563_10150121298978098_509573097_7894066_5911085_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TOUbR9B_suI/AAAAAAAACC8/-md6-6pbeK8/s320/149563_10150121298978098_509573097_7894066_5911085_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Jo, nad and mee!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TOUbT5idyhI/AAAAAAAACDA/WFHGTYdwy5k/s1600/76459_10150121299023098_509573097_7894068_7445483_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TOUbT5idyhI/AAAAAAAACDA/WFHGTYdwy5k/s320/76459_10150121299023098_509573097_7894068_7445483_n.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;kisses anyone?;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TOUdNXkBZ5I/AAAAAAAACDM/rrEDRzdTZbY/s1600/P8230913.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TOUdNXkBZ5I/AAAAAAAACDM/rrEDRzdTZbY/s320/P8230913.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;haha! we went to itop to try on the clothes there- don't quite fancy them tho.. &amp;nbsp;but had to buy a skirt there coz my pants button broke =[&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TOUdacen8nI/AAAAAAAACDQ/QHv2lK8khPQ/s1600/P8230917.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TOUdacen8nI/AAAAAAAACDQ/QHv2lK8khPQ/s320/P8230917.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;after that we went to excapade to eat dinner!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TOUdqMOEZLI/AAAAAAAACDU/2bjdjxUI2Kw/s1600/P8230922.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TOUdqMOEZLI/AAAAAAAACDU/2bjdjxUI2Kw/s320/P8230922.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;jo spilled tea over me! HAHAHA! but i was fine, managed to avoid most of it, and it wasn't boiling hot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TOUd3o88BbI/AAAAAAAACDY/aAlRstX6YPU/s1600/P8230930.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TOUd3o88BbI/AAAAAAAACDY/aAlRstX6YPU/s320/P8230930.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;i forgave her=P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TOUeF14pjqI/AAAAAAAACDc/5k1ithlTE1A/s1600/P8230932.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TOUeF14pjqI/AAAAAAAACDc/5k1ithlTE1A/s320/P8230932.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;after that, chilled at coffee bean because nad has never chilled there!=O!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TOUeQ90XQ2I/AAAAAAAACDg/KgEbe3wIbk0/s1600/P8230933.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TOUeQ90XQ2I/AAAAAAAACDg/KgEbe3wIbk0/s320/P8230933.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TOUeeaNWeFI/AAAAAAAACDk/C4mS7mAa2dk/s1600/P8230938.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TOUeeaNWeFI/AAAAAAAACDk/C4mS7mAa2dk/s320/P8230938.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TOUc_4JNHyI/AAAAAAAACDI/xtlmvP_dPsY/s1600/P8230905.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TOUc_4JNHyI/AAAAAAAACDI/xtlmvP_dPsY/s320/P8230905.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;overall it was a great night =D! definitely need more girls day out and catch up sessions!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Think about it ;)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15440003-5151253718114409687?l=nightmarealive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/feeds/5151253718114409687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15440003&amp;postID=5151253718114409687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/5151253718114409687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/5151253718114409687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/2010/11/because-we-girls-stick-together.html' title='because we girls stick together'/><author><name>Peiwee Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11739956631217804867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/SwFWiaha9xI/AAAAAAAABKc/-s7-TZ3lwrg/S220/14754_209387848097_509573097_4160418_3281982_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TOUbR9B_suI/AAAAAAAACC8/-md6-6pbeK8/s72-c/149563_10150121298978098_509573097_7894066_5911085_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15440003.post-1563972731402732835</id><published>2010-11-17T13:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T13:39:53.492+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lessons'/><title type='text'>a cursed stageplay turned broadway</title><content type='html'>Life feels like a cursed stageplay; when it started out as a great idea, a whole cast coming together excitedly to what the future beholds, the venue of ambition has been picked out and production starts from this day onwards. then suddenly the storyline starts to crumble unexpectedly, just like a fly in your soup, or a fish-bone stuck in your throat, its unexpected, it brings horror and regrets. everyone tries to keep a strong will to keep going on, so everyone buffs up and continues with their parts, even though the storyline is now non-existent. slowly but surely, each one of them start questioning: "what am i doing in this situation? why am i here? what role am i suppose to be playing? what if the storyline went differently? can i change the storyline myself? what do i do right now?" then there are those who say to themselves, "i wish i never joined this play." everyone does it grudgingly, yet they do it anyway, as a cow would plough the field. sure, props and the stage may break apart, costumes would tear, pent up emotions will explode onstage, but as time goes by, everything starts to come together. In the end, the play becomes one of the most sought after plays in the world, and all these horrible thoughts will never be remembered again.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what i'm trying to say is, there are times even for me to feel upset at the world, how i wished life was different and there were things i could do to make life better. sometimes i wished that if i wasn't here, would life be a lot easier for the others? but then again, there are plenty of times that i've enjoyed to the fullest and life couldn't be better. as i've been told time and time again, god put me here for a reason, every obstacle is a lesson in disguise to make me a stronger person than i was yesterday. for every drop of tears, i know i have to stand up and keep on going no matter how difficult it is. i've passed those moments of darkness, and now i'm on the road towards the path of light, so i shouldn't be turning around and heading back there. so right now, i'm swallowing all these wistful thinkings, regrets, frustrations and negativity down and trying my hardest to embrace what fortune i have instead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Think about it ;)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15440003-1563972731402732835?l=nightmarealive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/feeds/1563972731402732835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15440003&amp;postID=1563972731402732835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/1563972731402732835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/1563972731402732835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/2010/11/cursed-stageplay-turned-broadway.html' title='a cursed stageplay turned broadway'/><author><name>Peiwee Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11739956631217804867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/SwFWiaha9xI/AAAAAAAABKc/-s7-TZ3lwrg/S220/14754_209387848097_509573097_4160418_3281982_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15440003.post-4321012007925128334</id><published>2010-10-30T07:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T07:37:50.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chocolates</title><content type='html'>Life is a box of chocolates. A very expensive one as a matter of a fact. There's an equal possibility that you'll choose a choco that you like or dislike at first try. When you have chosen your first and savoured its taste,you begin to choose your next. But the thing is, as you keep eating,your probability for gettin a nasty tasting one increases. Sooner or later you'll choose one you dislike. What do you do with it?you feel like throwing it away,but it comes in the package. You have the choice of eating it or throwing it away and not picking another choco,left only with a bitter taste in your mouth.So you'll finish it,plowing through the difficulty slowly. Eventually you've succeeded in finishing it. And now you pick another which is lovely and you forget bout the bitterness you just swallowed. This is life. This is why we have to persevere.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Think about it ;)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15440003-4321012007925128334?l=nightmarealive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/feeds/4321012007925128334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15440003&amp;postID=4321012007925128334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/4321012007925128334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/4321012007925128334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/2010/10/chocolates.html' title='chocolates'/><author><name>Peiwee Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11739956631217804867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/SwFWiaha9xI/AAAAAAAABKc/-s7-TZ3lwrg/S220/14754_209387848097_509573097_4160418_3281982_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15440003.post-8717923113382505452</id><published>2010-10-28T10:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T10:07:59.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel like vomiting :-(! Eugh! Morning sickness anyone? Drinking vegood to calm my tummy down and hopefully it'll help boost my energy level coz i'm definitely feeling horrible right now.. Got into the car just now and almost passed out gg man..i hope everything will turn out better after this..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Think about it ;)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15440003-8717923113382505452?l=nightmarealive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/feeds/8717923113382505452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15440003&amp;postID=8717923113382505452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/8717923113382505452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/8717923113382505452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-feel-like-vomiting-eugh-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>Peiwee Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11739956631217804867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/SwFWiaha9xI/AAAAAAAABKc/-s7-TZ3lwrg/S220/14754_209387848097_509573097_4160418_3281982_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15440003.post-615655174983578038</id><published>2010-10-27T19:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T19:59:25.283+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lessons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blowing off steam'/><title type='text'>my jaw D=!</title><content type='html'>HEEEEELLLLOOO!! i am lindsay lohan! :D!&amp;nbsp;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so what has been going on with me these few days? lets start from monday: went for my dental appointment at the old airport, and my dentist still couldnt find out whats wrong with me. so he referred me to a specialist at Ripas because my gum was still swollen and it causes me problems when i sleep or eat. went to Ripas, and met up with the specialist- ended up my right upper molar had a sharp projection that was cutting into my gum whenever i eat or sleep(i also have the habit of clenching my teeth when i sleep) so he shaved the projection off and i felt wayy better! my swelling went down! but he was like, "soft diet for about 3 weeks" D=! apparently i have to relax my jaw muscles before i tear my jaw ligaments. and let me tell you, its SUPERBLY hard to eat now, i cant even eat vegetables right now, not even certain meat dishes. imma die eating porridge only... for everyone's knowldge, porridge doesnt keep you full for a long time, so eating that 2 times a day and watching other people tear into duck and meats and yummy food, its torture i tell you! therefore everyone, STOP STRESSING YOURSELF OUT BEFORE YOU GET YOURSELF IN MY POSITION! *breathes in and tries to relax* i am in the state of relaxation.. i am not stress... *grabs butcher knife and chops chicken into bits and pieces!* HUIYAHHH!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Think about it ;)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15440003-615655174983578038?l=nightmarealive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/feeds/615655174983578038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15440003&amp;postID=615655174983578038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/615655174983578038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/615655174983578038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-jaw-d.html' title='my jaw D=!'/><author><name>Peiwee Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11739956631217804867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/SwFWiaha9xI/AAAAAAAABKc/-s7-TZ3lwrg/S220/14754_209387848097_509573097_4160418_3281982_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15440003.post-130171694754161767</id><published>2010-10-19T19:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T19:02:25.869+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experiences'/><title type='text'>it hurts =(</title><content type='html'>ARGH!! my right jaw is aching REALLY badly! =(! most of the time i feel like chewing something, then when i have something to eat, it ends up hurting like mad! i feel like a kid who's teething D=! now i know why they cry so much =(! there's even significant swelling in my face man... my right side looks as if i got slapped or something &amp;nbsp;=(! definitely not in a good mood right now T.T!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Think about it ;)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15440003-130171694754161767?l=nightmarealive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/feeds/130171694754161767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15440003&amp;postID=130171694754161767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/130171694754161767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/130171694754161767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/2010/10/it-hurts.html' title='it hurts =('/><author><name>Peiwee Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11739956631217804867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/SwFWiaha9xI/AAAAAAAABKc/-s7-TZ3lwrg/S220/14754_209387848097_509573097_4160418_3281982_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15440003.post-3932912184812653994</id><published>2010-10-18T14:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T14:36:27.796+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experiences'/><title type='text'>smile again!</title><content type='html'>Omg!they can't tell whats wrong. So now i have to take the whole set of teeth xray and check for my wisdom teeth. I'm hoping they will know the problem because my gums are swollen and now my face is swollen too. See kids,don't stress yourself out too much,you'll end up having problems with your teeth like i do and you'll have problem sleeping too. Stress burns..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Think about it ;)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15440003-3932912184812653994?l=nightmarealive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/feeds/3932912184812653994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15440003&amp;postID=3932912184812653994' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/3932912184812653994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/3932912184812653994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/2010/10/smile-again.html' title='smile again!'/><author><name>Peiwee Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11739956631217804867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/SwFWiaha9xI/AAAAAAAABKc/-s7-TZ3lwrg/S220/14754_209387848097_509573097_4160418_3281982_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15440003.post-6561681277590486668</id><published>2010-10-18T14:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T14:22:13.957+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experiences'/><title type='text'>smile!</title><content type='html'>Spending the afternoon at the dentist due to my right side hurting like mad. The gums swollen and my wisdom teeth seems to be growing but they can't seem to figure out why it hurts. So like right now i'm taking an xray and its a pretty cool experience. HAHA ok i'm being weird but its something new lol. Hopefully they can find out whats wrong&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Think about it ;)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15440003-6561681277590486668?l=nightmarealive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/feeds/6561681277590486668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15440003&amp;postID=6561681277590486668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/6561681277590486668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/6561681277590486668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/2010/10/smile.html' title='smile!'/><author><name>Peiwee Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11739956631217804867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/SwFWiaha9xI/AAAAAAAABKc/-s7-TZ3lwrg/S220/14754_209387848097_509573097_4160418_3281982_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15440003.post-4364590631536814223</id><published>2010-10-17T17:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T17:34:45.466+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>smileys forever</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TLrCy0pS_yI/AAAAAAAACC4/2McjJKdqUb8/s1600/CIMG1578.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TLrCy0pS_yI/AAAAAAAACC4/2McjJKdqUb8/s320/CIMG1578.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;HAHA! really old picture of us smileys during teo's birthday. look at my hair! horrible beyond anything! have we all changed since?;)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Think about it ;)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15440003-4364590631536814223?l=nightmarealive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/feeds/4364590631536814223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15440003&amp;postID=4364590631536814223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/4364590631536814223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/4364590631536814223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/2010/10/smileys-forever.html' title='smileys forever'/><author><name>Peiwee Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11739956631217804867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/SwFWiaha9xI/AAAAAAAABKc/-s7-TZ3lwrg/S220/14754_209387848097_509573097_4160418_3281982_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TLrCy0pS_yI/AAAAAAAACC4/2McjJKdqUb8/s72-c/CIMG1578.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15440003.post-8540899699965836709</id><published>2010-10-13T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T20:36:02.073+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>maths can screw with your head</title><content type='html'>just had my maths paper 13 (pure maths) this morning- how do i begin to describe it?&lt;br /&gt;think after how many days worth of teaching friends, i had enough of doing maths and i totally zoned out this morning before the exam while everyone was panicking and doing as much exercises as possible.for me, all i did was lay down and pray that i wouldnt start panicking; coz if i did, i would fail even before i sit for the paper. i have this tendency to panic before papers and i end up doing really badly in them, therefore i shall resolve to studying early and not panic too much. wait- why am i still here again?=\! okok, i shall continue then i'll get off and&amp;nbsp;start studying my physics.&amp;nbsp;anyway, back to the topic. went&amp;nbsp;into the homescience room (our hall seemingly could not fit&amp;nbsp;all of us in there so everyone was distributed in different classes and so forth) and i sat under the aircon. i was lucky that&amp;nbsp;due to certain circumstances i&amp;nbsp;remained warm&amp;nbsp;while everyone else around me were shivering and blowing their noses like&amp;nbsp;there was&amp;nbsp;a pipe flowing through everyone of them o.o! &lt;br /&gt;the paper itself? it was.. a rollercoaster. some questions were seemingly easy, yet they were linked to questions that required recollection of information and understanding. for example, angle in radians is linked to the length of arc/ radius. radius is a fixed number so length of arc is somewhat proportional to the angle. if you didnt remember this, you wouldnt be able to find the length between the arc and the triangle inside the sector. then you have to times two coz it becomes some kinda bean looking thing in a rhombus. did i lose you yet? yeap welcome to alevel ;) &lt;br /&gt;another question that was a rollercoaster was to do with 2sin x curve. imagine the curve... now you have to draw a line through it which satisfies&amp;nbsp; 2piesin x= pie- x. i was panicking at this point going WHAT IN THE WORLD IS THIS O.O! is the question correct? D=! so i had to tembak first and come back to it later on. there's good news people! I ACTUALLY SOLVED IT!=DD! WOOOHOO!!! *teary eyes!* THANK GOD FOR THE LOVE HE HAS FOR ME =')! HAHAHA! came back to it and slapped myself silly to focus, then i thought, hmmm if i divided the whole thing by pie, would it help? IT DIDDDD X33! yehehe&amp;nbsp;i was soooo happy man! went through the whole paper again, exception for a crazy arithmetic and geometric progression, everything went a-ok! =D! i ish a happy bunny ^^! now i can rest for a week or so before having my eas and stats paper then i'll be having about 3 weeks worth of hell with physics and bio. time to make love to my books T.T! physics and bio, please be nice =[!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Think about it ;)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15440003-8540899699965836709?l=nightmarealive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/feeds/8540899699965836709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15440003&amp;postID=8540899699965836709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/8540899699965836709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/8540899699965836709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/2010/10/maths-can-screw-with-your-head.html' title='maths can screw with your head'/><author><name>Peiwee Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11739956631217804867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/SwFWiaha9xI/AAAAAAAABKc/-s7-TZ3lwrg/S220/14754_209387848097_509573097_4160418_3281982_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15440003.post-5306944039578209219</id><published>2010-10-10T11:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T11:11:43.527+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blowing off steam'/><title type='text'>Like bubblegum</title><content type='html'>SOOOOO... my end of year exams are over with!=D! WOOHOO!!! aww man... now i have my As exams starting wednesday AHHH!!! T.T! so far, have been doing my work pretty ok, just that feeling a little apprehensive of what MAY happen at home- lets just say things have been off with a rocky start. there's a part of me that wants to warn everyone to be nice to each other and not cause so much drama around me, but there's another part of me that's going,"if anyone makes a noise, i will bite." Pretty much the stress of all the exams is getting to everyone- people are tired, upset, unhappy and so forth. =[ indeed, exams lasting longer than a week is crazzzzzyyy and should not be held. it just calls for insanity to arise.&lt;br /&gt;Been feeling kinda pulled into pieces right now, my driving instructor hasnt called me back, my phone call memories have been erased and my temp. license is about to expire in nov or so. eurgh!!! why wont she calll =[! haiz.. not to mention if i DO take up driving lessons, it'll be during my exams and may clash with some of them. if i dont take them, my december plans will be ruined. hum dum bum. we'll have to see how the future unfolds. in the other direction i feel mentally unprepared to face a public exam once more. its like.. my brain is on shut down mode and it isnt happy about the fact that exams will be next week. thank gosh i'm having pure maths and eng next week. definitely need to get myself into full gear mode! HURGH! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all form 5s whom are starting your olevels on tuesday and all form 6s whom are having their Alevels on wednesday, ALL THE BEST AND GIVE IT YOUR ALL!=D! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really miss you =[&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Think about it ;)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15440003-5306944039578209219?l=nightmarealive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/feeds/5306944039578209219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15440003&amp;postID=5306944039578209219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/5306944039578209219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/5306944039578209219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/2010/10/like-bubblegum.html' title='Like bubblegum'/><author><name>Peiwee Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11739956631217804867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/SwFWiaha9xI/AAAAAAAABKc/-s7-TZ3lwrg/S220/14754_209387848097_509573097_4160418_3281982_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15440003.post-2535168759217139053</id><published>2010-09-29T10:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T10:28:23.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>maths kills</title><content type='html'>I haven't felt this tired in ages! I feel like my body is about to collapse soon. Was panicking quite alot in maths,only managing to finish just in time,i do know i forgot to label the curve SO i'm gonna lose one mark:-(!probably gonna lose more for the trig graph le sigh.. We'll see what happens..now for bio..cheers to studying the whole day! Oh yes,when i was about to get hot water for tea to calm my nerves this morning,what came to see me but a dead lizard in the hot water tank. Indeed,i felt myself on the verge of barfing..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Think about it ;)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15440003-2535168759217139053?l=nightmarealive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/feeds/2535168759217139053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15440003&amp;postID=2535168759217139053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/2535168759217139053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/2535168759217139053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/2010/09/maths-kills.html' title='maths kills'/><author><name>Peiwee Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11739956631217804867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/SwFWiaha9xI/AAAAAAAABKc/-s7-TZ3lwrg/S220/14754_209387848097_509573097_4160418_3281982_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15440003.post-2721766276881637428</id><published>2010-09-26T21:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T21:52:53.735+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>and the exams begin!</title><content type='html'>EUGHHHHHH!!! CHEM TOMORROW!! *hyperventilates* HRFGTOHRWEIOHEORHEOIHEO!!! please save me God =[!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Think about it ;)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15440003-2721766276881637428?l=nightmarealive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/feeds/2721766276881637428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15440003&amp;postID=2721766276881637428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/2721766276881637428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/2721766276881637428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/2010/09/and-exams-begin.html' title='and the exams begin!'/><author><name>Peiwee Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11739956631217804867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/SwFWiaha9xI/AAAAAAAABKc/-s7-TZ3lwrg/S220/14754_209387848097_509573097_4160418_3281982_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15440003.post-5807221091169385772</id><published>2010-09-25T11:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T11:27:27.838+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>laidback</title><content type='html'>while everyone else is busy at school, i'm home early due to hari raya celebrations in my school. MUAHAHAHA! definitely happy to be home;)! i ish a happy girl when relaxing ^^! then again, i have exams on monday... *cries* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will be having a mooncake festival party today, just hope i wont be all alone while my parents are talking with their friends D=! pleaaaaseee make it you guys =[! i ish lonely!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Think about it ;)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15440003-5807221091169385772?l=nightmarealive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/feeds/5807221091169385772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15440003&amp;postID=5807221091169385772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/5807221091169385772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/5807221091169385772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/2010/09/laidback.html' title='laidback'/><author><name>Peiwee Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11739956631217804867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/SwFWiaha9xI/AAAAAAAABKc/-s7-TZ3lwrg/S220/14754_209387848097_509573097_4160418_3281982_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15440003.post-3104405376858696450</id><published>2010-09-23T10:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T10:09:43.081+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>whats up with me?</title><content type='html'>So right now i'm in physics class,getting ready for class. How has school been for me?hehe surprisingly good=]getting used to school,eating times and all,but its pretty cool coz its fun to learn new things. I do miss my hols,all the sleeping and lazing around,but i need something to challenge my mind,or even entertain it. Pretty much with school,I'm not stuck in a place where my mind could explode from insanity. But definitely not looking forward to exams,i still have that feeling that i'm not totally prepared. Cheers to two months worth of exam after exam!bye all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Think about it ;)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15440003-3104405376858696450?l=nightmarealive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/feeds/3104405376858696450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15440003&amp;postID=3104405376858696450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/3104405376858696450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/3104405376858696450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/2010/09/whats-up-with-me.html' title='whats up with me?'/><author><name>Peiwee Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11739956631217804867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/SwFWiaha9xI/AAAAAAAABKc/-s7-TZ3lwrg/S220/14754_209387848097_509573097_4160418_3281982_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15440003.post-3383148861479657425</id><published>2010-09-19T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T20:00:22.809+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hyperwei'/><title type='text'>This is not goodbye, but a till we meet again ;)</title><content type='html'>Schooltomorrowschooltomorrowschooltomorrowschooltomorrowschooltomorrowschooltomorrow!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAY IT ISNT SOOOO!!! D=!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These few days have been a rollercoaster of emotions; sad, happy, hyper, surprise, crazy, emo, depressing, frustrating, etc. I'm not going to go into details as its pretty much a private affair but i will say whenever you fall down, you always need someone beside you to pick you up and keep you going. over the past few years, there were many times when i thought life wasnt worth anything anymore, but after meeting a very special someone,&amp;nbsp;he taught me alot of valuable lessons and it brought me hope to keep going on and achieving the best in life. i'm hoping that God made him my prince charming, coz i really think he is. =]! