<?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-32980411</id><updated>2011-07-08T12:52:42.925+08:00</updated><category term='I like Jimmy'/><category term='Shiqi'/><category term='Caslin'/><category term='Claudia and Vanessa. (:'/><category term='Loves Veronica'/><title type='text'>marathon affection</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://februarymaybe.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32980411/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://februarymaybe.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32980411/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>mavis kathryn benedict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14467025845837565728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/SxDxqZU3BAI/AAAAAAAADK4/AHTsx_keZM8/S220/images.jpeg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>476</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32980411.post-4086096599934468593</id><published>2010-06-04T20:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T20:25:03.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;what is real&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/TAjuv7WFeAI/AAAAAAAAECI/fHhCqqEJGSQ/s400/Photo+on+2010-05-28+at+13.35.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478891453847795714" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;June 4th- Not exactly the day to pop champagne. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't want to feel like this, really. It's the feeling of urge but bounded AT THE SAME TIME. Can't I just do whatever I want to do and not be judged with what I do? Can't I can't I? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm switching to livejournal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How do you call this.. This feeling?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Right. this girl-you're-so-fucked-up-thanks-to-mr.douchebag?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's called affection, smarty pants.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32980411-4086096599934468593?l=februarymaybe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32980411/posts/default/4086096599934468593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32980411/posts/default/4086096599934468593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://februarymaybe.blogspot.com/2010/06/what-is-real-june-4th-not-exactly-day.html' title=''/><author><name>mavis kathryn benedict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14467025845837565728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/SxDxqZU3BAI/AAAAAAAADK4/AHTsx_keZM8/S220/images.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/TAjuv7WFeAI/AAAAAAAAECI/fHhCqqEJGSQ/s72-c/Photo+on+2010-05-28+at+13.35.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32980411.post-6220635714571694813</id><published>2010-06-03T11:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T12:01:40.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/TAclyK2La-I/AAAAAAAAECA/zhh2oHtnQoY/s1600/roseh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478389015554780130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/TAclyK2La-I/AAAAAAAAECA/zhh2oHtnQoY/s400/roseh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I took this picture few years back. And it still never fails to tell me why I love photography so much.&lt;br /&gt;I think it was on Valentine's day that I was given this rose. I mean yah which senstitive and nice person would randomly give people roses on any other odd day?  then obviously the rose was dying and all, so I took a snapshot of it and.. this rose has been with me ever since?&lt;br /&gt;Okay I'm going to print this out. You know what? I'm going to print alll my good photos out and paste it on my wall!&lt;br /&gt;Then mumsie and daddykins would think&lt;br /&gt;"yeahhh, mavis really likes photography! let's buy her a DSLR!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does that sounds?? HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Either that,&lt;br /&gt;they might just probably yell to me about how will my photos spoil the wall paint. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really could use some extra cash now.&lt;br /&gt;Date with ballet girlfriends t'day! Can't wait can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is so awesome 'cuz though we don't have lessons anymore, we're stilling hanging out like the usual (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YESSSS MY BLUEBLACK IN MY TOE IS MOVING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32980411-6220635714571694813?l=februarymaybe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32980411/posts/default/6220635714571694813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32980411/posts/default/6220635714571694813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://februarymaybe.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-took-this-picture-few-years-back.html' title=''/><author><name>mavis kathryn benedict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14467025845837565728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/SxDxqZU3BAI/AAAAAAAADK4/AHTsx_keZM8/S220/images.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/TAclyK2La-I/AAAAAAAAECA/zhh2oHtnQoY/s72-c/roseh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32980411.post-5743778834047507695</id><published>2010-06-01T22:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T22:19:02.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;so it's ob-ve-ious-lee&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/TAUT7wLCvjI/AAAAAAAAEBw/ms5GvNI51E4/s400/IMG_0563.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477806439030505010" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;have you been free lately?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;because i think i need to borrow some time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Many a times I have told myself,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"choose the boy right, choose the boy right."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but love, you just write such pretty words, i just can't help but get drawn into you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Love's an excuse to get hurt,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;and to hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Do you like to hurt?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;"I do"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Then hurt me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32980411-5743778834047507695?l=februarymaybe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32980411/posts/default/5743778834047507695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32980411/posts/default/5743778834047507695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://februarymaybe.blogspot.com/2010/06/so-its-ob-ve-ious-lee-have-you-been.html' title=''/><author><name>mavis kathryn benedict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14467025845837565728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/SxDxqZU3BAI/AAAAAAAADK4/AHTsx_keZM8/S220/images.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/TAUT7wLCvjI/AAAAAAAAEBw/ms5GvNI51E4/s72-c/IMG_0563.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32980411.post-5076703568152745911</id><published>2010-05-31T20:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T20:51:35.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/TAOtFURztyI/AAAAAAAAEBo/BqrUjc3OuMc/s400/IMG_0259.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477411878667007778" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Life can't be just full of fondant pastries and croissants.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;There are instances when you just keep falling and falling and falling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I especially hate this incessant feeling of fall. You know that it would keep going and no one would be down at the floor holding up his hands ready to catch you safely. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I always thought that once you be nice, good things would come to you, you will meet good friends. I always thought that way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;So, I came out of that fucking mean shell inside me and tried to be nice to everyone. I guess it didn't really work to my favour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt; You, can be so.. frustrating you know? I tried being nice, tried getting on the neutral side. But did you see this? Did you see all these shit? Hell no. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;What did you do instead? Roll your fuckin' eyes at me? Roll? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Nah, rolling your eyes at me ain't that much of a big thing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Thinking that you were my friend &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;WAS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;To think I thought that you were a little insecure and would never ever try to gossip about people because you know how it feels. NO SHIT, YOU HAVE NOT LEARNT YOUR LESSON. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;But, I really got to thank you. A lot. Now I know who are my FRIENDS and who aren't. I'm not going to entertain you and your funny little tricks up against me anymore because once you hit me again once more,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;my strings would break and i'd not be very nice after all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;And dear, that doesn't seem so far from now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;NOT.VERY.FAR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32980411-5076703568152745911?l=februarymaybe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32980411/posts/default/5076703568152745911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32980411/posts/default/5076703568152745911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://februarymaybe.blogspot.com/2010/05/life-cant-be-just-full-of-fondant.html' title=''/><author><name>mavis kathryn benedict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14467025845837565728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/SxDxqZU3BAI/AAAAAAAADK4/AHTsx_keZM8/S220/images.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/TAOtFURztyI/AAAAAAAAEBo/BqrUjc3OuMc/s72-c/IMG_0259.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32980411.post-1947724569103838303</id><published>2010-05-29T00:14:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T20:03:59.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;un-frog-ettable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;25th may (tues):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;went out with sabby, ed and huiling for lunch. Ohhh it was a bad face day 'cuz monday I had facial so my face was all red and tomato-ish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/TAJVCPzcWBI/AAAAAAAAEBI/m9wlumv42ys/s400/IMG_0491.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477033593926342674" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/TAJTdA-CK5I/AAAAAAAAEBA/_cfwdQXnC84/s400/IMG_0503.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477031854777445266" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/TAJTcuP17gI/AAAAAAAAEA4/j0L8tk-d05o/s400/30903_399815197116_524447116_4792555_5635109_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477031849751866882" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/TAJTcd1xtfI/AAAAAAAAEAw/Ot1WfKzrK20/s400/30903_399815142116_524447116_4792546_368162_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477031845347571186" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/TAJTbvuhj1I/AAAAAAAAEAo/S2PAkrLNKNg/s400/30903_399814957116_524447116_4792523_1140143_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477031832969121618" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/TAJTbei97UI/AAAAAAAAEAg/cuQALPEPweA/s400/30903_399815172116_524447116_4792551_5493453_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477031828357246274" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wind Shadow was the MOST boring dance ever. First dance performance which I SLEPT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The thing is, I love dance. And imagine how boring it was when a dance lover sleeps during a dance performance. Okay, i just cannot appreciate such abstract performances. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To complicated for my human mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At first i was like "what?" then i was like "uhh..." then i went to "zzzz"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;THAT BAD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the most forward looking was the aftermath, when all of us went to eat!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/TAJPkq8HOMI/AAAAAAAAEAY/qtlmoyShtxg/s400/IMG_0521.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477027588256250050" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/TAJPkLsPTxI/AAAAAAAAEAQ/nz4quY5sCzE/s400/IMG_0522.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477027579868172050" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/TAJPjsRp_EI/AAAAAAAAEAI/taigIFJsToM/s400/IMG_0527.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477027571435174978" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/TAJPjNpM7TI/AAAAAAAAEAA/BkDo6bXFL7E/s400/IMG_0531.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477027563212434738" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/TAJPii7e-_I/AAAAAAAAD_4/yj8PFVtDSe0/s400/IMG_0538.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477027551746391026" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;26th may (wed): &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;had phototaking in school! I really hope, cross my fingers my face is not BAD in the photos. hahahah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;dance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;dindin with family at orchard. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/TAJOXjXd-XI/AAAAAAAAD_w/pmwz4dp2b2E/s400/IMG_0567.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477026263373576562" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/TAJOXFH5kFI/AAAAAAAAD_o/Rm0ncxIlyMI/s400/IMG_0015.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477026255255212114" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/TAJVjMw7CBI/AAAAAAAAEBY/XBCeTr63kjY/s400/30903_399817967116_524447116_4792597_4206131_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477034160046147602" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/TAJOWuLOrGI/AAAAAAAAD_g/9tiOXw3985k/s400/IMG_0018.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477026249095162978" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;damn funny desmond was sleeping and debs shocked him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LOOK AT HIS EPIC FACE. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/TAJOWXaz0jI/AAAAAAAAD_Y/_lIua0twfkY/s400/IMG_0023.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477026242986496562" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/TAJOVhwDFkI/AAAAAAAAD_Q/lV1Tq50jfRc/s400/IMG_0024.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477026228580062786" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;dance mates gave a birthday cake!! damn cute damn cute! I couldn't bear to eat it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but.. i did in the end. (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/TAJNI7NCtmI/AAAAAAAAD_I/Vkqo6r6FXyw/s400/IMG_0031.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477024912562632290" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we went to this steamboat place cuz mumsie had reallllly bad cough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so yeah. soup-ish place!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;awww i love my parents :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/TAJNITPytRI/AAAAAAAAD_A/SCJWpjD90qQ/s400/IMG_0046.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477024901836748050" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/TAJNH7_BRzI/AAAAAAAAD-4/i0BFCpLq8iw/s400/IMG_0048.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477024895592384306" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/TAJNHFCrbdI/AAAAAAAAD-w/nuCTwJ-KETw/s400/IMG_0044.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477024880843779538" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/TAJNGkl82fI/AAAAAAAAD-o/ET_0AFCKTvg/s400/IMG_0043.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477024872133351922" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You took me for granted. :(&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;28th may(friday): &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;awesome clique celebrated my birthday! loved it loved it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/TAJMDlMyeMI/AAAAAAAAD-g/IYX3uuYvgEg/s400/IMG_0061.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477023721245014210" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/TAJMDP8Bm-I/AAAAAAAAD-Y/gSL_WRxivEU/s400/IMG_0065.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477023715537558498" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OMG okay they made me this board, which has a picture of me and MY UGLY DOUBLE CHIN!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hahahha! don't judge me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so! they made me walk around (IN MY HEELS) marina sqaure and ask random people to sign on my board! HAHAHAHA. Okay one of those people is this guy: quite hot (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/TAJVjdZU4kI/AAAAAAAAEBg/Ah9tbs48jhU/s400/27942_10150176554690456_505580455_12697184_8041035_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477034164510581314" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/TAJMC_4L_nI/AAAAAAAAD-Q/LEnlV76ZSGk/s1600/IMG_0074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/TAJMC_4L_nI/AAAAAAAAD-Q/LEnlV76ZSGk/s400/IMG_0074.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477023711226494578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/TAJMCXKJfII/AAAAAAAAD-I/Nfs2lib9ZzM/s1600/IMG_0079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/TAJMCXKJfII/AAAAAAAAD-I/Nfs2lib9ZzM/s400/IMG_0079.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477023700295974018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/TAJMBjUUDbI/AAAAAAAAD-A/AaTucmjORnA/s1600/IMG_0077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/TAJMBjUUDbI/AAAAAAAAD-A/AaTucmjORnA/s400/IMG_0077.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477023686379965874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/TAE_s9q2LjI/AAAAAAAAD94/Xtg-N5SuZdY/s1600/IMG_0084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/TAE_s9q2LjI/AAAAAAAAD94/Xtg-N5SuZdY/s400/IMG_0084.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476728663560302130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/TAE_sYJZneI/AAAAAAAAD9w/WPwCoSFxM1c/s1600/IMG_0089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/TAE_sYJZneI/AAAAAAAAD9w/WPwCoSFxM1c/s400/IMG_0089.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476728653487906274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;good times good times (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/TAE_r1zSt0I/AAAAAAAAD9o/QDE4fqoMaVA/s1600/IMG_0092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/TAE_r1zSt0I/AAAAAAAAD9o/QDE4fqoMaVA/s400/IMG_0092.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476728644268373826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/TAE_reqGC0I/AAAAAAAAD9g/7ZwWXHjncZc/s1600/IMG_0093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/TAE_reqGC0I/AAAAAAAAD9g/7ZwWXHjncZc/s400/IMG_0093.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476728638055779138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/TAE_q0vbmMI/AAAAAAAAD9Y/x12MK-vvjSY/s1600/IMG_0094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/TAE_q0vbmMI/AAAAAAAAD9Y/x12MK-vvjSY/s400/IMG_0094.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476728626803873986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/TAE-AKOsQbI/AAAAAAAAD9Q/SLH-LNvwYys/s1600/IMG_0099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/TAE-AKOsQbI/AAAAAAAAD9Q/SLH-LNvwYys/s400/IMG_0099.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476726794326131122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/TAE9_seluOI/AAAAAAAAD9I/60wItUu9f0c/s1600/IMG_0101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/TAE9_seluOI/AAAAAAAAD9I/60wItUu9f0c/s400/IMG_0101.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476726786339748066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/TAE9_EP-MoI/AAAAAAAAD9A/D5UOoA1UjVs/s1600/IMG_0105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/TAE9_EP-MoI/AAAAAAAAD9A/D5UOoA1UjVs/s400/IMG_0105.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476726775541019266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/TAE9-n0emjI/AAAAAAAAD84/dzUDwGSaAw8/s1600/IMG_0115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/TAE9-n0emjI/AAAAAAAAD84/dzUDwGSaAw8/s400/IMG_0115.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476726767909509682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;dindin at NYNY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/TAE9-Lh-WDI/AAAAAAAAD8w/-emrndszqHE/s1600/IMG_0118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/TAE9-Lh-WDI/AAAAAAAAD8w/-emrndszqHE/s400/IMG_0118.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476726760315705394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S__t7X2mF8I/AAAAAAAAD8o/Y-7y1ZTQaQs/s1600/IMG_0131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S__t7X2mF8I/AAAAAAAAD8o/Y-7y1ZTQaQs/s400/IMG_0131.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476357276176881602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S__t63ucDfI/AAAAAAAAD8g/G43qVvoiNKg/s1600/IMG_0132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S__t63ucDfI/AAAAAAAAD8g/G43qVvoiNKg/s400/IMG_0132.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476357267552734706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S__t6Z7nZZI/AAAAAAAAD8Y/IEyxFnd2Wxk/s1600/IMG_0138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S__t6Z7nZZI/AAAAAAAAD8Y/IEyxFnd2Wxk/s400/IMG_0138.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476357259554940306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S__t52usqiI/AAAAAAAAD8Q/PcstnqyqIA4/s1600/IMG_0157.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S__t52usqiI/AAAAAAAAD8Q/PcstnqyqIA4/s400/IMG_0157.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476357250105518626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;happy birthday, mavis. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you're lucky to have friends like these.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S__t5bpEshI/AAAAAAAAD8I/he-aQMsQ_3c/s1600/IMG_0160.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S__t5bpEshI/AAAAAAAAD8I/he-aQMsQ_3c/s400/IMG_0160.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476357242834170386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;29th may (sat):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;DANCE AT BUKIT TIMAH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and yes! I finally found Hatched! 'am so going to eat there with my dance peeps soon! HAHAHAHA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then after dance, went out with max! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ahh... overall? This week was good... very good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thank you God! for everything! amen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32980411-1947724569103838303?l=februarymaybe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32980411/posts/default/1947724569103838303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32980411/posts/default/1947724569103838303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://februarymaybe.blogspot.com/2010/05/un-frog-ettable-25th-may-tues-went-out.html' title=''/><author><name>mavis kathryn benedict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14467025845837565728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/SxDxqZU3BAI/AAAAAAAADK4/AHTsx_keZM8/S220/images.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/TAJVCPzcWBI/AAAAAAAAEBI/m9wlumv42ys/s72-c/IMG_0491.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32980411.post-6098404681060782939</id><published>2010-05-24T23:40:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T00:19:25.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;midnight seventeen&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;out with shiqi to stalk her LZX. hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;4 fingers was good! though i ate the fries only. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S_qiQw-aeiI/AAAAAAAAD8A/CV6OOg09Gus/s400/IMG_0429.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474866705930549794" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S_qh8n3z5zI/AAAAAAAAD74/SWuaE3tGdzw/s1600/IMG_0430.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S_qh8n3z5zI/AAAAAAAAD74/SWuaE3tGdzw/s400/IMG_0430.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474866359889553202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S_qh7xVmfjI/AAAAAAAAD7w/ZtFqicw_sB0/s1600/IMG_0435.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S_qh7xVmfjI/AAAAAAAAD7w/ZtFqicw_sB0/s400/IMG_0435.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474866345250553394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S_qh634V9vI/AAAAAAAAD7g/iHM9seEfp7M/s1600/IMG_0426.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S_qh634V9vI/AAAAAAAAD7g/iHM9seEfp7M/s400/IMG_0426.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474866329827014386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S_qh6hPxEBI/AAAAAAAAD7Y/TbVLmytEcFk/s1600/IMG_0436.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S_qh6hPxEBI/AAAAAAAAD7Y/TbVLmytEcFk/s400/IMG_0436.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474866323751243794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we were damn damn far away from him but i still managed to take a &lt;i&gt;noisy&lt;/i&gt; photo of him! (: blur but, still fits.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S_qgbeCJb-I/AAAAAAAAD7Q/iOU7lQeb6OA/s1600/IMG_0443.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S_qgbeCJb-I/AAAAAAAAD7Q/iOU7lQeb6OA/s400/IMG_0443.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474864690801242082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S_qgaiqeRqI/AAAAAAAAD7I/UgLthzJNZso/s1600/IMG_0445.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S_qgaiqeRqI/AAAAAAAAD7I/UgLthzJNZso/s400/IMG_0445.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474864674864252578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;shiqi was asking the waiter:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"how big do you think my boobs are?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;which explains her right hand's action. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S_qgaaKEbXI/AAAAAAAAD7A/L8YL_ccOLUk/s1600/IMG_0450.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S_qgaaKEbXI/AAAAAAAAD7A/L8YL_ccOLUk/s400/IMG_0450.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474864672580857202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S_qgZ-_-JTI/AAAAAAAAD64/s3AB-gnIJIY/s1600/IMG_0453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S_qgZ-_-JTI/AAAAAAAAD64/s3AB-gnIJIY/s400/IMG_0453.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474864665290745138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;epic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S_qgZd_gEgI/AAAAAAAAD6w/PIhRE-aefN4/s1600/IMG_0454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S_qgZd_gEgI/AAAAAAAAD6w/PIhRE-aefN4/s400/IMG_0454.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474864656430404098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S_qfQKBZPMI/AAAAAAAAD6o/xzxmhjb1NJU/s1600/IMG_0455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S_qfQKBZPMI/AAAAAAAAD6o/xzxmhjb1NJU/s400/IMG_0455.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474863396939185346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OMG. this is weird/ticklish/a good experience/just weird&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S_qfPuTLwqI/AAAAAAAAD6g/aAZj8YyE1ZI/s1600/IMG_0465.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S_qfPuTLwqI/AAAAAAAAD6g/aAZj8YyE1ZI/s400/IMG_0465.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474863389497606818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S_qfPMfVIBI/AAAAAAAAD6Y/C-3JzJ5y3uc/s1600/IMG_0468.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S_qfPMfVIBI/AAAAAAAAD6Y/C-3JzJ5y3uc/s400/IMG_0468.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474863380421746706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S_qfOqAXGfI/AAAAAAAAD6Q/2t1XRyY73_g/s1600/IMG_0476.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S_qfOqAXGfI/AAAAAAAAD6Q/2t1XRyY73_g/s400/IMG_0476.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474863371165047282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY JASSY! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S_qfN8DYY4I/AAAAAAAAD6I/9qqy6HxkTBo/s1600/IMG_0478.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S_qfN8DYY4I/AAAAAAAAD6I/9qqy6HxkTBo/s400/IMG_0478.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474863358829683586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we surprised her at midnight and she was SHOCKED, like literally. (: It feels good, seeing your best friend happy. It'll somehow make you happy as well. Auntie managed to convince daddykins to allow me to stayover at Jassy's place! :D BEST NIGHT EVER.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;JAS, I hope you had a great time last night! ILUBCHEWS DEEP DEEP!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;yesterday was a veh good day, 'cuz i spent the whole day with my 2 best friends. (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;okaybye. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32980411-6098404681060782939?l=februarymaybe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32980411/posts/default/6098404681060782939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32980411/posts/default/6098404681060782939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://februarymaybe.blogspot.com/2010/05/midnight-seventeen-out-with-shiqi-to.html' title=''/><author><name>mavis kathryn benedict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14467025845837565728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/SxDxqZU3BAI/AAAAAAAADK4/AHTsx_keZM8/S220/images.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S_qiQw-aeiI/AAAAAAAAD8A/CV6OOg09Gus/s72-c/IMG_0429.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32980411.post-7635228233045457163</id><published>2010-05-21T00:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T20:08:28.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold; "&gt;schadenfreude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S_VnUjGhcnI/AAAAAAAAD54/f0r9HKgqC2M/s400/IMG_0165.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473394524856349298" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to my surprise, i'm not really thrilled that my mid-years is over?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;someday, there will be a point that &lt;b&gt;"i'll do better next time."&lt;/b&gt; cease to exist,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and that day doesn't seem to be far from now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Like i've said, I'm pretty alright with solitary. Actually, I'm in love with it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Option 1: rent movies and watch at home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Option 2: shop around town&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;just me, myself and i.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;/edited&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S_Z21MN771I/AAAAAAAAD6A/YfY6QK5UMgg/s400/Photo+on+2010-05-21+at+20.02+%232.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473693053300240210" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it's 8pm and i'm going to meet Huiling soon! Au'some much??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can finally paint my nails since I'll have like&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;friday, saturday, sunday, monday, tuesday,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;5 days of no school! :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Am supposed to stay over in school tonight. Not with the permission of the school, that is. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;doing so soon with my lovabees once school reopens. It would be swell because for once, I know that I would not be late for school. hahahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32980411-7635228233045457163?l=februarymaybe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32980411/posts/default/7635228233045457163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32980411/posts/default/7635228233045457163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://februarymaybe.blogspot.com/2010/05/schadenfreude-to-my-surprise-im-not.html' title=''/><author><name>mavis kathryn benedict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14467025845837565728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/SxDxqZU3BAI/AAAAAAAADK4/AHTsx_keZM8/S220/images.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S_VnUjGhcnI/AAAAAAAAD54/f0r9HKgqC2M/s72-c/IMG_0165.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32980411.post-4174508870122969773</id><published>2010-05-18T23:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T23:24:28.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;nostalgia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S_KvTYx9drI/AAAAAAAAD5w/Qbf2rIHVdWE/s400/IMG_0173.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472629244812949170" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I flipped through the many pages of my Happy House photo album,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;meant for photos but apparently at that time, I did not take photos but neoprints instead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It used to be the 'in' thing, aye? I remember I used to burn my pockets just because of these little photos. Now to look at what I was in the past, I'm quite happy things changed this way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HAHAHA. I looked like shit when I was young (not that I'm not young now)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brings me back to those times... good times good times (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had center parting when I was like, what? Secondary 1 or something?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;AND, I used to think I was cool. Like, literally, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"I'm cooler than y'all, bitches!"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;funny, I don't think I'm cool now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Actually right, I like being a little out-of-the-way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Like not being the typical girl. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I like to snort when I laugh. It's funny. haha. And I laugh at myself for doing that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Find me weird but yeah, deal with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32980411-4174508870122969773?l=februarymaybe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32980411/posts/default/4174508870122969773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32980411/posts/default/4174508870122969773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://februarymaybe.blogspot.com/2010/05/nostalgia-i-flipped-through-many-pages.html' title=''/><author><name>mavis kathryn benedict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14467025845837565728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/SxDxqZU3BAI/AAAAAAAADK4/AHTsx_keZM8/S220/images.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S_KvTYx9drI/AAAAAAAAD5w/Qbf2rIHVdWE/s72-c/IMG_0173.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32980411.post-2751066680100444411</id><published>2010-05-15T18:30:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T18:41:18.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;famous last words&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S-533PyG2oI/AAAAAAAAD5o/_GLMNtJNXT0/s400/IMG_0027.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471442388314937986" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Would you ever cut your heart out just so that you will never love again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I don't know why that by first instinct, people talk to someone just because she's pretty. It's like, choosing your cereal by colour and not by taste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;With fading lights that lead us past the lives we've destroyed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 21px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Don't search for an excuse, boy. It's already standing here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32980411-2751066680100444411?l=februarymaybe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32980411/posts/default/2751066680100444411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32980411/posts/default/2751066680100444411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://februarymaybe.blogspot.com/2010/05/famous-last-words-would-you-ever-cut.html' title=''/><author><name>mavis kathryn benedict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14467025845837565728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/SxDxqZU3BAI/AAAAAAAADK4/AHTsx_keZM8/S220/images.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S-533PyG2oI/AAAAAAAAD5o/_GLMNtJNXT0/s72-c/IMG_0027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32980411.post-6069042219771737899</id><published>2010-05-13T21:27:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T22:42:37.539+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;blastoff, rocketboy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mumsie day, Angel's baptism and Chicago. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Good day good day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Angel was darn cute, i swear! It's no doubt where she got her cuteness from. hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i have no shame.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S-wKKtE8xaI/AAAAAAAAD5Q/QIT41hLEE7o/s1600/IMG_0043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S-wKKtE8xaI/AAAAAAAAD5Q/QIT41hLEE7o/s400/IMG_0043.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470758826363635106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Drool and double chin, what could be better?! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S-wFNKjPhDI/AAAAAAAAD44/pg9XCfGHzRE/s1600/IMG_0031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S-wFNKjPhDI/AAAAAAAAD44/pg9XCfGHzRE/s400/IMG_0031.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470753371076920370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S-wEqgapIBI/AAAAAAAAD4w/bzhnDzGDyps/s1600/IMG_0035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S-wEqgapIBI/AAAAAAAAD4w/bzhnDzGDyps/s400/IMG_0035.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470752775651008530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S-wEqMYMiyI/AAAAAAAAD4o/Xjm6y_dULE0/s1600/IMG_0048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S-wEqMYMiyI/AAAAAAAAD4o/Xjm6y_dULE0/s400/IMG_0048.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470752770272037666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S-wEpTmccUI/AAAAAAAAD4g/7do7q5NEIII/s1600/IMG_0049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S-wEpTmccUI/AAAAAAAAD4g/7do7q5NEIII/s400/IMG_0049.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470752755030978882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S-wEo-QDMrI/AAAAAAAAD4Y/coBf3UlXGa4/s1600/IMG_0050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S-wEo-QDMrI/AAAAAAAAD4Y/coBf3UlXGa4/s400/IMG_0050.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470752749299905202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S-wEoaTi-FI/AAAAAAAAD4Q/vm7LVES6Rx4/s1600/IMG_0058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S-wEoaTi-FI/AAAAAAAAD4Q/vm7LVES6Rx4/s400/IMG_0058.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470752739650893906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S-wC15tf81I/AAAAAAAAD4I/DenzK8-MIxk/s1600/IMG_0063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S-wC15tf81I/AAAAAAAAD4I/DenzK8-MIxk/s400/IMG_0063.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470750772396290898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S-wC1idaElI/AAAAAAAAD4A/rbGi_Jrssts/s1600/IMG_0074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S-wC1idaElI/AAAAAAAAD4A/rbGi_Jrssts/s400/IMG_0074.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470750766154781266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;look look! hahah. When father was blessing her, she was praying! look at her hands! omg cute much?! And look and jiejie and Charmaine jiejie glimpsing from afar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S-wC1ILZiBI/AAAAAAAAD34/qiReRWhKUJg/s1600/IMG_0077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S-wC1ILZiBI/AAAAAAAAD34/qiReRWhKUJg/s400/IMG_0077.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470750759099926546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;mum and daughter (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S-wC0n3MMjI/AAAAAAAAD3w/z5ivXVUrlDU/s1600/IMG_0081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S-wC0n3MMjI/AAAAAAAAD3w/z5ivXVUrlDU/s400/IMG_0081.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470750750425231922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S-wC0EsbcrI/AAAAAAAAD3o/zsHJ2JGywPY/s1600/IMG_0083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S-wC0EsbcrI/AAAAAAAAD3o/zsHJ2JGywPY/s400/IMG_0083.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470750740984853170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S-wBR-bFP9I/AAAAAAAAD3g/xr0h9aiUpT4/s1600/IMG_0085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S-wBR-bFP9I/AAAAAAAAD3g/xr0h9aiUpT4/s400/IMG_0085.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470749055674302418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S-wBRTxhqNI/AAAAAAAAD3Y/glrCu4CbGLE/s1600/IMG_0096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S-wBRTxhqNI/AAAAAAAAD3Y/glrCu4CbGLE/s400/IMG_0096.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470749044225714386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S-wBQxqdeOI/AAAAAAAAD3Q/1HhvBobnNYI/s1600/IMG_0094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S-wBQxqdeOI/AAAAAAAAD3Q/1HhvBobnNYI/s400/IMG_0094.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470749035069274338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S-wBQYDCOrI/AAAAAAAAD3I/aA07Iefk8VM/s1600/IMG_0105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S-wBQYDCOrI/AAAAAAAAD3I/aA07Iefk8VM/s400/IMG_0105.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470749028193024690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S-wBP0V8rJI/AAAAAAAAD3A/zF014r_QppE/s1600/IMG_0106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S-wBP0V8rJI/AAAAAAAAD3A/zF014r_QppE/s400/IMG_0106.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470749018608675986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;clearly shows that &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;one: uncle leslie sucks at carrying babies &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;two: Angel doesn't seem to like uncle leslie. And &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Three: they're pretty much alike; both cutely opening their mouths. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S-v_RhlrA_I/AAAAAAAAD24/ZVygUc3EhD4/s1600/IMG_0109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S-v_RhlrA_I/AAAAAAAAD24/ZVygUc3EhD4/s400/IMG_0109.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470746848910836722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;THIS CUTE BOY! HAHAH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;he totally has the hair of justin bieber.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S-v_RLo8xFI/AAAAAAAAD2w/PKvvJPS58_s/s1600/IMG_0111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S-v_RLo8xFI/AAAAAAAAD2w/PKvvJPS58_s/s400/IMG_0111.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470746843019002962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;uncle leslie and his gay pink bag.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S-v_QkDzqAI/AAAAAAAAD2o/21z8BIykFHI/s1600/IMG_0115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S-v_QkDzqAI/AAAAAAAAD2o/21z8BIykFHI/s400/IMG_0115.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470746832394233858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, i went to watch Chicago with Desmond the other day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thanks so much for the treat, des. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;IT WAS A BLAST.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The dance, the singing, spectacular!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S-v_QCVQ6fI/AAAAAAAAD2g/2-Z_48R2uEM/s1600/IMG_0128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S-v_QCVQ6fI/AAAAAAAAD2g/2-Z_48R2uEM/s400/IMG_0128.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470746823340648946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S-v_Pr9cCkI/AAAAAAAAD2Y/OJkO6c5ju3g/s1600/IMG_0134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S-v_Pr9cCkI/AAAAAAAAD2Y/OJkO6c5ju3g/s400/IMG_0134.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470746817335134786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So my exam's on Monday and I have yet to fully memorise my geography books or start with anything close. I'm just going to bank on 3 subjects: Geography, math and physics and flunk the rest. Besides, it is just mid-years. Right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay bad supposition bad supposition. I can definitely not think this way. I cannot afford to retain and waste another year. Sigh, if only studying was like shopping and shopping was that studying. I'd save heck a ton of money and save so much damn time. Okay, then we wouldn't love shopping as much already, aye? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Random thought. You know actually, I'm pretty alright with solitary. I don't see anything embarrassing or wrong with it. In fact, I kind of like it in a way. I like being, me. Because you know sometimes when you're with people or in a crowd, tendency for you to act the way you're not is plausible. But when you're alone, things get different. Solitary really shows who the hell you are inside. It shows me. Well, in my context.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32980411-6069042219771737899?l=februarymaybe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32980411/posts/default/6069042219771737899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32980411/posts/default/6069042219771737899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://februarymaybe.blogspot.com/2010/05/blastoff-rocketboy-mumsie-day-angels.html' title=''/><author><name>mavis kathryn benedict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14467025845837565728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/SxDxqZU3BAI/AAAAAAAADK4/AHTsx_keZM8/S220/images.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S-wKKtE8xaI/AAAAAAAAD5Q/QIT41hLEE7o/s72-c/IMG_0043.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32980411.post-3612914170456155418</id><published>2010-05-09T15:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T15:27:43.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I knew i wouldn't forget you&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S-ZiBEiDI3I/AAAAAAAAD2Q/ecJ1F2eluhM/s400/Photo+on+2009-10-14+at+21.36.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469166568023991154" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY, MUMSIE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i wonder if you ever know my blog exists. I probably think you do because you'll probably be trying to stalk and see what the hell have i been doing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh well I still love you, anyway (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sissy and I bought mumsie a Kate Spade bag(shipping in soon) and made her a book mark for the many many books on God and a card. I love it when my daddy gets jealous when we treat our mumsie oh-so-nice on mother's day and fairly so on daddy's day. HAHAH. Okay we do treat him nice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MET CASS AND HWEEMAY TODAY! For prolly an hour? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Though I thought the Holy Innocents High was full of crap, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the friendships forged and the memories framed were not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so much to talk about, so little time. I WANNA MEET THEM AGAIN! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ANGEL'S BAPTISM SOON!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;CHICAGO TONIGHT! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;okay bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32980411-3612914170456155418?l=februarymaybe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32980411/posts/default/3612914170456155418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32980411/posts/default/3612914170456155418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://februarymaybe.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-knew-i-wouldnt-forget-you-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>mavis kathryn benedict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14467025845837565728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/SxDxqZU3BAI/AAAAAAAADK4/AHTsx_keZM8/S220/images.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S-ZiBEiDI3I/AAAAAAAAD2Q/ecJ1F2eluhM/s72-c/Photo+on+2009-10-14+at+21.36.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32980411.post-6086900819159027102</id><published>2010-05-07T22:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T22:57:54.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;mirror man&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S-QmRQpPkyI/AAAAAAAAD2I/8xKjN84vYug/s400/DSC00324.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468537925502210850" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;TGIF. Exam's nearing and seriously, a friday would be a monday and every other day would be the same mundane routine- study.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mid years seem so much like O levels. I wonder how A levels would be like. Funny, how every stage we pass; from primary to secondary and to JC, the years we spend in each school gets shorter and shorter. But the things we learn and study gets bigger and bigger. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is it just me or the whole system is implying that we, students should establish a thing called 'fast learning'. I beg to differ. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This friday have not been all well for me. I hate this friday. I hate it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;From a quarrel to a little grasp of how Africans survive destitution to just the whole thing of, this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;paper people, paper life, paper me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've read this book recently and it amazingly exposed me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and cracked my chest open, seemingly not in a bad way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;By just looking at you through this weak anonymity,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I feel you, at least a little. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Maybe lie to myself that your smile on that picture is for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and just me only.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You, sucked me into this blackhole.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;no, no. it's not a bad thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You were the bread crumbs, and i followed the trail.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32980411-6086900819159027102?l=februarymaybe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32980411/posts/default/6086900819159027102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32980411/posts/default/6086900819159027102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://februarymaybe.blogspot.com/2010/05/mirror-man-tgif.html' title=''/><author><name>mavis kathryn benedict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14467025845837565728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/SxDxqZU3BAI/AAAAAAAADK4/AHTsx_keZM8/S220/images.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S-QmRQpPkyI/AAAAAAAAD2I/8xKjN84vYug/s72-c/DSC00324.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32980411.post-8933865271910340570</id><published>2010-05-06T00:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T00:10:21.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;AND YOU SHALL GO BACK TO THE PAPER TOWNS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;AND NEVER COME BACK&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32980411-8933865271910340570?l=februarymaybe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32980411/posts/default/8933865271910340570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32980411/posts/default/8933865271910340570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://februarymaybe.blogspot.com/2010/05/and-you-shall-go-back-to-paper-towns.html' title=''/><author><name>mavis kathryn benedict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14467025845837565728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/SxDxqZU3BAI/AAAAAAAADK4/AHTsx_keZM8/S220/images.jpeg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32980411.post-1767113594400087658</id><published>2010-05-03T22:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T23:34:13.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;do you remember&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S97cXhuNsWI/AAAAAAAAD2A/7sc5zdWTzTs/s400/IMG_0906.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467049294421668194" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S97cWxs8lfI/AAAAAAAAD14/ecdkiI2uvgA/s400/IMG_0908.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467049281531450866" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you know, juno is one of the few things that never fails to cheer me up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I rant to her, i hug her, i kiss her, i smile at her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and she just.. she just be juno back. Yes i used her name as a verb.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;maybe that's the whole thing,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;some things are better left untold and unsaid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;maybe that's the whole thing,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that i love juno so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;she stands by me, imperceptibly, without sound.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;IRONMAN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Family said that we're supposed to watch it together but I highly doubt it because my parents are one of those people that leaving their desk would probably, hypothetically, leaving their soul kinda thing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm not saying we never have family days. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We do, but not as often as we go for weekly mass. &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;b&gt;Light, the visible reminder of Invisible Light.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32980411-1767113594400087658?l=februarymaybe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32980411/posts/default/1767113594400087658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32980411/posts/default/1767113594400087658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://februarymaybe.blogspot.com/2010/05/do-you-remember-you-know-juno-is-one-of.html' title=''/><author><name>mavis kathryn benedict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14467025845837565728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/SxDxqZU3BAI/AAAAAAAADK4/AHTsx_keZM8/S220/images.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S97cXhuNsWI/AAAAAAAAD2A/7sc5zdWTzTs/s72-c/IMG_0906.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32980411.post-7063134690012670666</id><published>2010-05-02T23:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T23:34:10.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S92VTVe_dKI/AAAAAAAAD1w/DVL0S1Nmbhc/s1600/IMG_0923.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S92VTVe_dKI/AAAAAAAAD1w/DVL0S1Nmbhc/s400/IMG_0923.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466689682114835618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My perspectives and yours are world's apart. I know you care, I know you love me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But hey, to me. You're breathing down my neck, you're trapping me in this pound.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Let's just say, you don't trust me and I'm just, to run out of a polite reason,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;a fucking thorn in your life.&lt;/b&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'm going to prove it to you that I know what I'm doing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And don't say, "i'm glad you're doing this for yourself."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;because you bloody know deep inside,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;i'm doing this for you and for you alone.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If i had a choice, i'd make my own mistakes, and screw up my own life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my life is for me to decide, and not yours. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A levels marks the end of my choice and I patently know that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't study at home, so I go out to study.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You say I don't study at home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I study at home and end up not getting anything into my head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You say I'm not studying hard enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I think the idea of me studying so hard is hypothetically enough to cut diamonds.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What more do you want from me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I tell you what i want but do you give it to me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;no.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This just makes me more frustrated than I already am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Photography is what I love and I'm going to go any means to get what I want.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You're not going to stop me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You're my parents for God's sake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You understand me? No. Like you ever did. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I love you a lot. But, I need not need to love you now.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32980411-7063134690012670666?l=februarymaybe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32980411/posts/default/7063134690012670666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32980411/posts/default/7063134690012670666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://februarymaybe.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-perspectives-and-yours-are-worlds.html' title=''/><author><name>mavis kathryn benedict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14467025845837565728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/SxDxqZU3BAI/AAAAAAAADK4/AHTsx_keZM8/S220/images.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S92VTVe_dKI/AAAAAAAAD1w/DVL0S1Nmbhc/s72-c/IMG_0923.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32980411.post-5446761922779373823</id><published>2010-05-01T23:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T23:30:55.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Photobooth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S9xGUpFzZ6I/AAAAAAAAD1o/RdfClHjYWnk/s400/Photo+on+2010-05-01+at+16.37.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466321368162461602" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S9xGUBcxVVI/AAAAAAAAD1g/q2ekR9tRrzg/s400/Photo+on+2010-05-01+at+18.15+%233.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466321357521376594" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S9xGTtVWEYI/AAAAAAAAD1Y/wvU1nF-uJMI/s400/Photo+on+2010-05-01+at+16.38+%233.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466321352121520514" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;xm came over to my crib t'day! He did his PI and I did my math.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Funny, how i can do summation in the tutorials but not in the actual test? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it's damn frustrating when you can't get the answer right!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;frolick-ed with my au'some charis. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And now i'm home, trying to finish my PI. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No shit, it's due Tuesday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All i have is my first draft. (: yay me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;okay i love my legs then, my i hate my legs now. I should just quit dancing and stop my legs from growing chunky muscles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;dude, i look like an overgrown pear.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A PEAR!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32980411-5446761922779373823?l=februarymaybe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32980411/posts/default/5446761922779373823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32980411/posts/default/5446761922779373823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://februarymaybe.blogspot.com/2010/05/photobooth-xm-came-over-to-my-crib-tday.html' title=''/><author><name>mavis kathryn benedict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14467025845837565728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/SxDxqZU3BAI/AAAAAAAADK4/AHTsx_keZM8/S220/images.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S9xGUpFzZ6I/AAAAAAAAD1o/RdfClHjYWnk/s72-c/Photo+on+2010-05-01+at+16.37.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32980411.post-7281169134697960936</id><published>2010-04-29T20:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T21:04:05.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S9mC0L-MAlI/AAAAAAAAD1Q/rNAlZdR9NzA/s1600/IMG_0905.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S9mC0L-MAlI/AAAAAAAAD1Q/rNAlZdR9NzA/s400/IMG_0905.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465543455869239890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;shut the door to the moon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;and let the birds gather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;play no more with the fool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;and let the souls wander&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;pretty moon last night. I just had to run out barefooted to take a shot of this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;don't you ever feel like steaming the moon and eating it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32980411-7281169134697960936?l=februarymaybe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32980411/posts/default/7281169134697960936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32980411/posts/default/7281169134697960936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://februarymaybe.blogspot.com/2010/04/shut-door-to-moon-and-let-birds-gather.html' title=''/><author><name>mavis kathryn benedict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14467025845837565728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/SxDxqZU3BAI/AAAAAAAADK4/AHTsx_keZM8/S220/images.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S9mC0L-MAlI/AAAAAAAAD1Q/rNAlZdR9NzA/s72-c/IMG_0905.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32980411.post-5763203352708392213</id><published>2010-04-27T23:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T23:35:56.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;Hey, soul sister&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S9cAbwV7NmI/AAAAAAAAD1I/4CWYBf46lYQ/s400/DSC00300.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464837149670717026" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S9cAbW9ufNI/AAAAAAAAD1A/7TXa5uYumb8/s1600/DSC00296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S9cAbW9ufNI/AAAAAAAAD1A/7TXa5uYumb8/s400/DSC00296.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464837142858333394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S9cAazkbjwI/AAAAAAAAD04/0afAJMkV8nM/s400/DSC00292.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464837133356994306" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I feel chirpy today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Though tonight there is a mozzie party in my house. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The flies were literally desperate for the lights in my school. And it was bloody annoying because i think one flew into my hair and got stuck. Okay maybe i was paranoid, i don't know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Studying with xm and jz kinda worked out, though it was like only a few hours. I finally know something about summation. You know.. the big E thing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ohmyfreshhell dance audition tomorrow. cross your fingers, people. okay, i think you gotta cross your toes too. hahah. keeeeding. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;YAY! I got into the taiwan dance thing! haha. obviously. If i didn't i think would either be/have&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1) a fucking bad dancer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2) a super sucky attitude &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;or..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;yeah, i would be &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3) a fucking bad dancer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ah gosh mavmav, you're saying wayy too many profanities.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;"hey hey! look this is Cellulite Sally!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32980411-5763203352708392213?l=februarymaybe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32980411/posts/default/5763203352708392213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32980411/posts/default/5763203352708392213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://februarymaybe.blogspot.com/2010/04/hey-soul-sister-i-feel-chirpy-today.html' title=''/><author><name>mavis kathryn benedict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14467025845837565728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/SxDxqZU3BAI/AAAAAAAADK4/AHTsx_keZM8/S220/images.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S9cAbwV7NmI/AAAAAAAAD1I/4CWYBf46lYQ/s72-c/DSC00300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32980411.post-32428446724669128</id><published>2010-04-26T21:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T22:07:20.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;whataya want from me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S9WZv3bfKrI/AAAAAAAAD0w/pB25B77NaVk/s400/tumblr_l1fh8rFjkP1qard20.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464442770496105138" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love today. I hated yesterday, loved it when I was with Shiqi. But not when I quarreled with daddy. Alright, It's true when christians say &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"when God takes something from your grasp, he's not punishing you, but merely opening your hands to receive something better"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This came so naturally and so on time, Shiqi sent me this just now. She knows me so well :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wanted to say something but.. forget it. I think I'll just keep it to myself and some of my bestest friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Best joke ever:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was in the bus, it was from the last station (airport) to the first station (Hougang interchange) So, I had to sleep right? Okay, so i slept. slept slept slept.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The bus was prolly around Sengkang, I woke up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I rubbed my eyes, looked around and saw this woman in front of me who looked a lot like my aunt. I looked really carefully. Gosh her face really looked like ah ee!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, I bent forward and said, "ah ee."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i thought, "she didn't hear." So, again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"ah ee." "ah ee."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I thought to myself again, "i bet she didn't hear."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So i kinda tap/nudged her. "AH EE."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She turned back and said in chinese, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"GAN MA!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ohmyfreshhell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I rubbed my eyes again and actually realised she's not my ah ee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then i was like, "omg so sorry!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;then i went back to 'sleep'. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HAHA. okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32980411-32428446724669128?l=februarymaybe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32980411/posts/default/32428446724669128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32980411/posts/default/32428446724669128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://februarymaybe.blogspot.com/2010/04/whataya-want-from-me-i-love-today.html' title=''/><author><name>mavis kathryn benedict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14467025845837565728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/SxDxqZU3BAI/AAAAAAAADK4/AHTsx_keZM8/S220/images.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S9WZv3bfKrI/AAAAAAAAD0w/pB25B77NaVk/s72-c/tumblr_l1fh8rFjkP1qard20.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32980411.post-1211540488620122712</id><published>2010-04-23T12:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T12:43:05.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;it's over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S9EiF85uH_I/AAAAAAAAD0o/7byfeWRcYb4/s400/Photo+on+2010-04-18+at+12.44+%233.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463185308620038130" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;prolly around &lt;b&gt;a month ago&lt;/b&gt;, I was still fretting about the ballet incident.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thinking to myself that my ballet exam is screwed, so screwed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And now, seemingly like just a week ago, I finished my ballet exam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A month worth of hardship, all mustered into that hour of scrutiny. If were not for Miss penny, I don't know if this could ever be achieved.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The 10 of us bought her a &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Calvin Klein&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; bag and some &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;flowers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; in a way to show our utmost appreciation. Miss penny was so touched she teared. I felt.. happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I guess the simplest words are the only terms that could actually convey the best of your emotions. 'cuz when you're at that point, how you really feel is that general, and that straightforward as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;During the exam, I thought of the people who called, texted and said good luck to me through facebook. You don't know how much these means when the anxiety just numbs your heart and all you need is a little encouragement from anyone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And as i couldn't really multi-task, i did a couple of mistakes. hahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;omg lunch with ballet chums soon! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32980411-1211540488620122712?l=februarymaybe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32980411/posts/default/1211540488620122712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32980411/posts/default/1211540488620122712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://februarymaybe.blogspot.com/2010/04/its-over-prolly-around-month-ago-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>mavis kathryn benedict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14467025845837565728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/SxDxqZU3BAI/AAAAAAAADK4/AHTsx_keZM8/S220/images.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S9EiF85uH_I/AAAAAAAAD0o/7byfeWRcYb4/s72-c/Photo+on+2010-04-18+at+12.44+%233.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32980411.post-5515159541696898681</id><published>2010-04-18T23:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T23:22:58.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;just you and me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 297px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S8sixr4Y63I/AAAAAAAAD0Y/ms-GHwLyNTw/s400/20100320.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461497210105031538" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This, i gotta admit. I'd love to have you as my son.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wonder if Pixar saw this boy and said, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"i shall draw him in Up!" &lt;/b&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 wanna be drawn too. :( Pixar will see me and say,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"i shall draw this dinosaur in Jurassic Park!"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I like it how everything looks good when you're in a good mood. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32980411-5515159541696898681?l=februarymaybe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32980411/posts/default/5515159541696898681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32980411/posts/default/5515159541696898681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://februarymaybe.blogspot.com/2010/04/just-you-and-me-this-i-gotta-admit.html' title=''/><author><name>mavis kathryn benedict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14467025845837565728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/SxDxqZU3BAI/AAAAAAAADK4/AHTsx_keZM8/S220/images.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S8sixr4Y63I/AAAAAAAAD0Y/ms-GHwLyNTw/s72-c/20100320.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32980411.post-6560153935029466075</id><published>2010-04-17T22:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T23:02:15.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S8nImBDYjRI/AAAAAAAAD0Q/rQWWWMS3omM/s1600/IMG_0671.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S8nImBDYjRI/AAAAAAAAD0Q/rQWWWMS3omM/s400/IMG_0671.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461116578606648594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I took into many considerations of killing people; taking a knife in hand and just stab my victim straight in the heart. I yank out the knife and stab it back straight on spot. Again, and again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A good person, a bad person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is there a prerequisite of this judgement?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Like I've said before, we're so caught up in parading who's right and wrong, we don't even discern our own mistakes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Easy is to judge the mistakes of others, difficult is to realise your own. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our conceited disposition takes on a toll.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I need a break.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32980411-6560153935029466075?l=februarymaybe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32980411/posts/default/6560153935029466075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32980411/posts/default/6560153935029466075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://februarymaybe.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-took-into-many-considerations-of.html' title=''/><author><name>mavis kathryn benedict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14467025845837565728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/SxDxqZU3BAI/AAAAAAAADK4/AHTsx_keZM8/S220/images.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S8nImBDYjRI/AAAAAAAAD0Q/rQWWWMS3omM/s72-c/IMG_0671.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32980411.post-3457766321749149544</id><published>2010-04-17T20:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T20:12:46.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>formspring.me</title><content type='html'>Ask me anything &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/afishinariver" target="_blank"&gt;http://formspring.me/afishinariver&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32980411-3457766321749149544?l=februarymaybe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32980411/posts/default/3457766321749149544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32980411/posts/default/3457766321749149544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://februarymaybe.blogspot.com/2010/04/formspringme.html' title='formspring.me'/><author><name>mavis kathryn benedict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14467025845837565728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/SxDxqZU3BAI/AAAAAAAADK4/AHTsx_keZM8/S220/images.jpeg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32980411.post-9141940107721023582</id><published>2010-04-17T14:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T15:28:43.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S8ldxX1ToAI/AAAAAAAAD0A/mM-mZrI9K9g/s1600/IMG_0624.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 287px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S8ldxX1ToAI/AAAAAAAAD0A/mM-mZrI9K9g/s400/IMG_0624.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460999125956009986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I bet it was this bird who peed on Sabby's locker. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am so not looking forward to next friday, which happens to be my ballet exam. Though I'm more prepared before Miss Gina left, i still can't help but feel I am not ready for this exam. Yes, I know my work but I don't know my work that well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But well I'm am so looking forward to the EAT after the ballet exam :) Finally, some food I need not be conscious about. I was so happy I dropped to 41 from 42. But well, I'm back to 42.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3 weeks ago: 39kg&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now: 42kg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I TOLD YOU I'LL GAIN MORE WEIGHT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Last week i was 41 lah! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;whatever fat then fat lah! I pui= cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-size:-webkit-xxx-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: normal;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/I6tp8xByIAE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/I6tp8xByIAE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Nice right nice right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt; I'm dancing to this song. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;THOUGH it will not be good as this, I LOVE IT. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Actually, the only time I get my mind off things would be dance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;I keep my head in the choreo and I forget all the screwed up things I have in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Maybe that is why I love dancing so much, it keeps me unencumbered by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32980411-9141940107721023582?l=februarymaybe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32980411/posts/default/9141940107721023582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32980411/posts/default/9141940107721023582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://februarymaybe.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-bet-it-was-this-bird-who-peed-on.html' title=''/><author><name>mavis kathryn benedict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14467025845837565728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/SxDxqZU3BAI/AAAAAAAADK4/AHTsx_keZM8/S220/images.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S8ldxX1ToAI/AAAAAAAAD0A/mM-mZrI9K9g/s72-c/IMG_0624.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32980411.post-8265134738119471677</id><published>2010-04-15T21:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T21:53:06.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S8cUEHuylfI/AAAAAAAADzw/-k-t3Ig8JTE/s400/IMG_0831.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460355134237349362" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;whoever said that with a bad day comes a good day, damn you are right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I feel so happy today, i'm beyond elucidating my expression in words! Good weather, good friends, good happenings, what more could i ask for? All i just hope that these goodness would just last a little while more for me to bask in it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today was an exceptionally odd and strange day. I went out with my wonderful lover today to town. Okay our purpose of going town is to head down to HMV and buy my lover's boyfriend's cd. I know right, she's cheating on me. :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, we headed down to town (saw Brandon Bimbz Wong on the way) and we found out there's no HMV in Shaw House! So, we went to Borders to take a look at some pretty &lt;i&gt;Paperchase&lt;/i&gt; things yada yada. I bought a pretty cute small notebook! One more notebook to my collection! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then we headed to Cityhall instead 'cuz we were far too lazy to take the train to somerset (?) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How odd are we.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And then we finally reached HMV and we saw that the price of my lover's boyfriend's CD is soo much more expensive than the Hougang Mall's one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SOOOO, we went back to hougang mall. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All in all, we went to town for nothing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay it doesn't stop here. When we were heading home, this odd(or might i say licentious couple- china woman and an old man) came up to us to help them translate the english letter to chinese. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What was inside the letter was "your wife was caught for improper behaviour... in geylang"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;inside i was thinking,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;"slut."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&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 wonder if China Woman's husband knows about it 'cuz you know, they can't read english.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;hahah. I love going out with my best friend. &lt;/span&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; I'm sorry but,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;it's either you like me or, to run out of a polite excuse, fuck off&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we're no longer buddies anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32980411-8265134738119471677?l=februarymaybe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32980411/posts/default/8265134738119471677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32980411/posts/default/8265134738119471677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://februarymaybe.blogspot.com/2010/04/whoever-said-that-with-bad-day-comes.html' title=''/><author><name>mavis kathryn benedict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14467025845837565728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/SxDxqZU3BAI/AAAAAAAADK4/AHTsx_keZM8/S220/images.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S8cUEHuylfI/AAAAAAAADzw/-k-t3Ig8JTE/s72-c/IMG_0831.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32980411.post-3122479045941896565</id><published>2010-04-12T22:14:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T23:41:49.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;glue shirts and elastic skirts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S8M2XIDBioI/AAAAAAAADzo/ZghyzA4DopQ/s400/IMG_0701.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459266944228231810" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S8Mx3MT8-kI/AAAAAAAADzQ/zrXup9VAHTE/s400/IMG_0702_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459261997570652738" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Went out with my awesome work pepos on satty! Thank god my work life in USS was great and I made super kewl flengs like them. Okay life in USS for great 'cuz I was still on training and I could roam wherever and whenever? After training, I got into SRJC and I quit. I guess I left before the hard life came crashing in aye? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S8MvbEVw8gI/AAAAAAAADy4/LZELmkP3XsA/s1600/IMG_0721.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S8MvbEVw8gI/AAAAAAAADy4/LZELmkP3XsA/s400/IMG_0721.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459259315371176450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S8Mvai-PyqI/AAAAAAAADyw/i7yOzb6iPK8/s1600/IMG_0723.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S8Mvai-PyqI/AAAAAAAADyw/i7yOzb6iPK8/s400/IMG_0723.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459259306414164642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S8MvZ08BJYI/AAAAAAAADyo/XPFNCoxfCyk/s1600/IMG_0727.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S8MvZ08BJYI/AAAAAAAADyo/XPFNCoxfCyk/s400/IMG_0727.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459259294056785282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S8MuGfNz0bI/AAAAAAAADyg/AX5UGcl2tq4/s1600/IMG_0729.