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, moving away from such an emo moment, as you can see i've not been blogging very frequently and my posts are usually boring nondescript ones. yeah you prolly think i'm gonna apologise and give you more detailed ones right? really sorry, but i will be halting my blogging for a good two months(ok not halting, more like cutting down the frequency of blogging) as i'll be having my end of years in a week or so, and my AS exam which is equivalent to Olevels or PMBs(do they still have this!?!?) in mid october till end of november. so i will be going online less frequently and holding my nose to the study grindstone as long as i can in order to achieve the best results i can get so i dont have to retake the papers next june! =D! then i'll be home free taking chem WOOOHOO!! (die die die die die!) thank gosh i'll be having 1 month worth of holidays to rest my mind from all school pressure. can you believe how fast time passes by? =O! it feels just like hours in a day!! soon we'll all be going to unis and graduating, getting married and having kids! T.T! (ok have to slow down train of thoughts right now before i start worrying again and hyperventilating) definitely grasped some concepts, but i'm dearly afraid that i've missed out on some things while studying. the plot of the exam tactics now is everything that people dont pay attention to will come out. GAHH! T.T! need to study more. ok thats all from me till the next post! ADIOS MUNCHACHAS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Think about it ;)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15440003-3383148861479657425?l=nightmarealive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/feeds/3383148861479657425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15440003&amp;postID=3383148861479657425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/3383148861479657425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/3383148861479657425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/2010/09/this-is-not-goodbye-but-till-we-meet.html' title='This is not goodbye, but a till we meet again ;)'/><author><name>Peiwee Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11739956631217804867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/SwFWiaha9xI/AAAAAAAABKc/-s7-TZ3lwrg/S220/14754_209387848097_509573097_4160418_3281982_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15440003.post-8125764793009035336</id><published>2010-09-18T19:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T19:06:58.858+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blowing off steam'/><title type='text'>frustrated</title><content type='html'>Eurgh!!SO not looking forward to school!right now i just feel like screaming on top of my lungs and writing as MUCH Crap as i can!!how do i feel right now?frustrated beyond relief. The situation,the atmosphere i'm in,i just want to get out of the house and far away as possible,studies are at the back of my mind too.but i can't,and i'm forced to come to terms with it. Eurgh!!frustration breeds insanity. How many times have i said it?its always going to be true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Think about it ;)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15440003-8125764793009035336?l=nightmarealive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/feeds/8125764793009035336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15440003&amp;postID=8125764793009035336' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/8125764793009035336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/8125764793009035336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/2010/09/frustrated.html' title='frustrated'/><author><name>Peiwee Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11739956631217804867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/SwFWiaha9xI/AAAAAAAABKc/-s7-TZ3lwrg/S220/14754_209387848097_509573097_4160418_3281982_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15440003.post-5152351509877042806</id><published>2010-09-17T12:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T20:23:18.660+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blowing off steam..'/><title type='text'>i will be everything else but this.</title><content type='html'>seriously.. SERIOUSLY!!! if i could have one wish(among all the other wishes) it would be for everyone to get along with each other, be friends with each other and not store hate in their hearts. ok i know this sounds miss pageant-like, but have you thought about it in terms of family, friends, and acquaintances? it hurts me to see everything spiral out of control and come to this level where people arent talking with each other. which results in me being wedged in the middle, going crazy at this extent. i wish things were different. i wish things would look up. i wish that i wouldnt end up in their shoes in the future. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;and when all is bad, he puts the smile back on my face(L)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Think about it ;)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15440003-5152351509877042806?l=nightmarealive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/feeds/5152351509877042806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15440003&amp;postID=5152351509877042806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/5152351509877042806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/5152351509877042806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-will-be-everything-else-but-this.html' title='i will be everything else but this.'/><author><name>Peiwee Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11739956631217804867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/SwFWiaha9xI/AAAAAAAABKc/-s7-TZ3lwrg/S220/14754_209387848097_509573097_4160418_3281982_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15440003.post-3170664063203027218</id><published>2010-09-16T18:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T18:54:02.436+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blowing off steam..'/><title type='text'>I won't let you hurt me anymore</title><content type='html'>You know, there are actually people out there whom generally want to hurt others on purpose, even if they are family members or friends. they find pleasure in saying nasty things to bring another person down because they dont have the luck to succeed. let me tell you, i really HATE it when this happens. i just had enough, i dont care, regardless of how others feel about me, they dont understand what i feel, how i see myself, how much drama has been going on with my life due to their own selfish reasons. i'm sick and tired of it all now, just let me live the way i do, i'm happy with myself FOR THE FIRST TIME. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TJH2zIjDjZI/AAAAAAAACCg/ryAEWlmkUbE/s1600/P7190851.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qx="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TJH2zIjDjZI/AAAAAAAACCg/ryAEWlmkUbE/s320/P7190851.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Can't wait till i'm finally free.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Think about it ;)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15440003-3170664063203027218?l=nightmarealive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/feeds/3170664063203027218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15440003&amp;postID=3170664063203027218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/3170664063203027218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/3170664063203027218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-wont-let-you-hurt-me-anymore.html' title='I won&apos;t let you hurt me anymore'/><author><name>Peiwee Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11739956631217804867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/SwFWiaha9xI/AAAAAAAABKc/-s7-TZ3lwrg/S220/14754_209387848097_509573097_4160418_3281982_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TJH2zIjDjZI/AAAAAAAACCg/ryAEWlmkUbE/s72-c/P7190851.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15440003.post-8139198883676468760</id><published>2010-09-15T19:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T19:22:15.872+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>because we need friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;My apologies for not updating!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TJCpPKO45EI/AAAAAAAACCY/8JGZSrTmupI/s1600/P7200842.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qx="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TJCpPKO45EI/AAAAAAAACCY/8JGZSrTmupI/s320/P7200842.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Went to Nad's for hari raya!=D! hannah alisa and jojo were there too! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;had a good time with my friends whom i havent seen in... ages o.o" HAHAHA! met new people, reconciled with old friends and overall it was a good night XD! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Think about it ;)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15440003-8139198883676468760?l=nightmarealive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/feeds/8139198883676468760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15440003&amp;postID=8139198883676468760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/8139198883676468760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/8139198883676468760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/2010/09/because-we-need-friends.html' title='because we need friends'/><author><name>Peiwee Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11739956631217804867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/SwFWiaha9xI/AAAAAAAABKc/-s7-TZ3lwrg/S220/14754_209387848097_509573097_4160418_3281982_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TJCpPKO45EI/AAAAAAAACCY/8JGZSrTmupI/s72-c/P7200842.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15440003.post-6432128575765563154</id><published>2010-09-07T18:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T22:00:09.099+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>I had a blast ;)!</title><content type='html'>BEST BEST BEST BEST DAY EVERRR!!!!!(L)(L)(L)!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been dreaming of this day for long time and for it to actually happen, its surreal! thats why everyone, dreams DO come true and fantasies can become reality ;)! i know, coz so many of mine came true (L)! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole day consisted of eating nonstop (the gluttony arises!!=O!), walking around, laughter, smiles, dorky moments, great emotions, different actions, fun ;), hugs and phua chu kang movie to top it off =P! definitely a GREATT day! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a random note: how to tell if your boyfriend really loves you? he picks your nose for you ;)! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! XD!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Think about it ;)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15440003-6432128575765563154?l=nightmarealive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/feeds/6432128575765563154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15440003&amp;postID=6432128575765563154' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/6432128575765563154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/6432128575765563154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-had-blast.html' title='I had a blast ;)!'/><author><name>Peiwee Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11739956631217804867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/SwFWiaha9xI/AAAAAAAABKc/-s7-TZ3lwrg/S220/14754_209387848097_509573097_4160418_3281982_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15440003.post-2216592222794721616</id><published>2010-09-06T10:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T10:06:36.057+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blowing off steam..'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='angry'/><title type='text'>WHY IS THIS WORLD FULL OF IDIOTS!</title><content type='html'>URGGGH!!!!!! I REALLY REALLY WANT TO STRANGLE&amp;nbsp;THE PHONE SERVICES HERE!!!! just to cancel one stupid service takes 4 four phone calls, probably more if i didnt blow up, multiple times to find the stupid message and other things. HAIASHDIOHEORITHNOERHIOH!!!!!!!! whats worse is getting a stupid prank call yesterday, i am THIS close to thinking of making a police report. if i know who that person is, you better watch the hell out. i'm not kidding coz i am angry right now and i could possibly knock a person out. GROW UP AND GET A LIFE YOU JOBLESS LOSER!!! its almost midnight and you were lucky you didnt catch me when i was asleep coz i would have screamed till no end at you. who the hell are you to be calling me up when you DONT EVEN KNOW ME and insulting me?would YOU like it if i told you that you have a weiner the size of a pea? oh wait, that makes you a flat-chested girl then. no wonder you dont have a girlfriend and have to resort to this. i am not one you want to play games with ok, i am TIRED of dealing with idiots like you!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Think about it ;)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15440003-2216592222794721616?l=nightmarealive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/feeds/2216592222794721616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15440003&amp;postID=2216592222794721616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/2216592222794721616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/2216592222794721616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/2010/09/why-is-this-world-full-of-idiots.html' title='WHY IS THIS WORLD FULL OF IDIOTS!'/><author><name>Peiwee Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11739956631217804867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/SwFWiaha9xI/AAAAAAAABKc/-s7-TZ3lwrg/S220/14754_209387848097_509573097_4160418_3281982_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15440003.post-539075292802486591</id><published>2010-09-05T20:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T20:06:14.625+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Malayyyyy T.T!</title><content type='html'>i feel like slapping myself right now... all the years worth of learning malay...has gone down the drains when i need it the most. LOL! i had to ask someone if there was a word for july in malay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: whats july in malay? T.T!&lt;br /&gt;her: isnt it july? O_O HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;me: isnt it like julia or something?&lt;br /&gt;her: ITS JULAI!! AHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T.T! i'm so sorry cikgu for letting you down..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Think about it ;)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15440003-539075292802486591?l=nightmarealive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/feeds/539075292802486591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15440003&amp;postID=539075292802486591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/539075292802486591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/539075292802486591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/2010/09/malayyyyy-tt.html' title='Malayyyyy T.T!'/><author><name>Peiwee Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11739956631217804867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/SwFWiaha9xI/AAAAAAAABKc/-s7-TZ3lwrg/S220/14754_209387848097_509573097_4160418_3281982_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15440003.post-3262051199499346750</id><published>2010-09-05T17:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T17:49:07.007+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>i cant wait for that day to come!</title><content type='html'>it amazes me to what lengths i can go to get what i want nowadays o.o! must be getting my game on then ;)!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Think about it ;)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15440003-3262051199499346750?l=nightmarealive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/feeds/3262051199499346750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15440003&amp;postID=3262051199499346750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/3262051199499346750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/3262051199499346750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-cant-wait-for-that-day-to-come.html' title='i cant wait for that day to come!'/><author><name>Peiwee Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11739956631217804867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/SwFWiaha9xI/AAAAAAAABKc/-s7-TZ3lwrg/S220/14754_209387848097_509573097_4160418_3281982_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15440003.post-4658792927208564278</id><published>2010-09-01T19:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T19:39:05.936+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hyperwei'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>*SNORT* ME!;)!</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;officially my last day of school for the term because my school will be having a religious ceremony tomorrow and i am not about to go to school for 50 mins. not worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a GREATTTT afternoon today!=D! 2hours+ of laughing= six packs man!!! HAHAHAHAA!!!!! honestly, i love the fact that i have so much fun with sweetie just acting crazy and hyper for hours and hours and never tire of each other! we can show each other every side of ourselves to each other and laugh like mad about all the embarassing times! it makes me so so happy that i can put my whole trust and love into you and be loved back even more than i've ever imagined! not going to tell you guys what we were laughing about coz there was too many things but i will say one thing: I *snort* YOUU!!!=DDDD!!!!!! (L)! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHA!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Think about it ;)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15440003-4658792927208564278?l=nightmarealive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/feeds/4658792927208564278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15440003&amp;postID=4658792927208564278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/4658792927208564278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/4658792927208564278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/2010/09/snort-me.html' title='*SNORT* ME!;)!'/><author><name>Peiwee Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11739956631217804867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/SwFWiaha9xI/AAAAAAAABKc/-s7-TZ3lwrg/S220/14754_209387848097_509573097_4160418_3281982_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15440003.post-2766436245098646394</id><published>2010-09-01T07:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T07:54:56.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hearing ur voice makes my day brighter!</title><content type='html'>Am in bio right now!my day started out great XD!lets see how today's going to unfold lol!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Think about it ;)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15440003-2766436245098646394?l=nightmarealive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/feeds/2766436245098646394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15440003&amp;postID=2766436245098646394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/2766436245098646394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/2766436245098646394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/2010/09/hearing-ur-voice-makes-my-day-brighter.html' title='hearing ur voice makes my day brighter!'/><author><name>Peiwee Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11739956631217804867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/SwFWiaha9xI/AAAAAAAABKc/-s7-TZ3lwrg/S220/14754_209387848097_509573097_4160418_3281982_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15440003.post-6027921426104175316</id><published>2010-08-30T19:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T19:32:15.605+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blowing off steam..'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>time to get my game on =[</title><content type='html'>have to start studying properly now =(! haiz.. i'm just glad holidays are starting on thursday!! hoping i have enough time to catch up on my chem, summarize stuff and watch more chemistry videos online. oh yes everyone, if you dont seem to understand certain chemistry topics or even biology or maths or any other subject, &lt;a href="http://khanacademy.org/"&gt;http://khanacademy.org/&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;is a good website that really helps =] (well in my case!) it was introduced to me by Ashton so thank you so much Ashton!=D! i know he's reading this =P! i'm hoping to do my best in my end of years and hopefully,it wouldnt be so bad for me next year. coz seriously, getting an E is a killjoy! if chemistry was an insect, i would have smacked it with the heaviest dictionary i can find in the house, drop it into a plastic bag and dump it at the bottom of the rubbish bin! grr!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Think about it ;)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15440003-6027921426104175316?l=nightmarealive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/feeds/6027921426104175316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15440003&amp;postID=6027921426104175316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/6027921426104175316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/6027921426104175316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/2010/08/time-to-get-my-game-on.html' title='time to get my game on =['/><author><name>Peiwee Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11739956631217804867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/SwFWiaha9xI/AAAAAAAABKc/-s7-TZ3lwrg/S220/14754_209387848097_509573097_4160418_3281982_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15440003.post-2968204667153982972</id><published>2010-08-30T09:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T09:28:23.622+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just finished my theory exam and i'm Pretty happy with it!hopefully i'll be able to drive on the streets in october!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Think about it ;)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15440003-2968204667153982972?l=nightmarealive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/feeds/2968204667153982972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15440003&amp;postID=2968204667153982972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/2968204667153982972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/2968204667153982972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/2010/08/just-finished-my-theory-exam-and-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Peiwee Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11739956631217804867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/SwFWiaha9xI/AAAAAAAABKc/-s7-TZ3lwrg/S220/14754_209387848097_509573097_4160418_3281982_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15440003.post-3684711223218370499</id><published>2010-08-27T19:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T19:24:41.820+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><title type='text'>stamina increasing! woo!</title><content type='html'>went jogging along sungai akar highway- i think my stamina has increased o.o! usually it would take me an hour to complete the way but it only took me half now.adding in extra rounds of skipping, usually wouldnt skip that fast o.o! maybe i just wanted to blow off some steam lol! &lt;br /&gt;on a good note, i have a new puppy! its a male gold puppy which had big eyes and is super duper adorable! but he has issues with trusting people so it make take some time to bond with him. we'll see in a few weeks time!=D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i misss youuuu!=]!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Think about it ;)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15440003-3684711223218370499?l=nightmarealive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/feeds/3684711223218370499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15440003&amp;postID=3684711223218370499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/3684711223218370499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/3684711223218370499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/2010/08/stamina-increasing-woo.html' title='stamina increasing! woo!'/><author><name>Peiwee Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11739956631217804867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/SwFWiaha9xI/AAAAAAAABKc/-s7-TZ3lwrg/S220/14754_209387848097_509573097_4160418_3281982_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15440003.post-5285657124686368521</id><published>2010-08-26T08:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T08:55:55.640+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>2nd assessment grades!</title><content type='html'>I have no bio at the moment woohoo!!XD!gotta love free periods and long holidays:-D!! I have a free period to relax my brain now!! Just got back my 2nd assessment report, three As maths eng bio, physics c n chem e. The physics i wasn't very prepared, so i deserved it. The chemistry is the one i'm unhappy about,as always,i had a prob with it and i have no understanding of it. Just wish it wasn't a subject that was important so i can drop it. Pfft. Must work hard for it!HURGH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Think about it ;)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15440003-5285657124686368521?l=nightmarealive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/feeds/5285657124686368521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15440003&amp;postID=5285657124686368521' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/5285657124686368521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/5285657124686368521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/2010/08/2nd-assessment-grades.html' title='2nd assessment grades!'/><author><name>Peiwee Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11739956631217804867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/SwFWiaha9xI/AAAAAAAABKc/-s7-TZ3lwrg/S220/14754_209387848097_509573097_4160418_3281982_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15440003.post-7632375762182862101</id><published>2010-08-25T19:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T19:24:06.310+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hyperwei'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>To the love of my life!</title><content type='html'>today marks a very special day for my very special boy! &lt;br /&gt;he's a witty, humorous and "tries to act manly" young man who stole my heart ever since the day i've laid eyes on him! although he tries to act like a man, he still confides in me wholly bout how he feels and his inner secrets. I LOVE HIM SO SO MUCH AND HE'S SUCH AN ADORABLE CUTIE!! I JUST WANT TO SQUISH HIM SO BADLY WHENEVER I SEE HIM!! X3! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure you all know exactly who right? ;)! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/THT8va7g_ZI/AAAAAAAACCI/DxxB2ikr_AU/s1600/PC030843.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/THT8va7g_ZI/AAAAAAAACCI/DxxB2ikr_AU/s320/PC030843.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;MY ADORABLE NEPHEW!!! =DD!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY ZEN!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;(sweetie, i love you too so dont feel bad k?;))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Think about it ;)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15440003-7632375762182862101?l=nightmarealive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/feeds/7632375762182862101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15440003&amp;postID=7632375762182862101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/7632375762182862101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/7632375762182862101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/2010/08/to-love-of-my-life.html' title='To the love of my life!'/><author><name>Peiwee Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11739956631217804867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/SwFWiaha9xI/AAAAAAAABKc/-s7-TZ3lwrg/S220/14754_209387848097_509573097_4160418_3281982_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/THT8va7g_ZI/AAAAAAAACCI/DxxB2ikr_AU/s72-c/PC030843.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15440003.post-3122453235005881414</id><published>2010-08-25T13:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T13:56:50.276+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blowing off steam..'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lessons'/><title type='text'>I Noz Zpeakz Amedicano, Muchoz Lez Ze Chemiztree!</title><content type='html'>I ze feelz like zleepingz in ze kemistree klaaz! ze techarr zkolded uz juiz nowz, azking wai&amp;nbsp;ouwer markz iz&amp;nbsp;zo lou, evenz widz&amp;nbsp;ze booke openz. i ze tinkz to meselfz, "if&amp;nbsp;zhe no teach, wez&amp;nbsp;no learnz!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May&amp;nbsp;God help us all..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Think about it ;)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15440003-3122453235005881414?l=nightmarealive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/feeds/3122453235005881414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15440003&amp;postID=3122453235005881414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/3122453235005881414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/3122453235005881414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-noz-zpeakz-amedicano-muchoz-lez-ze.html' title='I Noz Zpeakz Amedicano, Muchoz Lez Ze Chemiztree!'/><author><name>Peiwee Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11739956631217804867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/SwFWiaha9xI/AAAAAAAABKc/-s7-TZ3lwrg/S220/14754_209387848097_509573097_4160418_3281982_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15440003.post-8622876855645423015</id><published>2010-08-23T19:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T14:59:00.092+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hyperwei'/><title type='text'>Are they goals or just dreams?</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="385" width="450"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ANZ45vCCUe0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ANZ45vCCUe0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="450" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg! glass violin! SEXXXXYYY!!! she's hot too! =D! i would be happy to have a fit body like hers haha! &lt;br /&gt;if i had the money and time next time, i would definitely learn to play a violin! but probably by then my fingers will be stiff and music schools wouldnt want to teach me how to play because i'll be too old. lol! therefore i shall make my kid play instead ;)! HAHAHA! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isn't it funny how we have so many ambitions and goals yet there's always something that stops us from achieving them?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Think about it ;)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15440003-8622876855645423015?l=nightmarealive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/feeds/8622876855645423015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15440003&amp;postID=8622876855645423015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/8622876855645423015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/8622876855645423015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/2010/08/are-they-goals-or-just-dreams.html' title='Are they goals or just dreams?'/><author><name>Peiwee Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11739956631217804867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/SwFWiaha9xI/AAAAAAAABKc/-s7-TZ3lwrg/S220/14754_209387848097_509573097_4160418_3281982_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15440003.post-2181414423204226001</id><published>2010-08-23T13:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T13:26:41.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i hate standing in front of crowds unprepared</title><content type='html'>aids presentation ish ghey!was super nervous n had to sort out other people's anxieties so had no time to worry bout what i was going to say instead. Hopefully they understood me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Think about it ;)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15440003-2181414423204226001?l=nightmarealive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/feeds/2181414423204226001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15440003&amp;postID=2181414423204226001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/2181414423204226001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/2181414423204226001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-hate-standing-in-front-of-crowds.html' title='i hate standing in front of crowds unprepared'/><author><name>Peiwee Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11739956631217804867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/SwFWiaha9xI/AAAAAAAABKc/-s7-TZ3lwrg/S220/14754_209387848097_509573097_4160418_3281982_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15440003.post-7854793302195759939</id><published>2010-08-22T12:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T12:40:26.384+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blowing off steam..'/><title type='text'>this isnt the life i pictured..</title><content type='html'>Money and pride can tear a family apart. money is the root of evil, pride is the root of idiocy. i just wish the world wasnt so caught up about these two things. &lt;br /&gt;i think if i was forced to live alone in solitude, i would kill myself in less than 2 days. i'm counting down the days.. but its hard and i'm not going to lie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Think about it ;)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15440003-7854793302195759939?l=nightmarealive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/feeds/7854793302195759939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15440003&amp;postID=7854793302195759939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/7854793302195759939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/7854793302195759939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/2010/08/this-isnt-life-i-pictured.html' title='this isnt the life i pictured..'/><author><name>Peiwee Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11739956631217804867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/SwFWiaha9xI/AAAAAAAABKc/-s7-TZ3lwrg/S220/14754_209387848097_509573097_4160418_3281982_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15440003.post-8962562550378680268</id><published>2010-08-21T19:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T19:13:50.058+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lessons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Are we doomed to live in a world of pandemonium?</title><content type='html'>to all muslims: i'm so sorry! you can skip this part!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was feeling active this afternoon so i decided to try my hand at cooking (ok not exactly but yeah..) so i marinaded 3-layered pork in spices, barbecue sauce, plum sauce, brown sugar, soy sauce, pepper salt, chilli for an hour and roasted it in the oven over 180 degrees for an hour or so, coating it with honey every half hour. the middle was a bit dry due to not using ribs (that was my first priority but there was none in the house) but overall the taste was alright and it was edible. but i have to work on it more and experiment with other things without putting so many ingredients in it. my next target will be making macarons but i'm debating if i should make them right now coz it will mean i can only fill them with custard- and what happens if the eggs go bad as we live in such a hot climate? food poisoning again? =(! and who is going to eat them after i bake? =((! thats the problem with baking- i want to bake, but i dont want to be the only one eating them. sigh.. there goes my baking enthusiasm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK! YOU CAN READ NOW!=D!&lt;br /&gt;this morning on the way to school, i asked my dad a question that was burning inside me: if he had a son, would he have ever thought of disciplining him with a belt? ( note to all: i come from an all-girls family, i am the youngest out of 4- and i have never been&amp;nbsp;caned in my life) and he said "no parent wants to hit their child."&amp;nbsp;which is very true. reason why i asked this was because if i happened to have a son, would i have to resort to disciplining him with a rod or a belt? is a son THAT hard to handle? because i would never be able to do that and i think i would cry like hell and risk my life and body to save my son if that ever has to happen, even if he did wrong. when i think of&amp;nbsp;my friends and&amp;nbsp;even my loved ones,&amp;nbsp;hearing their stories&amp;nbsp;of being disciplined by the cane&amp;nbsp;breaks my heart, even if its something drastic or good&amp;nbsp;in&amp;nbsp;a long run. sure, the&amp;nbsp;younger generations nowadays are nutcases with all the pregnancy and drugs and what nots, but hearing people say:"they should bring back caning" it sickens me. i dont want to bring up my children in a society where inflicting pain on your children is the right thing to do. what my dad said was true:" if you want to discipline your children, always keep an eye on them at all times- if they did something thats wrong, stop them immediately,tell them its wrong and why its wrong. set an example for them, be their role model and dont wait till its too late to start disciplining them." i'm just hoping one day when i have my own children, i would be able to bring them up as well-educated and disciplined people, even in amidst of this chaos of a world we live in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Think about it ;)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15440003-8962562550378680268?l=nightmarealive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/feeds/8962562550378680268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15440003&amp;postID=8962562550378680268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/8962562550378680268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/8962562550378680268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/2010/08/are-we-doomed-to-live-in-world-of.html' title='Are we doomed to live in a world of pandemonium?'/><author><name>Peiwee Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11739956631217804867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/SwFWiaha9xI/AAAAAAAABKc/-s7-TZ3lwrg/S220/14754_209387848097_509573097_4160418_3281982_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15440003.post-960801379760518219</id><published>2010-08-20T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T20:01:28.074+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>carsick..</title><content type='html'>just came back from temburong and feeling insanely dizzy. i need to exercise a lil then head to bed. will elaborate more tomorrow. ciaos!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Think about it ;)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15440003-960801379760518219?l=nightmarealive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/feeds/960801379760518219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/SwFWiaha9xI/AAAAAAAABKc/-s7-TZ3lwrg/S220/14754_209387848097_509573097_4160418_3281982_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15440003.post-5907962541818268941</id><published>2010-08-19T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T20:32:39.226+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Just hearing you voice makes my heart melt!</title><content type='html'>whew! just finished my AIDS presentation-two very packed slides + a whole page of my scribbles and notes. will be presenting on saturday along with three of my classmates about AIDS to the class and hopefully it will go well! for now, i have to study my road theory book and really get into knowing it well- the theory test only allows&amp;nbsp;at maximum 3&amp;nbsp;mistakes o.o" which scares me to death. i'm not sure when my exam is going to be, just hope its as soon as possible so i can get it over with! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you make me smileeeeeee~ X)! and you make my days so much brighter!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Think about it ;)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15440003-5907962541818268941?l=nightmarealive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/feeds/5907962541818268941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15440003&amp;postID=5907962541818268941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/5907962541818268941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/5907962541818268941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/2010/08/just-hearing-you-voice-makes-my-heart.html' title='Just hearing you voice makes my heart melt!'/><author><name>Peiwee Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11739956631217804867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/SwFWiaha9xI/AAAAAAAABKc/-s7-TZ3lwrg/S220/14754_209387848097_509573097_4160418_3281982_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15440003.post-7104606521181558793</id><published>2010-08-18T20:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T12:31:04.069+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>what music genre are you?</title><content type='html'>Love the way you lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="450"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uelHwf8o7_U?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uelHwf8o7_U?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="450" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow i'm addicted to this song. i listen to all types of music genres (except screamos) and&amp;nbsp;i would have to say that i'm easily swayed by the rhythms and beats of the music. i know alot of people dont like funk and techno music- some songs actually have no lyrics or lyrics that make no sense at all- but if you ignore it and just let the music flow through you, you can actually 'feel' the song and what emotion the singer/creator is trying to portray. it probably comes with dancing because when you dance, or you watch someone dance, you dont focus on the lyrics, you focus on the rhythm, timing, the grace and body movement of the dancer instead. its probably the same concept for music in different languages- you dont understand them, you need a translator to know what the words say- yet you're still hooked on them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;therefore, i shall post a few video songs up here of different genres and who knows, you may even get addicted to these songs ;)! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance music:&lt;br /&gt;fast pace hip hop- petey pablo- show me the money&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4vqwzAdCVEA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4vqwzAdCVEA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ballet music/ piano music&lt;br /&gt;richard clayderman- ballad pour adeline&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OS8F5x07pl8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OS8F5x07pl8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JqkFgeBFTWU"&gt;vanessa mae- storm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funk/techno music-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JFwQoqbWgSs&amp;amp;feature=av2e"&gt;daft punk- around the world&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chemical brothers- galvanize&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/H2hzVV2Nwfs?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/H2hzVV2Nwfs?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love songs/ slow songs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elvis presely- love me tender&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HZBUb0ElnNY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HZBUb0ElnNY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unchained melody- righteous brothers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/t-idDbIfGvw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/t-idDbIfGvw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;close to you- carpenters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6inwzOooXRU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6inwzOooXRU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i swear- all 4 one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sDcpXlttqq4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sDcpXlttqq4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8o-i1exXUO0"&gt;backstreet boys- as long as you love me&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0vgwk8tUT5k"&gt;beegees- how deep is your love&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;metal&lt;br /&gt;breaking benjamin- diary of jane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DWaB4PXCwFU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DWaB4PXCwFU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maroon 5-secret &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eEw1QqxNWAU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eEw1QqxNWAU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;linkin park- numb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kXYiU_JCYtU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kXYiU_JCYtU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lost prophets- last train home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NjKmCxyKmas?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NjKmCxyKmas?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cOqua-Cny4g"&gt;red jumpsuit apparatus- face down&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HyBKA6SSuh4"&gt;the ghost of you- my chemical romance&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sad songs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RvyqFrS0SOg&amp;amp;feature=av2n"&gt;stacie orrico- i'm not missing you&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mM0-ZU8njdo"&gt;p.diddy+ faith evans- i'll be missing you&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7YAEWrnOtrY&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;fugees- killing me softly&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wwCykGDEp7M&amp;amp;feature=av2n"&gt;hurt- christina aguilera&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=quAFmNvk_Zs"&gt;i'm ok- christina aguilera&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy songs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TrzRmU51zTI"&gt;enrique iglesias + david guetta- i like it&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1RnPB76mjxI"&gt;omg- usher&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TbfYAYNFOos"&gt;kelly rowland + david guetta- love takes over&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm ok i will continue this another time- dad just walked by going"STUDYYYY!!" BYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Think about it ;)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15440003-7104606521181558793?l=nightmarealive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/feeds/7104606521181558793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15440003&amp;postID=7104606521181558793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/7104606521181558793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/7104606521181558793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/2010/08/what-music-genre-are-you.html' title='what music genre are you?'/><author><name>Peiwee Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11739956631217804867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/SwFWiaha9xI/AAAAAAAABKc/-s7-TZ3lwrg/S220/14754_209387848097_509573097_4160418_3281982_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15440003.post-388950310315579859</id><published>2010-08-17T19:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T19:06:58.357+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>My heart yearns for you..</title><content type='html'>i have to admit that i love brunei for its holidays and early dismissal during puasa. *home cooked food every lunch time! nappy time in afternoons! time to exercise! woohoo!!* there's officially 11 days left to a long holiday and i cant wait to sleep for more than 12 hours in a day. when i'm sleep deprived, i get really rundown like a little kid who played too much (except i didnt run around!) but i stubbornly refuse to admit that i'm tired unless i really cannot stand it, therefore i get sent to bed unwillingly (but gratefully!) bad thing is, the more sleep you have= the more tired you get. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life seems to be alot quieter nowadays, there's a part of me that feels scared and misses my other half tremendously. but its his time to focus and study so i'm hoping that he's concentrating hard and doing his best! its day 2 of the marathon and i'm slowly getting used to it even as hard as it get. just hope he's alright =[! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the side note, just had a nice dancing +skipping session this afternoon! inspired by biggest loser australia, i shall exercise and train myself so i can lose this extra 10 kg that i've been carrying around for a long time now. lets see how long i can last ok?;)! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok thats all from me. BYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Think about it ;)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15440003-388950310315579859?l=nightmarealive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/feeds/388950310315579859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15440003&amp;postID=388950310315579859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/388950310315579859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/388950310315579859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-heart-yearns-for-you.html' title='My heart yearns for you..'/><author><name>Peiwee Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11739956631217804867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/SwFWiaha9xI/AAAAAAAABKc/-s7-TZ3lwrg/S220/14754_209387848097_509573097_4160418_3281982_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15440003.post-2540959082726327048</id><published>2010-08-16T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T20:59:08.144+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experiences'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Smelly's last day of freeeedom!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Sunday was Jo's last day of freedom! she is now officially a student in ISB and she can no longer relax while we all put our noses to the grindstone in school ;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;WELCOME BACK TO SCHOOL SMELLY!=DD! this is your last day of fun and enjoyment ;)! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TGksmwl2PJI/AAAAAAAACAY/8aqpKA-p5Qc/s1600/P7100837(1).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TGksmwl2PJI/AAAAAAAACAY/8aqpKA-p5Qc/s320/P7100837(1).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Went about 4.50pm and met up with carmy at the lounge in centrepoint as coffeebean was pretty packed with people. after a few minutes of relaxing up there ( and for me to tidy myself up as i had to rush like a mad woman) we head down to coffeebean and WOOHOO! its empty!!=D! brought my dad's laptop to help him update his virus detector and what nots but after 1.5 hours+ of trying to fix things, there was no avail. -.-! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TGksp9oWhWI/AAAAAAAACAg/bl-bX_t-LXQ/s1600/P7100838(1).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TGksp9oWhWI/AAAAAAAACAg/bl-bX_t-LXQ/s320/P7100838(1).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Jo finally came!=D!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TGks26Ah9nI/AAAAAAAACAo/0SMazWk0eDo/s1600/P7100839.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TGks26Ah9nI/AAAAAAAACAo/0SMazWk0eDo/s320/P7100839.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TGktDM0_LcI/AAAAAAAACAw/w2QCO3jNF40/s1600/P7100840.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TGktDM0_LcI/AAAAAAAACAw/w2QCO3jNF40/s320/P7100840.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;TEO IS BACK!!=DDD! HE'S BACK FROM KK! WOOOHOO!! and he refuses to take normal pictures HAHAHA! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TGktFSRQScI/AAAAAAAACA4/ry9Af-CLyVM/s1600/P7100841(1).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TGktFSRQScI/AAAAAAAACA4/ry9Af-CLyVM/s320/P7100841(1).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We left coffee bean around 6.30 to shop in centrepoint for stationery before heading to the mall. we changed our minds in eating at grazie mauri (oh wells..) so we decided to be adventurous and eat at a new place- hotspot!or hot point.. whatever&amp;nbsp;its called o.o!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TGktG4YgeuI/AAAAAAAACBA/Ayqrcw6fyAw/s1600/P7100843.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TGktG4YgeuI/AAAAAAAACBA/Ayqrcw6fyAw/s320/P7100843.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;As we left centrepoint to the mall, it was already drizzling. by the time we sat down at the restaurant- it was a raging thunderstorm outside and this poor tree was bending around like it was being abused or something. Weird fact about me, i love rain but i hate thunder and lightning. made me kinda jumpy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;just wish you were there to soothe my fears.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TGktSQqeLQI/AAAAAAAACBI/zHrhthjXkHs/s1600/P7100847.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TGktSQqeLQI/AAAAAAAACBI/zHrhthjXkHs/s320/P7100847.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;smelly! enjoy your new school life k?=D! HUGS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TGkte0mRh1I/AAAAAAAACBQ/iHaR_oAbVqw/s1600/P7100857.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TGkte0mRh1I/AAAAAAAACBQ/iHaR_oAbVqw/s320/P7100857.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;on a side note, i had a beefsteak. it didnt seem anything special and i was still hungry afterwards. =[! after paying i turned to jo and went,"i'm still hungry =[!" HAHAH! this is a reason why i have a belly *pat pat* after that i had a crepe and tried takoyaki. *feels ashamed at self-gluttony* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TGktg4e8hrI/AAAAAAAACBg/BFJ1mlg0h_k/s1600/P7100848.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TGktg4e8hrI/AAAAAAAACBg/BFJ1mlg0h_k/s320/P7100848.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;THIS WAS CARMY'S DRINK! (ok i'm feeling very estatic for no reason whatsoever but its a jar with a handle!=D) i mean like, usually jars are used for picking, storing honey, as food gifts. but as a cup? o.o! do they make the lemonade weeks before, screw the top on and store it for months before cracking it open and sticking a straw with slices of lemons into it to serve? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TGktfye2a3I/AAAAAAAACBY/-7xjpHmDObQ/s1600/P7100853.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TGktfye2a3I/AAAAAAAACBY/-7xjpHmDObQ/s320/P7100853.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Smelly and her french onion soup (it said france onion soup- does the soup literally originate from france?) HAHAA! i dunno why but this picture is so cute! *coos and pinches&amp;nbsp;jo's cheeks*&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TGktiAxbBAI/AAAAAAAACBo/40dTDVXLhzc/s1600/P7100850.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TGktiAxbBAI/AAAAAAAACBo/40dTDVXLhzc/s320/P7100850.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;had watermelon juice- never goes wrong with me^^! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TGkuFETrQ6I/AAAAAAAACCA/cp0TcUxd1QA/s1600/P7100864.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TGkuFETrQ6I/AAAAAAAACCA/cp0TcUxd1QA/s320/P7100864.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;my virgin attempt at takoyaki! i've always wondered how it tasted like, whats so great about it and whats in it. and since i was entitled to them by carmy (she&amp;nbsp;bought them&amp;nbsp;for me THANK YOUSS!) i decided to have a try. its basically round fluffy steaming hot pancake with seafood in it, drenched in a sesame-laced sauce and mayo on top. its not bad, had the initial burnmytongue feeling that carmy warned me about ahahaha! but it seemed ok. i did have trouble during the night sleeping due to slight allergies to seafood though.. but either than that, it semed ok lol!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TGkt5beKhpI/AAAAAAAACB4/_f5E7T9eLIk/s1600/P7100861.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TGkt5beKhpI/AAAAAAAACB4/_f5E7T9eLIk/s320/P7100861.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;ah yes, teo likes taking awkward pictures HAHAAH! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TGkttqDPgTI/AAAAAAAACBw/OUOIHfZ1Pac/s1600/P7100860.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TGkttqDPgTI/AAAAAAAACBw/OUOIHfZ1Pac/s320/P7100860.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;i have officially tried takoyaki! =D! and my hair has grown into a helmet. i really resemble justin beiber now. -.-!! ASDJDKFJGHDFJGHDKJF!!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;cant wait for my hair to grow out long enough for me to tie up!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sweetie... i really miss you.. =( hope you're doing fine&amp;nbsp;and best of luck to you tomorrow!! GOOO SWEETIE GOO! =D!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Think about it ;)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15440003-2540959082726327048?l=nightmarealive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/feeds/2540959082726327048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15440003&amp;postID=2540959082726327048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/2540959082726327048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/2540959082726327048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/2010/08/smellys-last-day-of-freeeedom.html' title='Smelly&apos;s last day of freeeedom!'/><author><name>Peiwee Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11739956631217804867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/SwFWiaha9xI/AAAAAAAABKc/-s7-TZ3lwrg/S220/14754_209387848097_509573097_4160418_3281982_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TGksmwl2PJI/AAAAAAAACAY/8aqpKA-p5Qc/s72-c/P7100837(1).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15440003.post-2069510412097258319</id><published>2010-08-16T17:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T17:52:46.376+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>i really miss you.</title><content type='html'>I miss you..=[ i hope your concentrating. good luck to all form fives having their mocks tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Think about it ;)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15440003-2069510412097258319?l=nightmarealive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/feeds/2069510412097258319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15440003&amp;postID=2069510412097258319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/2069510412097258319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/2069510412097258319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-really-miss-you.html' title='i really miss you.'/><author><name>Peiwee Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11739956631217804867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/SwFWiaha9xI/AAAAAAAABKc/-s7-TZ3lwrg/S220/14754_209387848097_509573097_4160418_3281982_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15440003.post-2823461887920590120</id><published>2010-08-15T15:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T15:12:53.099+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blowing off steam..'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>I must be losing my touch</title><content type='html'>AHHHHH!! i never realised how stressful planning events are- even if its just looking for a suitable place to eat in brunei. usually dont have this much of a problem when organising programs but this time around, it was PAINFULLY STRESSING! after an hour of flipping through the phonebook like a maniac, two hours worth of messaging and contacting people, finally settled to eating at grazie mauri for their ramadhan special, $20 for full 3 course meal of all you can eat from 10 am till 11 pm. if you dont know where grazie mauri is, its where the old sushi tei used to be- opposite the old pizza hut in gadong. WOOO FOOD!!! =DD!! my nerves were so tensed i needed a cold vanilla ice cream cone to calm them down. ah wells, the effort will pay off. phew! now to do my homework and get ready for some night time partying! BYEEEE!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Think about it ;)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15440003-2823461887920590120?l=nightmarealive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/feeds/2823461887920590120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15440003&amp;postID=2823461887920590120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/2823461887920590120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/2823461887920590120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-must-be-losing-my-touch.html' title='I must be losing my touch'/><author><name>Peiwee Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11739956631217804867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/SwFWiaha9xI/AAAAAAAABKc/-s7-TZ3lwrg/S220/14754_209387848097_509573097_4160418_3281982_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15440003.post-6790248057926809606</id><published>2010-08-14T19:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T19:26:19.861+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>to earn or not to earn?</title><content type='html'>Hmm.. I'm&amp;nbsp;contemplating if i should make my blog more commercialised and earn money through it. Who wouldnt want to earn money? i could earn quite a good amount with blogging! then again, its still my blog at the end of the day, the place where i let out my thoughts and feelings. There's a reason why i haven't done so yet, &lt;br /&gt;1) that i've been blogging for so long and this blog has been with me since i was in form 1 (had been blogging since primary 5 but under a slightly different name) so it marks my growing up, with all the swears and dramas of life so i dont find that i need to let preteens in america think of me as a good role model for blogging. i'm definitely going to end up screwing up their minds even more T.T! &lt;br /&gt;2)although this is a public blog where&amp;nbsp;anyone can visit, i feel its still a blog that only a tiny handful of people whom i've known&amp;nbsp;personally that visit it. that feeling of&amp;nbsp;letting out my inner thoughts without having people to judge me without knowing me well is important, because i'm not only writing about events happening around me, i'm writing based on my own life and personal experiences. &lt;br /&gt;3) i'm probably going to get tired of blogging daily soon and i dont meet with deadlines about ad campaigns and stuff, maybe next time when i'm married and have a stable life then i'll make one thats commercialised. =]! i actually see myself taking blogging seriously once i'm an adult and i'll be blogging about marriage love children world news (maybe politics if i dont doze off halfway) entertainment, cars and most of all BAKING! =D! but for now, lets just settle with my life ok?;)! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah yes, if you all do not know by now, blogging is a narcissistic activity and if you dont like reading about other people's lifestyles, they are definitely not up your alley. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;conclusion? i'll just wait till i'm 25 =]!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTE TO ALL READERS! would you be so kind to vote in the poll please? =] THANK YOU!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Think about it ;)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15440003-6790248057926809606?l=nightmarealive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/feeds/6790248057926809606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15440003&amp;postID=6790248057926809606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/6790248057926809606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/6790248057926809606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/2010/08/to-earn-or-not-to-earn.html' title='to earn or not to earn?'/><author><name>Peiwee Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11739956631217804867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/SwFWiaha9xI/AAAAAAAABKc/-s7-TZ3lwrg/S220/14754_209387848097_509573097_4160418_3281982_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15440003.post-2411277827884421321</id><published>2010-08-13T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T20:26:26.270+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experiences'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desserts'/><title type='text'>On the road to getting my license!</title><content type='html'>TODAYYY!!!! i&amp;nbsp;had my very first&amp;nbsp;road theory class!!! =D!&lt;br /&gt;woke up at 6.30 in the morning to take a shower and get ready. lately i've been getting rashes and sweating excessively due to the sweltering heat and let me tell you, ITS LIKE A DESERT OVER HEREEE! T.T! and i get rashes in the most awkward and tell-tale places! but right now i'm clean, showered, in loose clothes in a cold room so i'm a happy little girl ^^!&lt;br /&gt;back to the topic, had breakfast with my mom at a restaurant at delima, which ended up with the wrong order as well as food which isnt nice. was afraid to eat too much because i'm a recovering (i am tempted to put alcoholic here but i dont drink much alcohol n i dont get addicted to it HAHAHA!) sick person who happened to have food poisoning a week ago. ( that didnt make sense right? never mind.)&lt;br /&gt;arrived at the 'school' at 8, was told it will start at 9 instead because the muslim students wanted to sleep in more due to puasa. the teacher let me stay in the classroom, filling in my particulars in a form and reading&amp;nbsp;my little road-signs guide book so i wasnt bored or anything. read through the book and memorised it so i was pretty happy it didnt seem that hard, it was basically common sense + memorising in malay.