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S8MuGfNz0bI/AAAAAAAADyg/AX5UGcl2tq4/s400/IMG_0729.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459257862296687026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S8MuFlQzIrI/AAAAAAAADyY/HD7hMGudLQA/s1600/IMG_0730.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S8MuFlQzIrI/AAAAAAAADyY/HD7hMGudLQA/s400/IMG_0730.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459257846739968690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S8MuE2XoBjI/AAAAAAAADyQ/8EsidR_OPuI/s1600/IMG_0736.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S8MuE2XoBjI/AAAAAAAADyQ/8EsidR_OPuI/s400/IMG_0736.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459257834152134194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Angel, sweet angel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Headed to dindin with my family and look at cuteeeee Angel! Goodness I seriously felt like sqqqqqquueeeezinggg her face man, no shit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She's damn cute marns! She have my genes. Good job, mav. Good job (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S8MuEWifWMI/AAAAAAAADyI/CPob9eJDlrI/s1600/IMG_0762.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S8MuEWifWMI/AAAAAAAADyI/CPob9eJDlrI/s400/IMG_0762.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459257825607768258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S8MuD6biTbI/AAAAAAAADyA/BlD08FX6aZE/s1600/IMG_0765.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S8MuD6biTbI/AAAAAAAADyA/BlD08FX6aZE/s400/IMG_0765.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459257818062409138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S8Ms4QLG5BI/AAAAAAAADx4/mX9t3z8zrLU/s1600/IMG_0772.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S8Ms4QLG5BI/AAAAAAAADx4/mX9t3z8zrLU/s400/IMG_0772.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459256518229025810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's a pepper shaker. It's says "moomy spices up our lives"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hahahah so cute right! Godpa did it you know! Damn cute. I shall ask daddykins to do such a thing for mumsie one day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Talking about my parents. Sigh, I can't really say it out here but, I hope everything turns alright and the operation would go well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S8Ms3koPalI/AAAAAAAADxw/3PLFSNCgJ6k/s400/IMG_0776.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459256506540059218" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kitkat!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S8Ms29fmlCI/AAAAAAAADxo/iw8Te3jfLmk/s1600/IMG_0783.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S8Ms29fmlCI/AAAAAAAADxo/iw8Te3jfLmk/s1600/IMG_0783.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S8Ms29fmlCI/AAAAAAAADxo/iw8Te3jfLmk/s400/IMG_0783.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459256496034845730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Frolick&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;frolick-ed at Sunday with my au'some cousin and Sherilyn. All 3 of us were the ones called out by Miss Gina. HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"MAVIS ONG! SHERILYN TAN! CHARIS KOH! HOW LONG HAVE I NOT SEEN YOU IN BALLET!" &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and here we are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S8Ms2c_9VjI/AAAAAAAADxg/LoDAtQH9cMU/s1600/IMG_0868.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S8Ms2c_9VjI/AAAAAAAADxg/LoDAtQH9cMU/s400/IMG_0868.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459256487312184882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;cute kid beside us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;damn, sure does she have a high forehead. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They said people with high foreheads are smart. This kid is going to be einstein man!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S8Ms1r0h8MI/AAAAAAAADxY/pvCYrwwK_zE/s1600/IMG_0869.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S8Ms1r0h8MI/AAAAAAAADxY/pvCYrwwK_zE/s400/IMG_0869.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459256474110914754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S8MrnAKmZGI/AAAAAAAADxI/kCKtHMU4VCA/s1600/IMG_0875.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S8MrnAKmZGI/AAAAAAAADxI/kCKtHMU4VCA/s400/IMG_0875.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459255122362524770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S8MrmRlethI/AAAAAAAADxA/52fM6t29PR8/s1600/IMG_0878.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S8MrmRlethI/AAAAAAAADxA/52fM6t29PR8/s400/IMG_0878.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459255109858801170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S8Mrlvv0vkI/AAAAAAAADw4/8IvI6WCmbV4/s1600/IMG_0881.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S8Mrlvv0vkI/AAAAAAAADw4/8IvI6WCmbV4/s400/IMG_0881.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459255100775382594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S8Mrk6r57pI/AAAAAAAADww/0hWQz7QWxns/s1600/IMG_0882.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S8Mrk6r57pI/AAAAAAAADww/0hWQz7QWxns/s400/IMG_0882.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459255086531866258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So i've been thinking a lot lately. And to make things even &lt;i&gt;better,&lt;/i&gt; i'm screwing up my own life. How aware and alert i may be, i simply do not have the slightest care that these 1 1/2 year would actually determine my future. I said one too many times, "i'll not skip after this time." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ferq you, mavis benedict ong. I'm skipping lessons and drinking my life away. I have no qualms about my consequence but i still do it anyway. There's a quota for skipping lessons, and mind you, mavis ong, your numbers are going up and you're reaching this quota soon. Real soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Till that breaking point, you're still safe. But not for long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The lightning signal thingy cancelled the soccer game today. AND YAY! au'some cousin and shiqi came over to my school to watch the match!  Had dindin with shiqi and home. I love dindin w my bestfriend, really. Everything flows out and it flows out well. Though we rarely meet, I still can talk to her like we've just met yesterday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It isn't about the meet, isn't it? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;Best friends isn't just about getting together the whole damn time. It's more about knowing each other despite the circumstances.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So i've been thinking a lot lately. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;We, humans will all live in convalescence and eventually, no one dies actually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32980411-3122479045941896565?l=februarymaybe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32980411/posts/default/3122479045941896565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32980411/posts/default/3122479045941896565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://februarymaybe.blogspot.com/2010/04/glue-shirts-and-elastic-skirts-went-out.html' title=''/><author><name>mavis kathryn benedict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14467025845837565728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/SxDxqZU3BAI/AAAAAAAADK4/AHTsx_keZM8/S220/images.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S8M2XIDBioI/AAAAAAAADzo/ZghyzA4DopQ/s72-c/IMG_0701.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32980411.post-33629059298597197</id><published>2010-04-08T23:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T23:26:12.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;te&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S73wLaD5DtI/AAAAAAAADwo/Y9pgdPlDYW4/s400/IMG_0566.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457782402207780562" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i love my colour pencils that i bought tgt with huiling! It makes me happy. Okay not really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Seriously, life sucks eh? The boys you want, never here. The boys you do not want, always here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;x: have boyfriend or not&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;me: no i don't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;x: very good, i very happy. when ur brithday's day&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;me: happy? for? 27 may.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;x: because u dun have boyfriend o haha wat r u doing&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;me: if you're trying to hit on me, it's not working.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;x: no la, no boyfriend mean i have chance lo, u knw le ma&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;firstly, no i don't know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;secondly, what's with your fucking sentence structure?!?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"when ur brithday's day."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh no. I don't know when my brithday's day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I only know when's my birthday, sorry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; And thirdly, you have an ugly name.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ferq you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay enough of boys. I went to (uh.. lunch) (place: unknown) with huiling, marican and sarah today. I know I can't help it but say, THE FOOD WAS GOOD. I'm not being bias. It really was you can ask sarah!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my new goal: Pixie lott's legs. :D OMG. TO DIE FOR.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, i ditched my diet plan. The day i planned my diet didn't really work out to plan. I was so happy that i skipped Fatty Yoshinoya or whatever with my loves, noooooo. Mum HAD to come back with chompchomp food!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You don't want to know.. what i went through..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;p.s/ I changed my picture! Yes, those are my fat legs. Deal.with.it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32980411-33629059298597197?l=februarymaybe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32980411/posts/default/33629059298597197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32980411/posts/default/33629059298597197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://februarymaybe.blogspot.com/2010/04/b-s-o-l-u-te-i-love-my-colour-pencils.html' title=''/><author><name>mavis kathryn benedict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14467025845837565728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/SxDxqZU3BAI/AAAAAAAADK4/AHTsx_keZM8/S220/images.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S73wLaD5DtI/AAAAAAAADwo/Y9pgdPlDYW4/s72-c/IMG_0566.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32980411.post-5792546293986858733</id><published>2010-04-06T21:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T22:23:06.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;fool you marns&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S7s-UZgZF1I/AAAAAAAADwQ/fBnn4HBLKo4/s400/IMG_0612.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457023893654542162" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;okay, since i did not manage to prank Leonard the other time, I did it today! Together along with my fellow prankers, we substituted the white oreo part with...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;TOOTHPASTE! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hahah. Yes, he was stupid enough but he spat it out. Then Brenna was gullible enough to think this odd oreo was the Japanese version, so she took a bite. HAHA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;PUNK'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;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Egg Sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S7s94Ol-S-I/AAAAAAAADwI/GacqCltpRfU/s400/IMG_0490.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457023409688824802" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S7s93lzPdyI/AAAAAAAADwA/TO3YAC9yNa8/s1600/IMG_0499.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 367px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S7s93lzPdyI/AAAAAAAADwA/TO3YAC9yNa8/s400/IMG_0499.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457023398738622242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S7s93ADKrgI/AAAAAAAADv4/PZMRm8zGAZ0/s1600/IMG_0506.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S7s91ziQLMI/AAAAAAAADvo/PVABuxMXJHw/s400/IMG_0513.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457023368065723586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S7s8G-R93rI/AAAAAAAADvg/X65EAbQbK2k/s1600/IMG_0523.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S7s8G-R93rI/AAAAAAAADvg/X65EAbQbK2k/s400/IMG_0523.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457021463984725682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S7s8GbmyDxI/AAAAAAAADvY/_iFrhGLVT14/s1600/IMG_0539.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S7s8GbmyDxI/AAAAAAAADvY/_iFrhGLVT14/s400/IMG_0539.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457021454676791058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S7s8FxBzTEI/AAAAAAAADvQ/tBPbX8-7g2w/s1600/IMG_0558.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S7s8FxBzTEI/AAAAAAAADvQ/tBPbX8-7g2w/s400/IMG_0558.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457021443247393858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;By the way, I became &lt;b&gt;Meaty&lt;/b&gt;(?)&lt;b&gt; the Cat&lt;/b&gt; at 6.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S7s8E-lqyfI/AAAAAAAADvI/Ptxp7wI_ta8/s1600/IMG_0645.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S7s8E-lqyfI/AAAAAAAADvI/Ptxp7wI_ta8/s400/IMG_0645.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457021429707622898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S7s8EVSAzAI/AAAAAAAADvA/bDhPMzEp8gs/s1600/IMG_0661.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S7s8EVSAzAI/AAAAAAAADvA/bDhPMzEp8gs/s400/IMG_0661.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457021418619325442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HELL YEAH! my threadless tees came in today!!!!!!!!!! BEST DAY EVA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's like best day FOR &lt;b&gt;JOSHUA KK&lt;/b&gt; and it's best day for&lt;b&gt; ME&lt;/b&gt; too! I can't wait to show it off to threadless lovers! hahahhahaha. Threadless, checked. Now left the other spree my sissy and i ordered online. Taking soooo long marns. :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm nude no more!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There are some days right that i... just feel like walking around with my bra and undies only. Like, free from these clothes man. Ironically, how much i like to walk around with my bra and undies, i never wore a bikini out to the beach before. o.o I'm so scared like the knot would suddenly get loose and then FREE SHOW(actually, got no show to show lah haha)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; I had a nightmare like that once. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HOH-RI-BLE. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32980411-5792546293986858733?l=februarymaybe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32980411/posts/default/5792546293986858733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32980411/posts/default/5792546293986858733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://februarymaybe.blogspot.com/2010/04/fool-you-marns-okay-since-i-did-not.html' title=''/><author><name>mavis kathryn benedict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14467025845837565728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/SxDxqZU3BAI/AAAAAAAADK4/AHTsx_keZM8/S220/images.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S7s-UZgZF1I/AAAAAAAADwQ/fBnn4HBLKo4/s72-c/IMG_0612.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32980411.post-2845211401562206481</id><published>2010-04-04T21:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T21:34:32.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;secret stassh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S7iQy_5-dxI/AAAAAAAADuY/bomDn_YwqwE/s400/IMG_0336.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456270154381817618" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;HAPPY EASTER SUNDAY!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my easter was good. see the egg up there? It's a ballerina egg! (doh) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The ballerina would represents mua and the egg represents.. an egg. Hmm :/ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I got juno to pose with the egg!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She totally wanted to eat it, no doubt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S7iQzxnRuGI/AAAAAAAADug/piGG8TpgARs/s400/IMG_0337.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456270167725160546" /&gt;Awwwww. Perfect. She looks like she's smiling, aye?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S7iQ00vL2CI/AAAAAAAADuo/C5VJ0EppYRc/s400/IMG_0339.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456270185743505442" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S7iQ2GYx9FI/AAAAAAAADuw/hKUlWmm-mTY/s400/IMG_0341.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456270207661241426" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S7iQ23CmxGI/AAAAAAAADu4/kT4lUWZqEEw/s400/IMG_0369.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456270220721570914" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;C'mon man, anyone anyone! Come to my house so that I can drag you to walk Juno with me. I can't walk Juno myself because she'll walk me instead of me walking her. :( &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;ANYONE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I want to be a good owner so quick come to my house. Okay not anyone, someone who's strong. Stronger than Juno, that is. Gosh she's a monster.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I reckon the whole, "the dog emulates the owner" statement is soooo not true. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Juno = me? no. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;I'm not crazy, greedy, destructive like Juno Ong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On the contrary, i didn't eat any egg today, for the record. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today was a vehveh busy day; Ballet, church then udders. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love busy days! It makes me feell... busy. haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today is also Slut Day, by the way. Somehow, i look like a slut today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A veh ugly slut.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay is it just me or my self esteem has been reeeeally low these days. :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Inferiority complex much? Much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Saw loads of my school people today at Novena. :/ What's with the small singapore man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't wait to go back to our secret stash, huiling! love~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;But I don't care what they say, I'm in love with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32980411-2845211401562206481?l=februarymaybe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32980411/posts/default/2845211401562206481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32980411/posts/default/2845211401562206481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://februarymaybe.blogspot.com/2010/04/secret-stassh-happy-easter-sunday-my.html' title=''/><author><name>mavis kathryn benedict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14467025845837565728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/SxDxqZU3BAI/AAAAAAAADK4/AHTsx_keZM8/S220/images.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S7iQy_5-dxI/AAAAAAAADuY/bomDn_YwqwE/s72-c/IMG_0336.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32980411.post-3622976277590885876</id><published>2010-04-03T23:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T23:33:54.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;what's crackin' lackin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S7dafoo-IwI/AAAAAAAADuI/Zvfvxi9nfvg/s400/IMG_0432.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455928973114352386" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S7dagajl0MI/AAAAAAAADuQ/TNczX5VcHNw/s400/IMG_0438.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455928986513559746" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sinful, yes i know. Pleasure, yes i know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nothing beats eating &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC33;"&gt;cheese with crackers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; on a cool serene night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not the widest spread but it will do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I feel like having another pack already! Gosh i'm such a glutton. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But i like being a glutton. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Finally, a good hearty chat with my 3 girlies yesterday. We have not been entirely close this year at all. But yesterday was goodgood! 'cuz it's Good Friday. haha. Okay, Good Friday should be a day of mourning. But I just can't help knowing that Jesus will rise up on Easter Sunday and bring happiness to all!!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I looked like an wardrobe malfunctioned alien last week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had all my &lt;b&gt;hair tied up&lt;/b&gt; (ballet) and I wore my &lt;b&gt;PJ shorts&lt;/b&gt;(I woke up half an hour before ballet started, I HAD TO wear it out) out. It doesn't ends here, my ballet tights has this bigggg tear around my inner thigh (explicccccit). My mum so happen to call and said&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; "let's go grocery shopping!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I walked around Fairprice looking like a &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;wardrobe malfunctioned egghead alien&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; for prolly 2 hours. I saw a cute guy :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On the brighter note, I bought all my sinful snacks that I finished already! :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My home is my food shed. LOVE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;my sister said my head is so small,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;it just can't be a head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;I don't know if I should laugh or cry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32980411-3622976277590885876?l=februarymaybe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32980411/posts/default/3622976277590885876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32980411/posts/default/3622976277590885876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://februarymaybe.blogspot.com/2010/04/whats-crackin-lackin-sinful-yes-i-know.html' title=''/><author><name>mavis kathryn benedict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14467025845837565728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/SxDxqZU3BAI/AAAAAAAADK4/AHTsx_keZM8/S220/images.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S7dafoo-IwI/AAAAAAAADuI/Zvfvxi9nfvg/s72-c/IMG_0432.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32980411.post-3152096669245578746</id><published>2010-04-01T21:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T21:44:47.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;skinny fat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S7SfpBjz3dI/AAAAAAAADt4/kRfqTFJeSGg/s400/IMG_0295.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455160575794601426" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S7Sfp_Y4MoI/AAAAAAAADuA/FRpJcH9vhVo/s400/IMG_0299.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455160592391746178" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Akashi-ed the other day. The cod was fab, literally. It's because of these indulges I have been gaining weight. Partly also due to me binging recently, whenever I see food, i eat. I mistook the sponge for washing dishes as a piece of sponge cake the other day. &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Don't judge me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. I didn't have my glasses. Same difference? Sponge = sponge cake. There.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2 weeks ago: 39kg&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now: 41.5kg&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;somebody kill me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've become a grotesque being that drowned herself in the world of food. Shit I can't help it! I feel a little odd today. For the record, I didn't eat egg today. So happens I did not eat in the canteen; means no egg. So happens I did not eat at home today; means no egg, again. Maybe that is why i feel so odd now. I have no qualms about me gaining prolly another pound or two in the following week. Watch me get fat. People should hold up a competition- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;"The Best Skinny Fat Eater"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You are skinny(technically) but you eat like you are fat(hypothetically)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No shit, my GP teacher, the cute panda I mentioned about, scolded me for eating in class today, coincidentally "Hello Panda".  I wonder if you get the joke :/ He said he'd deduct 2 marks from my GP essay. Fuck you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I hope this weight thing is April's Fool from God to me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;haha, good joke God. Good Friday's tomorrow.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32980411-3152096669245578746?l=februarymaybe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32980411/posts/default/3152096669245578746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32980411/posts/default/3152096669245578746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://februarymaybe.blogspot.com/2010/04/skinny-fat-akashi-ed-other-day.html' title=''/><author><name>mavis kathryn benedict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14467025845837565728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/SxDxqZU3BAI/AAAAAAAADK4/AHTsx_keZM8/S220/images.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S7SfpBjz3dI/AAAAAAAADt4/kRfqTFJeSGg/s72-c/IMG_0295.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32980411.post-5917271931869275308</id><published>2010-03-30T23:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T23:54:26.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; "&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-8nE65JshkU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&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/-8nE65JshkU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;Marionette by Expression Crew ♥ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#555555;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#555555;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;i'd kill to dance like that, literally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32980411-5917271931869275308?l=februarymaybe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32980411/posts/default/5917271931869275308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32980411/posts/default/5917271931869275308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://februarymaybe.blogspot.com/2010/03/marionette-by-expression-crew-id-kill.html' title=''/><author><name>mavis kathryn benedict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14467025845837565728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/SxDxqZU3BAI/AAAAAAAADK4/AHTsx_keZM8/S220/images.jpeg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32980411.post-7761543181479542743</id><published>2010-03-30T22:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T22:23:17.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S7IGmeH6_UI/AAAAAAAADtY/QknMWNIFC8c/s400/IMG_0300.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454429356690177346" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Once upon time, I believe it was a Tuesday when I caught your eye. We caught onto something. I hold onto the night. And you told me you loved me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Were you just kidding? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cause it seems to me this thing is breaking down. We almost never speak, I don't feel welcome anymore. Baby what happened, please tell me cause one second it was perfect now you're halfway out the door.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I stare at the phone, he still hasn't called.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And then you feel so low you can't feel, nothing at all. And you flashback to when he said forever and always. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And it rains in your bedroom, everything is wrong. It rains when you're here and it rains when you're gone. Cause I was there when you said forever and always.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Was I out of line? Did i say something way to honest that made you run like a scared little boy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So here's to everything, coming down to nothing. Here's to silence that cuts me to the core.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Where is this going? I thought i knew but I don't anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;back up, baby, back up. Did you forget everything?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32980411-7761543181479542743?l=februarymaybe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32980411/posts/default/7761543181479542743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32980411/posts/default/7761543181479542743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://februarymaybe.blogspot.com/2010/03/once-upon-time-i-believe-it-was-tuesday.html' title=''/><author><name>mavis kathryn benedict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14467025845837565728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/SxDxqZU3BAI/AAAAAAAADK4/AHTsx_keZM8/S220/images.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S7IGmeH6_UI/AAAAAAAADtY/QknMWNIFC8c/s72-c/IMG_0300.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32980411.post-3611119801059592372</id><published>2010-03-27T20:40:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T22:07:49.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;toothless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;went studying with my ent t'day! We were studying on a saturday in Cathay, how odd is that? :/ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love a little starbucks with something to munch. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S63-KRZtodI/AAAAAAAADrI/isLr5soWKyk/s400/IMG_0288.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453294176238936530" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S63-K-5rSiI/AAAAAAAADrQ/1rgy2nn65zI/s400/IMG_0275.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453294188452596258" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S63-MYiViII/AAAAAAAADro/P_nEJDy83kM/s400/IMG_0281.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453294212513892482" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S63-MDJQ4pI/AAAAAAAADrg/tywApFqt-Tg/s400/IMG_0280.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453294206771585682" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S63-LnZ_fkI/AAAAAAAADrY/akdnCaUj1ZY/s400/IMG_0279.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453294199325556290" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it sucks that our weekend would eventually be tied down by our school. homework is piling up and we have to give up our weekend for that. homework kills paper! stop homework! I got a little bored when studying or would i say doing homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S63_kuuFVnI/AAAAAAAADr4/9H3yR2cqxME/s400/IMG_0286.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453295730297230962" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S63_mxPSkAI/AAAAAAAADsQ/jqera6ln0Qg/s400/IMG_0297.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453295765333118978" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S63_lt-U46I/AAAAAAAADsI/GQiElYef7x0/s400/IMG_0296.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453295747276792738" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S63_lMs6nMI/AAAAAAAADsA/VYpJDaaD96M/s400/IMG_0290.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453295738345397442" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S64DYQwQLfI/AAAAAAAADtI/KIwgBGtoStI/s400/IMG_0310.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453299914141347314" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S63_kEDBDWI/AAAAAAAADrw/6VTVi_hgEFQ/s400/IMG_0283.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453295718842305890" /&gt;my ballet countdown, including tomorrow's lesson, i'll have only 6 lessons left with miss penny!!! :( please god, make at least something work in my life. I have to do well this time, i just have to. I have to prove to Miss Gina regardless of missings of lessons, i'm still able to do as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Crystal ent took a zoomed photo of me. I look a lil like a fish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S64DY5SylqI/AAAAAAAADtQ/DtysliAAgsU/s400/IMG_0309.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453299925023626914" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;caught How To Train Your Dragon! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Toothless is uber cute. I want a dragon too. I'll call it.. flatfeet. hahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S64DXknhJ5I/AAAAAAAADtA/UN7Fwo_Ep-o/s400/IMG_0314.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453299902293550994" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S64DXC7JWlI/AAAAAAAADs4/dBPMwA6s0c0/s400/IMG_0318.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453299893249071698" /&gt;love this bitch! (: I tell her all my problems and i know that someone's actually there for me t talk to. Best yet she's in my schoool! hahaha. &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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32980411-3611119801059592372?l=februarymaybe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32980411/posts/default/3611119801059592372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32980411/posts/default/3611119801059592372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://februarymaybe.blogspot.com/2010/03/toothless-went-studying-with-my-ent.html' title=''/><author><name>mavis kathryn benedict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14467025845837565728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/SxDxqZU3BAI/AAAAAAAADK4/AHTsx_keZM8/S220/images.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S63-KRZtodI/AAAAAAAADrI/isLr5soWKyk/s72-c/IMG_0288.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32980411.post-8455678304861745815</id><published>2010-03-26T23:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T01:27:13.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;dancefloor sober&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S6zUXNcQFxI/AAAAAAAADrA/phfNhhgmmtA/s400/Photo+on+2010-03-26+at+13.54+%232.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452966744049063698" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;love my girls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we spent our 2 hour break doing nothing but taking photos and eating. fresh hell what is wrong with me, seriously! i can't stop eating man! for the whole 2 hours i was munching munching munching.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;from instant noodles to potato chips to waffle biscuits to macca fries.. !!!!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;number one it's bloody unhealthy and number two i'm fucking fat already!!!! shut up if you say i'm not fat 'cuz i am okay. I'm &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;skinny fat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, deal with it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;ballet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; was super productive today. first time ever i felt so confident and proud that i'm dancing ballet. miss penny kept complimenting on my sissones which i am ultra happy about!! I'm setting my eyes on free movement study. First time ever I felt so pretty dancing ballet... first time ever. I never ever felt pretty dancing ballet though ballet is the prettiest dance in the world. Until today. Took quite some time aye? more than 10 years, to finally feel pretty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;juno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; secretly went into my parent's toilet and ran out with a wet tissue out. guess what that wet 'tissue' was! sick, i'm not going to let her kiss me anymore. can you imagine what goes in her mouth when we're not around! god. I seriously hate it when guys say first kisses are nothing? &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, firstly, i don't give my kisses just to anyone, you'd be someone special if i gave you my virgin kiss, aite? so don't crap around and say that the virgin kisses doesn't matter, it matters to girls and like it or not, we're the ones you're going to kiss. unless you're gay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;fuck boys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, seriously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;one day i'd snap and play every guy i set my eyes on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32980411-8455678304861745815?l=februarymaybe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32980411/posts/default/8455678304861745815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32980411/posts/default/8455678304861745815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://februarymaybe.blogspot.com/2010/03/dancefloor-sober-love-my-girls.html' title=''/><author><name>mavis kathryn benedict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14467025845837565728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/SxDxqZU3BAI/AAAAAAAADK4/AHTsx_keZM8/S220/images.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S6zUXNcQFxI/AAAAAAAADrA/phfNhhgmmtA/s72-c/Photo+on+2010-03-26+at+13.54+%232.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32980411.post-9215430744778475427</id><published>2010-03-25T21:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T22:21:31.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC33;"&gt;desperation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S6ts2vZnydI/AAAAAAAADq4/1Ytkvud8rWE/s400/_DSC6802.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452571461554784722" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I really want to go back to korea, where I could ditch all my problems and revel at the beauty of a whole new world. Picture perfect, isn't it? A hallmark of a postcard picture. No flaws, no fragments. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's so beautiful there it's like living in a computer wallpaper. The leaves speckled with snow in the morning and your cheeks are pink after an entire day in the chilly wind. The tress so untouched and free and there's such serenity in the flowing water.&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;let's get high in school tomorrow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it's so cool that water and vodka have the same colour&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32980411-9215430744778475427?l=februarymaybe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32980411/posts/default/9215430744778475427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32980411/posts/default/9215430744778475427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://februarymaybe.blogspot.com/2010/03/desperation-i-really-want-to-go-back-to.html' title=''/><author><name>mavis kathryn benedict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14467025845837565728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/SxDxqZU3BAI/AAAAAAAADK4/AHTsx_keZM8/S220/images.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S6ts2vZnydI/AAAAAAAADq4/1Ytkvud8rWE/s72-c/_DSC6802.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32980411.post-6128670701834146091</id><published>2010-03-24T00:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T01:13:05.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Cheapskates (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S6juY9quc9I/AAAAAAAADqY/_IyG9d-cZQw/s400/25992_375323226447_624046447_3880528_2959939_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451869461570024402" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As you know, Free Cone Day today!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I ate 5!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S6jx_hOt1SI/AAAAAAAADqg/OBdnBhOuWSA/s400/Photo+on+2010-03-23+at+10.03.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451873422486132002" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;edwin goh was ohso nice to pop by and accompany me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;when i was waiting for Jasssy dear. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hahah, annoying face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S6jyAC-M7kI/AAAAAAAADqo/SoOov28YB3k/s400/Photo+on+2010-03-23+at+14.21+%235.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451873431543672386" /&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;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S6jyAVVUU0I/AAAAAAAADqw/M6rH8yf-4k8/s400/Photo+on+2010-03-23+at+16.31+%232.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451873436472464194" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love free cone days 'cuz that's when I see friends of mine &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;who i rarely/never ever meet and then we'll see each other and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"OMG HI!!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;"can I queue with you?!! (:"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;"no."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hahahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have this illness called Acid Reflux, sounds like some coolio shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But no, it's not cool at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I am easily make believe,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;just dress me up in what you want me to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32980411-6128670701834146091?l=februarymaybe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32980411/posts/default/6128670701834146091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32980411/posts/default/6128670701834146091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://februarymaybe.blogspot.com/2010/03/cheapskates-as-you-know-free-cone-day.html' title=''/><author><name>mavis kathryn benedict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14467025845837565728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/SxDxqZU3BAI/AAAAAAAADK4/AHTsx_keZM8/S220/images.