&lt;br /&gt;everyone came at 9+ and the teacher used an overhead projector(ok, not exactly an overhead one, its suppose to be a transparency projector) she explained what will definitely come out, what may come out, what you should be careful about because they look similar and how to decipher which car has first priority to drive on the road. not bad, i was yawning quite a bit in class though.. i have this habit of getting bored in class if i read beforehand, usually happens during bio thats why i refuse to read the bio textbook beforehand now lol! very bad habit XD! &lt;br /&gt;class lasted for 2 hours and by the time i got out i was somewhat relieved. i have to go back on sunday morning for round two though,and hopefully it'll be something new! my theory exam will be in one month time and in three months i'll be able to officially get my driver's license! =D!!! i'm psyched for it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because this blog is so dull without pics, here are some pics from my phone over the past few months!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TGU1ClI9VPI/AAAAAAAAB-Q/RtL9bxO9keo/s1600/DSC01538(2).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TGU1ClI9VPI/AAAAAAAAB-Q/RtL9bxO9keo/s320/DSC01538(2).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Went over to my parent's old friends place and this cuteee little girl was SOOOOO adorable!!! the little boy too! i couldnt stop staring at both of them and playing with the little girl! the little girl has lips that were like tweety bird's mouth (ok it sounds mean but its a compliment!) which kinda resembles someone long time ago! =DD! she's gonna grow up to be such a beautiful girl and a great kisser!;)! HAHAAH! the little boy was sooo courteous and such a gentleman that i would be sooo proud to be his mommy =) HAHAA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TGU1GMW9tdI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/maTw7Xi6cz0/s1600/DSC01543.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TGU1GMW9tdI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/maTw7Xi6cz0/s320/DSC01543.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TGU1IP8kXpI/AAAAAAAAB-g/cAdpAVdRDsA/s1600/DSC01544.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TGU1IP8kXpI/AAAAAAAAB-g/cAdpAVdRDsA/s320/DSC01544.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TGU1LyWSGBI/AAAAAAAAB-w/EAbIPGxyjPQ/s1600/DSC01546(2).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TGU1LyWSGBI/AAAAAAAAB-w/EAbIPGxyjPQ/s320/DSC01546(2).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;a few weeks before school started i was craving for waffles and i was snooping around my house trying to find this, remembering vaguely that i used to have one and behold! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TGU1Jome-zI/AAAAAAAAB-o/4MVA7Q04bX0/s1600/DSC01545.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TGU1Jome-zI/AAAAAAAAB-o/4MVA7Q04bX0/s320/DSC01545.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;WAFFFLEEEEE!!!=333! BE JEALOUS OF MEEE! hahaha actually dont, because its tedious and my batter wasnt light enough and cleaning it is like&amp;nbsp;lifting weights&amp;nbsp;for an hour! T.T! BUT ITS A WAFFFFLEEE!!=333!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TGU1O_WE_DI/AAAAAAAAB-4/mnw6QlWxKFA/s1600/DSC01547.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TGU1O_WE_DI/AAAAAAAAB-4/mnw6QlWxKFA/s320/DSC01547.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TGU1PY_2z1I/AAAAAAAAB_A/wuuvyrOskhw/s1600/DSC01548(2).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TGU1PY_2z1I/AAAAAAAAB_A/wuuvyrOskhw/s320/DSC01548(2).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TGU1RyNWHuI/AAAAAAAAB_I/WjgcoZHs8K0/s1600/DSC01549.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TGU1RyNWHuI/AAAAAAAAB_I/WjgcoZHs8K0/s320/DSC01549.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This was at full moon restaurant in bandar- where standard chartered bank is situated. my apologies, its non-halal and they used to serve reallllllyyy good dimsum there! except now its pretty empty due to emperor's court gaining popularity in the dimsum area lol! but its still a good place to visit once in a while! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TGU1URZ5aaI/AAAAAAAAB_Q/NrAH7ueys-E/s1600/DSC01550.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TGU1URZ5aaI/AAAAAAAAB_Q/NrAH7ueys-E/s320/DSC01550.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I went for a cake baking course during my holidays at Leapple when a guest head chef (malaysia's reknown baker- ok i forgot his name but i wrote about him WAYYY BACK!) was promoting his book and his decorating moulds. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TGU1X4AuftI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/EGR2gVS1jWU/s1600/DSC01551.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TGU1X4AuftI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/EGR2gVS1jWU/s320/DSC01551.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;due to the inconvenience on the seats and no levitation, you had to rely on this tv and the camera kept zoning out after a while due to powersaving. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TGU1bXv8xWI/AAAAAAAAB_g/ekE3SFMLhJ4/s1600/DSC01552.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TGU1bXv8xWI/AAAAAAAAB_g/ekE3SFMLhJ4/s320/DSC01552.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TGU1dwaRbwI/AAAAAAAAB_o/suIZlbuo0i8/s1600/DSC01553.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TGU1dwaRbwI/AAAAAAAAB_o/suIZlbuo0i8/s320/DSC01553.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;the cakes were made of normal sponge cake so the important part was the icing and decorations. i guess the icing on the cake really makes the icing on the cake ;)!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;my school had an arts exhibition where the sultan came! (refer back to looonngg time ago!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TGU1etcNMQI/AAAAAAAAB_w/SA6NvJLclNA/s1600/DSC01555(2).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TGU1etcNMQI/AAAAAAAAB_w/SA6NvJLclNA/s320/DSC01555(2).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;my friend drew this! seriously man, it was a huge canvas and i was wondering how long it took her to draw and paint this O_O! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TGU1fM4XOwI/AAAAAAAAB_4/_Evauxcyyto/s1600/DSC01557(2).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TGU1fM4XOwI/AAAAAAAAB_4/_Evauxcyyto/s320/DSC01557(2).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;we even had transformers! =D! this was all styrofoam and spray paint yo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TGU1f0MzDlI/AAAAAAAACAA/SM0W3nizklI/s1600/DSC01558(2).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TGU1f0MzDlI/AAAAAAAACAA/SM0W3nizklI/s320/DSC01558(2).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TGU1guZXcxI/AAAAAAAACAI/bokCUC2gsFU/s1600/DSC01559(2).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TGU1guZXcxI/AAAAAAAACAI/bokCUC2gsFU/s320/DSC01559(2).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;more roses!!! can you believe how beautiful they were in real life? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TGU1Ao9EnQI/AAAAAAAAB-I/MC5UO883qd0/s1600/DSC01564.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TGU1Ao9EnQI/AAAAAAAAB-I/MC5UO883qd0/s320/DSC01564.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TGU1hQsDhDI/AAAAAAAACAQ/-LA2dIYksS0/s1600/DSC01561(2).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TGU1hQsDhDI/AAAAAAAACAQ/-LA2dIYksS0/s320/DSC01561(2).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;one of my drama sessions! we were acting based on hamlet-modern version and we had a great time =D! its really fun acting crazy and stupid with these girls and i'm looking forward to next year!=D! we have a packed schedule for the end of year and beginning of next year for drama so cant wait for the acting to resume once more!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;anyway, thats all from me! please vote at the right column! anyone can vote, even those who wish to remain annonymous,i just want to know what you want to read! =D! THANK YOU!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Think about it ;)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15440003-2411277827884421321?l=nightmarealive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/feeds/2411277827884421321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15440003&amp;postID=2411277827884421321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/2411277827884421321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/2411277827884421321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/2010/08/on-road-to-getting-my-license.html' title='On the road to getting my license!'/><author><name>Peiwee Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11739956631217804867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/SwFWiaha9xI/AAAAAAAABKc/-s7-TZ3lwrg/S220/14754_209387848097_509573097_4160418_3281982_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TGU1ClI9VPI/AAAAAAAAB-Q/RtL9bxO9keo/s72-c/DSC01538(2).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15440003.post-9045578573286003144</id><published>2010-08-12T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T20:42:57.364+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girl probs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lessons'/><title type='text'>those hairy situations</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This post is for ladies only! guys, save yourself from being traumatised and skip this post ok?;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ok girls, raise your hands if you arent hairy(no i dont mean on your head). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;ok good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;now start running away because you are about to get pummelled down by the rest of the girls. =D! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;(OK I'M KIDDING!!! but it would be senseless to read this post as you are born with supreme luck for not having to worry about underarms,legs or bikini lines and such-but you're dumber than us with hair! MUAHAHAHA!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a1468.g.akamai.net/f/1468/580/1d/pics.Drugstore.com/prodimg/182602/200.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://a1468.g.akamai.net/f/1468/580/1d/pics.Drugstore.com/prodimg/182602/200.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;looks familiar? well yeah, its needed every 4-7 days depending on how fast your hair grows.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;some girls pluck, some girls shave, some girls wax, some girls epilate and the rest just go amazon style.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;i think ultimately, there are two most outstanding problems when removing hair: itchy ingrowths and dark underarms. WHY DONT GUYS UNDERSTAND OUR PROBLEMS! T.T! (wait, they have the same probs just that its on their faces and ours is under our arms lol!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;well for me, when i used a shaver, i would always have these problems, along with an uneven shaving. this causes my underarms to be left with either a cut or stubble &amp;gt;.&lt;!-- hate it when this happen!! &lt;--&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;thats why i resolved to buying an epilator! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/41i7j4wpPdL.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ox="true" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/41i7j4wpPdL.jpg" width="191" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;its a more expensive alternative to shaving. i bought mine for roughly 55 dollars (i know, heartburn!) but in a long run its really worth it! think about it this way: a ladies shaver is roughly 10 dollars, shaving blades are 6 dollars for three and you have to constantly replace them once they get blunt! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;for the first two years it would be no problem for you, but in a long run it gets really expensive! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;waxing is the same! a box of veet wax strips is 12&amp;nbsp;strips for&amp;nbsp;roughly&amp;nbsp;10 dollars, and thats not enough for both legs and underarms! not to mention that you have to do it at least once in two weeks. i feel my heart burning up from just the cost. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;What an epilator does is pluck out the hair (sort of like plucking but faster and more hairs at one time) its connected to an electric plug, or it you want you can have a waterproof one which you can use during shower time for less pain and is a cheaper alternative to the electrical one. the pain is bearable, you'll get used to it after a while. at first when i used it, it didnt seem any different from using a shaver. but over time i began noticing differences: my skin became lighter especially under my arms and i didnt have to epilate as frequent as i had to shave. not to mention the hair took longer to grow back, thus less and slower itching. this is because your hair are plucked from the roots instead of just cut off in midsection like what happens during shaving. to add to that, do you know that sharp feeling you get when you touch your legs after shaving? you dont get that with epilating. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;i had&amp;nbsp;2 problema with the epilator though. 1) it didnt seem to pluck out ALL the hair like a shaver shaves of all the hair. but after a while, i got to really know how to use it as well as not to fret about the fine hairs that the epilator couldnt pluck- no one can see those. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;2) they said not to use deoderant right after epilating so i was afraid it would sting or cause infection. but lo behold! it doesnt! your skin gets used to the epilating over time so applying deoderant after epilating is fineee! so overall i was happy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;just to try out and see if there's any difference in using an epilator and a shaver once more, i decided to shave once more and let me tell you, within one hour out of the shower i was already feeling my underarms itching! even with a new blade! like zomggggg! it was super itchy! not to mention i could see reallyy dark underarms and that looked horrible! safe to say, i'm back to using an epilator and i'm a happy girl =D! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;one of the things you must be aware of when using one is to have dry underarms or legs, because hair does not get caught by the pluckers well when its wet and slippery so you have to wait a good amount of time after showering to pluck them. and you should not use deoderant then pluck because the hair will stick to your underarms. also, you have to clean your epilator head properly with the tiny brush provided and wipe it down once in a while with a wet tissue or something to clean away dead skin cells. sanitation is very important if you're dealing with delicate areas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;so overall, i'm gladd i made that purchase because it pretty much saved me from spending so much each month, frequent grooming especially with the lack of time nowadays, the itchness, ingrowths and dark underarms. i'm not saying you SHOULD buy it, but i think if you're tired and frustrated of all of these problems, you may want to think about getting one too ;)! after all, when a girl is uncomfortable, it affects her confidence to being the best girl she is! =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Think about it ;)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15440003-9045578573286003144?l=nightmarealive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/feeds/9045578573286003144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15440003&amp;postID=9045578573286003144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/9045578573286003144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/9045578573286003144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/2010/08/those-hairy-situations.html' title='those hairy situations'/><author><name>Peiwee Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11739956631217804867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/SwFWiaha9xI/AAAAAAAABKc/-s7-TZ3lwrg/S220/14754_209387848097_509573097_4160418_3281982_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15440003.post-4484567624096292724</id><published>2010-08-12T12:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T12:49:05.066+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hyperwei'/><title type='text'>to a new era of blogging!</title><content type='html'>I'VE CHANGED MY BLOGSKIN! =D! i figured i needed to make it look less gloomy and more of a place that isnt boring or dull. have to say i really like that blogspot has&amp;nbsp;made it easier (somewhat) for me to have a blog layout thats to my taste as well as i'm able to change the blog picture to one of my preference instead of someone else's design. the thing that i dont like the most is trying to fix the tagboard into the codes which involves trial and error. i still havent placed my blogrolls in as well as a counter, but will get to it as soon as possible! for now, i hope you all&amp;nbsp;like how it looks like and arent hypersensitive to the bold colours (i feel so sorry for you o.o!) and hopefully, there will be more blogging for your everyday entertainments. oh yes, if you would be so kind, please fill in the vote on the right side of the page for what reason do you visit this blog for- it would help tremendously as&amp;nbsp;i will probably blog more about that particular topic. yes you can vote more than once =]! also, if you happen to visit my blog and found yourself disappointed in the lack of posts, feel free to check on the right side for everyday qoutes, relationship tips and cute dog pics! =D! HAPPY READING!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Think about it ;)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15440003-4484567624096292724?l=nightmarealive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/feeds/4484567624096292724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15440003&amp;postID=4484567624096292724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/4484567624096292724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/4484567624096292724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/2010/08/to-new-era-of-blogging.html' title='to a new era of blogging!'/><author><name>Peiwee Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11739956631217804867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/SwFWiaha9xI/AAAAAAAABKc/-s7-TZ3lwrg/S220/14754_209387848097_509573097_4160418_3281982_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15440003.post-5688318179111834278</id><published>2010-08-10T20:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T20:44:08.300+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girl probs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lessons'/><title type='text'>today's embarassment= tomorrow's lesson</title><content type='html'>Today marks the first time i have ever had an accident in school. no i dont mean crashing into people or a car accident or something clumsy. its more to do with being a woman and not being cautious and anticipating my period. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok before i go on, i'm so sorry to all the guys who are beginning to fidget BUTTT i have some things to tell you all after i'm done with my story that may come handy to you in the future when you have your own girlfriends or wives. (one per guy please! i do not support pimp daddies!) but if you dont want to be disgusted please scroll all the way down till i say you can look!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;continuing: During my math class, i felt like i needed to pee. (WOW OK wrong way to start! AHAHAHA!) but decided not to coz i had confidence i could stand it. halfway through the lesson, i got this horrible pain at the back of my head like someone whacked my right hemisphere with a mallet or threw a pebble at me. was laying down and looking outside, massaging my head and wondering why did it hurt so much. then the pain started creeping down my back all the way down to my lower spine for no reason whatsoever!&amp;nbsp;decided to push it aside, since it was lunch time probably&amp;nbsp;some food may help soothe the pain.&amp;nbsp;met my friends&amp;nbsp;on the way to the library and suddenly&amp;nbsp;one of them exclaimed: "whats on your shirt?" and she pulls it to my front- lo&amp;nbsp;behold! i have stained my shirt&amp;nbsp;T.T!! and i didnt even know&amp;nbsp;how long its been there!!! i started&amp;nbsp;panicking a little but i told them&amp;nbsp;that i'll meet&amp;nbsp;them&amp;nbsp;in the cafeteria&amp;nbsp;when i'm done cleaning up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i was to give advice to girls who are in the same situation or fear what to do if that situation arises; ALWAYS keep in handy (as these are the most basic things every girl should carry around): &lt;br /&gt;-a pad with wings (this really helps! will tell you later!) &lt;br /&gt;- a pack of facial tissues or more&lt;br /&gt;-paper undies(its not a must; but it would really save you alot of hassle and worries afterwards) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what to do if you dont have paper undies? &lt;br /&gt;- i didnt have one just now sooo the easiest thing to do is:&lt;br /&gt;1) use some tissues to soak up and dry up as much blood from your undies as you can&lt;br /&gt;2) take two of the tissues, layer them on each other and wrap it on the outer part of your&amp;nbsp;undies, with the edges&amp;nbsp;on the inside.&lt;br /&gt;3) you know that pad with the wings? this is where it plays an important role. stick the pad as it normally is stuck on, but with the tissue edges under it so it acts as a cellotape to join the two sides together. then fold the flaps down to stick to the tissues even more. that way the tissue doesnt fall or break when you walk around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my apologies! no pic coz my photoshop is being gay right now =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes yes its disgusting, BUT its a lifesaver for a good 5 hours if you're away from home and you have no choice! you have to clean yourself up well before putting back your undies on so yeah, basically you're not touching anything even though its still dirty. are you worried about smell? well, no matter how hard a girl tries to cover up smells by showering 20 times (over!!) a day, layering deoderant perfume lotion etc on, its bound to give out a little iron smell so whats the diff? you're still bleeding anyway. but yes, its wise not to hug or get too close to another person if that person faints from the smell of blood or you're trying to impress him. you can impress him another time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm risking my embarassment to save other girls here. now i know how it feels to be surprised in ways you least expect it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK GUYS YOU CAN READ NOWW!!! &lt;br /&gt;things you may not know (or prolly do):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~no matter how deligent or careful we are at our menstrual cycles, we can never be too sure as there are 30, 31 even 28 days in a month and it doesnt always come when its suppose to come. it can be either late, super early, on time or irregular. this happens due to stress, worries, sicknesses, rapid weight gain/rapid weight loss, lack of sleep, 'coldness' of the tummy/body&amp;nbsp;due to the food she eats or where&amp;nbsp;she lives, etc.&lt;br /&gt;~ladies dont&amp;nbsp;only&amp;nbsp;feel pain/suffering during childbirth. it happens every month. some&amp;nbsp;girls are lucky and they dont feel anything. some girls have mild cramps/backache/ bloating.&amp;nbsp;others have horrible cramps/hardened tummy/crazy flow of period.&lt;br /&gt;~our moods can change in 2 seconds. be it happy, moody, emo, crazy, non-existant. nope, anger isnt the only mood ahaha! &lt;br /&gt;~ultimately i think we all wouldnt mind a cuddle!=]! ok this is my opinion coz its nothing more that i want than to cuddle someone after a long day of standing up and aching like mad. &lt;br /&gt;~not all girls eat chocolate during periods. its not a drug or anything- some girls believe it helps tremendously with moods. others just get on with life normally lol! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm shall continue this another time! =D!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Think about it ;)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15440003-5688318179111834278?l=nightmarealive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/feeds/5688318179111834278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15440003&amp;postID=5688318179111834278' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/5688318179111834278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/5688318179111834278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/2010/08/todays-embarassment-tomorrows-lesson.html' title='today&apos;s embarassment= tomorrow&apos;s lesson'/><author><name>Peiwee Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11739956631217804867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/SwFWiaha9xI/AAAAAAAABKc/-s7-TZ3lwrg/S220/14754_209387848097_509573097_4160418_3281982_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15440003.post-7254812114829330581</id><published>2010-08-07T19:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T12:51:39.977+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lessons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><title type='text'>How deep is your love?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;You're the light&amp;nbsp;in my deepest darkest hour&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My saviour when i fall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ah~ its the weekend again! listening to old love songs and trying to relax myself while making a list of things i should do next. Had two free periods today so i decided to surf the net with my trusty phone and i happened to stumble upon a blog of a friend of mine with a post that really saddened me. but i just want to say, i'm sorry behalf of all of us if we made you guys feel that way. i really do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Think about it ;)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15440003-7254812114829330581?l=nightmarealive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/feeds/7254812114829330581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15440003&amp;postID=7254812114829330581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/7254812114829330581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/7254812114829330581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/2010/08/how-deep-is-your-love.html' title='How deep is your love?'/><author><name>Peiwee Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11739956631217804867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/SwFWiaha9xI/AAAAAAAABKc/-s7-TZ3lwrg/S220/14754_209387848097_509573097_4160418_3281982_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15440003.post-8123937674243458389</id><published>2010-08-07T11:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T12:52:03.626+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><title type='text'>i'm so sorry...</title><content type='html'>I'm so sorry if i let you guys down.:-(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Think about it ;)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15440003-8123937674243458389?l=nightmarealive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/feeds/8123937674243458389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15440003&amp;postID=8123937674243458389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/8123937674243458389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/8123937674243458389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/2010/08/im-so-sorry-if-i-let-you-guys-down.html' title='i&apos;m so sorry...'/><author><name>Peiwee Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11739956631217804867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/SwFWiaha9xI/AAAAAAAABKc/-s7-TZ3lwrg/S220/14754_209387848097_509573097_4160418_3281982_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15440003.post-5682998846698373301</id><published>2010-08-06T16:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T16:20:59.864+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>My Birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;HII EVERYONE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;my apologies for the lack of posts- life has been an ongoing whirlpool of activities and i've just gotten food poisoning =X! but i'm fine now, my tummy isnt grumbling as much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;last sunday was my birthday! =D!I AM NOW 18!=D!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;was talking on the phone the night before but surprisingly, waking up at 7 in the morning didnt seem like such a drag as it normally does! woke up to my radio going off- mdm mui was on air wishing all those who were celebrating their birthdays that day a happy birthday and it made me smile. =) great way to start the day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;was getting ready to go out for brunch when my maid knocked on my door, telling me to open the door and i was greated by the sight of:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TFpPch5LoiI/AAAAAAAAB6w/tTsRJmu_wQI/s1600/P7020838.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TFpPch5LoiI/AAAAAAAAB6w/tTsRJmu_wQI/s320/P7020838.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;ROSES!! It was a BIG bouquet of roses in a rainbow coloured wrapper with a cute little card pinned to the front! my mouth literally dropped open! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TFpRlAc8z8I/AAAAAAAAB8I/TVuRhAybI_w/s1600/P7020905.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TFpRlAc8z8I/AAAAAAAAB8I/TVuRhAybI_w/s320/P7020905.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;What shocked me even more was that it had the letters J and W made out of the red roses! SOO SWEET CAN! i was soooo touched that i had to wake =] up! HAHA! THANK YOU SOOOOO MUCH SWEETIE! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TFpPrDk89NI/AAAAAAAAB64/1BU8j_sR0II/s1600/P7020839.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TFpPrDk89NI/AAAAAAAAB64/1BU8j_sR0II/s320/P7020839.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;went for a dimsum buffet at Nyonya serusop and that was the start of a very crappy morning which kinda spoilt my mood, but nevertheless, i'm going to push it aside. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TFpP2uLKrRI/AAAAAAAAB7A/dmGTXw-VlFw/s1600/P7020843.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TFpP2uLKrRI/AAAAAAAAB7A/dmGTXw-VlFw/s320/P7020843.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;my nephew did sing me happy birthday in two languages though ;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TFpO9y5NjTI/AAAAAAAAB5Q/bpt0PAhSQ5E/s1600/39167_429264667016_656332016_4930480_2146687_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TFpO9y5NjTI/AAAAAAAAB5Q/bpt0PAhSQ5E/s320/39167_429264667016_656332016_4930480_2146687_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;went to gadong and hour or so earlier and decided to hang out at coffee bean for a while, messaging the others if they wanted to meet up early since i'm already there. nadiah came early for me so we went off to Grazie Mauri which is the old sushi tei.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TFpPLyU6wUI/AAAAAAAAB6Y/UDHPj6KdwPo/s1600/40308_429264752016_656332016_4930486_5908982_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TFpPLyU6wUI/AAAAAAAAB6Y/UDHPj6KdwPo/s320/40308_429264752016_656332016_4930486_5908982_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TFpPKvzcKyI/AAAAAAAAB6Q/8kMcDZcNeWI/s1600/40308_429264747016_656332016_4930485_2787630_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TFpPKvzcKyI/AAAAAAAAB6Q/8kMcDZcNeWI/s320/40308_429264747016_656332016_4930485_2787630_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;willie came early too!=D! so we nommed on pizza and nad had a linguine of some sort which she said was yummy. ahaha! i couldnt eat much coz i was stuffed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TFpPC7Su2nI/AAAAAAAAB5o/CRziy3zFPfw/s1600/39819_429265127016_656332016_4930495_32514_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TFpPC7Su2nI/AAAAAAAAB5o/CRziy3zFPfw/s320/39819_429265127016_656332016_4930495_32514_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;carmy came!=D!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TFpOwow4f_I/AAAAAAAAB4Y/P8alcg5Fc3I/s1600/38688_429265207016_656332016_4930501_6033764_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TFpOwow4f_I/AAAAAAAAB4Y/P8alcg5Fc3I/s320/38688_429265207016_656332016_4930501_6033764_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Slowly everyone started&amp;nbsp;arriving =D! but i was still feeling sad as a few days ago jo said she had to go back to kl for the mtv world stage concert and although she wanted to go, she wanted to be here for my birthday and she's my best friend. thing was, her sister was mad and booked her flight to kl without her knowledge so she was forced to go! (ok it sounds silly now but it made me cry uncontrollably ok!!!) i was so upset because in the first place, i wasnt able to see my sweetheart on my birthday and then now my best friend wont be there for me either! throughout the whole week i was super unhappy and i just couldnt feel excited for my birthday until the day before. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TFpPBj-pakI/AAAAAAAAB5g/nLRaKH-rb7c/s1600/39811_429264812016_656332016_4930490_6488369_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TFpPBj-pakI/AAAAAAAAB5g/nLRaKH-rb7c/s320/39811_429264812016_656332016_4930490_6488369_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;i was feel super curious at how the cook was tossing the pizza dough that i ran over and asked if i could take a pic =D!he laughed at me and offered to toss it again lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TFpQP48PCoI/AAAAAAAAB7Q/4GrKCNC9bqw/s1600/P7020849.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TFpQP48PCoI/AAAAAAAAB7Q/4GrKCNC9bqw/s320/P7020849.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;but i fail at taking moving shots lol!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TFpQbNlnoSI/AAAAAAAAB7Y/c42KOD_q-Sk/s1600/P7020851.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TFpQbNlnoSI/AAAAAAAAB7Y/c42KOD_q-Sk/s320/P7020851.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;this is a crazy cow- which tastes yummy despite the funny name! HAHAHA! it tastes familiar, yet you cant pinpoint the taste. willie had the butterflykiss and when it came we all did kissy sounds at him HAHAHA! there was another drink called pussy foot and everyone was making fun of the name so woon decided to order it HAHA! turned out alright =P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TFpQzGcFDgI/AAAAAAAAB7o/xXwgq95buZg/s1600/P7020860.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TFpQzGcFDgI/AAAAAAAAB7o/xXwgq95buZg/s320/P7020860.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;my cousin, his garlic bread and blessy!!=D!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TFpQ-QZQgLI/AAAAAAAAB7w/H_0Q8JtOhuY/s1600/P7020856.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TFpQ-QZQgLI/AAAAAAAAB7w/H_0Q8JtOhuY/s320/P7020856.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;willie and his butterflykiss =P those two do not mix well with each other=P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TFpPI-w5UVI/AAAAAAAAB6I/JaaDlCLf554/s1600/40243_429265547016_656332016_4930522_2861556_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TFpPI-w5UVI/AAAAAAAAB6I/JaaDlCLf554/s320/40243_429265547016_656332016_4930522_2861556_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;After that we headed off to cheezbox where it was suppose to be our first dessert stop! they led me to the head seat and said i had to sit there coz it was my birthday lol! in reality they were planning a big surprise for me which made me bawl like nuts! woon brought his laptop and said jo made a video for me before she left for kl. from the first second i saw her on the video, i started crying and crying and crying like mad! i had to do certain tasks coz she was ordering me too HAHA! and my last task was for woon to take a picture of nad and me together- she took out her tiny camera which made me curious why didnt she just use the dslr on the table?suddenly woon said why is it on record and i heard a familiar voice behind me going,"can i take your order miss?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;i turned around and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I SAW JOO!!!!!!!! =DDD!! I CRIED EVEN MORE!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TFpOtYVFN-I/AAAAAAAAB4A/70lc61GngEU/s1600/33511_429265757016_656332016_4930531_2158242_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TFpOtYVFN-I/AAAAAAAAB4A/70lc61GngEU/s320/33511_429265757016_656332016_4930531_2158242_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;and she cried too!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TFpOuh4MvvI/AAAAAAAAB4I/rIjIsEzGOVw/s1600/33511_429265767016_656332016_4930533_2664233_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TFpOuh4MvvI/AAAAAAAAB4I/rIjIsEzGOVw/s320/33511_429265767016_656332016_4930533_2664233_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TFpOvF6IwwI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/x2Ygb3ge-m4/s1600/38514_429265712016_656332016_4930528_5317498_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TFpOvF6IwwI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/x2Ygb3ge-m4/s320/38514_429265712016_656332016_4930528_5317498_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;i was ready to kill her yet i was going to squeeze her like crazy for being there!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TFpPEcrkvFI/AAAAAAAAB5w/fgfwGOqR46E/s1600/40051_429266777016_656332016_4930581_1736856_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TFpPEcrkvFI/AAAAAAAAB5w/fgfwGOqR46E/s320/40051_429266777016_656332016_4930581_1736856_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TFpPGikHKQI/AAAAAAAAB6A/txviYM5FMc8/s1600/40051_429266782016_656332016_4930582_2661321_n1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TFpPGikHKQI/AAAAAAAAB6A/txviYM5FMc8/s320/40051_429266782016_656332016_4930582_2661321_n1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;and it ended up being the best birthday ever!!! =D!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TFpO5tRSnWI/AAAAAAAAB44/OCbCKW-9oNc/s1600/39034_476523073097_509573097_6713363_1905789_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TFpO5tRSnWI/AAAAAAAAB44/OCbCKW-9oNc/s320/39034_476523073097_509573097_6713363_1905789_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TFpO3vmiJlI/AAAAAAAAB4w/0J_0WwwzzvI/s1600/38809_476522428097_509573097_6713335_2021099_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TFpO3vmiJlI/AAAAAAAAB4w/0J_0WwwzzvI/s320/38809_476522428097_509573097_6713335_2021099_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;LOOK WHAT KUS NAD AND BLESSY GOT ME! i'll&amp;nbsp;come back to this later! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TFpO8CGaMEI/AAAAAAAAB5A/itTCelEPM2w/s1600/39058_429266177016_656332016_4930559_4431687_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TFpO8CGaMEI/AAAAAAAAB5A/itTCelEPM2w/s320/39058_429266177016_656332016_4930559_4431687_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Jo took out a book from her bag and said sweetie wanted her to give it to me. when i looked through the book my heart melted like a knob of butter on a hot frying pan! it was SOOOO sweet can! THANKS SWEETIE!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TFpPNhTZKBI/AAAAAAAAB6g/aiNT4K_VlmA/s1600/40331_429267657016_656332016_4930652_5940512_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TFpPNhTZKBI/AAAAAAAAB6g/aiNT4K_VlmA/s320/40331_429267657016_656332016_4930652_5940512_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TFpPPUTIWII/AAAAAAAAB6o/BWuH4TQ4uls/s1600/40691_429267247016_656332016_4930629_1574001_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TFpPPUTIWII/AAAAAAAAB6o/BWuH4TQ4uls/s320/40691_429267247016_656332016_4930629_1574001_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;everyone around the table planned this for me and knew what was happening so i went around hugging everyone =D!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;after all the fun, we started ordering for food and it ended up noisy and funny at the same time until the manager had to tell us to quiet down HAHAHA! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;what happened was nad ordered a drink which had pearls in them that popped in your mouth as you chew them and a liquid will come out of it. nad ended up trying to shoot the balls into kus's mouth and the balls flew EVERYWHERE! the funniest part was when she hit him straight on the forehead! AHAHAHAH! then the tables turned and it was kus's turn- things got funnier! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;he took a huff and puffed into the straw! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;and shot right into her shirt! T.T! WITH TWO BALLS AHAHAHA! we couldnt stop laughing and the staff were glaring at us! HAHAHA! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TFpRLIEdRBI/AAAAAAAAB74/H_eHAefMHxk/s1600/P7020883.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TFpRLIEdRBI/AAAAAAAAB74/H_eHAefMHxk/s320/P7020883.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TFpO84xiRBI/AAAAAAAAB5I/S_BEgFCv-mc/s1600/39092_476525663097_509573097_6713513_7646230_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TFpO84xiRBI/AAAAAAAAB5I/S_BEgFCv-mc/s320/39092_476525663097_509573097_6713513_7646230_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;after cheezbox, we headed back to grazie mauri for desserts and had all of the desserts that were available! i liked the tiramisu, this almond pudding, as well as the taste of the molten chocolate pudding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;after that, we walked back to the mall and went to swensens for more food (hahah sorry the main theme of my birthday was desserts and food!) and ate finger food there, along with a cup of sticky chewy chocolate ice cream! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;personally for me, i feel that these type of restaurants (cheezbox and swensens) dont really taste that great, its just the name of the places that makes it popular. the food is just mediocre.. but going there once in a while doesnt harm right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;definitely had a great time with great company ^^! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TFpRxRb4YVI/AAAAAAAAB8Q/VswfhUktHcw/s1600/P7020912.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TFpRxRb4YVI/AAAAAAAAB8Q/VswfhUktHcw/s320/P7020912.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Thank you everyone for all the presents! they are lovely! and for the 'skank' box ;)! AHAHAH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TFpRZ9ByUCI/AAAAAAAAB8A/fceMam25MWE/s1600/P7020877.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TFpRZ9ByUCI/AAAAAAAAB8A/fceMam25MWE/s320/P7020877.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TFpR9nc4qaI/AAAAAAAAB8Y/qsTjryQsbyI/s1600/P7020914.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TFpR9nc4qaI/AAAAAAAAB8Y/qsTjryQsbyI/s320/P7020914.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This was from nad kus and teo. THANK YOU SOOO MUCH!! i loved everything in there!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;In the red box~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TFpSKLzpJ7I/AAAAAAAAB8g/Y2M-R60IE-8/s1600/P7020920.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TFpSKLzpJ7I/AAAAAAAAB8g/Y2M-R60IE-8/s320/P7020920.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This was from kus nad and blessy HAHAHA! this is called a 'skank' box because they said since i'm legal now, they decided to get me things that will be used during adult entertainment. HAHAHA! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TFpO_M_aysI/AAAAAAAAB5Y/_oyijeGNKqo/s1600/39228_476522958097_509573097_6713359_8352815_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TFpO_M_aysI/AAAAAAAAB5Y/_oyijeGNKqo/s320/39228_476522958097_509573097_6713359_8352815_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;and in case something goes wrong, there's a pregnancy test in there to check. AHAHAHAH!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Thanks you guys ;) except, i'm a strict "sex only occurs after marriage" person. i dont know what i'll do with all of this for the time being...=S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TFpSXXZwpeI/AAAAAAAAB8o/cAEDlmkfIb8/s1600/P7020922.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TFpSXXZwpeI/AAAAAAAAB8o/cAEDlmkfIb8/s320/P7020922.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This was from richard THANKS CHARD!=D!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TFpScCVlsxI/AAAAAAAAB8w/gwWC4dfOcX0/s1600/P7020935.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TFpScCVlsxI/AAAAAAAAB8w/gwWC4dfOcX0/s320/P7020935.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;this was from jo and woon which is a cow necklace/pendrive all in one and they put in videos from my birthday and bloopers which were sooo cute!XD! THANK YOU SO MUCH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I just want to thank everyone who wished me on my birthday and everyone who made it my best birthday ever, to go through sooo much trouble just to make me happy even when times got difficult as well as to suffer the consquences of making me upset =P! without you all, i dont know how i would have gone through life and kept my head up even through the rough times. i hope i've been a good friend to each and everyone of you as you have been to me and lets celebrate another 50+ years together yeah?;)! I LOVE YOU ALL FROM THE BOTTOM OF MY HEART!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Think about it ;)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15440003-5682998846698373301?l=nightmarealive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/feeds/5682998846698373301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15440003&amp;postID=5682998846698373301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/5682998846698373301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/5682998846698373301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-birthday.html' title='My Birthday!'/><author><name>Peiwee Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11739956631217804867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/SwFWiaha9xI/AAAAAAAABKc/-s7-TZ3lwrg/S220/14754_209387848097_509573097_4160418_3281982_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TFpPch5LoiI/AAAAAAAAB6w/tTsRJmu_wQI/s72-c/P7020838.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15440003.post-461646879599115891</id><published>2010-07-31T21:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T12:52:29.189+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>My first Spa Treatment- BEST EVER!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;TODAY WAS LOVEEEEEEELYY!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;i cant tell you how much i loved it! it is beyond your imagination!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;so basically this morning i was waiting impatiently for the time to go by faster- i was super excited for the spa treatment i was going to get. =D! sorry, i've never been to a spa before so i was definitely curious what was all the hype about and how it felt. my last class was eng and i was bouncing around going,"HURRYYY UPPP!!!!!" and let me tell you, i zoomed out of the class yelling "I'M TURNING EIGHTEEEEN!!!" ahahaha! thats how excited i was XD! got home and rushed through a quick shower, was on my way in about 20 minutes. was messaging sweetie the whole way and when i asked where he was he said he was at home watching tv. little did i know what he had in store for me!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TFQhUjlP88I/AAAAAAAAB3I/sk2L84FNkw8/s1600/P7020828.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TFQhUjlP88I/AAAAAAAAB3I/sk2L84FNkw8/s320/P7020828.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TFQhXEFD8dI/AAAAAAAAB3Q/76WN2beN66M/s1600/P7020829.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TFQhXEFD8dI/AAAAAAAAB3Q/76WN2beN66M/s320/P7020829.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Zen spa! i like the ambience of the spa- its made for both men and women and its decorations are simple- i like simple!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;i got to Zen spa 30 minute earlier so i decided to pretend i was a rich tai-tai and look around at the furniture sold&amp;nbsp;at CourtFurniture. yeah, the salesladies didnt think i was one. =\ HAAHAH! then sweetie called me and i went outside to talk to him. i heard this slight swooshing in the background which indicated that he was walking- i asked him where he was going and he said "to my bedroom" HE LIEDDDDDD!!!! suddenly he said,"i see my baby in a red t-shirt" and i was likeO_O!!!!!! *looks around slowly&amp;nbsp;as if i was&amp;nbsp;in a movie* then i saw someone behind the toy playground and he emerged from behind with a chocolate cake in one hand, smiling at me with his sweet smile and he said happy advanced birthday. i was literally SHOCKED! my mouth was hanging wide open and i was thinking to myself,"i'm dreaming this arent i?O_O" LOL! my voice went squeaky and i was staring dumbly at the cake man HAHAHA!i didnt even read the words till we were in the car after the treatments! i was hugging him like MAD trying to convince myself that it wasnt a dream!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TFQh81pIPII/AAAAAAAAB3o/4mYco-Dq8pc/s1600/P7020844.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TFQh81pIPII/AAAAAAAAB3o/4mYco-Dq8pc/s320/P7020844.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;sorry, had to cut the cake =P it says happy advanced B'day babygirl- (L)!!!!!!! my dad laughed at me and teased me when i showed him what it said =P!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TFQiLYMf-yI/AAAAAAAAB3w/f-LcCqYfhkQ/s1600/P7020847.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TFQiLYMf-yI/AAAAAAAAB3w/f-LcCqYfhkQ/s320/P7020847.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;yummy cake! thank you sweetiee!!! you really know what i love X3! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;when my cousin came we all went up to begin the treatments and we went for a steambath! had a little trouble with the clothings- it was a little too thin for my liking so i had to wear a bathrobe+ a towel inside which i'm gladd i did coz the bathrobe is USELESS! it fell open anyway HAHAHAHA! upon stepping in, it was so foggy i couldnt see what was in front of me but got used to it in the end. we all updated each other with what has been going on with life and i had a blast in there ;) even with all that extra steam ;)! after the steambath we had to shower and i had to get ready for my manicure and pedicure. was playing around with the toilet showers like a little girl- giggling like mad while another person yelps in the other shower ;)! HAHAHA! the wonders of physics~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;plopped down on the big couch to get my nails done by a quiet, well composed lady who probably wanted to smack me because i was so excited jumpy and loud but maintained her composure very well throughout the session LOL! had a french manicure and peachy pedicure and it was even better with sweetie next to me, making me feel like a queen X3! was laughing like mad though when the lady was touching my toes and i couldnt help myself- sweetie had to calm me down in order for her to continue with her work. thank gosh i got used to it though HAHAHA! but i have a feeling i'll be uncontrollable when someone tries to give me a foot massage =P HAHAHAA! but definitely lovely! X3!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TFQhqbhgslI/AAAAAAAAB3Y/IsjhNvXagUY/s1600/P7020834.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TFQhqbhgslI/AAAAAAAAB3Y/IsjhNvXagUY/s320/P7020834.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TFQhSWpEGsI/AAAAAAAAB3A/SS_QRA7yCWE/s1600/Picture+10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TFQhSWpEGsI/AAAAAAAAB3A/SS_QRA7yCWE/s320/Picture+10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;sent sweetie home, giggled and talked to him in the car and made funny faces at him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TFQhrjXZSAI/AAAAAAAAB3g/wNUEh_7p1Gc/s1600/P7020842.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TFQhrjXZSAI/AAAAAAAAB3g/wNUEh_7p1Gc/s320/P7020842.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;while heading home, i saw a beautiful rainbow that was complete- its really faint in here. but it was sooo lovely! reflected back what i was feeling ^^!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;definitely a great time overall! &lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much cousin! =D!! YOU'RE DA BOMB!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;i enjoyed it immensely and seeing him after how many months of no body contact or seeing him face to face, it made me soooo happy! a great birthday gift indeed! thank you so much sweetie!! you made me the happiest girl EVER! I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Think about it ;)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15440003-461646879599115891?l=nightmarealive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/feeds/461646879599115891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15440003&amp;postID=461646879599115891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/461646879599115891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/461646879599115891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-first-spa-treatment-best-ever.html' title='My first Spa Treatment- BEST EVER!'/><author><name>Peiwee Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11739956631217804867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/SwFWiaha9xI/AAAAAAAABKc/-s7-TZ3lwrg/S220/14754_209387848097_509573097_4160418_3281982_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TFQhUjlP88I/AAAAAAAAB3I/sk2L84FNkw8/s72-c/P7020828.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15440003.post-5152492011473340735</id><published>2010-07-31T08:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T12:53:00.319+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Currently in chem class n my tutor is away on an exchange program. What does that mean?FWEEE PERIOD!*shiny eyes* hehe enjoyin the coldness of the chem lab while everyone's just laughing n talking among themselves or doing their homework. Lol! I on the other hand,resort to Blogging!see how much i care bout you readers?;-)(if i even have any:-() definitely feeling the excitement in my tummy for later. My first spa treatment!:-D!i fail as a girl coz i've never been to a spa or had my nails done by someone else. Even that day when i had my eyebrows done by someone else,that made me feel like a hyper five year old! Wonder how is it today! :-o!HAHA! My classmate just broke the water tap!HAHAHAHA!and he just put it back like nothing happened HAHA! SO anyway, there's this female cat roaming around my school and on thursday morning,it tried to follow me into my classroom. Quickly closed the door and on instinct i opened the windows like i do every morning. Suddenly i saw the kitty in front of me about to jump up and i screamed and slammed the window shut. Silly aren't i?lol!n this morning,we went down for assembly and the kitty followed us all the way,even paying attention to the principal. Such a cute kitty,unfortunately..i don't like cats.o.o! The irony..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Think about it ;)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15440003-5152492011473340735?l=nightmarealive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/feeds/5152492011473340735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15440003&amp;postID=5152492011473340735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/5152492011473340735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/5152492011473340735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/2010/07/currently-in-chem-class-n-my-tutor-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Peiwee Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11739956631217804867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/SwFWiaha9xI/AAAAAAAABKc/-s7-TZ3lwrg/S220/14754_209387848097_509573097_4160418_3281982_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15440003.post-5374473084436598440</id><published>2010-07-30T19:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T12:53:23.670+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>still seventeen!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;2 more days ;)! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TFK566u7EoI/AAAAAAAAB24/QxyRJD1PxDY/s1600/Picture+6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TFK566u7EoI/AAAAAAAAB24/QxyRJD1PxDY/s320/Picture+6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;last hours as a 17 year old! i feel the excitement in me growing ;)!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Think about it ;)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15440003-5374473084436598440?l=nightmarealive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/feeds/5374473084436598440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15440003&amp;postID=5374473084436598440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/5374473084436598440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/5374473084436598440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/2010/07/still-seventeen.html' title='still seventeen!'/><author><name>Peiwee Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11739956631217804867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/SwFWiaha9xI/AAAAAAAABKc/-s7-TZ3lwrg/S220/14754_209387848097_509573097_4160418_3281982_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TFK566u7EoI/AAAAAAAAB24/QxyRJD1PxDY/s72-c/Picture+6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15440003.post-2931653792739206969</id><published>2010-07-30T17:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T12:54:27.102+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='angry'/><title type='text'>BLAHH!!!</title><content type='html'>GAHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;HDIHFISRHTHWEUWEOJFGJDFUIGSIOAUISGEQIWOAKQPQKAGUFOSHFSHSDOISDH!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://punjabnews.org/wp-content/uploads/2009/11/Shoot.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://punjabnews.org/wp-content/uploads/2009/11/Shoot.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;*shoots self in the head*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;perfectly fun day turns sour. great.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;one thing i hate is people trying to direct my life without my consent or against my will and not having the tendency to THINK of the situation or how it may affect another person's mood. there you go, my mood is spoilt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Think about it ;)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15440003-2931653792739206969?l=nightmarealive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/feeds/2931653792739206969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15440003&amp;postID=2931653792739206969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/2931653792739206969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/2931653792739206969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/2010/07/blahh.html' title='BLAHH!!!'/><author><name>Peiwee Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11739956631217804867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/SwFWiaha9xI/AAAAAAAABKc/-s7-TZ3lwrg/S220/14754_209387848097_509573097_4160418_3281982_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15440003.post-7564255147808670459</id><published>2010-07-28T15:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T12:55:22.124+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><title type='text'>food+ whatever</title><content type='html'>Am at escapade shokubo nomming while waiting for my mom as she's having her hair done. There are things running through my mind right now but i refuse to acknowledge them due to how idiotic i acted yesterday. I know,life isn't always roses and daisies,as we grow up,we have to bargain for our wants so i've learn't my lesson. I know its unchangable,so i don't care,bring on the challenge after challenge. Pretty much i'm in a don't care ish mood right now but hopefully it'll be gone soon.we'll see..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Think about it ;)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15440003-7564255147808670459?l=nightmarealive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/feeds/7564255147808670459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15440003&amp;postID=7564255147808670459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/7564255147808670459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/7564255147808670459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/2010/07/am-at-escapade-shokubo-nomming-while_28.html' title='food+ whatever'/><author><name>Peiwee Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11739956631217804867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/SwFWiaha9xI/AAAAAAAABKc/-s7-TZ3lwrg/S220/14754_209387848097_509573097_4160418_3281982_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15440003.post-7004913160314647280</id><published>2010-07-26T20:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T20:03:26.497+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nonsense'/><title type='text'>the countdown...</title><content type='html'>countdown: 6 more days till i'm finally legalised. (ok now i just sound like an illegal immigrant). others would prolly feel excited and go "YEAHHHH I'M GONNA DRIVE YO!!=D!" but for me, i'm having trouble wrapping my head around how fast time has flown by. it comes with extra responsibilities, not to mention alot of pressure to deal with. but for now, i'll told myself to stop worrying about the future and take it all one step at a time. and yes, i shall remember to breathe~*woooshaa!* &lt;br /&gt;am i excited? the feeling hasnt settled in yet ahaha! will be going out for brunch with my mom and family at nyonya, then i'll be heading off to gadong for a dessert expedition with my friends =D! just wish you could be there too =[! &lt;br /&gt;besides that, shall be heading to zen spa on saturday for a birthday gift from my dear cousin richard =D! thanks chard!&lt;br /&gt;i dunno why but i'm feeling slightly blue..my last week as seventeen yo- *plays seventeen forever-metrostation on replay*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never mind..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Think about it ;)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15440003-7004913160314647280?l=nightmarealive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/feeds/7004913160314647280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15440003&amp;postID=7004913160314647280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/7004913160314647280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/7004913160314647280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/2010/07/countdown.html' title='the countdown...'/><author><name>Peiwee Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11739956631217804867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/SwFWiaha9xI/AAAAAAAABKc/-s7-TZ3lwrg/S220/14754_209387848097_509573097_4160418_3281982_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15440003.post-296227336860440194</id><published>2010-07-25T18:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T18:53:09.545+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blowing off steam..'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='councillors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outing'/><title type='text'>sort-of 3g reunion</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Capers! a sort of 3g reunion for us, its main reason was to celebrate the coming home of felix from kuching and a farewell for chyi as she'll be leaving very soon for her studies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TEv_OOx14ZI/AAAAAAAAB1A/Ujv2SFIuAlM/s1600/P7010826.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TEv_OOx14ZI/AAAAAAAAB1A/Ujv2SFIuAlM/s320/P7010826.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;corne, hongkait and thomas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TEv_bjHhu4I/AAAAAAAAB1I/_tVe5SSX0Tg/s1600/P7010830.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TEv_bjHhu4I/AAAAAAAAB1I/_tVe5SSX0Tg/s320/P7010830.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;initially i booked for 23 people and only half of the table came. ah wells, the less people there are, prolly is for the best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TEv_l-7p4cI/AAAAAAAAB1Q/Y_Nec4R4-3A/s1600/P7010831.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TEv_l-7p4cI/AAAAAAAAB1Q/Y_Nec4R4-3A/s320/P7010831.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;FOOODD!!! =D! the things i enjoy most are food and the company of my loved ones^^! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TEv_xrDWCaI/AAAAAAAAB1Y/JdPbHsL2kIw/s1600/P7010841.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TEv_xrDWCaI/AAAAAAAAB1Y/JdPbHsL2kIw/s320/P7010841.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;welcome home felix!=D! he has an earring now =O! who knew he would get one lol &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TEv_-5B5l2I/AAAAAAAAB1g/7axgS9RHaOw/s1600/P7010839.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TEv_-5B5l2I/AAAAAAAAB1g/7axgS9RHaOw/s320/P7010839.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;at least everyone got along with each other and had fun laughing in their groups lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TEwAAH-8QXI/AAAAAAAAB1o/GXn3DVpQz3c/s1600/P7010843.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TEwAAH-8QXI/AAAAAAAAB1o/GXn3DVpQz3c/s320/P7010843.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;have a safe trip chyi! study hard and&amp;nbsp;try not to&amp;nbsp;be homesick! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TEwA_jAwA1I/AAAAAAAAB2Q/bgBoCcjinIo/s1600/P7010850.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TEwA_jAwA1I/AAAAAAAAB2Q/bgBoCcjinIo/s320/P7010850.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;joyce and her boyfriend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TEwAKEoTe-I/AAAAAAAAB1w/lOaJvFAX2ak/s1600/P7010852.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TEwAKEoTe-I/AAAAAAAAB1w/lOaJvFAX2ak/s320/P7010852.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;carmyy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TEwATmdNfAI/AAAAAAAAB14/mozsdUdfDys/s1600/P7010855.