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S6juY9quc9I/AAAAAAAADqY/_IyG9d-cZQw/s72-c/25992_375323226447_624046447_3880528_2959939_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32980411.post-7800128512122100286</id><published>2010-03-21T20:58:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T21:44:07.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;panacea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S6YcFWx3OoI/AAAAAAAADqA/jj75M_JQvPs/s400/IMG_0180.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451075277318208130" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S6YcF9nftOI/AAAAAAAADqI/pDdglTf_-V0/s1600-h/IMG_0165.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S6YcF9nftOI/AAAAAAAADqI/pDdglTf_-V0/s400/IMG_0165.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451075287743706338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S6YcE-BVEbI/AAAAAAAADp4/nKWPL60Rfjk/s400/IMG_0227.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451075270672191922" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S6YcEEBo5fI/AAAAAAAADpw/FL60uvzySzE/s400/IMG_0231.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451075255104234994" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One of those days that the pig gets out off her crib to bake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aren't these sunflower cuppycakes loook pretty decent aye?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think all my Food And Nutrition skills are gone, hahahaha. I felt so retarded folding the mixture and even measuring the ingredients. Sigh I need to get into the kitchen more often.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Somehow baking helped me keep my mind off from all the complications in my life. I don't bake well but at least I like doing it. But I'm pretty lazy even when it comes to baking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; I need an assistant.hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Shit you, mavis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'd have to skip session for 5 weeks b'cuz Ballet lessons have changed from saturday to sunday morning. Means now my &lt;b&gt;SATURDAYS WILL BE FREEEEE! &lt;/b&gt;hell yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quick people ask me out to study, movies or whatev. Oh gawd I'll make every saturday my best day of the week. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't wait for Free Cone Day! (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i wanted to say something but i forgot. :/ Seriously, my brain is dying.. Shit i can't remember what i want to say!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Screw it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OHOH! I remember now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I ate so much food these few days that I think my stomach could not suffice my intake that i puked and all. Is there an illness for eating too much? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've been binging lately.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sigh. mav, &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Tina the Talking Tummy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; will soon be &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Fat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Tina the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Fat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Talking Tummy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think it already is. :(&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;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;so we sealed the deal with a kiss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32980411-7800128512122100286?l=februarymaybe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32980411/posts/default/7800128512122100286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32980411/posts/default/7800128512122100286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://februarymaybe.blogspot.com/2010/03/panacea-one-of-those-days-that-pig-gets.html' title=''/><author><name>mavis kathryn benedict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14467025845837565728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/SxDxqZU3BAI/AAAAAAAADK4/AHTsx_keZM8/S220/images.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S6YcFWx3OoI/AAAAAAAADqA/jj75M_JQvPs/s72-c/IMG_0180.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32980411.post-1071155062503052513</id><published>2010-03-19T14:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T18:41:14.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;love of mine, some day you will die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S6SdQq2sRFI/AAAAAAAADpY/11OH6iNL53w/s400/0_305189500l.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450654358732293202" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do not want to replay the incident happened neither do I want to tell you about it. This shall be my secret, mine and mine only. It was at that convoluted half hour I felt so helpless, so vulnerable that I needed to lean on a pillar, a wall, anything, anyone. I needed so badly a shoulder to cry on, I reckon the others needed one too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"what should I do.. what should I do???"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"what the hell is going on!!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"why is everything repelling against me."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"God, you, help me."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All these were gripping tightly onto my mind, I felt like breaking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Should I feel angry? or unwanted? I didn't have the slightest idea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate crying, I seriously do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Crying doesn't alleviate the situation neither does it gives you an answer. It leaves you feeling like crap and it forces your nose to leak like no end. It reveals your weak human spirit and soaks you in your own defeat. We cry when we're sad, we cry when we're angry and we cry when we're happy. We do the same thing when we're both hurt and overjoyed. I don't get it, I really don't. Maybe crying does help you feel a little better sometimes, to let go of some steam. But amongst all your tears and fist fights, reality is just rubbed harder and is etched onto you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel like killing my life. Everything is repelling against what I hoped for. EVERYTHING! What's wrong with this! I'm out. I had enough. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not playing your stupid games anymore, I quit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There, call me a fucking weakling for all you want.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;don't you fucking play me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The reason why death sticks so closely to life isn't biological necessity- it's envy.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Life is so beautiful that death has fallen in love with it, a jealous, possessive love that grabs at what it can.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32980411-1071155062503052513?l=februarymaybe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32980411/posts/default/1071155062503052513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32980411/posts/default/1071155062503052513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://februarymaybe.blogspot.com/2010/03/love-of-mine-some-day-you-will-die.html' title=''/><author><name>mavis kathryn benedict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14467025845837565728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/SxDxqZU3BAI/AAAAAAAADK4/AHTsx_keZM8/S220/images.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S6SdQq2sRFI/AAAAAAAADpY/11OH6iNL53w/s72-c/0_305189500l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32980411.post-3758417288528571812</id><published>2010-03-19T09:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T10:28:09.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S6Lf3Tq2IhI/AAAAAAAADpE/80Y7ZUTAfYw/s400/1_141414528l.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450164640337502738" /&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;2 camps in a week sure wasn't a breeze. But dance camp was much better than church camp, it was a blast actually. Maybe because I didn't have a full heart in church camp? Yeah, maybe. Sooooo dance camp was great! Great in the sense I could dance something other than ballet and great in the sense that my hiphop instructor was cute and my stree jazz instructor was sexy? :D&lt;div&gt;My street jazz instructor really make me ponder why does he look so &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;oh god damn sexy&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; when he dance that routine meant for girls and if other guys dance it, they look gay and shitty. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then and then my hiphop instructor was cute!! He was funny and he dances well! Okay so the dance lyrics had something something "you". It's a love song and when he danced i was sooo wanting him to point to me at the "you" part. HAHAHAHA. okay. :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;other than that, dance camp was fun. At the last part we dance in the studio like we were clubbing and all. Just for a song though but it was worth the fun. :) And many other stuffs which i'm far to lazy to type it all. I doubt you would wanna know cuz i'm a very long winded person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love the bunheads! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S6Lf8tFRRjI/AAAAAAAADpM/LOhnnMbAXfE/s400/1_847448937l.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450164733058565682" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i miss my lonnngg hair. :)&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;i&gt;i'd sit by that chair,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;then i won't feel so alone&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32980411-3758417288528571812?l=februarymaybe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32980411/posts/default/3758417288528571812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32980411/posts/default/3758417288528571812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://februarymaybe.blogspot.com/2010/03/2-camps-in-week-sure-wasnt-breeze.html' title=''/><author><name>mavis kathryn benedict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14467025845837565728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/SxDxqZU3BAI/AAAAAAAADK4/AHTsx_keZM8/S220/images.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S6Lf3Tq2IhI/AAAAAAAADpE/80Y7ZUTAfYw/s72-c/1_141414528l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32980411.post-269307671163455888</id><published>2010-03-17T11:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T11:09:17.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;dear balloons in the air,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                        pop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32980411-269307671163455888?l=februarymaybe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32980411/posts/default/269307671163455888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32980411/posts/default/269307671163455888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://februarymaybe.blogspot.com/2010/03/dear-balloons-in-air-pop.html' title=''/><author><name>mavis kathryn benedict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14467025845837565728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/SxDxqZU3BAI/AAAAAAAADK4/AHTsx_keZM8/S220/images.jpeg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32980411.post-7213723233512503933</id><published>2010-03-16T00:37:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T01:38:40.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;little house,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S55lzyCfTcI/AAAAAAAADo8/nRK8JjiXH7I/s400/Photo+on+2010-03-16+at+00.51+%232.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448904539444825538" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Today&lt;/b&gt; was a fair good day. Though it's the March Holidays, I unfortunately have school. I tried my best to skip the Physics test but Mrs Lian was tailing me like a stalker. I went left she went left, I went right, she did so the same. I'm going to fail. I really hate myself now. I keep telling myself I would study, not regret like how I did in O Levels. It's not even the 2nd term and I'm slacking already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Caught Dear John, what a day to watch this movie. :/ How I wish I was Savana and John was John. (: I'll love every minute of life, really. Saw Abby at Ashtons! :) She's so darn cute in the Ashton's uniform. thahaha. Charis and I wanted to go to Romp! But didn't eventually.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I took the train home and reached my stop. I walked out, felt much like sorrow holding my hand. A bunch of ah bengs and lians walked out at my stop too, very much felt like kicking their faces. Fancy running around the MRT station and making a hell lot of noise at such a late hour. And smoking. And I, walking alone and trying to block out the clamor. I walked pass Hougang mall and then Pasta Mania, the usual walk I take to go home. Most of the time, taking the bus was first choice. &lt;b&gt;Today is a special day I guess&lt;/b&gt;. My body felt like taking a walk. I took my walk really slow, tile by tile, foot by foot, as slow as I can. Everything have been racing too fast for me to handle. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm like in a marathon, crippled and struggling from last place, trying to catch up but futile. As I walked, I reveled the simplicity of my district, my home. My Secondary School looked great as ever, great memories there, not to forget the bad ones as well. Then opposite it was Hougang Plaza, I glanced through and happened to see this guy I knew. I darted my eye back as well as my head, pretending not to see him. I hate to see people I know at night. It's not as comforting as in the day. I want to be alone at night, at least for today. I walked along the pathway, I didn't use the overhead bridge. &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I took a pause&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; and stood at the edge of the road, how I wanted to be the drunkard man over the other end, roaming and oblivious to the cars driving pass. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;First step: look right, a car-probably a toyota, approx 500m away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;second step: look straight, forgetting about the car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;next few steps: walk forward.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I almost got hit. I was prolly a few inches away from that toyota. It honked like mad, like mad i swear. Oh well. I held my backpack in place. Then I wondered how time have changed with us. When I was younger, probably around primary 4, the low backpacks were the 'IN' thing. The lower your backpack, the cooler you are. So I guess if your backpack was dragging on the floor, you're the ultimate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And years passed and our backpacks were pulled higher. Now, the higher the better. Up till everyone looks like a turtle. Many things have changed; perceptions, trends, people. But I guess it ain't such a bad thing at all. I took out my phone, looked at the time, 11.41, no messages. Done. All I could hear was the rustling of dried leaves and me kicking the twigs along the night path. The nice big rocks are not there anymore. Now everything's been cemented into a walkway. I hate the walkway. The big rocks made me feel like a child stepping on it one by one. I love to relive my childhood. Now another memory has fallen. The crickets were as if they were leading me home, from the night path till home, I have been hearing them one after another. Normally they irritate me like hell, they sounded like heaven tonight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Then I reached the park, walked as fast as I could, I wanted to pee. Slow paced changing into a fast one, then a run. I ran. And ran and ran. I never knew my home was that far away, never was actually. I guess the pee was just catching up on me. Finally, home. Knocked, banged and yelled at the door. "PEEEE." Ana rannnn and knew (as usual) I wanted to pee. I always feel like peeing when I reach home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Now I'm here. Typing all these out. There's more to say, &lt;b&gt;my thoughts are overwhelming&lt;/b&gt;, they can't suffice in this tiny brain of mine. I have to something, at least one or two. I don't think I am the kind of person that keeps everything to myself. I have to tell someone. Be it Juno or a stranger. Just someone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;i wish i was a jellyfish&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;love, you shine so bright you put the sun to shame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32980411-7213723233512503933?l=februarymaybe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32980411/posts/default/7213723233512503933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32980411/posts/default/7213723233512503933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://februarymaybe.blogspot.com/2010/03/little-house-today-was-fair-good-day.html' title=''/><author><name>mavis kathryn benedict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14467025845837565728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/SxDxqZU3BAI/AAAAAAAADK4/AHTsx_keZM8/S220/images.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S55lzyCfTcI/AAAAAAAADo8/nRK8JjiXH7I/s72-c/Photo+on+2010-03-16+at+00.51+%232.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32980411.post-4453125377214884150</id><published>2010-03-15T00:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T00:42:31.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;regurgitate evil&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S50N29bwXLI/AAAAAAAADn8/z4p6Ot5HEPs/s400/26593_364005673578_784008578_3734986_1282657_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448526362043243698" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S50N2gABYAI/AAAAAAAADn0/p6TjjfowG0o/s1600-h/26593_364005643578_784008578_3734985_5981654_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S50N2gABYAI/AAAAAAAADn0/p6TjjfowG0o/s400/26593_364005643578_784008578_3734985_5981654_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448526354142289922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S50N1m0qtmI/AAAAAAAADnk/y7fIRDizUgs/s400/26593_363987438578_784008578_3734737_4966831_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448526338793846370" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S50N13l7J4I/AAAAAAAADns/R3oI-Bj6G6I/s1600-h/26593_363987508578_784008578_3734740_6812957_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S50N13l7J4I/AAAAAAAADns/R3oI-Bj6G6I/s400/26593_363987508578_784008578_3734740_6812957_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448526343295412098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S50N0zF_gbI/AAAAAAAADnc/OnbWoVKb0xg/s400/26593_363973143578_784008578_3734562_3635406_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448526324907868594" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;pictures of me= super ugly and fail&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but who cares anyway i posted it up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i guess today is one of those days i feel like crap and my face shows it all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;same goes for yesterday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i don't know but i feel so angsty and confused&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the worse thing is, i don't have the exact answer to what caused this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;is it the camp or is it just him?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i feel apprehensive about everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;today when we had sessions in camp,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i don't know what to think or what to say to God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't know what's my 'goal' for that moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;all i thought of was all the random things i felt confused about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and i guess i really need someone to talk to :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i hate this feeling 'cuz i'm normally not like that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and it sucks not to be you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so when i sing the songs i don't know why i cried so helplessly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i cried and cried for no rhyme or reason&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i didn't feel the need to cry 'cuz the whole time,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i don't exactly know how am i feeling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you get my point?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ihopeso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;at least breakout was a happy moment for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i love joker cuz he's so cute and funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i've come to realise i like tissue boys, boys who have tissue paper with them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it's weird i know but, it's a good weird?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and i too have realised that in the end,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you yourself normally do not end up with the guy of your type.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it some how goes the other way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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 want to talk to someoneeee now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i feel so sad. ah whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32980411-4453125377214884150?l=februarymaybe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32980411/posts/default/4453125377214884150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32980411/posts/default/4453125377214884150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://februarymaybe.blogspot.com/2010/03/regurgitate-evil-pictures-of-me-super.html' title=''/><author><name>mavis kathryn benedict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14467025845837565728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/SxDxqZU3BAI/AAAAAAAADK4/AHTsx_keZM8/S220/images.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S50N29bwXLI/AAAAAAAADn8/z4p6Ot5HEPs/s72-c/26593_364005673578_784008578_3734986_1282657_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32980411.post-5835670698121197876</id><published>2010-03-11T23:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T23:43:34.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;surprise surprise&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 218px; height: 218px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S5kI2Fn5fGI/AAAAAAAADnU/jWi09zNR7X0/s400/Mavis..png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447394949596806242" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dom randomly gave me a cute care bear! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ohemgee thanks my dear! love you loads!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i seriously love random gifts, it makes you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;feel more appreciated than a impending gift&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you'd already know you'd get. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;surprises rock&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but the suspense suck doesn't it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;wonderland &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I was supposed to have frolick session with dear serene today! but she couldn't make 'cuz of work :/ so i went out with josh instead! thahaha. it was our first 'date'. Caught alice in the wonderland! It was fantastic. Graphics was hell awesome and the actors were good. Especially Johnny Depp and Anne Hathaway. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;imagine me in wonderland, omg i want that rabbit and i want the cute hedgehog that appeared for prolly a minute in the movie (: Josh was like cracking his knuckles on purpose 'cuz he knows i don't like it. hahahah ass right. I feel damn weird calling josh, josh 'cuz my cousin is like joshua as well and it's like i'm calling my cousin. :/ why are there so many joshuas in the world! see mavis is so much more practical. (: I even have a tuition centre named after me okay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;test after test after test today. Test Week sucks. Tell you the truth, i'm not surprised if i didn't do well 'cuz everything was so clogged together. I know it's not as if A levels is not cramped but yah, cut some slack, we're just in the beginning. There are some thing i totally have no idea about is actually how to apply Economics to the paper itself. I know the concepts but i freaking do not know how to apply it! econs is a sucks. and then G.P.. OH GOSH.. kill me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;in my daydream, in my sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;infatuation turning into disease&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I want a Spill Canvas band shirt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32980411-5835670698121197876?l=februarymaybe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32980411/posts/default/5835670698121197876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32980411/posts/default/5835670698121197876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://februarymaybe.blogspot.com/2010/03/surprise-surprise-dom-randomly-gave-me.html' title=''/><author><name>mavis kathryn benedict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14467025845837565728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/SxDxqZU3BAI/AAAAAAAADK4/AHTsx_keZM8/S220/images.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S5kI2Fn5fGI/AAAAAAAADnU/jWi09zNR7X0/s72-c/Mavis..png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32980411.post-43189005360091925</id><published>2010-03-08T22:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T22:19:08.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;cheeromatic&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;visited HIHS again today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;whenever i step and walk around HIHS now, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i actually have the sense of belonging there which i DID NOT have &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when i was ACTUALLY in there?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;weird huh, how people feel regret only in the aftermath. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so anyhow, school's been great - not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i had major cramps today and i felt like ripping leonard's hair off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he kept taking my arm and twisting it. haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you tell me what kind of sadistic friend is this?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he smiles and laughs when i say, "ouch, leonard let me go."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;omg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i really want the 4 of us (edna, jassy, nella and me)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to hang out soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;though i see edna and nella like all the time in school,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i miss them as a WHOLE. like the 4 of us crapping like no end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;boo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;honestly speaking right,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;other than shiqi and liling,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they're the only ones i have already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;gosh so little people revolve around me! and they're all girls!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i don't actually have a good guy friend now ever since Aus left.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;boo again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i can't wait for GP cuz my teacher looks like a panda.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a cute panda.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32980411-43189005360091925?l=februarymaybe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32980411/posts/default/43189005360091925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32980411/posts/default/43189005360091925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://februarymaybe.blogspot.com/2010/03/cheeromatic-visited-hihs-again-today.html' title=''/><author><name>mavis kathryn benedict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14467025845837565728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/SxDxqZU3BAI/AAAAAAAADK4/AHTsx_keZM8/S220/images.jpeg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32980411.post-5612581994590651697</id><published>2010-03-05T22:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T19:08:09.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;POP! goes the weasel&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S5EWstBk7YI/AAAAAAAADnM/WQ8cZltX5sc/s400/IMG_0500.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445158381723905410" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;what else can i say? what revolves around me is just school, school, and school. it's been just a few weeks and the people(classmates) around me have already been mugging. like, seriously, hardcore? in school study, during breaks study, after school also study. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then whereas for me, in school eat, during breaks eat, after school also eat. you tell me how. why am i such a glutton bombom. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but really, why study so hard now! i mean like, yes it's good to be consistent in work but all they do is study study study! sheesh! JC life is tough, yes. but if they keep mugging now, they're bound to break when A levels are nearing, i swear. we have a brain, not a super brain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so today is Dance Friday. Where all my fridays are dedicated to dance. CCA dance. After CCA rush to ballet= dance. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i think i really have to apologise to miss gina for my actions today. :/ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The moment i stepped in and dance on barre i whined and whined cuz my legs, stomach and back was so painful. And yah, she scolded me for whining. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;For a brief moment&lt;/b&gt; i felt really maligned? 'cuz like i was thinking more of myself, i've been dancing the whole day and gees, cut some slack. But i thought during during ballet and what miss gina said was really true. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;"If you don't have what it takes to handle both, don't. Quit."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what i've realised and realised hard was that things doesn't always have to go MY way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't whine whenever and wherever. There's a limit to it and once i cross that boundary, the people around me would snap. Thank God miss gina woke me up today. (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Should i text her an apology? I think i should right. But tomorrow got ballet eh wouldn't it be weird? aiya. don't know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;this is his face, i punched his face&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i saw this guy on the bus. he looked at me and i looked at him. for 2 seconds, i thought i was in his eyes, in another world. After those 2 seconds, i went to an empty seat and started drinking sour plum ice blended. And life carried on. (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sounds so cool right! and he was pretty cute! okay, handsome. and hot! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay superficial me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but seriously, isn't that the first thing we take NOTE of a person? it's an external expression people bring about themselves. we're bound to look at the external THEN the internal right. stupid people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what, &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;"people are beautiful in their own ways"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; c'mon lah. BE REALISTIC. bullshit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;loser, hello hello get a grip, get over it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;poser, stylo milo get a grip, i'm over it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;taught my chummies in school. They seem to like it! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32980411-5612581994590651697?l=februarymaybe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32980411/posts/default/5612581994590651697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32980411/posts/default/5612581994590651697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://februarymaybe.blogspot.com/2010/03/pop-goes-weasel-what-else-can-i-say.html' title=''/><author><name>mavis kathryn benedict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14467025845837565728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/SxDxqZU3BAI/AAAAAAAADK4/AHTsx_keZM8/S220/images.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S5EWstBk7YI/AAAAAAAADnM/WQ8cZltX5sc/s72-c/IMG_0500.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32980411.post-7900687411655103222</id><published>2010-02-25T21:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T22:06:01.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;golfanot&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S4Z-x9m6GgI/AAAAAAAADnE/OtWNRQB_ScQ/s400/Photo+on+2010-02-25+at+20.17+%232.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442176596540267010" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my daddy went to see this don't know what golf thing and he was able to get the signatures of the best women golfers in the world. He was telling ana not to wash the hat. C'mon man, ana washes everything, even a &lt;i&gt;camera&lt;/i&gt;. Why not a hat with scribbles? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So daddy was happily boasting to me the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;red &lt;/span&gt;signature on is signed by the BEST FEMALE GOLFER in the WORLD. Nice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I would be the..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;BEST FEMALE EGG-EATER IN THE WORLD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;how does that sound? awesome much? yeah..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;actually i sound like a dinosaur. :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;the night smells like december&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;and we're undercover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;staking out what could&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Be better than all the money in the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: -webkit-xxx-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Studied with Sab and Honami after school. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was damn damn damn funny man! Sab is one of the funniest person i have ever met in my life! hahaha. It was damn funny cuz i was telling her * had B.O and her expression was freaking funny. Studying with them was productive too! (: I think i'm getting the hang of econs now! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;LOVE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sab and nami we must study again kay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;i love you but i need not love you now&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&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 had a bite of chicken nugget during dindin. Annoying Ana she didn't tell me that was nugget luh! I thought it was cheese tofu and i just took a huge bite. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;omgg~ the chicken tasted DAMN GOOOD. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And now i'm craving for meat now.. MEAAAAAAAT. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;okay i sound like a dinosaur 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;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;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;see every lil' thing as it is. and love it&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32980411-7900687411655103222?l=februarymaybe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32980411/posts/default/7900687411655103222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32980411/posts/default/7900687411655103222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://februarymaybe.blogspot.com/2010/02/golfanot-my-daddy-went-to-see-this-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>mavis kathryn benedict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14467025845837565728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/SxDxqZU3BAI/AAAAAAAADK4/AHTsx_keZM8/S220/images.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S4Z-x9m6GgI/AAAAAAAADnE/OtWNRQB_ScQ/s72-c/Photo+on+2010-02-25+at+20.17+%232.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32980411.post-7012859476386702181</id><published>2010-02-24T21:40:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T22:06:04.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;twist a love&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S4Ut2xWy50I/AAAAAAAADm8/FsKJZ4OqdGk/s400/Photo+on+2010-02-20+at+23.05.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441806143732246338" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I like Royce. Do you like royce too?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know everyone loves royce cuz royce is oh-so-mmm-mmm good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S4Ut2TyZ5qI/AAAAAAAADm0/ySv4qlBNZlo/s400/Photo+on+2010-02-21+at+23.09.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441806135794984610" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I could finally study/talk to shiqi yesterday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I missed her so so so so so so so much man. :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We took photos! (again)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S4Ut2MpNi6I/AAAAAAAADms/N_K7fE6Q_Nk/s400/Photo+on+2010-02-23+at+18.16+%232.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441806133877377954" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S4Ut1m6bTxI/AAAAAAAADmk/8yArl4QSPBE/s1600-h/Photo+on+2010-02-23+at+18.16+%233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S4Ut1m6bTxI/AAAAAAAADmk/8yArl4QSPBE/s400/Photo+on+2010-02-23+at+18.16+%233.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441806123749035794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S4Ut1ZzU9PI/AAAAAAAADmc/1vvw6Ut4Huw/s1600-h/Photo+on+2010-02-23+at+18.19+%232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S4Ut1ZzU9PI/AAAAAAAADmc/1vvw6Ut4Huw/s400/Photo+on+2010-02-23+at+18.19+%232.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441806120229598450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I drew a picture of her. Nice?? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i think it's a masterpiece.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The head's out of shape just like shiqi's!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My drawing is drawn with great precision.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sooo, what you see in the picture and what you see of shiqi! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S4Utdc96CKI/AAAAAAAADmU/l5VzBO4HJWs/s1600-h/Photo+on+2010-02-23+at+18.23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S4Utdc96CKI/AAAAAAAADmU/l5VzBO4HJWs/s400/Photo+on+2010-02-23+at+18.23.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441805708762417314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S4UtdN2jydI/AAAAAAAADmM/EgCCBjnWOFE/s400/Photo+on+2010-02-23+at+18.24.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441805704705067474" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S4Utc13JB8I/AAAAAAAADmE/D6PX9CsVa2A/s1600-h/Photo+on+2010-02-23+at+18.24+%232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S4Utc13JB8I/AAAAAAAADmE/D6PX9CsVa2A/s400/Photo+on+2010-02-23+at+18.24+%232.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441805698265057218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S4UtcdQZg_I/AAAAAAAADl8/BNUhb82eoJw/s1600-h/Photo+on+2010-02-23+at+18.29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S4UtcdQZg_I/AAAAAAAADl8/BNUhb82eoJw/s400/Photo+on+2010-02-23+at+18.29.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441805691660108786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I look like an alien with only 4 fingers on my left hand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Shiqi looks like she has none.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S4UtcDi0piI/AAAAAAAADl0/hVRwYH1NV7U/s1600-h/Photo+on+2010-02-23+at+18.29+%232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S4UtcDi0piI/AAAAAAAADl0/hVRwYH1NV7U/s400/Photo+on+2010-02-23+at+18.29+%232.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441805684758062626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S4UtEXR9BeI/AAAAAAAADls/_w1LdMlYnBI/s1600-h/Photo+on+2010-02-23+at+18.29+%233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S4UtEXR9BeI/AAAAAAAADls/_w1LdMlYnBI/s400/Photo+on+2010-02-23+at+18.29+%233.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441805277739156962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S4UtD1ip8yI/AAAAAAAADlk/qqL5LCpRMDg/s1600-h/Photo+on+2010-02-23+at+18.30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S4UtD1ip8yI/AAAAAAAADlk/qqL5LCpRMDg/s400/Photo+on+2010-02-23+at+18.30.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441805268682404642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S4UtDhzK3ZI/AAAAAAAADlc/ni71o9pzBXc/s1600-h/Photo+on+2010-02-23+at+18.31.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S4UtDhzK3ZI/AAAAAAAADlc/ni71o9pzBXc/s400/Photo+on+2010-02-23+at+18.31.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441805263382961554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S4UtDDkueEI/AAAAAAAADlU/Z_pdodLl9AI/s1600-h/Photo+on+2010-02-23+at+18.31+%232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S4UtDDkueEI/AAAAAAAADlU/Z_pdodLl9AI/s400/Photo+on+2010-02-23+at+18.31+%232.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441805255269316674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S4UtCxSkmpI/AAAAAAAADlM/MmmKumDUfCM/s1600-h/Photo+on+2010-02-23+at+18.33.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S4UtCxSkmpI/AAAAAAAADlM/MmmKumDUfCM/s400/Photo+on+2010-02-23+at+18.33.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441805250361334418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ohhh retarded hands&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S4Uso9MR6VI/AAAAAAAADlE/uD66D9OgYBA/s1600-h/Photo+on+2010-02-23+at+18.33+%232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S4Uso9MR6VI/AAAAAAAADlE/uD66D9OgYBA/s400/Photo+on+2010-02-23+at+18.33+%232.