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TEwATmdNfAI/AAAAAAAAB14/mozsdUdfDys/s320/P7010855.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;kus! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TEwAdR-BHJI/AAAAAAAAB2A/Lac4pRfuIw8/s1600/P7010851.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TEwAdR-BHJI/AAAAAAAAB2A/Lac4pRfuIw8/s320/P7010851.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;jo!=D!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TEwArGTDMeI/AAAAAAAAB2I/pXMj1k3p8FY/s1600/P7010857.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TEwArGTDMeI/AAAAAAAAB2I/pXMj1k3p8FY/s320/P7010857.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;the ones i had a great time with ^^!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;overall, it seemed ok, albeit the grouping and natural awkwardness between the ones who can speak chinese and the ones who cant. LOL! was a bit panicky in the beginning, due to reasons i cannot say here, which resolved to me asking for helping from sweetie who was on the otherside of bandar with the annual council dinner about to start. what will i do without you?T.T! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;as bluntly as i can put it, i'm just glad the whole thing is over!=P! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Right now, i have another issue that i want to talk about. If you were to ask me what are the most important aspects that i look for in the opposite sex, one of them would be level of standards. what is this level of standards&amp;nbsp;you may ask? well its to do with brains as well as morals; the way one talks and thinks. yeah yeah, there are some people out there who say " i will love him/her no matter how uneducated/kampung/naive the person is!" Thats rubbish. &lt;br /&gt;I dont care how blindly in love you are with this person, or how lovely the person is, but if he/she isnt on the same page as you are, you're going to&amp;nbsp;encounter A LOT of problems in the future. i'm not talking about near future, but i'm talking about in the long run. because right now, all you're running on is love. what happens if the love starts running out? what happens if you guys end up fighting about something meagre or childish and your love just evaporates just like that? i'm talking based on experience here, it isnt easy seeing this happen every single day, not to myself, but to my family. can you imagine that every day that goes by isnt complete unless there is an argument about the tiniest issue? I've also learnt a lesson from a past relationship and it may not be the 'main' cause of the breakup, but it definitely played a role in it. its to do with the way one speaks, the way one thinks, the way one portrays oneself, the way one carries oneself in public or the determination one has for life or to meet one's goal. let me give you an example: lets say your friend A took drugs. you think its wrong and its sad to see your friend go down that path. your lover thinks its ok to take drugs, its fun and also he/she helped A GET THE DRUGS! adding fuel to the fire, your lover starts talking about the easiest ways to dupe the inspection officers who are idiots coz your lover is the smartest person in the world. what are you going to think?!?!?! dont tell me you support what your lover says. coz if you do, its not the officers who are idiots, its you. &lt;br /&gt;yeah sure, you can tell me its fine once in a while, its good to have a contrast in thinking and ideas. who said it was once in a while? plus that was a contrast in morals as well! that wasnt an issue about heterosexuals and homosexuals, where some people are born with a defect. it was to do with the way both of you were brought up! if that happens once, its going to keep happening because the way your lover was brought up is COMPLETELY different from the way you were brought up and how you think. whats going to happen in your future? your priorities are to have a happy life by working hard and raising a good family. your lover's priorities are to act cool, dont study, everyone around him/her are idiots and he/she is the smartest person alive, and the world owes him,not he owes the world. are you sure you're still going to accept him/her? if your love dies off, all you have to keep you guys together is a piece of paper that says you guys are married. would you like that? would you want that? why in the world would you want to torture yourself?! why put yourself up for a heartache when you could do with someone so much better? i'm glad god gave me another chance to be with someone who is on the same page as i am, and let me tell you, we have never fought before and being with him has made me the happiest i've ever been in my whole life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew... thats relieving! anyway, yesterday was the 37th annual council dinner and my juniors whom have taken their own juniors under their wings, to nurture them and bring them up as well grounded councillors themselves. i'm glad to say that i'm very proud of my juniors as i've seen them grow into independent young adults, taking on the responsibility that was once their seniors' job and teaching what they've learnt to their own juniors. and now they are about to step down, with the annual dinner being their 'last'&amp;nbsp;event- it makes me wonder where time has gone&amp;nbsp;='( to my juniors, you&amp;nbsp;did great!&amp;nbsp;although we werent&amp;nbsp;as close to you all as you are to your own juniors, i am soo happy that you all have established such&amp;nbsp;close connections to them and i hope that you have established&amp;nbsp;great&amp;nbsp;friends as well!&amp;nbsp;on behalf of our council,&amp;nbsp;i would like to say&amp;nbsp;we are all SO proud of you and its time for&amp;nbsp;you to&amp;nbsp;take on the&amp;nbsp;last few months with your heads high! =D!&amp;nbsp;To Hannah and Joshua, you&amp;nbsp;guys made it through! It's a bumpy road i'm very sure, but you gave it your all and you've learnt things about every councillor under you as well as yourselves! I'm pretty sure both of you are breathing a sigh of relief, but right now you have a few more months so do your best in your O levels and never lose your focus ok?=D! i am very very proud of both of you! you make momma proud! ^^! to&amp;nbsp;your juniors, never forget what your seniors have taught you and&amp;nbsp;dont let others bully you because you are SOOO much&amp;nbsp;better than they are!;)! think carefully and logically about every step you take and&amp;nbsp;please keep&amp;nbsp;SAS's name&amp;nbsp;up- us alumnis&amp;nbsp;are&amp;nbsp;very affectionate about our school lol. no matter what, St.Andrew's School is still my school, even though it doesnt want me anymore, but i still want it! =[!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Think about it ;)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15440003-296227336860440194?l=nightmarealive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/feeds/296227336860440194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15440003&amp;postID=296227336860440194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/296227336860440194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/296227336860440194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/2010/07/sort-of-3g-reunion.html' title='sort-of 3g reunion'/><author><name>Peiwee Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11739956631217804867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/SwFWiaha9xI/AAAAAAAABKc/-s7-TZ3lwrg/S220/14754_209387848097_509573097_4160418_3281982_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TEv_OOx14ZI/AAAAAAAAB1A/Ujv2SFIuAlM/s72-c/P7010826.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15440003.post-6938474003427745605</id><published>2010-07-21T10:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T10:40:09.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Man..i want to drop chem SO BADLY right now!but just met up with my career's teacher and i'm advised not to,even though my marks are horrible. Considerably,other teacher say its better to get 3As than 3As n a b,c,d,e. However,my career teacher has said,its not true because unis prefer those who took and extra subject as an effort. Torn into pieces yo..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Think about it ;)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15440003-6938474003427745605?l=nightmarealive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/feeds/6938474003427745605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15440003&amp;postID=6938474003427745605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/6938474003427745605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/6938474003427745605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/2010/07/man.html' title=''/><author><name>Peiwee Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11739956631217804867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/SwFWiaha9xI/AAAAAAAABKc/-s7-TZ3lwrg/S220/14754_209387848097_509573097_4160418_3281982_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15440003.post-2793505576232753102</id><published>2010-07-19T20:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T20:23:06.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I remember quite a while ago sweetie was asking me what made me mature,in terms of thinking and personality. I couldn't really place an answer for that,neither could he. But just talked to someone whom was my best friend,it dawned to me that its due to the environment and people around me. Once upon a time i was carefree,knowing only to enjoy myself and nothing else mattered. In terms of everything,i think i was handed responsibility at the right time,one to take my mind off sad times,two to really evaluate what i really value in life as important. Unfortunately,after chatting to this prebestfriend,it kinda ticked me off slightly at the words and suggestions,partly because i felt indignant as we were talking bout my birthday. Yes yes call me immature right now,but its still my choice what i want to do. But ah wells,its besides the point. The point is,sometimes in life,you're given a choice and you have to make the decisions by yourself. Upon making that decision,it will affect the way you think from then on,and when you look back,you can choose to regret your decision,or you can choose to appreciate that you did the right thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Think about it ;)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15440003-2793505576232753102?l=nightmarealive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/feeds/2793505576232753102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15440003&amp;postID=2793505576232753102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/2793505576232753102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/2793505576232753102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-remember-quite-while-ago-sweetie-was_7622.html' title=''/><author><name>Peiwee Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11739956631217804867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/SwFWiaha9xI/AAAAAAAABKc/-s7-TZ3lwrg/S220/14754_209387848097_509573097_4160418_3281982_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15440003.post-3683527507469343312</id><published>2010-07-19T20:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T20:22:31.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I remember quite a while ago sweetie was asking me what made me mature,in terms of thinking and personality. I couldn't really place an answer for that,neither could he. But just talked to someone whom was my best friend,it dawned to me that its due to the environment and people around me. Once upon a time i was carefree,knowing only to enjoy myself and nothing else mattered. In terms of everything,i think i was handed responsibility at the right time,one to take my mind off sad times,two to really evaluate what i really value in life as important. Unfortunately,after chatting to this prebestfriend,it kinda ticked me off slightly at the words and suggestions,partly because i felt indignant as we were talking bout my birthday. Yes yes call me immature right now,but its still my choice what i want to do. But ah wells,its besides the point. The point is,sometimes in life,you're given a choice and you have to make the decisions by yourself. Upon making that decision,it will affect the way you think from then on,and when you look back,you can choose to regret your decision,or you can choose to appreciate that you did the right thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Think about it ;)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15440003-3683527507469343312?l=nightmarealive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/feeds/3683527507469343312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15440003&amp;postID=3683527507469343312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/3683527507469343312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/3683527507469343312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-remember-quite-while-ago-sweetie-was_7693.html' title=''/><author><name>Peiwee Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11739956631217804867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/SwFWiaha9xI/AAAAAAAABKc/-s7-TZ3lwrg/S220/14754_209387848097_509573097_4160418_3281982_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15440003.post-5409868560363555518</id><published>2010-07-19T20:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T20:21:00.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I remember quite a while ago sweetie was asking me what made me mature,in terms of thinking and personality. I couldn't really place an answer for that,neither could he. But just talked to someone whom was my best friend,it dawned to me that its due to the environment and people around me. Once upon a time i was carefree,knowing only to enjoy myself and nothing else mattered. In terms of everything,i think i was handed responsibility at the right time,one to take my mind off sad times,two to really evaluate what i really value in life as important. Unfortunately,after chatting to this prebestfriend,it kinda ticked me off slightly at the words and suggestions,partly because i felt indignant as we were talking bout my birthday. Yes yes call me immature right now,but its still my choice what i want to do. But ah wells,its besides the point. The point is,sometimes in life,you're given a choice and you have to make the decisions by yourself. Upon making that decision,it will affect the way you think from then on,and when you look back,you can choose to regret your decision,or you can choose to appreciate that you did the right thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Think about it ;)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15440003-5409868560363555518?l=nightmarealive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/feeds/5409868560363555518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15440003&amp;postID=5409868560363555518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/5409868560363555518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/5409868560363555518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-remember-quite-while-ago-sweetie-was_3400.html' title=''/><author><name>Peiwee Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11739956631217804867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/SwFWiaha9xI/AAAAAAAABKc/-s7-TZ3lwrg/S220/14754_209387848097_509573097_4160418_3281982_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15440003.post-7498126182215097309</id><published>2010-07-19T20:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T20:20:56.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I remember quite a while ago sweetie was asking me what made me mature,in terms of thinking and personality. I couldn't really place an answer for that,neither could he. But just talked to someone whom was my best friend,it dawned to me that its due to the environment and people around me. Once upon a time i was carefree,knowing only to enjoy myself and nothing else mattered. In terms of everything,i think i was handed responsibility at the right time,one to take my mind off sad times,two to really evaluate what i really value in life as important. Unfortunately,after chatting to this prebestfriend,it kinda ticked me off slightly at the words and suggestions,partly because i felt indignant as we were talking bout my birthday. Yes yes call me immature right now,but its still my choice what i want to do. But ah wells,its besides the point. The point is,sometimes in life,you're given a choice and you have to make the decisions by yourself. Upon making that decision,it will affect the way you think from then on,and when you look back,you can choose to regret your decision,or you can choose to appreciate that you did the right thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Think about it ;)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15440003-7498126182215097309?l=nightmarealive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/feeds/7498126182215097309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15440003&amp;postID=7498126182215097309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/7498126182215097309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/7498126182215097309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-remember-quite-while-ago-sweetie-was_19.html' title=''/><author><name>Peiwee Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11739956631217804867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/SwFWiaha9xI/AAAAAAAABKc/-s7-TZ3lwrg/S220/14754_209387848097_509573097_4160418_3281982_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15440003.post-6552395046514891975</id><published>2010-07-19T20:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T20:20:31.927+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I remember quite a while ago sweetie was asking me what made me mature,in terms of thinking and personality. I couldn't really place an answer for that,neither could he. But just talked to someone whom was my best friend,it dawned to me that its due to the environment and people around me. Once upon a time i was carefree,knowing only to enjoy myself and nothing else mattered. In terms of everything,i think i was handed responsibility at the right time,one to take my mind off sad times,two to really evaluate what i really value in life as important. Unfortunately,after chatting to this prebestfriend,it kinda ticked me off slightly at the words and suggestions,partly because i felt indignant as we were talking bout my birthday. Yes yes call me immature right now,but its still my choice what i want to do. But ah wells,its besides the point. The point is,sometimes in life,you're given a choice and you have to make the decisions by yourself. Upon making that decision,it will affect the way you think from then on,and when you look back,you can choose to regret your decision,or you can choose to appreciate that you did the right thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Think about it ;)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15440003-6552395046514891975?l=nightmarealive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/feeds/6552395046514891975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15440003&amp;postID=6552395046514891975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/6552395046514891975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/6552395046514891975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-remember-quite-while-ago-sweetie-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Peiwee Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11739956631217804867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/SwFWiaha9xI/AAAAAAAABKc/-s7-TZ3lwrg/S220/14754_209387848097_509573097_4160418_3281982_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15440003.post-4479895482204511514</id><published>2010-07-18T16:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T16:19:04.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'>because we are fighters</title><content type='html'>love does wonders to a person. it changes one's perception of life, people and oneself. for some, it makes them open up and lean on their partners. to others, it makes them a stronger, more independent person. every up and down teaches everyone a valuable lesson in life and for me, its taught me that we dont have to go through life alone anymore. my biggest fear is being alone, having to face the world and its problems&amp;nbsp;on my own, with no one to&amp;nbsp;turn to for love support and a shoulder to cry on.&amp;nbsp;and right now,&amp;nbsp;even though its difficult, we're going through this together, we have each others back, we'll do this well and come out victorious in the end. you and i, we'll emerge together are fighters ;)!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Think about it ;)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15440003-4479895482204511514?l=nightmarealive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/feeds/4479895482204511514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15440003&amp;postID=4479895482204511514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/4479895482204511514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/4479895482204511514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/2010/07/because-we-are-fighters.html' title='because we are fighters'/><author><name>Peiwee Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11739956631217804867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/SwFWiaha9xI/AAAAAAAABKc/-s7-TZ3lwrg/S220/14754_209387848097_509573097_4160418_3281982_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15440003.post-3634554359406279238</id><published>2010-07-17T17:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T17:05:18.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what doesnt kill me makes me stronger</title><content type='html'>no matter how hard it is; no matter how many challenges i can come across. i. will. not. back. down. EVER! -.-! even if it takes me forever, i will wait forever. even if one tries to put me down again and again and again, i will still hold my head up and wait for my opportunity once more. a love this strong doesnt go down the drains just like that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Think about it ;)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15440003-3634554359406279238?l=nightmarealive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/feeds/3634554359406279238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15440003&amp;postID=3634554359406279238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/3634554359406279238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/3634554359406279238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/2010/07/what-doesnt-kill-me-makes-me-stronger.html' title='what doesnt kill me makes me stronger'/><author><name>Peiwee Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11739956631217804867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/SwFWiaha9xI/AAAAAAAABKc/-s7-TZ3lwrg/S220/14754_209387848097_509573097_4160418_3281982_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15440003.post-7038928903465570425</id><published>2010-07-14T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T22:10:13.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Remedy to grow your hair out FAST!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I HAVE LONG HAIR AGAIN!=DD!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TD3BkBqbqkI/AAAAAAAABzo/nPQKjW5OOGM/s1600/P6230847.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TD3BkBqbqkI/AAAAAAAABzo/nPQKjW5OOGM/s320/P6230847.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TD3By4qZ40I/AAAAAAAABzw/0nNTrikXT2k/s1600/P6230850.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TD3By4qZ40I/AAAAAAAABzw/0nNTrikXT2k/s320/P6230850.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TD3CBS-1gTI/AAAAAAAABz4/Q2Ls45W4zyA/s1600/P6230867.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TD3CBS-1gTI/AAAAAAAABz4/Q2Ls45W4zyA/s320/P6230867.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TD3CNYJO6YI/AAAAAAAAB0A/dtA0ALBjDUA/s1600/P6230873.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TD3CNYJO6YI/AAAAAAAAB0A/dtA0ALBjDUA/s320/P6230873.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;whats my secret? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;CAT POOP!=DD!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i used it for a week and WHOOSH! my hair grew!=D!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;never will i doubt it ever again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TD3CYSLdEHI/AAAAAAAAB0I/MEqS_uBjVFQ/s1600/P6230876.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TD3C7bZBAAI/AAAAAAAAB0g/-XXvgtNusTg/s1600/P6230880.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TD3C7bZBAAI/AAAAAAAAB0g/-XXvgtNusTg/s320/P6230880.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TD3DJATaEBI/AAAAAAAAB0o/_5TBxc2dzUw/s1600/P6230923.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TD3DJATaEBI/AAAAAAAAB0o/_5TBxc2dzUw/s320/P6230923.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Think about it ;)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15440003-7038928903465570425?l=nightmarealive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/feeds/7038928903465570425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15440003&amp;postID=7038928903465570425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/7038928903465570425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/7038928903465570425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/2010/07/remedy-to-grow-your-hair-out-fast.html' title='Remedy to grow your hair out FAST!'/><author><name>Peiwee Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11739956631217804867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/SwFWiaha9xI/AAAAAAAABKc/-s7-TZ3lwrg/S220/14754_209387848097_509573097_4160418_3281982_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TD3BkBqbqkI/AAAAAAAABzo/nPQKjW5OOGM/s72-c/P6230847.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15440003.post-4452070404109904077</id><published>2010-07-14T21:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T21:50:47.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'>miri!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So last saturday was a holiday due to an islamic occasion(my apologies, i forgot how to spell it &amp;gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TD243rOucII/AAAAAAAAByo/Lc_qut5mLeg/s1600/P6180823.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TD243rOucII/AAAAAAAAByo/Lc_qut5mLeg/s320/P6180823.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;what i wore that day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;which turned out to be a horrible thing to wear- the weather was scorching and my neck was being sunburnt to bits- thank gosh i slapped on sunblock before leaving, otherwise i would have added on to the sunburn i had gotten from sas's sports day &amp;gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TD25CvktwkI/AAAAAAAAByw/lw_9T6jkbK8/s1600/P6180826.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TD25CvktwkI/AAAAAAAAByw/lw_9T6jkbK8/s320/P6180826.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;*drools* harley davidson!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;on the way to kb, the roads were quiet and peaceful... was so happy i had to log onto facebook to express my feelings!then...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TD25LW0P8AI/AAAAAAAABy4/k1qClZ5NqdM/s1600/P6180827.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TD25LW0P8AI/AAAAAAAABy4/k1qClZ5NqdM/s320/P6180827.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;on the way from lumut to sungai tujoh to miri= above. T.T!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;*takes a deep breath in* its okk!!!! i shall entertain myself by looking outside..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TD25YS_Ba-I/AAAAAAAABzA/7SXw8IAURjU/s1600/P6180828.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TD25YS_Ba-I/AAAAAAAABzA/7SXw8IAURjU/s320/P6180828.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;ZOMGGGG!!!! T.T!!!i'm stuck in the middle of nowhere..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TD25jZM6sTI/AAAAAAAABzI/bvEuOym4VNA/s1600/P6180830.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TD25jZM6sTI/AAAAAAAABzI/bvEuOym4VNA/s320/P6180830.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So i resolved to taking a pic of myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TD25voGnEgI/AAAAAAAABzQ/r9xLRA0ULBU/s1600/P6180831.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TD25voGnEgI/AAAAAAAABzQ/r9xLRA0ULBU/s320/P6180831.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;ate a grand palace and cakeeeeeee X3! chocolate cakeee!! X3333!guess which one i liked the most ;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TD258puiUUI/AAAAAAAABzY/uMz0C_ngXRU/s1600/P6180832.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TD258puiUUI/AAAAAAAABzY/uMz0C_ngXRU/s320/P6180832.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;happy belly*pats tummy*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TD26EhwlRvI/AAAAAAAABzg/Z1Fc2yNQvsc/s1600/P6190834.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TD26EhwlRvI/AAAAAAAABzg/Z1Fc2yNQvsc/s320/P6190834.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;on the way back i saw a faint glimmer of a rainbow peeking out behind the trees.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;even in the midst of dark clouds, a rainbow never ceases to put a smile on everybody's face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Think about it ;)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15440003-4452070404109904077?l=nightmarealive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/feeds/4452070404109904077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15440003&amp;postID=4452070404109904077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/4452070404109904077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/4452070404109904077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/2010/07/so-last-saturday-was-holiday-due-to.html' title='miri!'/><author><name>Peiwee Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11739956631217804867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/SwFWiaha9xI/AAAAAAAABKc/-s7-TZ3lwrg/S220/14754_209387848097_509573097_4160418_3281982_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TD243rOucII/AAAAAAAAByo/Lc_qut5mLeg/s72-c/P6180823.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15440003.post-8999602036163020524</id><published>2010-07-14T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T21:14:53.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm still a SAS-ian at heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;St.Andrew's School Sports Day 2010!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TDXcz76r3NI/AAAAAAAAByI/lT_A1Twqvrg/s1600/P6170831.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TDXcz76r3NI/AAAAAAAAByI/lT_A1Twqvrg/s320/P6170831.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TDXdDm4iuuI/AAAAAAAAByQ/Fi7NCwDURPE/s1600/P6170833.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img 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center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;=]! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Think about it ;)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15440003-8999602036163020524?l=nightmarealive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/feeds/8999602036163020524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15440003&amp;postID=8999602036163020524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/8999602036163020524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/8999602036163020524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/2010/07/im-still-sas-ian-at-heart.html' title='i&apos;m still a SAS-ian at heart'/><author><name>Peiwee Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11739956631217804867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/SwFWiaha9xI/AAAAAAAABKc/-s7-TZ3lwrg/S220/14754_209387848097_509573097_4160418_3281982_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TDXcz76r3NI/AAAAAAAAByI/lT_A1Twqvrg/s72-c/P6170831.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15440003.post-3228446801341770492</id><published>2010-07-11T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T21:38:31.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happiness</title><content type='html'>Here's a food for thought: what is the most important thing to you? honestly, dont lie and use another person's words because you think its the rightful thing to say. i think for me it has to be happiness.&lt;br /&gt;Happiness- it varies from person to person, from objects to actions, details to the whole picture itself, everyone's perception of happiness is different.&lt;br /&gt;Why is it important for me? i think its mainly because growing up, i dont always see that emotion being portrayed as anger and dissatisfaction acts as the primary emotions in the house. long story lol. so in a way, i seem to crave for happiness alot and right now i shall talk about things that make me really really happy ^^! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some things that make me really happy:&lt;br /&gt;~ my boyfriend=]- ever since i've met him i've never felt happier than i am at this moment right now. =D! but honestly saying,&amp;nbsp;i have to give him credit for&amp;nbsp;putting up with a life filled with&amp;nbsp;rollercoasters, coz the&amp;nbsp;only way i can explain to everyone of you&amp;nbsp;is that&amp;nbsp;life is no bed of roses. without him, i&amp;nbsp;may not even make it through until today.&amp;nbsp;they say love does wonders right? ;)&lt;br /&gt;~ my friends =) - we've been through ALOT together, all those years of fights, standing up for each other, happy crazy moments, sadness, etc etc, its been great =] they've seen me at my highest point as well as my lowest, to the point where they couldnt do anything about me and only could watch helplessly until i ask for help. but i'm glad they kept me from&amp;nbsp;trying to kill myself =]&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;~food- ah yes, food is a man's necessity and it was my solace at times of unhappiness. it probably wasnt a good friend for making life a little more difficult, but hey, its still a friend. &lt;br /&gt;~morning and good night messages =]-what happens the moment after you wake up or before you sleep can affect your mood so things like short sweet messages make me smile and they never cease to brighten my day or night up X)! &lt;br /&gt;~looking up in the sky and seeing clouds- whether the sky is blue or grey, the&amp;nbsp;clouds really make me happy! if the sky is blue, seeing clouds and trying to figure out their resemblences to things make me laugh coz i tend to see really random objects like a baby's face or a horse's butt. my dad said what you're thinking about is portrayed in what you see in the clouds but i dont know how true that is o.o" HAHAHA! i love it when i see grey clouds in the sky because it means its going to rain!&lt;br /&gt;~rain- i love the sound of rain pattering around me, water running down slopes into drains and the weather becomes cold which is great for snuggling up and keeping warm. =D! its those times when you dont feel like doing anything except sitting there and enjoying the ambience. &lt;br /&gt;~flowers- be it roses or jambu flowers, fresh or dried, they make me happy ^^! especially brightly coloured ones. quirky thing about me is that i LOVE red roses but i seem to dislike pink ones. i think roses should be dramatic and outstanding, not in a colour for the faint-hearted(nor for those who are colour sensitive to bright colours)&amp;nbsp;but yeah, back to flowers= they remind me of&amp;nbsp;a field&amp;nbsp;where nothing gets hurt, there isnt a possibility&amp;nbsp;for danger to lurk around.&lt;br /&gt;~babies and toddlers-&amp;nbsp;omg i LOVEEEEEEE&amp;nbsp;babies, toddlers and overall little kids! i think its because their wants and needs are simple and to the point, they are easily satisfied as long as they know that they are loved and they arent like grown ups who are angry at the world because the world didnt give him a spoon instead of a fork. if you ask me whom i would prefer to work with, i would automatically say children. working in kindy for 1 month+, i can honestly tell you i LOVED it and enjoyed every single day of it! it didnt feel like work, and i was superbly happy to be there taking care of them^^ was missing them alot a few days ago but i got my opportunity to see them once more during sports day. i couldnt tell you how happy i was to see them haha! lets just say, i was cheering for them thoroughout the races! &lt;br /&gt;~ music and dance- for me, the workout i enjoy most would be something fast paced and isnt something that repeats over and over again. thats why dancing makes me happy, i can dance to different genres and it would never be the same step again. this is why i dislike running- there is no fun in doing the same thing over and over again, trying to keep the same pace for more than 5 minutes and not having a real purpose in the whole thing (besides losing weight..) the type of music that i listen to can be anything as long as its not death or shredding metal. o.o not into having my teeth feel like its on a grindstone.&lt;br /&gt;~ball games- except for basketball (dont really like it) i like tennis, badminton, baseball, football, rugby, captainball, etc. its funn!!=D!!! at least these games have a purpose to them and you have different paces to them ie. running for the ball at a moment and pausing at the other to find a teammate. as you can tell by now, my stamina is horrible.lol!&lt;br /&gt;~ eyes- eyes are the windows to your soul. i like looking into people's eyes because they tell me exactly how the person's really feeling, there are times when one cannot tell how he/she is feeling, so looking into a person's eyes are a great way to know. its also because i like to see different variations in eyes colours, spots, lines, etc etc- i've got a book which tells what they mean in terms of personality&amp;nbsp;and the problems one has so its a pretty cool way to&amp;nbsp;get to know the person better. &lt;br /&gt;~ hugs, kisses, handhelds, cuddles, you get the idea- i'm a person who loves these, but i'm very particular to who can touch me. if you are a stranger or someone i barely know or dont like, please do not touch me. AT ALL! i cannot tolerate certain touches but those from the ones i love, it makes me extremely happy =D! &lt;br /&gt;~arm veins- ahaha i have a fascination for veins i dont know why. i like tracing and touching them!=D!&lt;br /&gt;~being surprised- be it a message, call, visit, gift,etc. i love it coz it&amp;nbsp;tells&amp;nbsp;me that someone out there is thinking about me out of the blue, in a way it also assures me that i'm not forgotten and that i am loved and wanted.&lt;br /&gt;~seeing cute fat animals or things- anything fat and cuddly makes me coo and go "AWWW YOU'RE SUCH A CUTE FUZZY WUDDY!" &lt;br /&gt;~watching couples walk hand in hand enjoying each others company- it tells me one day, i will get that too!=D!&lt;br /&gt;~painting- though its back aching and i am horrible at painting, i still do it =D!&lt;br /&gt;~projects- as long as its building, i'm fine. but if its research, forget it.&lt;br /&gt;~watching gabriel iglesias/ funny videos online- seriously! youtube him!&lt;br /&gt;~reading-provides me with much needed distractions+ makes my brain mechanics work&lt;br /&gt;~the feeling of satisfaction- getting things crossed off my list of to-dos/to-buy/to deal with, it satisfies me. there is a reason why going on a holiday with me can be particularly stressful especially when i have things on my mind that i have to settle. if i dont get them crossed off my list, i wont be able to focus on having fun because i'm afraid i'll forget them.&lt;br /&gt;~knowing that its time to relax and have fun- until now i didnt have the ok-signal to sit back and relax a little due to parental pressure to study study study. hey, all work and no play makes jack a dull boy and jill a dull girl! thats why, me-time or fun time should be an important thing, especially because you're so caught up with the world you've lost connections with yourself and what you want in life. &lt;br /&gt;~knowing someone out there feels exactly like i do- we live in a world where everyone wants to be like someone else. we ARE living in a shallow world and its quite sad, but knowing that someone else is trying to be like you whileyou're trying to be like someone else actually helps in soothing a few unhappy heads. when you want to have bigger boobs, i'm trying to have smaller ones. but knowing both sides and how each side feels, it tends to help in understanding and in due time it makes each person feel better about themselves.&lt;br /&gt;~knowing yourself from another person's point of view- a characteristic or personality that is pointed out by another person makes one proud =]&lt;br /&gt;~being a role model to others- hehe, you cant help but to feel proud about yourself right?;) being recognised for one's effort is a pretty great thing too ^^! &lt;br /&gt;~taking it day by day- at the end of the day, doing things that i love and taking everything day by day is something that makes me happy =] there's no need for me to worry about little details of the future anymore (i tend to do that) and it causes me sadness and worries, so in the end, what i feel at this moment is more important that what i MAY feel in the future. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so everyone, what makes you happy?;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Think about it ;)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15440003-3228446801341770492?l=nightmarealive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/feeds/3228446801341770492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15440003&amp;postID=3228446801341770492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/3228446801341770492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/3228446801341770492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/2010/07/happiness.html' title='happiness'/><author><name>Peiwee Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11739956631217804867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/SwFWiaha9xI/AAAAAAAABKc/-s7-TZ3lwrg/S220/14754_209387848097_509573097_4160418_3281982_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15440003.post-3239296740576941987</id><published>2010-07-10T23:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T11:12:56.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The boy side of me</title><content type='html'>Just came back from a daytrip to miri an hour or so ago. I HAVE A NEW COMPUTER MONITOR!=DD! YAYIE MY EYES ARE GOING TO BE SAVED!!! =DDD!! got myself a BenQ 18" flat screen for 200 bucks- nyeh.. was the cheapest i could find &amp;gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;On the way to miri, there was this troop of harley davidson bikers on the road and they're actually from brunei!=o! and there's a harley davidson company+ biking league in brunei!=OOO!!! was so sakai man! the motorbikes were SOOOOOOO SEXY! like omggg!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.harley-riders-guide.com/images/harley-davidson-trike.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="221" rw="true" src="http://www.harley-riders-guide.com/images/harley-davidson-trike.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;one looked like this, except it was black HAHA! =D! doesnt it scream sexy?XD!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have this soft side for harley davidsons, one being its a big motorbike, not like those ugly tiny scooters you see on the road, putt- putt-ing all over town. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://image.made-in-china.com/4f0j00rMCtZyVdEQoL/110cc-Cub-Yamaha-Motorcycle.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" rw="true" src="http://image.made-in-china.com/4f0j00rMCtZyVdEQoL/110cc-Cub-Yamaha-Motorcycle.jpg" width="309" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;i really dont like this one! &lt;/div&gt;one of the bike had a "computer" on it, complete with a keyboard and other cool gadgets on it! when my mom past them, i couldnt help but to wave at them like an over-enthusiastic six year old and they were nice enough to grin and wave back =D!! ahahaha! and there was a female backseat rider in a harley davidson orange jacket and it was superbly cool to see the whole troop riding to miri XD! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will talk about miri tomorrow instead! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for now, i'm going to show every one of you a side of me that not many people know about! (i think i've just intro-ed myself a few mins ago) i am a car and motorbike fanatic =P! sure, i like things that girls like- eg, makeup, clothes, hairstyles, etc. but i also like things like cars, boats, computers, games and more. what i dont like is the fanatical obsession over football. o.o" the only thing i really watch football or sports is when something funny occurs- ie. when a player headbutts another in the stomach XD! also, i'm not the type who remembers what car version has a v8 or which car can run 400 km in less than 30seconds-if i like the car, i like the car. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are you guys bored yet?;) if not, let me continue. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, the utmost sexiest car that i dreamt to have was the Ferrari Enzo *head's screaming with happiness right now* why? well umm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deburgh.sghetplein.nl/2008-WorkshopWebsite/Stijn/ferrari-enzo-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" rw="true" src="http://www.deburgh.sghetplein.nl/2008-WorkshopWebsite/Stijn/ferrari-enzo-2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.seriouswheels.com/pics-def/Ferrari-Enzo-Rear-Doors-Open-1600x1200.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rw="true" src="http://www.seriouswheels.com/pics-def/Ferrari-Enzo-Rear-Doors-Open-1600x1200.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;*purrs* oh you sexyy thang~!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I am very particular to the way things look on the outside and how it sounds (i'm so shallow =[! ) and to me, things should be simple with a sexy side to it, with a smooth sound even when you gun the accelerator. unfortunately..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;its not made anymore =(! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;and thats all i know about the car... &amp;gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.automotiveaddicts.com/images/ferrari-458-italia-575.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="191" rw="true" src="http://www.automotiveaddicts.com/images/ferrari-458-italia-575.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;wasnt really into it coz i didnt like the headlights plus i thought it wasnt something OUTSTANDING &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;then one day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;he showed me this vid&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rMNIYI-0Uko&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rMNIYI-0Uko&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="450" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;AND ZOMG I WAS HOOKED!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHH!!!!didyou see the interior? the&amp;nbsp;sexy steering wheel with signal buttons instead of&amp;nbsp;sticks?&amp;nbsp;did you see the gears at the side of the steering wheel? did you hear how sexy the engine sounded? did you see how sexy the outside looked up close? OMGGG!! I WANT ONEE!!=[!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after seeing that video, i decided to watch videos of other cars- ie. lamborgini gallardo. and lets just say, it never reached my level of expectation after italia 458. one day i shall own one! with a harley davidson! &amp;gt;=[!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i have to find out what job can earn me big bucks..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Think about it ;)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15440003-3239296740576941987?l=nightmarealive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/feeds/3239296740576941987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15440003&amp;postID=3239296740576941987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/3239296740576941987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/3239296740576941987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/2010/07/just-came-back-from-daytrip-to-miri.html' title='The boy side of me'/><author><name>Peiwee Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11739956631217804867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/SwFWiaha9xI/AAAAAAAABKc/-s7-TZ3lwrg/S220/14754_209387848097_509573097_4160418_3281982_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15440003.post-1835229884042388816</id><published>2010-07-09T19:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T19:10:07.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'>odd feeling</title><content type='html'>something deep in my heart feels weird.. i dont whether i should believe it... and i dont want to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Think about it ;)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15440003-1835229884042388816?l=nightmarealive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/feeds/1835229884042388816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15440003&amp;postID=1835229884042388816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/1835229884042388816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/1835229884042388816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/2010/07/odd-feeling.html' title='odd feeling'/><author><name>Peiwee Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11739956631217804867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/SwFWiaha9xI/AAAAAAAABKc/-s7-TZ3lwrg/S220/14754_209387848097_509573097_4160418_3281982_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15440003.post-3780012085393758591</id><published>2010-07-03T12:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T12:22:45.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One more hour till freedom,rest and relaxation! May be going to the land transport to check if i'm eligible to take my law test early. We'll see yeah?;-) definitely cant wait to learn,but i'm still reluctant due to the fear of killing someone lol! Particularly my driving teacher..we'll see!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Think about it ;)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15440003-3780012085393758591?l=nightmarealive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/feeds/3780012085393758591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15440003&amp;postID=3780012085393758591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/3780012085393758591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/3780012085393758591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/2010/07/one-more-hour-till-freedomrest-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Peiwee Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11739956631217804867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/SwFWiaha9xI/AAAAAAAABKc/-s7-TZ3lwrg/S220/14754_209387848097_509573097_4160418_3281982_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15440003.post-656145130091412394</id><published>2010-07-02T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T21:52:26.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hair; vain; nonsense</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Throughout the years, my hair has changed as much as my personality and physique, therefore i shall dedicate a picture post to my hair, starting in form 1!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TC3hneUlWwI/AAAAAAAABuw/m7w6QRl0jXw/s1600/everyone+togteh!.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TC3hneUlWwI/AAAAAAAABuw/m7w6QRl0jXw/s320/everyone+togteh!.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I had shoulder length hair, but with a horrible looking fringe and i hated my hairstyle. o.o" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Form 2!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TC3hvvNnqrI/AAAAAAAABu4/SJx6BFZN89g/s1600/912203767l.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TC3hvvNnqrI/AAAAAAAABu4/SJx6BFZN89g/s320/912203767l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My hair was cut into a certain style which i really liked =D! after a few months it grew out and everything went haywire from then on HAHAHA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TC3h3XvQsGI/AAAAAAAABvI/KI_egdGMcLU/s1600/pei,cally,chyi+and+joann.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TC3h3XvQsGI/AAAAAAAABvI/KI_egdGMcLU/s320/pei,cally,chyi+and+joann.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;but i still loved it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;then my hair grew out! i dont know what i did but my hair grew really really fast! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TC3hzYrnTfI/AAAAAAAABvA/3uj5tFKdWjI/s1600/90.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TC3hzYrnTfI/AAAAAAAABvA/3uj5tFKdWjI/s320/90.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I had alot of fun playing with my hair and experimenting with it even though i wasnt allowed to do any permanent "damage" to it lol! so i had to make do with doing all types of hairstyles that only last at max 30 mins. lol! but hey those curls made me a really happy girl =] HAHA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TC3jI0H42CI/AAAAAAAABvY/cqegABpLQKY/s1600/P1090515.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TC3jI0H42CI/AAAAAAAABvY/cqegABpLQKY/s320/P1090515.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;then it grew and grew and grew. but reaaaaaallllyyy slowly after that. HAHAHA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TC3jT2CETJI/AAAAAAAABvg/E5dwSEt8KWI/s1600/P4230014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TC3jT2CETJI/AAAAAAAABvg/E5dwSEt8KWI/s320/P4230014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;my cousin's wedding. =]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;AUSTRALIA 2007!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TC3rJVtwamI/AAAAAAAAByA/-qqRgLxVr6k/s1600/IMAG0039.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TC3rJVtwamI/AAAAAAAAByA/-qqRgLxVr6k/s320/IMAG0039.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ok this is in Darwin when i was visiting lleui(my sis)&amp;nbsp;and this is actually a statue in her university's garden. the gardens were sooo beautiful! my dad was saying"brunei should have this etc etc etc" because schools and universities in other countries seem to have these types of surroundings to ensure "best studying environment" possible. o.o" and let me tell you, looking at the pics, i kept going"ZOMG I LOOK SO BLAHH!! T.T!!" and my hair was only dyed at the top, the bottoms were all black. gg. it looked horrendous!!! T.T!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TC3j83UfCQI/AAAAAAAABvw/0LxLOPlZUNY/s1600/IMAG0227.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TC3j83UfCQI/AAAAAAAABvw/0LxLOPlZUNY/s320/IMAG0227.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;PHILLIPS ISLAND!! and thats a little kangaroo! which grabbed onto my hand rather painfully. BUT PHILLIPS ISLAND COOL OK!! my mom and i took a short day trip to a small island next to&amp;nbsp;melbourne to sightsee and&amp;nbsp;it was so beautiful! you could see cows, koalas, kangas, wallabies, SHEEP, etc etc! one day i shall post up the pics over here!=D!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TC3kdElNvNI/AAAAAAAABv4/yyWepFar6xQ/s1600/IMGP2841.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TC3kdElNvNI/AAAAAAAABv4/yyWepFar6xQ/s320/IMGP2841.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;chea and i =D!do we look somewhat similar?=P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;THEN I CUT MY HAIR! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TC3lcvtewmI/AAAAAAAABwo/XoycaFwTQ_Y/s1600/DSC00554.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TC3lcvtewmI/AAAAAAAABwo/XoycaFwTQ_Y/s320/DSC00554.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;and it turned out crazy after that HAHAHA! i had this phase where i would have itchy fingers and grabbed a pair of scissors,only to end up with a mountain of hair locks on the rug and a hairstyle that isnt exactly a hairstyle..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TC3lcEPomiI/AAAAAAAABwg/vcwVGZZOsx8/s1600/P9100221.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TC3lcEPomiI/AAAAAAAABwg/vcwVGZZOsx8/s320/P9100221.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;BUT MY HAIR GREW LONG AGAIN!=DD!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TC3mM7fJBvI/AAAAAAAABxY/gaawsqc7Ivc/s1600/DSC00253.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TC3mM7fJBvI/AAAAAAAABxY/gaawsqc7Ivc/s320/DSC00253.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TC3ld7idELI/AAAAAAAABww/RTbljk0SIXw/s1600/P8260188.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TC3ld7idELI/AAAAAAAABww/RTbljk0SIXw/s320/P8260188.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TC3m14FSXVI/AAAAAAAABx4/lTJWIKA1Bz4/s1600/L1050001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TC3m14FSXVI/AAAAAAAABx4/lTJWIKA1Bz4/s320/L1050001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TC3mdaxy9dI/AAAAAAAABxw/X9OvckhzuYQ/s1600/IMAG0072.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TC3mdaxy9dI/AAAAAAAABxw/X9OvckhzuYQ/s320/IMAG0072.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TC3mV4QPKiI/AAAAAAAABxg/GVHSzs3MXDc/s1600/P6110141.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TC3mV4QPKiI/AAAAAAAABxg/GVHSzs3MXDc/s320/P6110141.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;But i didnt like it =[! my hair grows rather thickly and it caused me to have a sore neck + difficulty sleeping because my hair would get caught to my back so it restricted my movements at night. plus it would be seriously hot and i would sweat like no one has ever sweat before. T.T! in the end i couldnt stand it anymore and chopped it off!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TC3khYVKSmI/AAAAAAAABwA/3B2qAek3YI0/s1600/DSC00656.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TC3khYVKSmI/AAAAAAAABwA/3B2qAek3YI0/s320/DSC00656.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TC3lyOc0_iI/AAAAAAAABw4/8WIsTFacBm0/s1600/PA020619.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TC3lyOc0_iI/AAAAAAAABw4/8WIsTFacBm0/s320/PA020619.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;then it got shorter and shorter..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TC3jYDDEPZI/AAAAAAAABvo/kzxabbJRxDU/s1600/5895_136733810147_572330147_3704637_3675500_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TC3jYDDEPZI/AAAAAAAABvo/kzxabbJRxDU/s320/5895_136733810147_572330147_3704637_3675500_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TC3klicleMI/AAAAAAAABwI/CS9UmGDZH04/s1600/DSC01497.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TC3klicleMI/AAAAAAAABwI/CS9UmGDZH04/s320/DSC01497.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TC3l04kRMnI/AAAAAAAABxA/nmBx4XQ5FIw/s1600/PB060555.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TC3l04kRMnI/AAAAAAAABxA/nmBx4XQ5FIw/s320/PB060555.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TC3ies1kkvI/AAAAAAAABvQ/TuYKLaWHUzY/s1600/P5170826.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TC3ies1kkvI/AAAAAAAABvQ/TuYKLaWHUzY/s320/P5170826.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;and i began to wonder how would my hair look like if...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TC3k0NsL_3I/AAAAAAAABwQ/_f0dak8SUqY/s1600/DSC01526.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TC3k0NsL_3I/AAAAAAAABwQ/_f0dak8SUqY/s320/DSC01526.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;i could gel it up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TC3lCSrFn3I/AAAAAAAABwY/EfJe0aB_9V0/s1600/PC090706.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TC3lCSrFn3I/AAAAAAAABwY/EfJe0aB_9V0/s320/PC090706.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;occasionally i would get the urge to have long hair again, thus extensions are very handy at times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TC3mHoZjgUI/AAAAAAAABxI/lwqlLJBRkDo/s1600/P1070790.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TC3mHoZjgUI/AAAAAAAABxI/lwqlLJBRkDo/s320/P1070790.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;until i really got curious one day and now i'm left with...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TC3mWQA0tHI/AAAAAAAABxo/LBVMOjoGl9c/s1600/Picture+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TC3mWQA0tHI/AAAAAAAABxo/LBVMOjoGl9c/s320/Picture+1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;looking like a guy. ARRRRGGGGHHHH!!!!! i'm definitely regretting my hairstyle right now. =[&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;but! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;what do you guys think? how should i wear my hair? i want to know your opinions everyone =]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Think about it ;)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15440003-656145130091412394?l=nightmarealive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/feeds/656145130091412394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15440003&amp;postID=656145130091412394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/656145130091412394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/656145130091412394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/2010/07/hair-vain-nonsense.html' title='hair; vain; nonsense'/><author><name>Peiwee Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11739956631217804867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/SwFWiaha9xI/AAAAAAAABKc/-s7-TZ3lwrg/S220/14754_209387848097_509573097_4160418_3281982_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TC3hneUlWwI/AAAAAAAABuw/m7w6QRl0jXw/s72-c/everyone+togteh!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15440003.post-5194982278089917125</id><published>2010-07-01T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T23:50:12.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Since i havent blogged in AGES with pics, i shall indulge everyone with a few vain pics!=D!&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TCyu0Q1wkoI/AAAAAAAABso/xQ36-DRezxw/s1600/P5270813.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TCyu0Q1wkoI/AAAAAAAABso/xQ36-DRezxw/s320/P5270813.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;A childhood friend of mine was leaving brunei for good to go back home to kk. though we hadnt seen each other for over 10 years, we clicked in an instant, talking nineteen to dozen! good luck and be careful!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TCyvYXtfIII/AAAAAAAABtg/DVkF5RBJPWE/s1600/P5290832.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TCyvYXtfIII/AAAAAAAABtg/DVkF5RBJPWE/s320/P5290832.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Went to capers a few weeks ago as a celebration of jo's welcome home!=D!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TCyvHbtpO9I/AAAAAAAABtI/Rdc45E1Yrp8/s1600/P5290816.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TCyvHbtpO9I/AAAAAAAABtI/Rdc45E1Yrp8/s320/P5290816.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;AND THERE WAS A RAINBOWWWW=D!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TCyu3xHRD0I/AAAAAAAABsw/RjjfTGr5Emo/s1600/P5290811.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TCyu3xHRD0I/AAAAAAAABsw/RjjfTGr5Emo/s320/P5290811.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;SMELLY!=DDD!!! (she doesnt not literally 'smell', its a nickname!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TCyvEcNuGHI/AAAAAAAABs4/A0CfxxhSiXs/s1600/P5290813.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TCyvEcNuGHI/AAAAAAAABs4/A0CfxxhSiXs/s320/P5290813.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So when we were having a pre-nom drink, i found a part of the straw in my mouth. nasty straw -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TCyvLx1wy-I/AAAAAAAABtY/gNg_gMzP5_w/s1600/P5290814.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TCyvLx1wy-I/AAAAAAAABtY/gNg_gMzP5_w/s320/P5290814.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;CHARD!=DD!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TCyvIjbjEyI/AAAAAAAABtQ/e-iXqHMRWwA/s1600/P5290823.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TCyvIjbjEyI/AAAAAAAABtQ/e-iXqHMRWwA/s320/P5290823.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;CARMY!=DDD!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TCyvFtGlsoI/AAAAAAAABtA/B7ieSKomHjU/s1600/P5290852.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TCyvFtGlsoI/AAAAAAAABtA/B7ieSKomHjU/s320/P5290852.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;NADDY!=DD!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TCyvmHMKrbI/AAAAAAAABtw/MjtAufy3D_Q/s1600/P5290828.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TCyvmHMKrbI/AAAAAAAABtw/MjtAufy3D_Q/s320/P5290828.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;KUSSS=DD!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TCyvZRumCoI/AAAAAAAABto/v9hTc1c5FSQ/s1600/P5290831.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TCyvZRumCoI/AAAAAAAABto/v9hTc1c5FSQ/s320/P5290831.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHA!! we were talking about small eyes coz kus was insulting nad bout her tiny eyes LOL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TCyvm7500xI/AAAAAAAABt4/UFOy_DBPBFI/s1600/P5290840.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TCyvm7500xI/AAAAAAAABt4/UFOy_DBPBFI/s320/P5290840.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TCyvoI7n1FI/AAAAAAAABuA/5gVto37JFkQ/s1600/P5290845.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TCyvoI7n1FI/AAAAAAAABuA/5gVto37JFkQ/s320/P5290845.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;pics jo took of me while i ate away to my heart's content! as you can see, i am not a photogenic person esp when i'm eating and the white stuff about my mouth IS CABONARA SAUCE! STOP THINKING DIRTY =P!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TCyvpfHAHEI/AAAAAAAABuI/vnq6Vc7H-_I/s1600/P5290863(1).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TCyvpfHAHEI/AAAAAAAABuI/vnq6Vc7H-_I/s320/P5290863(1).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;group photo!=D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TCyv1lMR9UI/AAAAAAAABuQ/nyibdlrHjSk/s1600/P5290869.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TCyv1lMR9UI/AAAAAAAABuQ/nyibdlrHjSk/s320/P5290869.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;i seem to really like this pic!=D! I HAVE SHAPE!=D!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TCywSs3jmkI/AAAAAAAABuY/kw150yvasXQ/s1600/P5290877.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TCywSs3jmkI/AAAAAAAABuY/kw150yvasXQ/s320/P5290877.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So after capers, we went down to wait for our cars and it ended with a banana split which i was suppose to share with nad. unfortunately she left before it arrived and i had to eat it myself, only to give up halfway and hand it over to richard to save the day. LOL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TCywhOKorSI/AAAAAAAABug/wu20q9VIYl0/s1600/P6080809.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TCywhOKorSI/AAAAAAAABug/wu20q9VIYl0/s320/P6080809.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;OMG CHEESY WEDGES!=DD!! they are my ultimate MUST HAVES everytime i go to kfc! hungwy =[&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TCywiDK6_tI/AAAAAAAABuo/fcnUHHm6xgE/s1600/P6080811.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TCywiDK6_tI/AAAAAAAABuo/fcnUHHm6xgE/s320/P6080811.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;AHHHH!!! BAKERLYN ICE CREAMM!!!!!! AHHH!!!! YUMMY!!!!! YUMMY YUMMY!!! that day i had some with my mom and i was dripping all over, my face was covered in chocolate ice cream, my shirt was dirty with chocolate ice cream BUT I DONT CARE!=DD! for all of you whom never tried it before, TRY IT NOWWWW!! ESP with the cone!=D! the cone is a superhero man! its CRUNCHY and it stays crunchy until your very last bite and the ice cream is HUGE and REALLY REALLY GOOD! my mom loves the green tea ice cream because its not too bitter, just a hint of bitterness against the sweetness which balances each other out. i LOVE the chocolate ice cream! you really taste the high quality chocolate and its not too dense and its in the right consistency! but you have to nom everything quick coz it melts really fast due to its consistency and quality control but seriously I LOVE IT! try it! you wont regret it!;)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hungryy =[&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Think about it ;)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15440003-5194982278089917125?l=nightmarealive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/feeds/5194982278089917125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15440003&amp;postID=5194982278089917125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/5194982278089917125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/5194982278089917125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/2010/07/since-i-havent-blogged-in-ages-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Peiwee Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11739956631217804867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/SwFWiaha9xI/AAAAAAAABKc/-s7-TZ3lwrg/S220/14754_209387848097_509573097_4160418_3281982_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TCyu0Q1wkoI/AAAAAAAABso/xQ36-DRezxw/s72-c/P5270813.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15440003.post-4877542582726585647</id><published>2010-06-29T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T20:42:31.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blues~</title><content type='html'>Ever felt really low or unhappy for no certain reason at a random time? how do you deal with it and what do you do to get yourself out of that moment? coz i'm feeling horrible and i dont know why o.o" i dont feel like doing anything, dont feel like talking much, dont feel like eating, dont feel like reading, definitely dont feel like studying.. help? &amp;gt;.&lt;!----&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Think about it ;)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15440003-4877542582726585647?l=nightmarealive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/feeds/4877542582726585647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15440003&amp;postID=4877542582726585647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/4877542582726585647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/4877542582726585647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/2010/06/blues.html' title='blues~'/><author><name>Peiwee Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11739956631217804867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/SwFWiaha9xI/AAAAAAAABKc/-s7-TZ3lwrg/S220/14754_209387848097_509573097_4160418_3281982_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15440003.post-6796151649668778965</id><published>2010-06-28T06:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T06:36:49.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my enemy</title><content type='html'>ARGGH! This morning i woke up groggy,stumbling into the bathroom with blurry eyes and what do i see in the middle of the bathroom floor?a HUGE FAT BLACK spider! It was so big and ugly! A few days ago it paid me a visit and i was about to shower so in panicky mode i poured water on it and it scurried to the safety behind the toilet bowl. I'm not about to go looking for it so i left it there.and now its back with a vengence! I took an old magazine and threw it at the spider,to my dismay and horror it ran faster than a hamster!O.O!it ran to my shower ok!! Tried getting it to run to a clear area so i could try again and it ran into my bedroom! O.O!!! By then i was already cursing like CRAZY in my head! Then it ran back to the bathroom and somehow stood still on the step,was super angry and scared by then so i threw the magazine as hard as i could go and it went SPLAT! Was so so relieved that nothing's running around anymore but Omg i have to clean it up!hey,as long as its not still alive i'm happy!there you go,encounter with my utmost hated and feared enemy! A spider..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Think about it ;)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15440003-6796151649668778965?l=nightmarealive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/feeds/6796151649668778965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15440003&amp;postID=6796151649668778965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/6796151649668778965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/6796151649668778965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-enemy.html' title='my enemy'/><author><name>Peiwee Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11739956631217804867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/SwFWiaha9xI/AAAAAAAABKc/-s7-TZ3lwrg/S220/14754_209387848097_509573097_4160418_3281982_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15440003.post-6619501862993725543</id><published>2010-06-26T12:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T12:57:41.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday i had parents teacher's meet in my school,(sas was also having parents teachers meet) and my mom met up with all of my teachers,to put what they said bluntly,i'm an antisocial highly stressed speedy gonzolas. Therefore i need to go out more and relax alot more (daddy please let me out now!) Went to gadong alone in search of project elements as well as to fill my tummy with cravings!had vanilla iceblend, cheesey wedges,bakerlyn choco icecream on cone and excapade!indeed i'm a very happy kiddie!X3! It was a really tiring day,esp for the council in my previous school,i just want to say a job well done!its an experience for all of you as to learn how to cope with crazy parents and lots of pressure;-)! Don't worry,only once a year!HAHA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Think about it ;)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15440003-6619501862993725543?l=nightmarealive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/feeds/6619501862993725543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15440003&amp;postID=6619501862993725543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/6619501862993725543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/6619501862993725543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/2010/06/yesterday-i-had-parents-teachers-meet.html' title=''/><author><name>Peiwee Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11739956631217804867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/SwFWiaha9xI/AAAAAAAABKc/-s7-TZ3lwrg/S220/14754_209387848097_509573097_4160418_3281982_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15440003.post-6931439615465558077</id><published>2010-06-24T10:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T10:05:50.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'>victorious</title><content type='html'>Just had my bio test and i think it went really well=] couldn't really describe the reason why dna is replicated semi conservatively but i drew it out so i'm happy bout it^^i'm proud of myself for studying these topics on my own due to being absent on the last day,but hey,it means i don't need to rely on a teacher that much=D! I'm growing up!aww*awaits for pat on the head,receives none* i realise that in a few days time,it'll be the beginning of july,assessments on the 12th,and it'll be one month away from me turning 18!O.O! Wow..i really am growing up..*checks mirror for sight  of wrinkles* I'M GOING TO DRIVE SOON!=DD! Haha!bring on the manual car and a strong driving teacher that i won't cause i heartattack to=p! Then again,bigger responsibility comes along and i have to be ready to put everything into action. I will do this well and come out victoriously!watch me;]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Think about it ;)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15440003-6931439615465558077?l=nightmarealive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/feeds/6931439615465558077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15440003&amp;postID=6931439615465558077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/6931439615465558077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/6931439615465558077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/2010/06/victorious.html' title='victorious'/><author><name>Peiwee Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11739956631217804867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/SwFWiaha9xI/AAAAAAAABKc/-s7-TZ3lwrg/S220/14754_209387848097_509573097_4160418_3281982_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15440003.post-2381489157191845444</id><published>2010-06-23T12:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T17:35:02.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'>boredom</title><content type='html'>It's lunch time and I'm sitting here waiting for my maths class to start cause I want to go home early! And I just got strangled by a 'friend' *shudders* i am very afraid of people touching me,so much so that only certain people can. Otherwise i'll freak out and get that gross feeling for a long time afterwards. Doesn't help that i get goosebumps too lol! Usually when people touch me i tend to move away or if i'm angry i'll smack the person.hard. Just babbling cause I'm in a state of boredom right now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Think about it ;)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15440003-2381489157191845444?l=nightmarealive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/feeds/2381489157191845444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15440003&amp;postID=2381489157191845444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/2381489157191845444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/2381489157191845444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/2010/06/boredom.html' title='boredom'/><author><name>Peiwee Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11739956631217804867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/SwFWiaha9xI/AAAAAAAABKc/-s7-TZ3lwrg/S220/14754_209387848097_509573097_4160418_3281982_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15440003.post-2175514468733179129</id><published>2010-06-22T07:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T07:50:30.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I really really miss you..:-(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Think about it ;)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15440003-2175514468733179129?l=nightmarealive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/feeds/2175514468733179129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15440003&amp;postID=2175514468733179129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/2175514468733179129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/2175514468733179129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-really-really-miss-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Peiwee Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11739956631217804867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/SwFWiaha9xI/AAAAAAAABKc/-s7-TZ3lwrg/S220/14754_209387848097_509573097_4160418_3281982_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15440003.post-8698570004386082516</id><published>2010-06-20T15:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T17:53:49.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>embarassed</title><content type='html'>Am out at the moment at hua ho mall and i just&amp;nbsp;ran into many many people whom i don't want to run into and i felt really awkward and i did the most childish thing ever= i ran in the opposite direction. HAHAHA! a certain someone's bro was looking at me directly in the eye and i was trying my hardest to avoid them HAHAHA! i dont like bumping into people in public unfortunately. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was temaning my mom as she caught up with her friend so i read givesmehope.com and lovegivesmehope.com on my phone (ah yes, what will i do without technology?) and i kept tearing for no reason. i think reading about death still triggers a crying response in me (i have issues with death as i cant seem to grasp it very well, but i'm trying. slowly..) and almost all of them made me go awww! a few of them really pulled my heartstrings even though they werent much: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the bus today, i saw a couple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl fell asleep on the guy's shoulder. When the bus turned, he held her head gently to prevent her head from moving so that she would not be disturbed from her sleep. &lt;br /&gt;When the sunshine was in her face, he blocked it with his hand so that she could sleep peacefully.&lt;br /&gt;His love for her GMH- aww &amp;lt;3!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my boyfriend and I were 13, he wanted to give me a piggy back ride, but I refused because I thought I was too fat.&lt;br /&gt;He picked me up and said, "You better get used to this, cause I'm picking you up like this on our wedding day." &lt;br /&gt;We got married last night. He carried me just like he said he would.&lt;br /&gt;His promise GMH- this one made me&amp;nbsp;go AWWWW! and&amp;nbsp;melted my heart! it resembles something thats&amp;nbsp;very close to my heart&amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at the mall the other day when I saw an old couple sitting together. The man looked over at the woman and said, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jane, we did it. We grew old together."&lt;br /&gt;The look in her eyes GMH.- i bet the moment it happens i'll react the same way &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, as I was about to leave for work, my boyfriend danced into the kitchen singing a made up song consisting of only my name, over and over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he saw me, he turned red and said "Oh, you're still here". &lt;br /&gt;Sneaking a peak in the daily routine of someone who really loves me GMH. -&amp;lt;33! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I was at the grocery store with my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we were pushing our cart, I heard a woman sobbing. I turned around. There stood a couple, linked arm in arm, the woman laughing so hard she was crying, and the man with two carrots stuffed up his nose, laughing as well. &lt;br /&gt;They were about eighty years old. Their love GMH.- i want to be able to&amp;nbsp;laugh like crazy and&amp;nbsp;play funny pranks and tricks even when i'm 80 &amp;lt;3!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 yrs ago, at my daughter's wedding, her alcoholic, violent x-boyfriend stormed in with a knife. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before anyone could stop him, he slashed at her. Her fiancee took the slash. After being rushed to hospital, he went into a coma. &lt;br /&gt;She stayed with him night and day. Eventually he woke up. &lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, they welcomed Ciara and Josh into the world. Their LGMH-&amp;lt;333!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I returned from a month-long army exercise in CA where I received scars on my hands from an explosion.I was stroking my fiancee's cheeks when I stopped, realizing how coarse and rough my hands were. She kissed each scar individually and said "I don't mind the scars. It's still your touch."&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth, your LGMH- once you love someone with your whole heart, you will love him/her unconditionally.&amp;lt;3!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always been depressed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I called my boyfriend crying, telling him that I wish he was here. We talked for six hours.&lt;br /&gt;When we got off the phone, I heard tapping on my window. I looked out to see him, throwing rocks. &lt;br /&gt;He lives in Boston, and drove six hours to come see me. His LGMH. &amp;lt;3!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was raped two years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband, while deployed, would stay online with me all night sacrificing his own sleep to talk to me and help me through my nightmares. &lt;br /&gt;When I would ask if he wanted to go to sleep, he would say "it's my job to protect my country, but my most important job is to love and protect you". His forever understanding GMH. &lt;br /&gt;- the sweetest thing ever&amp;lt;3!&lt;br /&gt;i tell you, they ALWAYS make my heart melt &amp;lt;3!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Think about it ;)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15440003-8698570004386082516?l=nightmarealive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/feeds/8698570004386082516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15440003&amp;postID=8698570004386082516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/8698570004386082516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/8698570004386082516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/2010/06/am-out-at-moment-at-hua-ho-mall-and-i.html' title='embarassed'/><author><name>Peiwee Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11739956631217804867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/SwFWiaha9xI/AAAAAAAABKc/-s7-TZ3lwrg/S220/14754_209387848097_509573097_4160418_3281982_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15440003.post-8399384419037598982</id><published>2010-06-20T09:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T09:49:39.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy father's day!</title><content type='html'>HAPPY FATHER'S DAY TO ALL DADS OUT THERE!=D! woke up this morning, and the first moment i saw my daddy i hugged him and kissed him on the cheek after saying happy father's day to him. he was caught surprised and you could see the smile on his face that was lost after so long. man... i need to show more affection to him coz i think he really needs it. was saying lets go to excapade later and his first instinct was,"no lah dont want" and i kept threatening until he said he'll think about it. *rubs hands together in glee* to seal the deal i told my maids that we wont be eating home tonight too ;) HAHA! i always get what i want! &amp;gt;=]! &lt;br /&gt;Now i'm about to go out with my mom for dimsum and spend some time with her (i think she has to spend some time with her friends too as a payback for bailing on them so many times) then i'm going to go shopping for school tomorrow. T.T! i had a blast during my holiday coz i got to do absolutely nothing but sleep, talk, eat, use the comp and exercise! ;)! there were many many laughters, especially when talking to sweetie which i think has made me have abs! =O! i can honestly tell you my tummy has cramped more than 3 times from laughing so so much! i wish i didnt have to go back to school but never mind! it means one more day closer to the next holiday!=D! (i have to be optimistic here otherwise i may go crazy) &lt;br /&gt;to everyone out there, enjoy your sunday to the max, show your daddy a little affection by giving him a hug or a kiss or both because they&amp;nbsp;are humans as well and humans need affection.=]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Think about it ;)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15440003-8399384419037598982?l=nightmarealive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/feeds/8399384419037598982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15440003&amp;postID=8399384419037598982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/8399384419037598982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/8399384419037598982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/2010/06/happy-fathers-day.html' title='happy father&apos;s day!'/><author><name>Peiwee Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11739956631217804867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/SwFWiaha9xI/AAAAAAAABKc/-s7-TZ3lwrg/S220/14754_209387848097_509573097_4160418_3281982_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15440003.post-1517190306246519340</id><published>2010-06-19T01:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T01:01:36.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lesson of life</title><content type='html'>I don't know if you guys know that i write in diaries in addition to Blogging,have been writing since i was in primary three i think? Along the way,way before Blogging was around,my diaries kept many of my secrets and my thoughts. Though i may seem like an open person,i tend to keep certain things to myself regarding my love life or how i felt about myself or even problems. Was reading my diary that i've used since primary six till form three n i honestly felt like burning it. HAHA!but reading on,in the end it taught me something important. It taught me not to let someone else try to change you into someone you're not and push you around like you're something disposable. There was an entry where i picked myself up in midst of all the unhappiness and I told myself that if someone treats me like that,i'll treat him the same way back. Just to learn from my experience, i want to teach everyone out there,do unto others what you'll do unto yourself. Meaning don't treat someone else like trash unless you want others to treat you like trash too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Think about it ;)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15440003-1517190306246519340?l=nightmarealive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/feeds/1517190306246519340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15440003&amp;postID=1517190306246519340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/1517190306246519340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/1517190306246519340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/2010/06/lesson-of-life.html' title='lesson of life'/><author><name>Peiwee Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11739956631217804867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/SwFWiaha9xI/AAAAAAAABKc/-s7-TZ3lwrg/S220/14754_209387848097_509573097_4160418_3281982_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15440003.post-18780512033948333</id><published>2010-06-16T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T20:50:38.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>trip to the dentist/MY TWIN BRO!=D!</title><content type='html'>ROAR!=D! &lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;i had a great time at the dentist! went in really hyper and curious and i was babbling to the dentist about this was my first time in a local dentist and she was really nice and patient ahaha! =D! i hopped into the dentist chair with so much enthusiasm that she was laughing at me. i think other people dread going to the dentist but i really really enjoy it HAHA! when she was checking my teeth she was patiently telling me what she was doing so it was pretty cool coz usually the dentist would talk to me bout cousins and stuff while doing my teeth. the assistant was tucking my hanky around my neck coz i didnt know what i was suppose to do HAHAHA! good news: my teeth are normal!=D! only one cavity so i was really happy! XD! my wisdom teeth are growing thats why i feel certain discomfort =[ but its ok! i have four more teeth to add on to the family of teeth!=D! when the dentist said we're going to put your tooth&amp;nbsp;under anesthetic for cavity filling, i was so hyper HAHA! she took out this huge needle and she injected two areas in my right cheek and it was pretty cool!=D! i never had anesthetic injections before so i was wondering how it felt lol! had to wait outside for a while so it could settle in and i was happily licking my cheek and feeling it swell and go numb. my mom went in and she came out going &amp;gt;.&lt;!--oz she detests denstists HAHA! went back in after a while and she started drilling and cleaning. funny thing was, when she cleaned it wasnt using a brush, she used like this hook drill and because my molars were pretty tiny, she kinda cleaned my gums too which hurt a bit but i was fine with it. women are made for giving birth so a little pain shouldnt bother too much, plus i wouldnt remember it later on anyway!&lt;--&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;came out and looked for my mom and i spontaneously said "i want to cut my hair!=D!" my mom wanted her hair washed anyway so we went off to the salon that i've gone to since i was a little girl and i was superbly hyper and i bounced up to the auntie who usually does my hair and went,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"auntie can i have a haircut? you can do whateveryou want to it =D!" &lt;br /&gt;and she went,&lt;br /&gt;"are you sureee? later i cut short and you dont like how?"&lt;br /&gt;and i said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;"wearing a tudong anyway so its fineeee =P"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;and she actually chopped off my hair!! almost to the end i kept laughing to myself and going,"omg i'm going to be a guy!" and i kept telling my mom she has a son HAAHHA! it took some time to get used to it, but in the end i love it =D! i got my eyebrows done too!=D! usually i would pluck and shape them myself, but i wanted to know how it was done professionally and would my looks differ in a way? so i got them done and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;its slightly different, but not really much. and i think i prolly did them better coz i look less aggressive and lopsided =\ oh wells, its an experience!!=D! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Came home and showed my dad and he was stunned! ahahaha! he was like,"didnt you say you were going to the dentist?" HAHAHA! then he was like," you look like shin!=D!" (shin's my eldest sister btw) and i start laughing like crazy HAHA! everytime i get a haircut he says that HAHAHA! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i showed sweetie and he was laughing like crazy at first X333!! i love it when he laughs &amp;lt;3! i'm pretty sure he didnt expect this right?;) but he loves it YAYIE!XD! at first i wasnt really comfy with it, meaning it was weird being without hair surrounding my face, but in the end it seemed pretty comfy. breezy infact.. HAHAHA! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;OH! and i went to take a nap in the afternoon, then i woke up and looked at myself in the mirror to wash my face and my hair was STANDING! like literally standing and went EVERYWHERE! i was like WHOA!o.o" and took my phone to take a pic but unfortunately, cant seem to take out pics from the phone anymore =( !boo.. then i wet my hands and ran it through my hair like those guys in the movie Grease (first time ever!) and it dawned to me... I HAVE MY MOM'S HAIR! WTH MAN!! T.T!!! i have those "aunties" bob where their hair are short, poofy and the only diff between mine and my mom is she perms her hair and i dont have to. HAHAHAHAHA! now i know h&lt;/div&gt;and now everyone, are you wondering how i look like?;) are you curious? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TBjGjo06bJI/AAAAAAAABsA/jaGRLqji5ig/s1600/Picture+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qu="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TBjGjo06bJI/AAAAAAAABsA/jaGRLqji5ig/s320/Picture+1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TBjGk3JEl-I/AAAAAAAABsQ/dvENAocS_os/s1600/Picture+3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qu="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TBjGk3JEl-I/AAAAAAAABsQ/dvENAocS_os/s320/Picture+3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;=O! first time ever having no hair around my cheeks and earlobes are showing!&amp;nbsp;HAHA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TBjGkGw8AOI/AAAAAAAABsI/KlpmZcE4E2U/s1600/Picture+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qu="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TBjGkGw8AOI/AAAAAAAABsI/KlpmZcE4E2U/s320/Picture+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TBjGl9Aqb4I/AAAAAAAABsY/GhCWklPx5BM/s1600/Picture+4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qu="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TBjGl9Aqb4I/AAAAAAAABsY/GhCWklPx5BM/s320/Picture+4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;OMG I'M JUSTIN BEIBER! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TBjGm8dd2hI/AAAAAAAABsg/i61p-J-SbQA/s1600/Picture+5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qu="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TBjGm8dd2hI/AAAAAAAABsg/i61p-J-SbQA/s320/Picture+5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;this is what happens to you when stress hits HAHAHA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Think about it ;)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15440003-18780512033948333?l=nightmarealive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/feeds/18780512033948333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15440003&amp;postID=18780512033948333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/18780512033948333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/18780512033948333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/2010/06/trip-to-dentistmy-twin-brod.html' title='trip to the dentist/MY TWIN BRO!=D!'/><author><name>Peiwee Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11739956631217804867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/SwFWiaha9xI/AAAAAAAABKc/-s7-TZ3lwrg/S220/14754_209387848097_509573097_4160418_3281982_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/TBjGjo06bJI/AAAAAAAABsA/jaGRLqji5ig/s72-c/Picture+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15440003.post-5879000565956107596</id><published>2010-06-16T09:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T09:31:41.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So right now i'm at the local dentist surrounded by many little kids and old people chatting. Its my first time here since i was a baby as sas had a private dentist. I know quite alot of people hate visiting the dentist but i had a pretty good experience growing up even tho cavities made me cringe. But hey,looking back i don't feel the pain anymore so its seemingly alright. Hopefully my experience today would be alright. The atmosphere is sort of like the clinic,yet there are no sniffly people who look like they could pass out any moment(except for me) so its strangely familiar,yet unfamiliar lol! Reason why i'm here?besides the obvious reason of a checkup, i think stress has been portrayed in the care of my teeth this past two years. Never had the time to visit the dentist and would nap right after lunch. In addition to that my sleeping positions have been disrupted frequently due to bad pillows(constantly have to fluf them up or pat them down). Shall i add on that i used to binge on chocos? Haha embarrassing facts about my lifestyle that has evolved since stress started piling on. If i can get my teeth in a better condition after this,i'll prolly sleep alot better too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Think about it ;)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15440003-5879000565956107596?l=nightmarealive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/feeds/5879000565956107596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15440003&amp;postID=5879000565956107596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/5879000565956107596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15440003/posts/default/5879000565956107596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightmarealive.blogspot.com/2010/06/so-right-now-im-at-local-dentist.html' title=''/><author><name>Peiwee Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11739956631217804867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkDipmTm_aQ/SwFWiaha9xI/AAAAAAAABKc/-s7-TZ3lwrg/S220/14754_209387848097_509573097_4160418_3281982_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