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441804806879570258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;flamingo meets ball of light.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S4UsoajaoVI/AAAAAAAADk8/RWCfCl0iETg/s1600-h/Photo+on+2010-02-23+at+18.33+%233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S4UsoajaoVI/AAAAAAAADk8/RWCfCl0iETg/s400/Photo+on+2010-02-23+at+18.33+%233.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441804797581369682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;if you like reeeally look closely right,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my left eye, aye no. my right eye is bigger than my left eye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;AMAAAZZZING.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the pupil is bigger too! :O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S4UsoMlAgaI/AAAAAAAADk0/L_abFuZmlQM/s1600-h/Photo+on+2010-02-23+at+18.34+%233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S4UsoMlAgaI/AAAAAAAADk0/L_abFuZmlQM/s400/Photo+on+2010-02-23+at+18.34+%233.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441804793829949858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S4UsnsJNzgI/AAAAAAAADks/XQiscgo3Vww/s1600-h/Photo+on+2010-02-23+at+19.51.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S4UsnsJNzgI/AAAAAAAADks/XQiscgo3Vww/s400/Photo+on+2010-02-23+at+19.51.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441804785123446274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;love this bitch. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S4UsnXbGRLI/AAAAAAAADkk/lbMNhTyGc5g/s1600-h/Photo+on+2010-02-23+at+19.52.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S4UsnXbGRLI/AAAAAAAADkk/lbMNhTyGc5g/s400/Photo+on+2010-02-23+at+19.52.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441804779561305266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dance was awesome today. We danced to 'Goodbye My Lover' (: Loved it. Actually i like ballet but i just don't like sucking at it i guess? Like i think i realised why i don't like ballet. I think it's because i suck at it? And naturally if you suck at something, you'll hate it. I didn't hate hiphop because, frankly, i was good at it. That's why i liked it? Maybe this was the whole problem of me. I don't really know how to accept some situations and make the best of it? I just whine and hate it and think something good will happen naturally, like a miracle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But hey, mavis kathryn benedict, life isn't full of cupcakes and candyfloss yah. Life is cruel and painful! So, deal with it. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;goodbye my lover, goodbye my friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I shall spam listen to this song to really get the feel of this song. Maybe i would dance better, by feeling the whole purpose of the song? I really want to express myself by dance. Like when i'm feeling powerful i'll dance hiphop, when i'm feeling really sad i'll dance contemp, when i feel graceful yet strong i'll dance ballet. Wow. Beautiful, isn't it. How dance can express such diverse emotions. thahaha. what the hell am i talking about. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't wait for mumsie to come back from Chicago. :/ Ever since she left i've been like really slacking. Guess what time i came to school today!! 9.30 am. -___- school started at 7.30. HAHA. OMG RIGHT. I woke up late for 2 days in a row. Gosh, mumsie come back home now! HAHAH. Who am i kidding? I should enjoy life right now! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i think my toes look like grapes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;rotten grapes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32980411-7012859476386702181?l=februarymaybe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32980411/posts/default/7012859476386702181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32980411/posts/default/7012859476386702181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://februarymaybe.blogspot.com/2010/02/twist-love-hi.html' title=''/><author><name>mavis kathryn benedict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14467025845837565728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/SxDxqZU3BAI/AAAAAAAADK4/AHTsx_keZM8/S220/images.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S4Ut2xWy50I/AAAAAAAADm8/FsKJZ4OqdGk/s72-c/Photo+on+2010-02-20+at+23.05.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32980411.post-676009897549345735</id><published>2010-02-19T23:38:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T00:32:43.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  color: rgb(48, 48, 48); line-height: 21px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;maybe all we can do is to hope that we end up with the right regrets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#303030;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#303030;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#303030;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;I am going to sacrifice meat and profanities for 40 days. Okay, i'd refrain from vulgarities after the 40 days too but yeah, the 40 days would be a warm-up for me. (: Wish me luck. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#303030;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#303030;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Today wasn't the very best of days. It's actually by the little little actions that paints the whole picture but not the general idea of what the picture is. It's like looking at the fishes in the sea from sky view and not just by looking at the sea itself. You look much deeper within and you will see the whole notion of everything?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#303030;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt; I took a look at the fishes in the sea today. I get the picture now. I get everything. All bright and clear. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#303030;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Some things are just not as what you think and expect it to be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#303030;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;maybe what i told myself last time is true, that relationships are meant to be broken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#303030;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;And through the break up, you'd eventually break more relationships. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#303030;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;What you expect may not be in reality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#303030;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt; Reality would slowly claw it's way out from the ground and reveal itself to you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#303030;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#303030;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#303030;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;On the brighter note, i 'reconciled' with gabriel. HAHA. Funny but yeah. Had dindin with nick, steffi and him today. It was a little awkward yesterday but it got better today. Ate at Manhattan Fish Market. Actually, I thought being alone with him would be awkward but hey, actually not. When we were walking home I could actually talk to him like usual? I guess that's a good thing? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#303030;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;I hope history won't repeat itself. :/ hahah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#303030;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;On the brightest note, I made friends in Dance today! That's really good 'cuz i'm actually the only dance person in my class? Which really sucks 'cuz that means i have to re-socialise with the people in dance which really sucks. Thank goodness i make friends easily! I think. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#303030;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#303030;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;All's well ends well, i'm just gonna forget every shit that happened today. Hope for the better, prepare for the worst.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#303030;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#303030;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;I miss jaslyn and shiqi so much, it kinda hurts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32980411-676009897549345735?l=februarymaybe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32980411/posts/default/676009897549345735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32980411/posts/default/676009897549345735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://februarymaybe.blogspot.com/2010/02/maybe-all-we-can-do-is-to-hope-that-we.html' title=''/><author><name>mavis kathryn benedict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14467025845837565728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/SxDxqZU3BAI/AAAAAAAADK4/AHTsx_keZM8/S220/images.jpeg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32980411.post-3629246119844884962</id><published>2010-02-14T01:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T01:43:29.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S3bkuQU8piI/AAAAAAAADkU/NpNqNIfPh1g/s1600-h/Photo+on+2010-02-13+at+23.57+%233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S3bkuQU8piI/AAAAAAAADkU/NpNqNIfPh1g/s400/Photo+on+2010-02-13+at+23.57+%233.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437785083404396066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy (not so) cheena new year everyone!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tell you the truth, i'm totally not in this festive mood this year. everything's so not cheena-ish this time. guess what! i didn't buy any new year clothing too! like yes, i have clothes that i haven't wear yet but i did not buy FOR chinese new year. normally i would but this year's an exception. i ate a lot of mushroom with hair (not literally) this year. Sudden craving. Abalone tasted like rubberbands this year. Salmon still tasted as good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we didn't lou yu sheng. :/ that was my favourite part of chinese new year, other than the eating part.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i think joe's back. you know, my frienemy. Joe the Lizard Which Walks On The Floor. he eats the mozzies, yes. BUT DOES HE HAVE TO WALK ON THE FLOOR. I named him Joe cuz, he looked like a joe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i went out with max today. we were so close yet so far on Boys Like Girls day. He was there and i was there too. But he didn't know i was there and i didn't know he was there until i told him i was there and he told me he was there on Boys Like Girls day. Am i confusing you? Yes? Good. I don't like you either.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so sorry i'm supposed to be happy because it's technically, HAPPY chinese new year. But i'm so sorry to disappoint you. I'm not happy at all. In fact, SCREW CHINESE NEW YEAR TO YOU. hahah, i'm being all feisty and all. I'm not always like that (: I reckon my mens' coming. This happens all the time when i have my mens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i adore food but my waistline doesn't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32980411-3629246119844884962?l=februarymaybe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32980411/posts/default/3629246119844884962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32980411/posts/default/3629246119844884962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://februarymaybe.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-not-so-cheena-new-year-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>mavis kathryn benedict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14467025845837565728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/SxDxqZU3BAI/AAAAAAAADK4/AHTsx_keZM8/S220/images.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S3bkuQU8piI/AAAAAAAADkU/NpNqNIfPh1g/s72-c/Photo+on+2010-02-13+at+23.57+%233.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32980411.post-8600519237733130085</id><published>2010-02-13T00:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T01:13:54.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;weirdness matters&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;finally got the mac back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Soooo, yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;CAM-WHOREEEE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S3WHXEDCQ3I/AAAAAAAADjE/JPlvq5UmZ_0/s400/Photo+on+2010-02-12+at+22.34.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437400955412956018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S3WHWy08xdI/AAAAAAAADi8/CyTlH1dzGK0/s1600-h/Photo+on+2010-02-12+at+22.34+%234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S3WHWy08xdI/AAAAAAAADi8/CyTlH1dzGK0/s400/Photo+on+2010-02-12+at+22.34+%234.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437400950790473170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S3WHWW7qqWI/AAAAAAAADi0/rq6lAQB_rIg/s1600-h/Photo+on+2010-02-12+at+22.34+%236.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S3WHWW7qqWI/AAAAAAAADi0/rq6lAQB_rIg/s400/Photo+on+2010-02-12+at+22.34+%236.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437400943302453602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S3WHGKMPG2I/AAAAAAAADik/kck-0EK5dhc/s400/Photo+on+2010-02-12+at+22.35+%233.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437400665004383074" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S3WHFdYmB8I/AAAAAAAADiU/lMC19hiGR28/s400/Photo+on+2010-02-12+at+22.35+%235.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437400652976621506" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;omg why is my font blue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've been looking more at girls than guys lately.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's like i'm turning to a bi or something. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay, I think maybe it's just &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;GIRLS are HOTTER than GUYS. :D That's that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;there are some days that i just feel alien. Some days I feel like an egg. Some days i just feel damn plain weird. People think i'm weird and strange. Sometimes i wonder if that's a good thing or a bad thing? I don't think it's a good thing. In some form or way, my actions are difficult to comprehend to normal people, i guess?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I know liling's weird. (: hahah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;okay i don't really know how to give an example to my strangeness but ya, i'm strange. self-explanatory? I met my fellow HIHS people today to visit HIHS. The chinese new year celebration was, in one word, BORING, literally. I would prefer to listen to a lecture than to see that 'celebration'. I don't know why can performances be that boring. I almost died.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;there are some things i would REALLLY wanna shout it out and type it down here but i can't! i think once i do i'll like blow everything up and everything's going to be salad (term: screwed up)  Sigh, secret diaries won't work b'cuz i know it won't be a secret anymore since i told my diary. My diary tells my secrets to a lot of people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sometimes i think i'm a popcorn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;when i'm too hot, i pop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32980411-8600519237733130085?l=februarymaybe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32980411/posts/default/8600519237733130085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32980411/posts/default/8600519237733130085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://februarymaybe.blogspot.com/2010/02/weirdness-matters-finally-got-mac-back.html' title=''/><author><name>mavis kathryn benedict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14467025845837565728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/SxDxqZU3BAI/AAAAAAAADK4/AHTsx_keZM8/S220/images.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S3WIg_yEXxI/AAAAAAAADkM/-WLqYGgPKak/s72-c/mavis-+glamour+kills.-2.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32980411.post-7113044051757695660</id><published>2010-02-10T22:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T23:07:46.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;marathon affection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S3LJhkCrXbI/AAAAAAAADh8/k9WlOnlA79g/s400/19248_299984160317_614250317_4026798_1659529_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436629278637383090" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S3LJhTG5LpI/AAAAAAAADh0/IHcGXj90Rww/s1600-h/19248_299984140317_614250317_4026796_6324573_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S3LJhTG5LpI/AAAAAAAADh0/IHcGXj90Rww/s400/19248_299984140317_614250317_4026796_6324573_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436629274091662994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;love my class, love my school, love my life. What can be any better? (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ohmygod i feel so Honami today :D hahahha. Honami's like our awesome Bimbo in our class!! She darn darn darn funny! hahah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mummy added me on Facebook. That is like, sooooooo weird. What if I have (suddenly) a secret boyfriend or something? Like I went out lying to her I went to study :O She will so know about it. I bet she will &lt;b&gt;STALK&lt;/b&gt; me on facebook. I'll &lt;b&gt;STALK&lt;/b&gt; her back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel damn damn tired right now. And I can't believe i'm right here, right now, blogging this thing. All I have in my mind is Econs Econs Econs! hahah. &lt;i&gt;Opportunity cost is the lost of potential gain from the next best alternative when one alternative is chosen. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ohmygosh am i awesome or what? I've been reciting the same sentence since morning! haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay my brain memory cannot suffice everything! It's limited. Hence, scarcity occurs. HAHAH. Omg what the hell am i talking about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can i talk more next time? I'm getting a tweeny lazy. My eyes burrrrnnn and I smell like men now.  :O just kidding i smell like flowers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32980411-7113044051757695660?l=februarymaybe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32980411/posts/default/7113044051757695660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32980411/posts/default/7113044051757695660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://februarymaybe.blogspot.com/2010/02/marathon-affection-love-my-class-love.html' title=''/><author><name>mavis kathryn benedict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14467025845837565728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/SxDxqZU3BAI/AAAAAAAADK4/AHTsx_keZM8/S220/images.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S3LJhkCrXbI/AAAAAAAADh8/k9WlOnlA79g/s72-c/19248_299984160317_614250317_4026798_1659529_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32980411.post-4248171081319455187</id><published>2010-02-06T17:06:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T18:16:58.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;individual sacrifice&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Orientation lovin' &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In a nutshell, orientation in SRJC was great~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Especially the mass picnic in the field! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My classmates are great which made&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;everything uber good! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S200a7qVpaI/AAAAAAAADhs/9WfVf5JQ_0I/s400/1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435057962602571170" /&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;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S200amGxvkI/AAAAAAAADhk/gQRpNatlj20/s400/2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435057956816272962" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is meredith!! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S200aZB1U5I/AAAAAAAADhc/KnJE1cYIAa0/s400/17552_289643375821_531995821_3267915_807569_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435057953305875346" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;from left to right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;helen, vanessa, sabrina, me and ed (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S200aAZR22I/AAAAAAAADhU/eC2oDY3SGek/s1600-h/17552_289643760821_531995821_3267949_7854057_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S200aAZR22I/AAAAAAAADhU/eC2oDY3SGek/s400/17552_289643760821_531995821_3267949_7854057_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435057946693327714" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hahah, one of the games. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;brandon and I partner-ed and he was blindfolded.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So i was his eyess :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it was damn funny cuz he was like,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"mavis where where!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;thahahah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S200ZnHvKgI/AAAAAAAADhM/d16YoCRlXbw/s1600-h/17047_291367697116_524447116_4042112_1393190_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S200ZnHvKgI/AAAAAAAADhM/d16YoCRlXbw/s1600-h/17047_291367697116_524447116_4042112_1393190_n.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S200ZnHvKgI/AAAAAAAADhM/d16YoCRlXbw/s400/17047_291367697116_524447116_4042112_1393190_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435057939908864514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S200OI0uttI/AAAAAAAADhE/0uibDeerW_k/s400/17047_291367752116_524447116_4042118_425226_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435057742797518546" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;leonard, brandon, me, vanessa, jia(o)wei, trisha, mere and ed! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S200NkxN9PI/AAAAAAAADg8/E1Gr35etH38/s1600-h/17047_291367757116_524447116_4042119_3523039_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S200NkxN9PI/AAAAAAAADg8/E1Gr35etH38/s400/17047_291367757116_524447116_4042119_3523039_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435057733119112434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;love taking photos under the sun! hahah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;don't all of us look so damn good! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S200NBTrSbI/AAAAAAAADg0/BTzZxi9hJaI/s1600-h/17047_291367797116_524447116_4042122_6427177_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S200NBTrSbI/AAAAAAAADg0/BTzZxi9hJaI/s400/17047_291367797116_524447116_4042122_6427177_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435057723599964594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S200M_uilfI/AAAAAAAADgs/G9K7f0tGohk/s400/17047_291367897116_524447116_4042129_3866115_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435057723175769586" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S200MqL8M4I/AAAAAAAADgk/ZRzCRWf-rzE/s1600-h/17047_291367902116_524447116_4042130_3289202_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S200MqL8M4I/AAAAAAAADgk/ZRzCRWf-rzE/s400/17047_291367902116_524447116_4042130_3289202_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435057717393503106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S20z_h_61WI/AAAAAAAADgc/5KLreI-EVws/s1600-h/17047_291367912116_524447116_4042131_4399261_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S20z_h_61WI/AAAAAAAADgc/5KLreI-EVws/s400/17047_291367912116_524447116_4042131_4399261_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435057491857298786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S20z_bBfY7I/AAAAAAAADgU/-Kk5U6TxbwY/s1600-h/17047_291368037116_524447116_4042139_975249_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S20z_bBfY7I/AAAAAAAADgU/-Kk5U6TxbwY/s400/17047_291368037116_524447116_4042139_975249_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435057489984840626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;best weather ever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sunny + windy!! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S20z_IblLMI/AAAAAAAADgM/xUxdwwDM680/s1600-h/17047_291368057116_524447116_4042140_2104531_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S20z_IblLMI/AAAAAAAADgM/xUxdwwDM680/s400/17047_291368057116_524447116_4042140_2104531_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435057484993998018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S20z-zpjxVI/AAAAAAAADgE/9ZJnODboyLw/s1600-h/17047_291368072116_524447116_4042141_284470_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S20z-zpjxVI/AAAAAAAADgE/9ZJnODboyLw/s400/17047_291368072116_524447116_4042141_284470_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435057479415481682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S20z-uSJMEI/AAAAAAAADf8/qodMF_UrAVw/s1600-h/17047_291368247116_524447116_4042155_6868336_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S20z-uSJMEI/AAAAAAAADf8/qodMF_UrAVw/s400/17047_291368247116_524447116_4042155_6868336_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435057477975093314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S20zwjmBmGI/AAAAAAAADf0/a1nxYDtOp68/s1600-h/17047_291368257116_524447116_4042156_4341917_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S20zwjmBmGI/AAAAAAAADf0/a1nxYDtOp68/s400/17047_291368257116_524447116_4042156_4341917_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435057234587523170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S20zwHva10I/AAAAAAAADfs/IXYbHA2S1i0/s1600-h/17047_291368277116_524447116_4042157_4922065_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S20zwHva10I/AAAAAAAADfs/IXYbHA2S1i0/s400/17047_291368277116_524447116_4042157_4922065_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435057227110733634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S20zv2wNzhI/AAAAAAAADfk/ZAzAmS91mLo/s1600-h/17047_291368317116_524447116_4042161_6566905_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S20zv2wNzhI/AAAAAAAADfk/ZAzAmS91mLo/s400/17047_291368317116_524447116_4042161_6566905_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435057222550670866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S20zvfLP32I/AAAAAAAADfc/1LRXG5MeAZI/s1600-h/17047_291368347116_524447116_4042163_2236216_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S20zvfLP32I/AAAAAAAADfc/1LRXG5MeAZI/s400/17047_291368347116_524447116_4042163_2236216_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435057216221601634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;don't the 5 of us look like some super people or something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;like 'justice league'! *shines* HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S20zvEAUYnI/AAAAAAAADfU/4ePzi-aYLw4/s1600-h/17047_291368357116_524447116_4042164_6749018_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S20zvEAUYnI/AAAAAAAADfU/4ePzi-aYLw4/s400/17047_291368357116_524447116_4042164_6749018_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435057208928002674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S20zJOO9i7I/AAAAAAAADfM/0OaelSnM2yg/s1600-h/17047_291368457116_524447116_4042172_4567706_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S20zJOO9i7I/AAAAAAAADfM/0OaelSnM2yg/s400/17047_291368457116_524447116_4042172_4567706_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435056558838746034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S20zI1Jg2NI/AAAAAAAADfE/F-9sxGp4Vog/s1600-h/17047_291368482116_524447116_4042174_3301391_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S20zI1Jg2NI/AAAAAAAADfE/F-9sxGp4Vog/s400/17047_291368482116_524447116_4042174_3301391_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435056552105007314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S20zIkgeNsI/AAAAAAAADe8/eSFq2SamX30/s1600-h/17047_291368492116_524447116_4042175_1149271_n.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S20zIkgeNsI/AAAAAAAADe8/eSFq2SamX30/s400/17047_291368492116_524447116_4042175_1149271_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435056547637900994" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S20zICW60II/AAAAAAAADes/AJQacV519wg/s1600-h/17047_291368592116_524447116_4042183_1977212_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S20zICW60II/AAAAAAAADes/AJQacV519wg/s400/17047_291368592116_524447116_4042183_1977212_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435056538471026818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S20yznCxwFI/AAAAAAAADek/5Guy156YNfA/s1600-h/17047_291368657116_524447116_4042191_5291456_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S20yznCxwFI/AAAAAAAADek/5Guy156YNfA/s400/17047_291368657116_524447116_4042191_5291456_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435056187541405778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S20yzRtdJhI/AAAAAAAADec/_5LNZujp6EU/s1600-h/17047_291368687116_524447116_4042194_2698214_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S20yzRtdJhI/AAAAAAAADec/_5LNZujp6EU/s400/17047_291368687116_524447116_4042194_2698214_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435056181814830610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;mr and mrs smith~ the less hot version :D HAHAH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S20yzFNqpYI/AAAAAAAADeU/DnCuXXJPJ0Q/s1600-h/17047_291368727116_524447116_4042198_3123292_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S20yzFNqpYI/AAAAAAAADeU/DnCuXXJPJ0Q/s400/17047_291368727116_524447116_4042198_3123292_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435056178460272002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S20yy4aDK2I/AAAAAAAADeM/wz5EhjO5WNg/s1600-h/17047_291368742116_524447116_4042199_803083_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S20yy4aDK2I/AAAAAAAADeM/wz5EhjO5WNg/s400/17047_291368742116_524447116_4042199_803083_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435056175022549858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S20yycFZSSI/AAAAAAAADeE/2VMkbMQ6E8c/s1600-h/17047_291368762116_524447116_4042202_1955518_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S20yycFZSSI/AAAAAAAADeE/2VMkbMQ6E8c/s400/17047_291368762116_524447116_4042202_1955518_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435056167419726114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S20yjCm-ydI/AAAAAAAADd8/4v_eg2lzCLk/s1600-h/17047_291368792116_524447116_4042205_1746242_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S20yjCm-ydI/AAAAAAAADd8/4v_eg2lzCLk/s400/17047_291368792116_524447116_4042205_1746242_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435055902883236306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;lilinggg! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S20yi05VlTI/AAAAAAAADd0/zJcrq9F1orI/s1600-h/17047_291368802116_524447116_4042206_2010227_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S20yi05VlTI/AAAAAAAADd0/zJcrq9F1orI/s400/17047_291368802116_524447116_4042206_2010227_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435055899202131250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we were hugging each other&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and then she was trying to drink &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and i was trying to eat. HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S20yiszZWpI/AAAAAAAADds/ip8Zfy7LeP4/s1600-h/17047_291368912116_524447116_4042215_4539503_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S20yiszZWpI/AAAAAAAADds/ip8Zfy7LeP4/s400/17047_291368912116_524447116_4042215_4539503_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435055897029728914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the brother clan (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it's so kewl cuz we're all brothers here! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S20yiG46wvI/AAAAAAAADdk/_WiYb7nqDrQ/s1600-h/17047_291368947116_524447116_4042219_7228875_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S20yiG46wvI/AAAAAAAADdk/_WiYb7nqDrQ/s400/17047_291368947116_524447116_4042219_7228875_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435055886852342514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S20yh7FKlWI/AAAAAAAADdc/9v0IsmK51OQ/s1600-h/17047_291368977116_524447116_4042223_4959389_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S20yh7FKlWI/AAAAAAAADdc/9v0IsmK51OQ/s400/17047_291368977116_524447116_4042223_4959389_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435055883682485602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;leonard taught me mixed martial arts or something&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so i started kicking him. hahah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i'm sucha weakling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S20yHq6LttI/AAAAAAAADdU/9hctgc4r82E/s1600-h/17047_291368992116_524447116_4042224_41578_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S20yHq6LttI/AAAAAAAADdU/9hctgc4r82E/s400/17047_291368992116_524447116_4042224_41578_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435055432664856274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S20yHZF_wtI/AAAAAAAADdM/7gcbfb3N5MI/s1600-h/17047_291369002116_524447116_4042225_4244278_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S20yHZF_wtI/AAAAAAAADdM/7gcbfb3N5MI/s400/17047_291369002116_524447116_4042225_4244278_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435055427882566354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S20yHI_y1sI/AAAAAAAADdE/40iMF8dywBk/s1600-h/17047_291369017116_524447116_4042226_237933_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S20yHI_y1sI/AAAAAAAADdE/40iMF8dywBk/s400/17047_291369017116_524447116_4042226_237933_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435055423561586370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;szeying!! (: my first friend in orientation!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;other than Kevin;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;who has the vibe of melvin. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay, further elaborate later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S20yG0LWOOI/AAAAAAAADc8/EMw12V6eOxM/s1600-h/17047_291369277116_524447116_4042249_2353710_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S20yG0LWOOI/AAAAAAAADc8/EMw12V6eOxM/s400/17047_291369277116_524447116_4042249_2353710_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435055417972898018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Some hawaiian pizza for usss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S20yGq69ipI/AAAAAAAADc0/J0Aa8LvIv64/s1600-h/17047_291369337116_524447116_4042255_6775380_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S20yGq69ipI/AAAAAAAADc0/J0Aa8LvIv64/s400/17047_291369337116_524447116_4042255_6775380_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435055415488252562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S20xflb_nXI/AAAAAAAADck/ak7cv3o3Iu4/s400/17047_291369517116_524447116_4042271_5229988_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435054744001289586" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S20xfZoS0rI/AAAAAAAADcc/UC4Zq21MCWA/s1600-h/17047_291369537116_524447116_4042273_7315968_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S20xfZoS0rI/AAAAAAAADcc/UC4Zq21MCWA/s400/17047_291369537116_524447116_4042273_7315968_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435054740831654578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S20xfNKBLdI/AAAAAAAADcU/lj2Y1ohZEAg/s400/17047_291369562116_524447116_4042274_271743_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435054737483443666" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't mind spending my next 2 years with this class&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;no one seemed to annoy me in this class&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;not like the normal when i see someone and that &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;instant i'd want to slap him/her. heh&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: left;"&gt;yup! orientation was good!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I liked the mass dance a lot! Lollipop~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My partner was kevin tan (the melvin vibe guy)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;seriously.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;it was like secondary school all over again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;the first person i met in secondary school was melvin tan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;and then the first person i talked to in SRJC was kevin tan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;weeird :/ hahah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;he really had the melvin vibe cuz he was like a little gay and all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;haha! like the gaygay kind lah. ya you get what i mean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;i like SRJC! I feel belonged in this school. maybe because before i actually went into this school liling have already introduced me to some of her friends so i already know more people. which made everything easier! i love the people! they're not so ahlian and ahbeng-ish like in HIHS. and not so poser-ish in HIHS where everyone just bitches about whoever they hate. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I think i'm saying this now because this is just only the beginning. hahha, all schools are the same... drama drama everywhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Speaking of&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;HIHS, i went back with crystal my awesome ent yesterday to visit dance!! (: I miss HIHS so much! I used to rant and ramble how much i want to get out of that school but now i just want to sit in the canteen and have the HIHS feeling back. ): Yeah so dance was great! I guess the dancers improved a lot, especially Chloe! I think she was so far the best junior i seen? hahha. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Crystal and I learned a little of the Tiktok! I felt damn good dancing it! Though it was just mere 2 eights only :/ hahaha. I want to dance i want to dance hiphop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;we sat in the canteen and talked about how much we missed HIHS. Like how we normally end dance class and sit in the canteen and eat instant nooodles! good times..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;cherrycherryboomboom&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;had dindin with shiqi last night at gardens! (: though we're in different schools now, i think we'd still be best of friends!! I'm quite sure about that! I missed her sooo much! (: Talked to her about a lot of things over dindin at ChompChomp and Frolick! (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;dreamcatcher&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;last night was the first time i saw her cry so badly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;it was also the first time i cried for someone's heartbreak and not my own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;all i could feel was to feel helpless, i didn't know what to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;so all i did was to hold her hand, maybe that would help, i don't know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;how could someone be so heartless and ridiculous in this world? didn't God teach them to love and to care. If they love they should understand how much it hurts. How much pain it will cost. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sigh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Voodoo Girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;her skin is white cloth,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and she's all sewn apart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and she has many coloured pins&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sticking out of her heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;she has a beautiful set&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;of hypno-disk eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the ones that she uses &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to hypnotize guys&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;she has many different zombies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;who are deeply in her trance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;she even has a zombie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;who was originally from france&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but she knows she has a curse on her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a curse she cannot win&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For if someone gets&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;too close to her,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;the pins stick farther in.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;i don't feel fine, sweetheart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32980411-4248171081319455187?l=februarymaybe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32980411/posts/default/4248171081319455187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32980411/posts/default/4248171081319455187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://februarymaybe.blogspot.com/2010/02/individual-sacrifice-orientation-lovin.html' title=''/><author><name>mavis kathryn benedict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14467025845837565728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/SxDxqZU3BAI/AAAAAAAADK4/AHTsx_keZM8/S220/images.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S200a7qVpaI/AAAAAAAADhs/9WfVf5JQ_0I/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32980411.post-4303578982977439928</id><published>2010-02-04T22:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T22:20:22.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;love like SR&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S2rVaUFee-I/AAAAAAAADb8/WxzWD_Qxd6c/s400/liling.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434390548420918242" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm loving SR, every single bit of it. Even the boring boring, super boring briefings. And every day after I come back home, I'd just bathe and sleep. Thahaha. Love this life!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But I know after this week it's REALLLY back to reality. Books will start beetling in and it'll be time for us/me to mug.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Things in SR had been great! Funfunfun! hahah. My classmates are damn gooood! I like my class! We have soo many different personalities man!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;one is BI, the other is lesbian, one emulates steven lim so on and so forth! (: diverse characters i'd say (: thahahha. LOVE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I just feel so happy being part of this whole school! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;and yes i miss HIHS a lot. I really regret skipping classes all the time! Now i just wanna sit on the typical usual chairs and listen to Mr Anba. Or maybe even Mrs Chin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Good times good times. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;and i met soo many people in SRJC! hahha. cute guys.. a few only luh. I think the one at work's the ultimate. :D But oh well! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Edna's in my class y'know! OMG god's a miracle or what! I really love how God messes with our lives (: In a good way and bad! hahah. For now, it's good. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay, it's 10.20 and i'm gng to tug in. School tomorrow! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32980411-4303578982977439928?l=februarymaybe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32980411/posts/default/4303578982977439928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32980411/posts/default/4303578982977439928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://februarymaybe.blogspot.com/2010/02/love-like-sr-im-loving-sr-every-single.html' title=''/><author><name>mavis kathryn benedict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14467025845837565728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/SxDxqZU3BAI/AAAAAAAADK4/AHTsx_keZM8/S220/images.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S2rVaUFee-I/AAAAAAAADb8/WxzWD_Qxd6c/s72-c/liling.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32980411.post-5160104525112804169</id><published>2010-01-29T12:06:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T19:46:02.481+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thunderbolt affection&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HIIII.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; I haven't been blogging much due to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;number one. having wayyy too much fun in Universal Studio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;number two. The mac is currently being serviced&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;andd&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;number three. I didn't go out very often = my life veh boring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So, let's get kickin'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Went out with Ed, Matt and Bryan last monday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was a last minute thing cuz I was finally free!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;First intention: Accompany Edna to shop with those girls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Unfortunately, they bailed out and whatev. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Honestly speaking, wayyyy to irresponsible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Soup spoon-ed first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432489218359441234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S2QUKVp0N1I/AAAAAAAADb0/lwLgSzOQFyc/s400/17047_277360572116_524447116_3992442_7921105_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S2QUJ-zKI9I/AAAAAAAADbs/ZyelS9ZRPY0/s1600-h/17047_277360612116_524447116_3992446_4744834_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432489212224611282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S2QUJ-zKI9I/AAAAAAAADbs/ZyelS9ZRPY0/s400/17047_277360612116_524447116_3992446_4744834_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The bowl is BIGGER THAN MY HEAD!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S2QUJigWQQI/AAAAAAAADbk/JwhoZovn8oE/s1600-h/17047_277360677116_524447116_3992452_1000623_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432489204629520642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S2QUJigWQQI/AAAAAAAADbk/JwhoZovn8oE/s400/17047_277360677116_524447116_3992452_1000623_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Matt totally ruined the nice picture man, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S2QUJVXUt4I/AAAAAAAADbc/UqUNZb8Bv54/s1600-h/17047_277360682116_524447116_3992453_3813343_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432489201102010242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S2QUJVXUt4I/AAAAAAAADbc/UqUNZb8Bv54/s400/17047_277360682116_524447116_3992453_3813343_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and again, ruined by him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we were nearby so we visited jasssy dear!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gosh i missed her like maddd!!! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S2QUI9jD3TI/AAAAAAAADbU/md-XBaPib-4/s1600-h/17047_277360722116_524447116_3992458_1543407_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432489194708786482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S2QUI9jD3TI/AAAAAAAADbU/md-XBaPib-4/s400/17047_277360722116_524447116_3992458_1543407_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S2QTDHC6rRI/AAAAAAAADbM/dT1AYHSuTS0/s1600-h/17047_277360747116_524447116_3992461_3590656_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432487994667478290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S2QTDHC6rRI/AAAAAAAADbM/dT1AYHSuTS0/s400/17047_277360747116_524447116_3992461_3590656_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S2QTCsY9SGI/AAAAAAAADbE/iNhNEce9z_4/s1600-h/17047_277360802116_524447116_3992466_7001207_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432487987512166498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S2QTCsY9SGI/AAAAAAAADbE/iNhNEce9z_4/s400/17047_277360802116_524447116_3992466_7001207_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught New York I Love You. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Suckssz. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I totally didn't understand the whole concept of the story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was like, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"so, why New York I Love You."??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They made it in such a way that shows the different lives&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the new yorkers have. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it's wayyy to complex for me to comprehend. -__-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cannot make it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH YAH, I suck at abbreviations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I only found out what FML and.. TTM meant last week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And sometimes it takes a while for me to know,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FML is.. Fuck my life, yes. Fuck my life. GOSH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, ed and bryan ate at the Shokudo or something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S2QTCZupgbI/AAAAAAAADa8/gYduTOM94hc/s1600-h/17047_277360842116_524447116_3992469_2389394_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432487982502871474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S2QTCZupgbI/AAAAAAAADa8/gYduTOM94hc/s400/17047_277360842116_524447116_3992469_2389394_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S2QTBsmiemI/AAAAAAAADas/X7D9xEy7qqQ/s1600-h/17047_277360967116_524447116_3992482_3501121_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432487970389260898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S2QTBsmiemI/AAAAAAAADas/X7D9xEy7qqQ/s400/17047_277360967116_524447116_3992482_3501121_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We were awfully nice to wait for jass till 10 you know!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432487978545119458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S2QTCK_DAOI/AAAAAAAADa0/Edm9OPuCa_o/s400/17047_277361032116_524447116_3992489_5905248_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432482297663914050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S2QN3gDbAEI/AAAAAAAADak/YwO-RQLUmTI/s400/17047_277361012116_524447116_3992487_3695417_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432482284820617666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S2QN2wNV2cI/AAAAAAAADaU/5dSKXji-JKI/s400/17047_277361062116_524447116_3992495_4665399_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432482283534548626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S2QN2rat_pI/AAAAAAAADaM/ndrgWcZBtf0/s400/17047_277361087116_524447116_3992498_7744380_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;KITE FLYING&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My first time ever to fly a kite!! *well almost* (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our first 2 kites were damn jialat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we only managed to fly it properly at the...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;30th attempt?? hahah. Probably MORE!&lt;br /&gt;Then it drizzled!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hunted for shelter and played Tabboooo. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and eat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432023810694024178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S2Js4C_hi_I/AAAAAAAADX0/DdmThwzrAWs/s400/17858_280454420427_507130427_5061414_4414965_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See! these are our 2 'awesome' kites. (: ahhaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432018190452698370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S2Jnw59krQI/AAAAAAAADWk/rbC7x0XiQj4/s400/17858_280446715427_507130427_5061370_6111993_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432480870090411090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S2QMkZ7YDFI/AAAAAAAADZ0/7jDGu12_a_w/s400/df.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432476875588502578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S2QI75P6BDI/AAAAAAAADYU/yKxLkWcL9bI/s400/17858_280471320427_507130427_5061516_6589262_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, here's the AMAZING part.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After a while we got fed up for having useless kites.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we bought a damn power one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Penguin costing 35 with 100metres string.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432023809758607666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S2Js3_ggOTI/AAAAAAAADXs/2_U4gcM-hCc/s400/17858_280446860427_507130427_5061383_3364362_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was the first one to fly the penguin lah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then guess what,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I let it loose. HAHAHHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So it flewwwwwwwwwwwwww &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;from me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I RAN AND RAN AND RAN AND RAN!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But yah, i couldn't catch it. hahah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i looked retarded.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So i bought another penguin cuz korkor was like damn pissed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ahhaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432476889149577522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S2QI8rxHmTI/AAAAAAAADYk/VCyTlvdkrfo/s400/17858_280471375427_507130427_5061524_127554_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See the diff?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*hint* the legs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just gave you the answer. -__- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dammit it wasn't a hint at all!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432476884000318610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S2QI8YlcJJI/AAAAAAAADYc/UoUwYiQmYRo/s400/17858_280471370427_507130427_5061523_1851123_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We got a tad bored and took loads of picctures!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all of them are in &lt;strong&gt;FACEBOOK&lt;/strong&gt; so yeah (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S2QI9lt2skI/AAAAAAAADY0/oY4qWdlqL4U/s1600-h/17858_280471395427_507130427_5061527_6350480_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432476904705143362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S2QI9lt2skI/AAAAAAAADY0/oY4qWdlqL4U/s400/17858_280471395427_507130427_5061527_6350480_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432476897094599666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S2QI9JXXA_I/AAAAAAAADYs/Lxov5j56Xf8/s400/17858_280471380427_507130427_5061525_2011739_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432023827250856930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S2Js5Aq-w-I/AAAAAAAADYM/8jjLwcFt_7w/s400/17858_280471130427_507130427_5061496_1462258_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432023824309105138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S2Js41tnMfI/AAAAAAAADYE/-LmUhMnCiGo/s400/17858_280471115427_507130427_5061495_924743_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432023817206301538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S2Js4bQLA2I/AAAAAAAADX8/mSPhZqxGd1M/s400/17858_280471100427_507130427_5061493_59240_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432018202908235906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S2JnxoXNGII/AAAAAAAADW0/Bh_w95kbOko/s400/17858_280471065427_507130427_5061489_1870669_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432018184431705522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S2JnwjiDnbI/AAAAAAAADWc/MykkUY67lNM/s400/17858_280446590427_507130427_5061355_4928206_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432479185702832594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S2QLCXGFSdI/AAAAAAAADY8/8I4gCf_oqns/s400/17858_280471400427_507130427_5061528_1324304_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I totally spoilt the whole picture can!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my hand wasn't in the right angle lah! hhaahah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432479190733637858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S2QLCp1hSOI/AAAAAAAADZE/9_83PqsRmVg/s400/17858_280471420427_507130427_5061530_1776276_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432480856837384450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S2QMjojm6QI/AAAAAAAADZk/3bxolImIl_8/s400/17858_280471535427_507130427_5061539_4189313_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432479203979415426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S2QLDbLjz4I/AAAAAAAADZU/m8onVwZ65ak/s400/17858_280471515427_507130427_5061537_7658907_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432479200355826786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S2QLDNroPGI/AAAAAAAADZM/xRyBCqs4jOg/s400/17858_280471435427_507130427_5061531_4017578_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432479207760563698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S2QLDpRDjfI/AAAAAAAADZc/VXp14bdixW0/s400/17858_280471525427_507130427_5061538_8354472_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bouncers, charlie angels!!! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432480862875837538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S2QMj_DSZGI/AAAAAAAADZs/KJMueZ3fTIE/s400/17858_280490585427_507130427_5061687_7647949_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt; hell yeah i can jump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;badge day&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went with edna to make the badges for Acts 2 (;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432016714772942482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S2JmbAoGjpI/AAAAAAAADWU/eKaMWRgjlN4/s400/17047_274605597116_524447116_3982227_1339774_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt; And we with nana watched a mooovie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sherlock Holmes i think. Yah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S2Jgl9fT8TI/AAAAAAAADWM/ZjeHg59Ky7c/s1600-h/17047_274605417116_524447116_3982205_3655528_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432010305839558962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S2Jgl9fT8TI/AAAAAAAADWM/ZjeHg59Ky7c/s400/17047_274605417116_524447116_3982205_3655528_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432010295704768066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S2JglXu_TkI/AAAAAAAADWE/BTLfOutUKvI/s400/17047_274605497116_524447116_3982214_1914242_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I like this photo!!! hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432010291058900850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S2JglGbU_3I/AAAAAAAADV8/Zoo8rKslV-Q/s400/17047_274605512116_524447116_3982215_5697489_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432010285590973794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S2JgkyDrDWI/AAAAAAAADV0/_fuIc5m6Tu4/s400/17047_274605542116_524447116_3982218_645756_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432010280262207506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S2JgkeNMiBI/AAAAAAAADVs/EX0je6nJmrc/s400/17047_274605592116_524447116_3982226_4075463_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Class Chalet&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm really lazy to post up all the photos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm sorry.. ahah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this was one of the dare i did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;poor joshua he had to take my weight on his shoulder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;who am i kidding?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he deserves it!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432009028408885826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S2JfbmsGwkI/AAAAAAAADVk/gVEL8l7QRxc/s400/17936_404530770455_505580455_10692508_2744556_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432009025816890930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S2JfbdCIDjI/AAAAAAAADVc/wu-UtjEE7e4/s400/17936_404530725455_505580455_10692503_7727932_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432009017203344418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S2Jfa88fxCI/AAAAAAAADVU/A7axCB1wAH0/s400/17936_404530695455_505580455_10692500_7704328_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;yeah, overall chalet was fun?&lt;br /&gt;it was the last time i could really spend time with my classmates&lt;br /&gt;so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;I managed to have fun with caslin and all. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I wanted to actually TALK to gabriel&lt;br /&gt;but whatever, trash that thought.&lt;br /&gt;hahah, I think i was all sentimental and everything&lt;br /&gt;like in chalet my whole mind was,&lt;br /&gt;"i wanna be friends with everyoneee!"&lt;br /&gt;So yeah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Okay! I love universal studio and i'm never going to leave!!!&lt;br /&gt;i'm posted to SRJC. :D&lt;br /&gt;Going to be in dance. I think i'm going to hate it, really.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Dance in srjc is wayyyy different from dance in HIHS. Not hiphop, not modern.&lt;br /&gt;it's.. BALLET. OMG i can die i can die i can die.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I fell ill again. :/ why why why am i so weak.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32980411-5160104525112804169?l=februarymaybe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32980411/posts/default/5160104525112804169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32980411/posts/default/5160104525112804169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://februarymaybe.blogspot.com/2010/01/thunderbolt-affection-hiiii.html' title=''/><author><name>mavis kathryn benedict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14467025845837565728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/SxDxqZU3BAI/AAAAAAAADK4/AHTsx_keZM8/S220/images.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/S2QUKVp0N1I/AAAAAAAADb0/lwLgSzOQFyc/s72-c/17047_277360572116_524447116_3992442_7921105_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32980411.post-2064571828784236463</id><published>2010-01-13T11:55:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T23:33:23.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;it's all for yours to blame,&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I &lt;b&gt;got&lt;/b&gt; slapped.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First slap, I didn't understand why. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Second slap, I was confused.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The third, I knew why. I knew it very well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't do well for my O levels. Not well at all. And there was not a single matter I could do to change what happened. So, I cried. And I cried hard. I cried and cried and cried. What went through my mind was all pointing to God. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"god why did you do this to me."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"god i thought you loved me"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I'm so sorry, my family."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I called daddy immediately. I tried so hard breathing for air. The air turned solid and impenetrable. I was breathing bricks. I choked on myself, tried without stammering on the speaker. I heard my daddy's frantic voice, "mei, what happened? are you okay?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What kills me the most, all I could do was to apologise. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nothing more&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanted SO badly my daddy to scold me there and then. And I'd listen. Listen so attentively. Slap myself hard. Make me realise what smooth moves I had done. But no.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In turn, he told me all Bs weren't so bad. At least I passed everything. x and x points were not so bad. He gave me the assuring solicitous voice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No it was not alright. This is not a "nevermind", it's not an "okay". It's a disaster. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was till then, that I realised how much regret a person can sustain. How much we do to achieve something. How much luck do we need. It's never the same now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thankfully during the 4 years, I didn't do anything for zilch. I could minus 2 points thanks to dance. And hopefully, I hope I'll get into SRJC and go from there. O levels was a wake up call. It woke me up hard, very very hard. I'm not going to push this regret away from me and carry on with my indolent life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd do something about it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now i'd thank god. If were not for Him, I wouldn't have these points. I could have gotten worse. Very much worse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now i'd &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;advice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; you, no matter how much your friends talk and comfort you till their throats dry out. You're still out there alone. No one is going to carry you on their back. NO ONE. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No one except your family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When everything just seems to be crashing down on you and every matter just cracks you open,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the ones gluing you back would be your family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I put my life on that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;the girl who never told who.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32980411-2064571828784236463?l=februarymaybe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32980411/posts/default/2064571828784236463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32980411/posts/default/2064571828784236463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://februarymaybe.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-all-for-yours-to-blame-i-got.html' title=''/><author><name>mavis kathryn benedict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14467025845837565728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/SxDxqZU3BAI/AAAAAAAADK4/AHTsx_keZM8/S220/images.jpeg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32980411.post-16867580930591948</id><published>2010-01-02T22:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T23:05:53.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;BACK TO REALITY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Korea was a blast!!!! BLAST BOOMZ! I love korea!! I want to go back there again and again and again! I want to experience all 4 seasons there I want to stay there my whole life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Korea was that fun, people. That fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I'll further explain when I get the photos. Photos are still with Audreyjiejie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;With Audreyjiejie = photos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Soooo you gotta wait. And yes I took down many lessons-to-learn in korea!! I'll say it all at once when I have the photos yah!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The food in korea was ohsolovin' ! Before I went to korea many told me the food there sucks, not to our (singaporeans) liking. Too sour, too spicy, overall suck. But...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;BUTTTTA!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE FOOOD ROCKED! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;It rocked harder than anything else in the world! I'd say... Nicer than eggs itself..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Yes.. I said it. There is ACTUALLY something better than eggs. ): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Korean food&lt;/b&gt; : Level 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eggs&lt;/b&gt; : Level 2 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Which level is higher ah? 1 or 2? :/ &lt;/b&gt;Aiya, you get my point.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shopping was alrighty. Things there aren't like dirt cheap or anything. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Price range : 20- 100 plus. Yup. Nothing less than that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;OTHER THAN&lt;/i&gt; the &lt;b&gt;10'ooo won&lt;/b&gt; bags and shoes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which, in singapore currency around 12 dollars. (which is quite cheap lah)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Food checked, shoppping checked. Ahhh now people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The people I met were nice! Not as rude as I thought. But the strangers in crowds were. :/ They pushed and pushed and pushed! Okay lah I did push too out of anger. But still!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They shouldn't push!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cute guys? I only met 2. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Girls? They all look same. Most look plastic. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ALMOST ALL HAD &lt;b&gt;FLAWLESS SKIN&lt;/b&gt;!!! ): Envy~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was one girl I saw, FLAWLESS until cannot be FLAWLESS. I couldn't see any wrinkle line in her face okay. So fair and smooth. Wow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I felt like eating her face because it looked like &lt;b&gt;tofu&lt;/b&gt;. Heh (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I finally woke up and started going back to ballet. I quit work (going to) and I'll be working very hard for the impending ballet exam. I have to work doubly hard now because I'm very lousy now. :/ I lost my flexibility and evrything. Sigh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Balletballet! I love ballet! Ballet is pronounced as beh-leh right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My daddy accidentally (i'm sure) pronounced ballet as buh-leh. HAHAHA. so darn funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Daddy got me the Yari!!! :D Love it love it. It's so pretty! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay I shall have 1! and only 1!!! new year resolution! JUST ONE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;: Not to lose the Yari for a year. (: How about that?! &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Good good? (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what.. All my phones didn't last a year okay! The longest was 6 months. -___-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I already changed 3 phones this year! aye no, LAST YEAR!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yeah, happy new year! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Happy birthday Abigail Tan! (:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;gooodbye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;Junk Girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;There was once a girl&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;who was made up of junk.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;She looked really dirty &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;and she smelled like a skunk&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;She was always unhappy,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;or in one of her slumps - perhaps 'cause she spent&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;so much time down in the dumps.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32980411-16867580930591948?l=februarymaybe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32980411/posts/default/16867580930591948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32980411/posts/default/16867580930591948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://februarymaybe.blogspot.com/2010/01/back-to-reality-korea-was-blast-blast.html' title=''/><author><name>mavis kathryn benedict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14467025845837565728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/SxDxqZU3BAI/AAAAAAAADK4/AHTsx_keZM8/S220/images.jpeg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32980411.post-8967038011677689066</id><published>2009-12-23T23:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T23:38:10.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;makeup emotions&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/SzI1XcK4u5I/AAAAAAAADUk/3wrMRL2vNsY/s400/Photo+on+2009-12-22+at+19.00+%233.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418451978495245202" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's 1123 now and i've not get some rest for my korea trip tomorrow morning. I have to wake up at like.. 5? And reach there at 7. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yes I feel eggcited and happy! I'm going to Korea! See some pretty christmas lights, enjoy life, ski!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Argh, you, stupid thing. You just had to leave me hanging there. HANGING! Might as well you cut the thread and let me drop all hopes. I don't mind that, really. Now i'm so confused. Like as if i'm diagonally parked in a parallel universe.  :/ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay I shall forget everything and just happily enjoy Christmas and Newyear there. I'll sure miss my family, my awesomenesses, my supercuties, shiqi and all. Ah this is the problem of going overseas. Whatever you love is left behind. Well almost. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So goodbye people. Merry christmas! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;If my heart were a compass, you'd be North.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;If my heart is home, well i'd be yours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32980411-8967038011677689066?l=februarymaybe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32980411/posts/default/8967038011677689066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32980411/posts/default/8967038011677689066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://februarymaybe.blogspot.com/2009/12/makeup-emotions-its-1123-now-and-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>mavis kathryn benedict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14467025845837565728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/SxDxqZU3BAI/AAAAAAAADK4/AHTsx_keZM8/S220/images.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/SzI1XcK4u5I/AAAAAAAADUk/3wrMRL2vNsY/s72-c/Photo+on+2009-12-22+at+19.00+%233.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32980411.post-7224588384908284579</id><published>2009-12-22T14:43:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T23:43:39.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Random.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These pictures are actually after the 'poignant heartbreak'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but yeah, i'm lazy so whatever. Deal with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Juno!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ah i love her when she's all gentle.. NOT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;like a crazy woman.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/SzDhBDINJ-I/AAAAAAAADUM/WLkcGAJApTc/s400/Photo+on+2009-12-22+at+22.29+%233.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418077759862548450" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sooooo, I've taken all the winter clothing from the chest&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and now all i have to do is to pack it into the luggage!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And try them on!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I forgot what's this called. Is it a beanie? :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/SzDhplZMa-I/AAAAAAAADUU/ZrO5X8zzwa4/s400/Photo+on+2009-12-22+at+21.36+%232.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418078456255376354" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/SzDg0UaidkI/AAAAAAAADT8/iWJOj1HxlvM/s1600-h/Photo+on+2009-12-22+at+21.36+%235.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/SzDg0UaidkI/AAAAAAAADT8/iWJOj1HxlvM/s400/Photo+on+2009-12-22+at+21.36+%235.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418077541164545602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I prefer this blue one to the burberry one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's less itchy and it looks like the one &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Leeminho has! :DD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/SzDg0Mj6EmI/AAAAAAAADT0/wB4ZU5Y7nG8/s1600-h/Photo+on+2009-12-22+at+21.06+%232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/SzDg0Mj6EmI/AAAAAAAADT0/wB4ZU5Y7nG8/s400/Photo+on+2009-12-22+at+21.06+%232.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418077539056357986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fendi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can wear this coat 2 ways y'know! hahah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I like this side better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/SzDgz-kF1aI/AAAAAAAADTs/59-VB-HRnvk/s1600-h/Photo+on+2009-12-22+at+21.02+%233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/SzDgz-kF1aI/AAAAAAAADTs/59-VB-HRnvk/s400/Photo+on+2009-12-22+at+21.02+%233.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418077535299032482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/SzDghkWwBOI/AAAAAAAADTk/Qn13tGx1VQI/s1600-h/Photo+on+2009-12-22+at+21.02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/SzDghkWwBOI/AAAAAAAADTk/Qn13tGx1VQI/s400/Photo+on+2009-12-22+at+21.02.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418077219026109666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/SzDghSMA-7I/AAAAAAAADTc/tWhSOnaFTk0/s1600-h/Photo+on+2009-12-22+at+19.01+%235.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/SzDghSMA-7I/AAAAAAAADTc/tWhSOnaFTk0/s400/Photo+on+2009-12-22+at+19.01+%235.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418077214149245874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/SzDgg8iBrPI/AAAAAAAADTU/lHjiAHhnW_w/s1600-h/Photo+on+2009-12-22+at+19.01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/SzDgg8iBrPI/AAAAAAAADTU/lHjiAHhnW_w/s400/Photo+on+2009-12-22+at+19.01.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418077208335985906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/SzDgggUw3mI/AAAAAAAADTM/WOsJOW3zmjU/s1600-h/Photo+on+2009-12-22+at+18.59+%233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/SzDgggUw3mI/AAAAAAAADTM/WOsJOW3zmjU/s400/Photo+on+2009-12-22+at+18.59+%233.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418077200764165730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/SzDggRlcCMI/AAAAAAAADTE/osS3y9aG1FI/s1600-h/Photo+on+2009-12-22+at+18.57.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/SzDggRlcCMI/AAAAAAAADTE/osS3y9aG1FI/s400/Photo+on+2009-12-22+at+18.57.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418077196807571650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;Poignant Heartbreak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm so tired right now. I slept for 13, correction, 14 hours. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pig? No?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I plan to quit work at Fish&amp;amp;Co when I come back from Korea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hate cherry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/SzBqvsJoG6I/AAAAAAAADS0/ibAv34HubPA/s400/Photo+on+2009-12-22+at+14.42+%234.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417947719264639906" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I didn't know i yawned ugly. :o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/SzBqvZq4XJI/AAAAAAAADSs/TL8whpLODxo/s400/Photo+on+2009-12-22+at+14.42+%232.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417947714303843474" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/SzBqvCPUWsI/AAAAAAAADSk/bjqK_YIhc-Y/s400/Photo+on+2009-12-22+at+14.41+%233.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417947708014222018" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/SzBqu-Kr9lI/AAAAAAAADSc/gUXLRC8x_04/s400/Photo+on+2009-12-22+at+14.40.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417947706921055826" /&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;Daddykins got me a blackberry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cuz I mentioned to him I wanted one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Buta.. It's ug-leh. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So yeah, I've got to get another phone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thinking of Yari. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/SzDf73DtSnI/AAAAAAAADS8/GSXlN7LGMJc/s400/Photo+on+2009-12-22+at+18.48+%232.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418076571211483762" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okaye, I went to town t'day. Bought the purple down jacket for Audrey jiejie. Haha. My objective of gng out. I saw many people! Reynold, Jazzmine, Shawn and all. Woah. hahah. Everyone's doing some christmas shopping! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I really love the whole game of giving. It feels good when someone loved what you gave him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But somehow, people don't really show if they like it or not. So it's confusing sometimes. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;YOU LIKE IT OR NOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Too bad I won't be in Singapore in Christmas. Sigh, another year of spending christmas without my cousins and relatives. :/ At least! I have relatives with me this christmas so it ain't so bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Christmas there would be a blast cuz it'll be snowing over there. (: Cold, but assuring. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Finally, a year's coming to an end. Actually, if I said time flies, i'd be lying. Because this year, SOOOO MANY things happened! Hundreds, Thousands of events! I made friends, I lost friends, I fought with my friends, I took exams, I schooled, I shopped, I had holidays, I had fun, I went out with my family, everything! That took a year. A solid whole year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;To experience happiness and sadness. Acquire wisdom and sensibility. How much I've changed in a year. Wow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I've become more.. Honestly, I have no idea. I don't know what i've become actually. What I was from the past in comparison to now, I have no clue. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;All I know that, I'm ready to be a much better person next year. Be it to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;love &lt;/span&gt;or to my &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I love presents. I love Jesus. That's why I love christmas, evrything fits.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32980411-7224588384908284579?l=februarymaybe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32980411/posts/default/7224588384908284579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32980411/posts/default/7224588384908284579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://februarymaybe.blogspot.com/2009/12/random.html' title=''/><author><name>mavis kathryn benedict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14467025845837565728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/SxDxqZU3BAI/AAAAAAAADK4/AHTsx_keZM8/S220/images.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/SzDhBDINJ-I/AAAAAAAADUM/WLkcGAJApTc/s72-c/Photo+on+2009-12-22+at+22.29+%233.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32980411.post-1166232319030009397</id><published>2009-12-20T01:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T15:30:18.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;Oyster Boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had to attend 2 concerts today. Unfortunately, both crashed. So I had to choose one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to Joshua Korkor's cuz he's my cousin. Not saying that Nigel don't mean anything to me! It's just that I should support my family more :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope Nigel danced as well as he could. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last time when we had some free dance course at SP, honestly speaking he danced like crap. So did Marcus. HAHA. I'm serious. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Pinky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Korkor's performance was &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;AWESOME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-weight: normal; font-size:medium;"&gt; shitxzx. Mark Tan and korkor were damn funny! HAHA. Ah I wish for my DSLR nownownow! I think I should start asking my parents instead of just whining to myself that I want it right. Okay I shall tell mumsie tomorrow. I need a good camera for Korea. A dslr will do the job (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I heard Korea is so cold that my fingers might FREEEEzE. :o Don't worry i'm hothothoT! thaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Tomorrow's Cousins outing! We wanted to go zombing but fully booked. ): Betcha you guys don't know what's that right??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yup Mind's cafe instead. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32980411-1166232319030009397?l=februarymaybe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32980411/posts/default/1166232319030009397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32980411/posts/default/1166232319030009397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://februarymaybe.blogspot.com/2009/12/oyster-boy-i-had-to-attend-2-concerts.html' title=''/><author><name>mavis kathryn benedict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14467025845837565728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/SxDxqZU3BAI/AAAAAAAADK4/AHTsx_keZM8/S220/images.jpeg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32980411.post-1295251632675082703</id><published>2009-12-18T00:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T01:08:20.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Not because he's rich or smart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;it's because he stole your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cramp's the most horrible thing a girl have to put up with. I stayed home the whole day just because of bloody cramps. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I watched many many movies. 500 days of summer, Cloudy with a chance of meatballs and Ponyo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay not that many. ahah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;500 days was awesome. It isn't the typical happy love story, thats why I liked it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the girl looked really like Katy Perry. Katy Perry is hot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay bye (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm blogging cuz I just wanted to say that cramps suck. :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I finally braved myself and took Asprin pills. I never did. Only once at edna's place. And that's that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now! cramps pushed me to the limit. I had to take them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm just not very good with pills. :/ they're pretty hard to swallow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32980411-1295251632675082703?l=februarymaybe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32980411/posts/default/1295251632675082703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32980411/posts/default/1295251632675082703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://februarymaybe.blogspot.com/2009/12/not-because-hes-rich-or-smart-its.html' title=''/><author><name>mavis kathryn benedict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14467025845837565728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/SxDxqZU3BAI/AAAAAAAADK4/AHTsx_keZM8/S220/images.jpeg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32980411.post-2768970254225088602</id><published>2009-12-16T23:02:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T23:33:43.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; "&gt;Sentosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We celebrated Nigel's birthday the other day! haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here are some of the photos we took!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rest are in FB.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/Syj3ixhvRRI/AAAAAAAADR0/VTEqDHH9E_Y/s400/12938_350942915455_505580455_10206052_1499125_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415850728695481618" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/Syj3isCM0-I/AAAAAAAADRs/W2LlbLRBU60/s400/12938_350943075455_505580455_10206070_8357444_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415850727221023714" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I like this picture a lot! haha, I look so laidback here. (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/Syj3iTAOOUI/AAAAAAAADRk/8dG-l_2-js0/s400/12938_350943100455_505580455_10206073_6894843_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415850720501840194" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The 3 of us! I wonder if I could just paste Cassandra's face inside :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/Syj3ZqfnfrI/AAAAAAAADRc/4SyJjVhkvT8/s400/12938_350943165455_505580455_10206080_365385_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415850572188712626" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/Syj3ZamOV2I/AAAAAAAADRU/4a45oAetQUs/s400/12938_350943175455_505580455_10206081_6264420_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415850567921456994" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/Syj3ZOZ_YFI/AAAAAAAADRM/K_ZA1mzRaLo/s400/12938_350943210455_505580455_10206087_5451911_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415850564648919122" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/Syj3YxwvhJI/AAAAAAAADRE/QUQstOB7YQg/s400/12938_350943245455_505580455_10206091_5008549_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415850556959720594" /&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;EGGS! &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/Syj3YQzlsQI/AAAAAAAADQ8/PLDihfT5Hdc/s400/12938_350943260455_505580455_10206093_7152462_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415850548113289474" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wanted to make my own zone and 'alone space' but &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;annoying dawn kept ruining my zone. HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/Syj3KkVgg_I/AAAAAAAADQ0/aM4I6H4hCYU/s400/12938_350943270455_505580455_10206094_3425217_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415850312837661682" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Soon Marcus and FY got bored and started burying me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, by the way, the stick's my 'dick'. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/Syj3KRjQVAI/AAAAAAAADQs/lv7wL7wJaXw/s400/12938_350943390455_505580455_10206107_138479_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415850307795047426" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nigel started coming in. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was wondering, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"i'm not the birthday boy, why am i the one getting buried?!?!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/Syj3JxhrAqI/AAAAAAAADQk/TBAF4-ZzbT0/s400/12938_350943425455_505580455_10206111_2414370_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415850299198472866" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/Syj3JokgzOI/AAAAAAAADQc/jHEjk591cf4/s400/12938_350943435455_505580455_10206112_4271763_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415850296794467554" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After the hard work. Haha, my fake smile. Cuz I was so tired of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;staying at the same position for like how long. -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/Syj5kO_N0nI/AAAAAAAADSM/TCxMf3VNTrM/s400/12938_350943460455_505580455_10206114_5286290_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415852952806871666" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  Then I freed myself!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was like a butterfly in a cocoon (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hate butterflies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/Syj3JYDA5UI/AAAAAAAADQU/kmDttBS1aBM/s400/12938_350943465455_505580455_10206115_2118145_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415850292358997314" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;Girls day out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Went out with my girls today (: Nana came later cuz she was having a horrible swollen eye. Thahha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So lunch-ed at Mos Burger with Jas, Nella and Jocelyn. There was this damn noisy kid who kept crying. I seriously felt like breaking the kid's head. I'm not sadistic or anything but HELL MAN that kid sure is noisy. Don't get me wrong I love kids :D (go figure the smile)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Bought pudding and meringue biscuits as snacks! Then we went to meet Ed-na and off to Jas' crib for Band Hero. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I so rock at GUITAR AND DRUMS! hahaha. Jaslyn said my co-ordination good eh. (: HAHAH. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Nana was good at drums man. Nella was damn funny in I forgot what song was that. Hahha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Watched Mean Girls. Haha. There are 4 means girls right. mmmm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;They said I'd be the bimbo one who can't spell 'orange' and uses her boobs as a weather forecast. -.- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Edna will be the Fetch girl cuz she's crazy like her. HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Jaslyn will be Regina George and Nella Lindsay Lohan :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;HAHAH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Heyya I'm Boob Girl. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm mean and plastic. *shine*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Then Nella went off early and the 3 of us chit-chatted and all and ate Kimchi instant noodles! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay my show's on now gooodbye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I love my mom when she's freaked out by a lizard (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32980411-2768970254225088602?l=februarymaybe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32980411/posts/default/2768970254225088602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32980411/posts/default/2768970254225088602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://februarymaybe.blogspot.com/2009/12/sentosa-we-celebrated-nigels-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>mavis kathryn benedict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14467025845837565728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/SxDxqZU3BAI/AAAAAAAADK4/AHTsx_keZM8/S220/images.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/Syj3ixhvRRI/AAAAAAAADR0/VTEqDHH9E_Y/s72-c/12938_350942915455_505580455_10206052_1499125_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32980411.post-5900511845239581119</id><published>2009-12-14T20:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T00:55:57.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Phonebook Story&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had the chance to shop at Espirit the other day (finally) YAY! A bag, 2 dresses, a pullover and a shirt. (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Celebrated Nigel's birthday early in Sentosa on the same day. He stupidly wore a pair of jeans. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got buried in sand by Marcus and Fengyuan!  Hahah, I conveniently wore my daddy's beach shirt. So comfortable and big! Thank God he didn't know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He already grumbled when I wore his Timberland shirt when he haven't even wear it at all. (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Confirmation mass was yesterday. I felt so glad that more people are getting confirmed and slowly walking into the path of God's hands! I wore a white dress which made me looked very much like the confirmants. I wanted to relive my past (: HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd be Mavis Kathryn Benedict Edna Ong Min Li. :D hahah, kiddingg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I quarreled with my manager (cherry) today. The fat mascot I was telling you about. She said I was the first person that made her so angry in her whole 1 year and 3 months of working in Fish &amp;amp; Co. How did I make her so angry??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I rolled my eyes at her. That's that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yeah, I kinda argued and stuff. I shan't type out the whole story cuz it was a series of events that accumulated my anger towards her. (: I'm the headstrong type when you offend me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I always WANT my way so, that's how it always goes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But now it's different. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The working world isn't like Home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Till then,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32980411-5900511845239581119?l=februarymaybe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32980411/posts/default/5900511845239581119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32980411/posts/default/5900511845239581119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://februarymaybe.blogspot.com/2009/12/phonebook-story-i-had-chance-to-shop-at.html' title=''/><author><name>mavis kathryn benedict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14467025845837565728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/SxDxqZU3BAI/AAAAAAAADK4/AHTsx_keZM8/S220/images.jpeg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32980411.post-3694515636253191276</id><published>2009-12-11T23:23:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T00:12:43.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Winter flicker&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mom came back from overseas and bought us loads of awesome winter clothing for Korea!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Swell!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't wait to wear the MaxMara coat!! (: Unfortunately it looks nicer on sissy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This Abercrombie jacket she bought for sissy and I!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/SyJlBFXa3AI/AAAAAAAADPg/DyRDJ6OU5Tw/s400/Photo+on+2009-12-11+at+22.40.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414000771347438594" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/SyJk7T3jqOI/AAAAAAAADPY/dTbMNqiXqu0/s1600-h/Photo+on+2009-12-11+at+22.37+%232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/SyJk7T3jqOI/AAAAAAAADPY/dTbMNqiXqu0/s400/Photo+on+2009-12-11+at+22.37+%232.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414000672161114338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our snow boottss (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/SyJk6_95JbI/AAAAAAAADPQ/VtVWeo2ZrhQ/s1600-h/Photo+on+2009-12-11+at+22.36.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/SyJk6_95JbI/AAAAAAAADPQ/VtVWeo2ZrhQ/s400/Photo+on+2009-12-11+at+22.36.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414000666818979250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/SyJk6tfQYNI/AAAAAAAADPI/zQ-FHOn4fpw/s1600-h/Photo+on+2009-12-11+at+22.38+%234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/SyJk6tfQYNI/AAAAAAAADPI/zQ-FHOn4fpw/s400/Photo+on+2009-12-11+at+22.38+%234.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414000661858640082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/SyJkoEaFEDI/AAAAAAAADPA/df4DNvbgqGc/s1600-h/Photo+on+2009-12-11+at+22.38+%234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/SyJkoEaFEDI/AAAAAAAADPA/df4DNvbgqGc/s400/Photo+on+2009-12-11+at+22.38+%234.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414000341593428018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/SyJkn2WZh0I/AAAAAAAADO4/nQCSIf6WQSM/s1600-h/Photo+on+2009-12-11+at+22.38+%233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/SyJkn2WZh0I/AAAAAAAADO4/nQCSIf6WQSM/s400/Photo+on+2009-12-11+at+22.38+%233.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414000337819895618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/SyJknkL-BRI/AAAAAAAADOw/BUMxz8vTCSA/s1600-h/Photo+on+2009-12-11+at+22.38.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/SyJknkL-BRI/AAAAAAAADOw/BUMxz8vTCSA/s400/Photo+on+2009-12-11+at+22.38.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414000332944311570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/SyJknQHGueI/AAAAAAAADOo/PQxqcJvpgwo/s1600-h/Photo+on+2009-12-11+at+22.37+%236.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/SyJknQHGueI/AAAAAAAADOo/PQxqcJvpgwo/s400/Photo+on+2009-12-11+at+22.37+%236.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414000327555201506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/SyJkm3ALfqI/AAAAAAAADOg/fJlXHRKeAR0/s1600-h/Photo+on+2009-12-11+at+22.37+%234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/SyJkm3ALfqI/AAAAAAAADOg/fJlXHRKeAR0/s400/Photo+on+2009-12-11+at+22.37+%234.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414000320815267490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mumsie bought me converses too but it's too big. She bought me size 5. ): Maybe I'll give it to someone or just wear it? It's authentic anyway. So it'll be better for the feet? hahah. Great that mumsie had great deals and got these cheap. Best yet, authentic!! (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But still a little pricey though. :/ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good she came back safe and sound. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sucha clumsy fart. I split the garlic lemon butter sauce on one table which had a beng and lian.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was quite funny cuz I think they were having this, 'boyfriend meets girlfriend's parents' thing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There were the beng's friend. And the beng's girlfriend which is the lian. And the beng's girlfriend parents. Hahah. Weeeird. I never thought bengs and lians' relationships would last. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yet the meeting of parents?? :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Rantbams.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got very frustrated with this co-worker with mine. She's called&lt;b&gt; Edeline&lt;/b&gt;. God, she's so.. lame and childish. And she's 17 for crying out loud. She's craps a whole lot of bullshit during work and she's like a bootlicker I guess? Yes my face did show my feelings. I think it's mutual. She gossiped about me to her so called 'good friends' and I did too to mine. (: Like edna's saying, "she fights fire with fire." I do too. Hahah. When I'm pissed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And another incident. This guy called Theodore? Kay, I was nice enough to help him clean his area and instead of thanking me, guess what he said? "Mavis, get back to the greeter stand."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HELLO?!?! I was nice enough to help him? And there weren't any tables left for the waiting guests to sit? Bloody hell. And he won't be the one getting scolded, I will. Cuz I was at the greeter stand alright. This is the time when I said, "Fuck."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes I know I have my own faults but look, at least get things right first before jumping into conclusions? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Instead of confronting me, they complained to each other when I yelled at them. Urgh, pieces of wusses. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Theodore is nice but sometimes, he gets on my nerves. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND the manager complained about my voice? WHAT! SO WHAT IF I HAVE AN ACT CUTE VOICE. Did I make a choice? NOOOooo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yah maybe sometimes it's tooo high and pitchy that it gets annoying. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello miss philippino manager?? You have this blooody annoying accent that doesn't ever run off?!?! Like this annoying accent that gets on my nerves too y'know? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can I shout that out loud to you?? NO. Why? Cuz you're a bloody fat bitch manager.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Go be a mascot for Fish &amp;amp; Co you fat fishball.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate my managers. They're of different frequency of each other. Who should I listen?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One tell me, "JUST STAND AT THE GREETER STAND."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the other tell me, "DO SOMETHING INSTEAD OF STANDING STUPIDLY AT THE GREETER STAND."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OMG?!?! WTF?!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the only people I like/love are Eleanna and Kalisha. God I wish they're with me forever. They're on the same level as me. We don't like the same people and like the same people. I guess different people click with different people? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Urg, angry angry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;CHURCH!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to church after eating a little something with Eleanna. AH!! I met my awesomenesses!! (: HAPPY HAPPY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OMG EDNA IS GOING TO BE HAPPY AND JASLYN IS HAPPY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fionella and I left! HAHAHA. No I'm happy too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love them a lot a lot! Though I saw them last week but it was like I didn't see them in like FOREVER. hahah. I missed them so much!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Singsingsing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now i'm here at home, still wearing my snow boots. Typing to you. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess no one actually reads these long posts so I guess I can rant everything here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32980411-3694515636253191276?l=februarymaybe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32980411/posts/default/3694515636253191276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32980411/posts/default/3694515636253191276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://februarymaybe.blogspot.com/2009/12/winter-flicker-mom-came-back-from.html' title=''/><author><name>mavis kathryn benedict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14467025845837565728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/SxDxqZU3BAI/AAAAAAAADK4/AHTsx_keZM8/S220/images.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/SyJlBFXa3AI/AAAAAAAADPg/DyRDJ6OU5Tw/s72-c/Photo+on+2009-12-11+at+22.40.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32980411.post-9058581428629421853</id><published>2009-12-11T00:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T01:00:27.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Makeshift Lover&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been so caught up with work that I barely had the chance to catch up with my bestfriends. ): &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I read the wrong work schedule today. Sigh, I took a cab lest I reach there late or something. In the end, work for me started at 5 instead of 12. How I hated myself then, I deprived myself of shining beautiful extra 4 hours of sleep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I was pretty much alone and bored so yeah, I needed company. Sherman was nice enough to accompany me for lunch! We ate at this shop I didn't know it existed in AMK Hub. Thahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I labelled Yakults, bought sweet talk and watched a movie on my ipod pretty much throughout my 5 lonely hours. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, I have work at 12 tomorrow. Gah, sometimes I wonder what value has money have that we yearn so much. Just to get by life; a choice we did not concur, we need money. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can money buy back what I've lost in the past? What I have regretted? No. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So what VALUE does money actually have? Materialism? Survival? Mostly these 2 huh. To eat and live, and to get drowned by the morbidly cruel society of materialism.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;True enough, we still follow suit anyway. Money has it's own ways of manipulating such we have no control of. How much we get sucked into this black hole. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Touche.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32980411-9058581428629421853?l=februarymaybe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32980411/posts/default/9058581428629421853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32980411/posts/default/9058581428629421853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://februarymaybe.blogspot.com/2009/12/makeshift-lover-ive-been-so-caught-up.html' title=''/><author><name>mavis kathryn benedict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14467025845837565728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/SxDxqZU3BAI/AAAAAAAADK4/AHTsx_keZM8/S220/images.jpeg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32980411.post-1572896848070270306</id><published>2009-12-09T01:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T01:34:05.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; "&gt;Let's play pretend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 218px; height: 218px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/Sx6Ny9otIuI/AAAAAAAADOY/MM6zwMaPT_4/s400/mavis-+Slide+along+side..jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412919708824183522" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I worked so hard that my feet would bleed. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone served me like how I served Fish &amp;amp; Co when I came back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHA. I'm exaggerating. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ate instant noodles (yay!) with feet so reposefully soaked in hot water. Ahhhh. How nice to end my day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;----------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;WORK COMIC&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kelisha was super funny cuz I was telling her that I worked in Sembawang this morning. Then she asked me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Isn't Sembawang a CD shop?"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHHAH. She's so funny!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think Kelisha, Eleanna and me are going to be good friends in future! :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just think that I click most to them? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope one day I'll earn more money and treat my family to dinner. I guess I owe my family a lot. I don't think 'owe' is the right word cuz I mean, family aren't strangers or anything. But I guess I'm under an obligation to such extent. Yah. Haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even though I look like I've moved on, yeah. Things don't look like what it seems. We can't just look on the surface but feel what's inside. Whatever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;I'm not really into second-hand surgeries. If you get what I mean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32980411-1572896848070270306?l=februarymaybe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32980411/posts/default/1572896848070270306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32980411/posts/default/1572896848070270306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://februarymaybe.blogspot.com/2009/12/lets-play-pretend-i-think-i-worked-so.html' title=''/><author><name>mavis kathryn benedict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14467025845837565728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/SxDxqZU3BAI/AAAAAAAADK4/AHTsx_keZM8/S220/images.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/Sx6Ny9otIuI/AAAAAAAADOY/MM6zwMaPT_4/s72-c/mavis-+Slide+along+side..jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32980411.post-762124698899238156</id><published>2009-12-08T00:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T00:30:23.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; "&gt;I see with my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ahhh, after one long day of work, I feel accomplished. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Fortunately, I didn't make any mistake today! *pats on my shoulder*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm zonked man. Tomorrow is another start of work!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/Sx0qaFmDPYI/AAAAAAAADOA/CdEuImmSNaw/s400/Photo+on+2009-12-08+at+00.15+%232.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412528954835942786" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I worked from 12-10 today. Wow right. Full shift.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I realised I've been talking about work ever since I started working! haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/Sx0raCTfTPI/AAAAAAAADOI/Xe91yVhKMh0/s400/Photo+on+2009-12-08+at+00.12.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412530053464411378" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I elle-oh-vee-eee their Endearmints all right. I think Endearmints originated from Endearment. haha. Duh. -.- It's blooody obvious. Alrighty, I should sleep soon. I miss my mummy, though it's good to not hear her naggy voice once in a while. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh shit I forgot to do book something. o.o I should have a planner that doesn't start only on the 14th of december! Kikki K you suck. haha, kidding. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Everyone's sleeping now, I wonder w&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;hy they're sleeping so early when it's only 12.24. -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ernest is funny, he thinks he has changed just because he don't walk like a beng anymore. HAHA. We tried finding his stupid SUMO HOUSE like just now (which we already know it'll be close but he insisted) and obviously, it was close. It was at block 710 and we were lost cuz we were at 711. Heh. This happens when 2 direction idiots meet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/Sx0s0LqgeVI/AAAAAAAADOQ/u-SryKCfHsI/s400/Photo+on+2009-12-08+at+00.12+%232.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412531602165102930" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I feel quite guilty towards everyone especially my best friends cuz I keep forgetting things. Sometimes I wonder where my brain went to. It seems that it's not functioning after O levels ended. Haha, I think my memory was as bad when I had O levels. I still remember Vitamin A is Retinol! (: Thanks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tomorrow I'm working again! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh it's all about the money, honey. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32980411-762124698899238156?l=februarymaybe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32980411/posts/default/762124698899238156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32980411/posts/default/762124698899238156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://februarymaybe.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-see-with-my-eyes-ahhh-after-one-long.html' title=''/><author><name>mavis kathryn benedict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14467025845837565728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/SxDxqZU3BAI/AAAAAAAADK4/AHTsx_keZM8/S220/images.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/Sx0qaFmDPYI/AAAAAAAADOA/CdEuImmSNaw/s72-c/Photo+on+2009-12-08+at+00.15+%232.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32980411.post-2724021376615737585</id><published>2009-12-06T22:48:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T23:11:49.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Here we go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went out with Shiqi today! We went to find a &lt;b&gt;simple&lt;/b&gt; shirt for her but in the end we were unable to find a &lt;b&gt;simple&lt;/b&gt; shirt she liked. I emphasize on the &lt;b&gt;simple &lt;/b&gt;cuz you know, a simple dress ain't difficult to find in VIVO CITY right? (: hahah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And in the end, I was the one buying something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to audrey jiejie house the next. Discussed about our fab korea trip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't wait! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Oh, there's a comment box for you to comment! Thahah. Duh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's there!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/SxvJJmgvtGI/AAAAAAAADNk/4KReNY_KAvU/s400/Photo+on+2009-12-06+at+23.07+%233.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412140544009679970" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Over to the left! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alicia recommended me this guestbook thingy so yeah! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Till then,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32980411-2724021376615737585?l=februarymaybe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32980411/posts/default/2724021376615737585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32980411/posts/default/2724021376615737585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://februarymaybe.blogspot.com/2009/12/here-we-go-i-went-out-with-shiqi-today.html' title=''/><author><name>mavis kathryn benedict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14467025845837565728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/SxDxqZU3BAI/AAAAAAAADK4/AHTsx_keZM8/S220/images.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/SxvJJmgvtGI/AAAAAAAADNk/4KReNY_KAvU/s72-c/Photo+on+2009-12-06+at+23.07+%233.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32980411.post-8107205768726546413</id><published>2009-12-06T13:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T13:43:23.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>should I change my email from stupid thistlegirl to eggsandbiscuits?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cuz you know I like eggs and I didn't know why did I make an email called thistlegirl when I was young. I'm not very good with names you see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seeing Shiqi in a bit. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Roar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32980411-8107205768726546413?l=februarymaybe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32980411/posts/default/8107205768726546413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32980411/posts/default/8107205768726546413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://februarymaybe.blogspot.com/2009/12/should-i-change-my-email-from-stupid.html' title=''/><author><name>mavis kathryn benedict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14467025845837565728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/SxDxqZU3BAI/AAAAAAAADK4/AHTsx_keZM8/S220/images.jpeg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32980411.post-2223920281117407283</id><published>2009-12-04T23:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T23:58:31.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Numb Potion&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out with Max today. We watched New Moon. Cut the long story short, it was fun. (:&lt;br /&gt;Guess what? He doesn't know what "TOPSHOP" is :O hahah. Or Superdog. HAHA. He's so funny. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If it's a crime to miss somebody you're theoretically not supposed to.&lt;br /&gt;Well, then I'm going to jail.&lt;br /&gt;You can't stop the affection of the heart. It happens.&lt;br /&gt;Memories were woven for a reason.&lt;br /&gt;To reminisce.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32980411-2223920281117407283?l=februarymaybe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32980411/posts/default/2223920281117407283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32980411/posts/default/2223920281117407283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://februarymaybe.blogspot.com/2009/12/numb-potion-i-went-out-with-max-today.html' title=''/><author><name>mavis kathryn benedict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14467025845837565728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/SxDxqZU3BAI/AAAAAAAADK4/AHTsx_keZM8/S220/images.jpeg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32980411.post-1557349315015973309</id><published>2009-12-02T23:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T00:13:56.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;My aphrodisiac is you&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/SxaNK3_cMcI/AAAAAAAADMk/LkIIgD45YB4/s400/Photo+on+2009-12-02+at+23.18+%234.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410667220300476866" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/SxaNKTlf0GI/AAAAAAAADMc/3zOwZqPwkxU/s1600-h/Photo+on+2009-12-02+at+23.18+%233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/SxaNKTlf0GI/AAAAAAAADMc/3zOwZqPwkxU/s400/Photo+on+2009-12-02+at+23.18+%233.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410667210527985762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/SxaNJ76rnbI/AAAAAAAADMU/NUgIQE7sO88/s400/Photo+on+2009-12-02+at+23.17+%233.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410667204174388658" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;My mom got Vodka (Rock Version) for me. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;Oh golly wasn't I happy, though I'm not a heavy alcoholic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;It's so pretty especially when it's ROCK. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;3rd day of work&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Today was good. I made a few mistakes here and there. I'm still learning, you know. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I can't wait for this girl who is going to work in Fish &amp;amp; Co on monday!! She's so nice I can't wait to be friends with her. (: And what's more, she's my age! I love my age people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Good news! I got extended! Means I'll be continuing to work in Fish &amp;amp; Co! I sorta passed my training (yay)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Nat treated me to New York New York today after work. I feel kinda guilty cuz he treated me and I feel bad. Don't worry I'm going to treat him back. I feel double guilty for not talking to him as usual. Like I was tired and exhausted, I couldn't be bothered to converse with him. Sorry, Nat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Surprise surprise&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I don't know why people keep thinking I'm dumb! Yes I may not know certain things but I sure know what's going on! I'm not just a seaweed in a river okay! I'm a &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;SHARK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;! Okay weird illustration but it works just fine. I hate it when everyone thinks "oh mavis knows nothing, mavis is dumb." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Look, if I was THAT dumb, would I even know that I don't know things that you all do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Fuck it, okay, fuck. it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I think I know who you may actually like/liked, you know?&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I told you, I'm not dumb. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's midnight and pass my bedtime. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"HI! welcome to Fish &amp;amp; CO!" is stuck in my head. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I kinda acted as a waitress to Juno. I served Juno the menu (which was just a CD case)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Mavis: "HI! WELCOME TO FISH &amp;amp; CO!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Juno: *stick out tongue*....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Mavis: "Here's the menu (CD CASE). The soup of the day is Clam Chowder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Juno: *stick out tongue*....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Mavis: "Here's the promotion for today! I highly recommend you Value Treat #2 if you like fish &amp;amp; chips!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Juno: *stick out tongue*...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Mavis: "okay!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Is it just me or I'm getting weirder each day? Oh well (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32980411-1557349315015973309?l=februarymaybe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32980411/posts/default/1557349315015973309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32980411/posts/default/1557349315015973309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://februarymaybe.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-aphrodisiac-is-you-my-mom-got-vodka.html' title=''/><author><name>mavis kathryn benedict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14467025845837565728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/SxDxqZU3BAI/AAAAAAAADK4/AHTsx_keZM8/S220/images.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/SxaNK3_cMcI/AAAAAAAADMk/LkIIgD45YB4/s72-c/Photo+on+2009-12-02+at+23.18+%234.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32980411.post-1297817301290678449</id><published>2009-11-30T20:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T21:04:27.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; "&gt;Return gift&lt;/span&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&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/SxO5AbosFiI/AAAAAAAADL8/rqf8Fj4DtVQ/s400/15339_193615782116_524447116_3587839_1346285_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409870994471654946" /&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/SxO5AOJIi0I/AAAAAAAADL0/r0Ag134yrvA/s400/15339_193615742116_524447116_3587835_7149363_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409870990849641282" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/SxO4_ndmU6I/AAAAAAAADLs/M9FS0-D07yk/s400/15339_192144137116_524447116_3577318_4982170_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409870980466496418" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;First day of work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was my first day of being a Fish &amp;amp; Co-ian! hahah. Actually they haven't said I passed training, yet. (: But I'm confident I would. Though I have not worked as a waitress before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My finger bled from tying 10 balloons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My toe has this bloodclot from the stupid bloody moving object that rolled over my toe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I felt so welcomed there, really (: Though the manager was pretty fierce. The chefs were mad friendly, so were the staffs! I don't mind working there, actually. :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyhoo, we sent Cassandra off today. (: Stayed up at night till like 3/4 plus? Haha. Dead tired!!  I had to lumber myself out of bed this morning. And you know how much I love sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cassandra Leung you better love me nuts! (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mumsie just rubbed ginger with ointment on my blood clot. haha I'm wearing super cute socks now. I let you see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/SxO-tQ7v6BI/AAAAAAAADMM/0iVY--UrAb0/s400/Photo+on+2009-11-30+at+20.43+%234.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409877262251059218" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Cute right. (: haha. I have cake! OHMYEMGEE. I love cake. You know I didn't eat for like 6 hrs straight can. All I did was work work work. -.-  Korea better have loads of shopping or else I'll be working for nothing! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I hope I'll not quit my job just because I'm lazy to do work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Go mavis you love Fish &amp;amp; co!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You guys must come and eat Fish and Co kay! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32980411-1297817301290678449?l=februarymaybe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32980411/posts/default/1297817301290678449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32980411/posts/default/1297817301290678449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://februarymaybe.blogspot.com/2009/11/return-gift-first-day-of-work-today-was.html' title=''/><author><name>mavis kathryn benedict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14467025845837565728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/SxDxqZU3BAI/AAAAAAAADK4/AHTsx_keZM8/S220/images.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/SxO5AbosFiI/AAAAAAAADL8/rqf8Fj4DtVQ/s72-c/15339_193615782116_524447116_3587839_1346285_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32980411.post-8897946888266889103</id><published>2009-11-28T17:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T17:51:36.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;u&gt;New game, new rules.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hey peeps,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so new layout and all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I kinda accidentally pressed something I don't know what.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I kinda lost Abigail's awesome template she did for me long time ago ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I suck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sooo, if you want your blog links or anything linked up,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;just click on the 'blahs' word and yeah, write down your link.&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;Love. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32980411-8897946888266889103?l=februarymaybe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32980411/posts/default/8897946888266889103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32980411/posts/default/8897946888266889103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://februarymaybe.blogspot.com/2009/11/new-game-new-rules.html' title=''/><author><name>mavis kathryn benedict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14467025845837565728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/SxDxqZU3BAI/AAAAAAAADK4/AHTsx_keZM8/S220/images.jpeg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32980411.post-76732109827681468</id><published>2009-11-27T12:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T13:27:25.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shoebox memories&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;Some things are visible only through faith. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;One of those 'some things' is &lt;b&gt;Friendship&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After an event or a day out with your girlfriends or chums,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it becomes a memory the very next minutes it ends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sure you'd want to make the memory last.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's why we take photos, isn't it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To reminisce on the past; the good as well as the bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For me, I prefer the good.&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;This isn't a polaroid picture but it's the 4 of us. (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fionella, me, jaslyn and edna.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My lovabees. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/Sw9fDffYlCI/AAAAAAAADKI/cXxAQSXFBx8/s400/Photo+on+2009-11-27+at+13.06+%233.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408646191092634658" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My crazyaye shiqi. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HAHA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She is my so far longest best fleng. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, she definitely mean something to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Something significant. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/Sw9er0mJKTI/AAAAAAAADJ4/r9NxudCVCtM/s400/Photo+on+2009-11-27+at+13.06+%232.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408645784441268530" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is my godmother! I love her, a lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She reminds me of Mother Theresa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cuz she really acts and cares like her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/Sw9erDT9HCI/AAAAAAAADJo/Qe6cNgLv9Ls/s400/Photo+on+2009-11-27+at+13.05.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408645771211643938" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Prompy pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here are my super cuties. (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Everyone looked so gorgeous that night!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;especially Hweemay who won Prom Queen yo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I felt so happy beside her! HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, I had a great time in prom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/Sw9eq4_ZoHI/AAAAAAAADJg/Ppv-CWv5qfY/s400/Photo+on+2009-11-27+at+13.04.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408645768441077874" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Obsession&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/Sw9dF-0JA-I/AAAAAAAADJY/ZvB1iOoLfmQ/s400/skullcandy_hesh_paul-frank_LRG.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408644034837677026" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Look at this baby isn't he gorgeous? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You know I'm going to get it right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had my money on and wanted to buy it there and then, BUT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;OUT OF BLOODY STOCK.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And it restocks in 3 weeks time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;See how my baby is well-sought for. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You know, baby is what i call my dog(woof). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So if i call you baby, you know what i mean (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My impending new headphone is an exception.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3 weeks mavis, only 3 weeks. &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;There'll be another polaroid picture later, I hope!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;DAMMAD'S OUTING TODAY! :DDDDDDDDD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We're heading to&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt; Island Creamery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chitchat and relive the old times. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I cant wait!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Till then,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32980411-76732109827681468?l=februarymaybe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32980411/posts/default/76732109827681468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32980411/posts/default/76732109827681468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://februarymaybe.blogspot.com/2009/11/shoebox-memories-some-things-are.html' title=''/><author><name>mavis kathryn benedict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14467025845837565728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/SxDxqZU3BAI/AAAAAAAADK4/AHTsx_keZM8/S220/images.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/Sw9fDffYlCI/AAAAAAAADKI/cXxAQSXFBx8/s72-c/Photo+on+2009-11-27+at+13.06+%233.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32980411.post-2217320242802091214</id><published>2009-11-26T01:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T01:29:40.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/Sw1oNxfOlkI/AAAAAAAADJI/qcRHTSjFM3I/s1600/Photo017+(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/Sw1oNxfOlkI/AAAAAAAADJI/qcRHTSjFM3I/s400/Photo017+(1).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408093313373738562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;In the prompy mood&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Prom was yesterday. It was indelible. Experienced certain events and I'd like to experience it one more time but unfortunately it will definitely not happen again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I loved how ah ee did my make up and all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I looked different and special (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I could really say I dared to stand out. Unlike those ordinary girls who just try to be Pretty for Prom. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't like oversized boobs. tsktsktsk. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Are there surgeries for boob reduction?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love my family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got a job (yay!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Training starts next monday and I'll kick off!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going to be a kick-ass waitress!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay honestly, I really cross my fingers whether I'd make it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a serious attitude when it comes to adults. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;GO MAVIS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daddykins and mumsie says I need to curb my spending and learn how to save.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I normally live by the day so means, I have no savings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No savings means.. Whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like headphones. I saw one that I'm down to buy. It's a MUST.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Bewilderment struck me hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32980411-2217320242802091214?l=februarymaybe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32980411/posts/default/2217320242802091214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32980411/posts/default/2217320242802091214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://februarymaybe.blogspot.com/2009/11/in-prompy-mood-prom-was-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>mavis kathryn benedict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14467025845837565728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/SxDxqZU3BAI/AAAAAAAADK4/AHTsx_keZM8/S220/images.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/Sw1oNxfOlkI/AAAAAAAADJI/qcRHTSjFM3I/s72-c/Photo017+(1).jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32980411.post-6491183166537150114</id><published>2009-11-24T00:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T00:23:57.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate proms. There I said it. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Though I hate proms, I still have to try to look good right. Pfft.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really have a love/hate relationship with my human banks-my parents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They give me money, I can spend. But at the same time, I feel so god damn guilty everytime. Though it's really, all the time I get money from them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;50,100 dollars withdrawl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AH i need to work!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32980411-6491183166537150114?l=februarymaybe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32980411/posts/default/6491183166537150114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32980411/posts/default/6491183166537150114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://februarymaybe.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-hate-proms.html' title=''/><author><name>mavis kathryn benedict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14467025845837565728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/SxDxqZU3BAI/AAAAAAAADK4/AHTsx_keZM8/S220/images.jpeg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32980411.post-3062923620426297303</id><published>2009-11-23T12:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T12:21:34.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Flatfeet&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/SwoLGhXu5cI/AAAAAAAADJA/rbN2H_C10o8/s400/DSC00751.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407146509276734914" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I lost Flatfeet last night when I came back from Orchard. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The feeling of losing something so suddenly and the void in my heart just lurks inside such that I know something's missing. I hate that feeling. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It wasn't as if I didn't take care of Flatfeet, I did! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I cleaned it's cage, played with it, talked to it, every bloody thing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was taking this whole new chance when Flatfeet suddenly popped into my home to finally commit myself to something, for once.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At the end of the day, Flatfeet's gone. Just like how every other animal went away the moment I wanted to be attached with it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cash(my rabbit), Chocky (my ex-puppy) and now Flatfeet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Urgh, I'm so tired of playing this hide-and-seek game. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was my fault for not checking it's cage properly; to tighten and secure it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Touche, people take things for granted. They don't comprehend the object's importance till something is lost. Human nature.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I suck as a pet owner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32980411-3062923620426297303?l=februarymaybe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32980411/posts/default/3062923620426297303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32980411/posts/default/3062923620426297303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://februarymaybe.blogspot.com/2009/11/flatfeet-i-lost-flatfeet-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>mavis kathryn benedict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14467025845837565728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/SxDxqZU3BAI/AAAAAAAADK4/AHTsx_keZM8/S220/images.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/SwoLGhXu5cI/AAAAAAAADJA/rbN2H_C10o8/s72-c/DSC00751.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32980411.post-5493680998809044102</id><published>2009-11-19T15:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T15:59:27.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/SwT1u7gR8NI/AAAAAAAADI4/Jmrz7gbzEqw/s1600/Photo+on+2009-11-17+at+15.26+%232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/SwT1u7gR8NI/AAAAAAAADI4/Jmrz7gbzEqw/s400/Photo+on+2009-11-17+at+15.26+%232.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405715639347310802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Been going out these few days (uhhh duh). Pretty boring for me already. I did not picture the &lt;i&gt;O level Afterlife&lt;/i&gt; to be like this; walking from mall to mall looking for the perfect prompy dress till your legs literally turn &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;jell-ofied&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. But, the good thing is, I get to eat good stuffzz! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Found a makeshift subway(even better). If you think Subway is good, you haven't met &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Quiznos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;Sub&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Awesome shitz yo. Try &lt;b&gt;Zesty Grill&lt;/b&gt;! Da shit. Andand! &lt;b&gt;Brocolli&lt;/b&gt;(if thats how you spell it) &lt;b&gt;Cheddar&lt;/b&gt; soup! Something like Saybons' (: It was goood. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like the concept of Orchard Central but it's MAJORLY like a maze or labyrinth, what you call that complex paths of finding the exit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First you reach level 4 and then you go level 2 and you will be like, "WHAT?!?!" Yeah, that was practically how I illustrate Orchard Central to be. (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But but but! They have good toilets!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;So I've been pondering, the pink dress or the black one?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OHOHOH, &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Juno got sterilized yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. I feel for her, really. She kept whimpering when we cleaned her wound. Morbid sight. Tight stitches penetrating through her delicate skin really pains me you know. I never thought I cared this much for her until now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What if Juno's hyperness isn't going to come back? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't want Lazy Juno, I want Hyper Juno who always hits me with her butt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha, the funny part is, she gets to where the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;Cone Of Shame&lt;/span&gt;. I'll take a picture next time. (: She looks funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gosh I miss her hyperness already. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I shall go change Flatfeet's bed now. I think it's pretty stinking the whole balcony. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate Paranormal Activity it still scares the shit outta me every night. ): I hate being a scaredy cat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32980411-5493680998809044102?l=februarymaybe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32980411/posts/default/5493680998809044102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32980411/posts/default/5493680998809044102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://februarymaybe.blogspot.com/2009/11/been-going-out-these-few-days-uhhh-duh.html' title=''/><author><name>mavis kathryn benedict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14467025845837565728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/SxDxqZU3BAI/AAAAAAAADK4/AHTsx_keZM8/S220/images.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/SwT1u7gR8NI/AAAAAAAADI4/Jmrz7gbzEqw/s72-c/Photo+on+2009-11-17+at+15.26+%232.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32980411.post-820658299045957618</id><published>2009-11-13T22:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T20:21:58.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;u&gt;smear mascara&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to swim on the 12th with the clique. It was awesome, really. Everyone went except Fengyuan :/ So swim swam swim swam till prolly around 5/6? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Clique went to city hall and I beetled off to Orchard to go to Meritus Hotel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Food was satisfactory, so-so. The prawns were good!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom spent 700 bucks on our facial products. Typical mumsie, well yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My face IS kind of screwed up now. I hope this works.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/SwEnIZaROjI/AAAAAAAADIw/ZrJY7VBvlk0/s400/P1060364.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404644053034809906" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/SwEnICbc8yI/AAAAAAAADIo/xUb0HzNslro/s400/P1060363.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404644046865756962" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Paranormal Activity&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Caught it with my friends. OHMYGOD it was.. Scary. I thought it to be scarier but it was scary enough to make me shiver after it ended. Maybe it was the cold.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the very same night all I could think of was that movie, really. My sister said i deserved it becuz I already know i'm sucha Scaredy Cat and I foolishly went to watch it. HAHA. Ohwells. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;These few days..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;have been going out to orchard and all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;KIKKI.K IS MY NEW WOODWOULD. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;bought a new pencil case there with Shiqi the other day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Got a new year planner on Saturday (: I'll TRY to use my notebooks now. Hahah. I love to collect notebooks, so what? Oh, i'm on to 'tin cans' now. Let's just say it's a get-by-time thing. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Prolly working in Sentosa soon. I need to money for my Korea trip. This is the disadvantage of not traveling with your parents. ): Limited money. HAHA. I'm quite excited, really! I can't wait to go to Lotte World, the Ski Resort, everything! Best thing is, i'll be sooo close to Leeminho. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I feel like babbling alll my way right here but I feel so restricted. I reckon people will read my posts and assume things. Neither do i want to private it because it's worse. What if the allowed people are the ones I feel like complaining about? How stupid is typing to myself or my closest friends.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Impending Prompy moood&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I am &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;SO NOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; excited for prom. I really do not like people remarking on other peoples dressings. Like, "OMG look what Fat Tina is wearing, wow she looks like a pink blob!" or "Heather looks so funny like that, the dress she's wearing, is SO old fashioned." kinda statements? Yeah I know it's kind of a 'natural reflex' thing for me too but I hate myself for doing that too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;AND I will not spend more than 200 bucks on prom, I swear. I'd rather spend my money on clothes I'd wear frequently and not something that I'd wear once in a blue moon. I don't care if the dress is branded now, as long as it's &lt;b&gt;pretty&lt;/b&gt;, i would look good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Not all brandy dresses are nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Flaw&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;Sometimes I hate myself for being such a brand-whore. I always think, good clothes are branded. That's why I never go to Far East Plaza or Bugis street all those, I think those places are for Lians, and lians suck. So I would always shop at other boutiques. Miss selfridge, Zara, Topshop, Pull and Bear. Even my bras are branded. I am such a sucker ain't i. I gotta change. And I gotta change fast.&lt;/s&gt; Ah I'm not going to tell you guys shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Self-recognition is a start. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I have lost many friends, losing more doesn't matter. People have their own blemishes, I know. But it needn't take a blemish to truly voice out how you feel. There isn't such a thing as preference in the coterie of friends. I like her,you like me and she likes you, equal. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And that's that.  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32980411-820658299045957618?l=februarymaybe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32980411/posts/default/820658299045957618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32980411/posts/default/820658299045957618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://februarymaybe.blogspot.com/2009/11/smear-mascara-went-to-swim-on-12th-with.html' title=''/><author><name>mavis kathryn benedict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14467025845837565728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/SxDxqZU3BAI/AAAAAAAADK4/AHTsx_keZM8/S220/images.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/SwEnIZaROjI/AAAAAAAADIw/ZrJY7VBvlk0/s72-c/P1060364.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32980411.post-6256485761561186299</id><published>2009-11-11T23:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T23:33:43.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Today marks the end of O levels.&lt;div&gt;Funny, I don't feel good. I thought I could have done better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not excited for prom either. :/ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OKAY! O levels ended so I should just partyaye and forget what stupid mistakes I made ya! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Swimming at Jurong tomorrow with the clique. Then to Meritus Hotel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going to do things I had always wished to do:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- SLEEP.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- EAT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- SHOP.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People said I have grown fatter. ): AH I feel so conscience of my weight nowadays. &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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/SvrY7LVItPI/AAAAAAAADIg/C4zQrJLQwVw/s400/Photo+on+2009-11-04+at+18.00.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402869214149653746" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have a hamster now (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;People! Meet&lt;b&gt; Flatfeet&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32980411-6256485761561186299?l=februarymaybe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32980411/posts/default/6256485761561186299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32980411/posts/default/6256485761561186299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://februarymaybe.blogspot.com/2009/11/today-marks-end-of-o-levels.html' title=''/><author><name>mavis kathryn benedict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14467025845837565728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/SxDxqZU3BAI/AAAAAAAADK4/AHTsx_keZM8/S220/images.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/SvrY7LVItPI/AAAAAAAADIg/C4zQrJLQwVw/s72-c/Photo+on+2009-11-04+at+18.00.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32980411.post-3154097101589846230</id><published>2009-11-04T20:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T20:46:41.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;There are things that even time can't break. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hello everyone (: I'm feeling chirpy today. Maybe because today sort of marks the end of my O levels. Well, not really but sorta. I already said sort of. I just have FNN and Science MCQ. And done. (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Shiqi came to my place yesterday. We played with the mac. (: Here goes..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/SvFy7j5puGI/AAAAAAAADIY/rI-omof0v8Q/s400/Photo+on+2009-11-03+at+13.47.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400223795768834146" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/SvFyfOAzouI/AAAAAAAADIQ/WQTJgZOomjk/s1600-h/Photo+on+2009-11-03+at+13.49.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/SvFyfOAzouI/AAAAAAAADIQ/WQTJgZOomjk/s1600-h/Photo+on+2009-11-03+at+13.49.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/SvFyfOAzouI/AAAAAAAADIQ/WQTJgZOomjk/s400/Photo+on+2009-11-03+at+13.49.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400223308856926946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh oh! we went to many worlds!! First we went to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cold sprouse whatsoever world. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/SvFye1o8aEI/AAAAAAAADII/R3xUG3I9RJM/s1600-h/Photo+on+2009-11-03+at+13.56.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/SvFye1o8aEI/AAAAAAAADII/R3xUG3I9RJM/s400/Photo+on+2009-11-03+at+13.56.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400223302314387522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ahhh.. my favourite. I went to Lee min Ho World.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh yes, it's real. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/SvFyem7rykI/AAAAAAAADIA/9LXr1a-hp6A/s1600-h/Photo+on+2009-11-03+at+14.01+%232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/SvFyem7rykI/AAAAAAAADIA/9LXr1a-hp6A/s400/Photo+on+2009-11-03+at+14.01+%232.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400223298366458434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then we went to DINO WORLD! oh-my-em-g.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/SvFyeTBI40I/AAAAAAAADH4/-zN7NjoCCik/s1600-h/Photo+on+2009-11-03+at+14.08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/SvFyeTBI40I/AAAAAAAADH4/-zN7NjoCCik/s400/Photo+on+2009-11-03+at+14.08.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400223293020627778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/SvFyeDW1cJI/AAAAAAAADHw/a7rejxzuEaQ/s1600-h/Photo+on+2009-11-03+at+14.08+%232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/SvFyeDW1cJI/AAAAAAAADHw/a7rejxzuEaQ/s400/Photo+on+2009-11-03+at+14.08+%232.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400223288816660626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/SvFx_aPNj9I/AAAAAAAADHo/mb2f0MJVyhs/s1600-h/Photo+on+2009-11-03+at+14.14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/SvFx_aPNj9I/AAAAAAAADHo/mb2f0MJVyhs/s400/Photo+on+2009-11-03+at+14.14.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400222762382757842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we took formal shots.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/SvFx_H4npSI/AAAAAAAADHg/z6CUgqy1rwA/s1600-h/Photo+on+2009-11-03+at+14.18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/SvFx_H4npSI/AAAAAAAADHg/z6CUgqy1rwA/s400/Photo+on+2009-11-03+at+14.18.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400222757456160034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And then we went to unicorn world. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ahhh mystical creature r we!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/SvFx-4F4DNI/AAAAAAAADHY/9frxw4jv4Oc/s1600-h/Photo+on+2009-11-03+at+14.27.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/SvFx-4F4DNI/AAAAAAAADHY/9frxw4jv4Oc/s400/Photo+on+2009-11-03+at+14.27.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400222753216793810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then we went to annoy juno.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/SvFx-mzU3iI/AAAAAAAADHQ/bKK35rqt7zs/s1600-h/Photo+on+2009-11-03+at+14.40+%233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/SvFx-mzU3iI/AAAAAAAADHQ/bKK35rqt7zs/s400/Photo+on+2009-11-03+at+14.40+%233.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400222748575587874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Look at her priceless face. (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/SvFx-dI5haI/AAAAAAAADHI/tKTrymsehhY/s1600-h/Photo+on+2009-11-03+at+14.28+%232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/SvFx-dI5haI/AAAAAAAADHI/tKTrymsehhY/s400/Photo+on+2009-11-03+at+14.28+%232.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400222745981715874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Overall, yesterday was great, couldn't be better. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;November 4, today.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Couldn't felt any more nervous. The air around me started to turn scarce and stiff. My lungs were gasping for air; so solid, so impenetrable. I was breathing bricks. I flipped open the page of the paper, first word I darted on "river channel". I smiled in content. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another blessing of God, what I studied for Geography came out. What I didn't study, didn't come out. (: I really thank Him for what he had done. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whatever it is, if the results are out and i did badly, I'd still thank Him. For i would have done worse without Him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32980411-3154097101589846230?l=februarymaybe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32980411/posts/default/3154097101589846230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32980411/posts/default/3154097101589846230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://februarymaybe.blogspot.com/2009/11/there-are-things-that-even-time-cant.html' title=''/><author><name>mavis kathryn benedict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14467025845837565728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/SxDxqZU3BAI/AAAAAAAADK4/AHTsx_keZM8/S220/images.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/SvFy7j5puGI/AAAAAAAADIY/rI-omof0v8Q/s72-c/Photo+on+2009-11-03+at+13.47.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32980411.post-571785876361524589</id><published>2009-11-02T16:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T16:54:41.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt; levels beckons menacingly and the anxiety echos everywhere in school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hi. It had been a pretty long time since I blogged, no? Inevitably, I was caught up in trying to swim to the surface. What was drowning me? Haha. Needless to say, O levels. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was Social Studies and Chemistry. I really feel so blessed during this period. I only studied one and only one theme; globalisation and guess what, globalisation really did came out! I know in my heart that most probably approx 80% globalisation would come out (thanks to many many sources) but the remaining 20% really left me fretful. But ohwell, globalisation came out (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chemistry was gooood. The paper was unexpectedly easy, I'd say. I thought it would be difficult because last year's paper was easy. Another blessing from God when I studied the Blast Furnace equations half an hour before the exam and it miraculously came out in the last section.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love God. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess its true, ain't it? God help those who help themselves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I broke the rosary which my godmother gave to me for confirmation. It isn't just some plain rosary. My godmother specially asked Pope Benedict to bless that rosary. And I stupidly dropped it. Gosh, sometimes I am disgusted by my carelessness. I hope superglue works.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is another way of how O levels punish people instead of the killing papers. Pimples. Papers, pimples, what's next? Pox?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/Su6dM2YmBII/AAAAAAAADGY/zo5fnrHO228/s400/Photo+on+2009-11-02+at+16.49.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399425847346463874" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/Su6dMzIdbSI/AAAAAAAADGQ/qIU3vdjJW1M/s400/Photo+on+2009-11-02+at+16.48.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399425846473485602" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Till then. Kill the papers, o-victims.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32980411-571785876361524589?l=februarymaybe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32980411/posts/default/571785876361524589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32980411/posts/default/571785876361524589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://februarymaybe.blogspot.com/2009/11/o-levels-beckons-menacingly-and-anxiety.html' title=''/><author><name>mavis kathryn benedict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14467025845837565728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/SxDxqZU3BAI/AAAAAAAADK4/AHTsx_keZM8/S220/images.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/Su6dM2YmBII/AAAAAAAADGY/zo5fnrHO228/s72-c/Photo+on+2009-11-02+at+16.49.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32980411.post-1733102051893937506</id><published>2009-10-16T21:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T16:46:24.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;As we go on, we remember.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not going to fabricate lies and trickery, Graduation wasn't all that good to me. Yeah, I was rather perturbed by the photo up on screen (it wasn't sightly at all). thaha. actually, it was rather to the amusing side. If my ego wasn't that high, I'd be laughing at myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the lighter note, I know that short(untreated) hair does not suit me and I've become well, nicer-looking. (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I showed sissy and nickwee my photo and they barked into a chorus of laughter. And when I say chorus, I mean different variations of sounds by them. Snorts, chortles, silent-laughs. Yeah. Their laugh lasted for around.. 4 minutes approx? Graduation was better. It was only 10 seconds of mortification. Nothing more, nothing less. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To say the truth, I wished my parents were there. Before they left, I was jumping for joy,ecstatic, glad they were not there. When they weren't there to see me graduate, something in me was missing. Some sort of inexplicable void in my heart. I've realised and realised it well, people do take things for granted. Would I say it's totally human and inevitable, I'll leave you to decide.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life in Holy High had been a coaster ride. Ups, downs, points of inflections, everything. As I backspace my life in thought, I can really unveil the chapters of what i've done during these 4 years. First day of school was Orientation Camp (i think). First person that enthralled me was minghui. Haha, boy sure was I crazy over him. I still remember how Theresa, Caslin, Veronica and I were good friends. I know theresa then was relatively the Pretty It girl in class. And I still remember how she babbles about some guy she named BumbleBee as his epithet. Good times, I'm sure. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Secondary 2 was where Love came crashing down on me, yup. I was just secondary 2 and I could nobly said I was in love. Immature, huh. Too, that year was when I started to hate people. Thinking back, I was really immature. Evidently, we change through time and hopefully, we become better than who we were. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Secondary 3, I had to start a new life in a new class. Even though it wasn't as difficult as for me than Cassandra, it still crossed that line. Things ended rough between Hweemay and I after Primary 6, it was more challenging to actually seal up that hole. Fortunately, things kicked off well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Secondary 4, now, I have realised a shred of me still have that immature attribute from 4 years back. Just because of overwhelming exasperation I had towards Gabriel, I broke friendships with him. I thought of mending it back but once I think about negative, I evicted my first intention. My other friends told me I'm being partial for this, thinking of only myself and not him. I guess, some people don't change do they.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;During these 4 years, I forged many friendships along the way. What I'm apprehensive about is, will these friendships last? I think they will but part of me says &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Mavis, not all friends last, they move to greener pastures and so will you."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've figured along my way of ponder, that with every bad friendship you had, a good one will beetle to you. For God has his on way of helping you get back on track. If your friend moved out, let them go. Strapping them back wouldn't do you good nor to them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life is like that, isn't it? Unknown.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32980411-1733102051893937506?l=februarymaybe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32980411/posts/default/1733102051893937506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32980411/posts/default/1733102051893937506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://februarymaybe.blogspot.com/2009/10/as-we-go-on-we-remember.html' title=''/><author><name>mavis kathryn benedict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14467025845837565728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/SxDxqZU3BAI/AAAAAAAADK4/AHTsx_keZM8/S220/images.jpeg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32980411.post-7102769202655009905</id><published>2009-10-15T23:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T00:58:33.539+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/StdG5Fk9ycI/AAAAAAAADGI/Seh_q47Bi8s/s1600-h/Photo+on+2009-10-15+at+16.54.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/StdG5Fk9ycI/AAAAAAAADGI/Seh_q47Bi8s/s400/Photo+on+2009-10-15+at+16.54.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392857025363167682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/StdG4mVkQUI/AAAAAAAADGA/_22mMY1fwGI/s1600-h/Photo+on+2009-10-15+at+13.37+%232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/StdG4mVkQUI/AAAAAAAADGA/_22mMY1fwGI/s400/Photo+on+2009-10-15+at+13.37+%232.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392857016977080642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/StdG4K8rCLI/AAAAAAAADF4/xaVc81Eo0SQ/s1600-h/Photo+on+2009-10-15+at+16.54+%232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/StdG4K8rCLI/AAAAAAAADF4/xaVc81Eo0SQ/s400/Photo+on+2009-10-15+at+16.54+%232.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392857009624910002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/StdG3yj7cBI/AAAAAAAADFw/jG-N-WZkGsY/s1600-h/4-up+on+2009-10-15+at+15.54.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/StdG3yj7cBI/AAAAAAAADFw/jG-N-WZkGsY/s400/4-up+on+2009-10-15+at+15.54.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392857003078676498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/StdG3d0wfdI/AAAAAAAADFo/9ehVChNH8aI/s1600-h/4-up+on+2009-10-14+at+18.25+%232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/StdG3d0wfdI/AAAAAAAADFo/9ehVChNH8aI/s400/4-up+on+2009-10-14+at+18.25+%232.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392856997512117714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;u&gt;Shut up and listen.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 11px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;You know, either you're in or you're out. There are no in betweens. And i feel i'm hanging by such a thin thread it'll break in no time. It can't weather the storms, at least i think it won't be able to now. But who knows? I am so tired of playing catching up and school's draining me out. Everything else is peripheral now though, all i want to do is get my Os. I've learnt something, you jolly well do well for your exams because at the end of the road, there'll be no one there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Helvetica; color:#878787;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Yes your friends can comfort you till their throats run dry but in the end, you're alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Helvetica; color: #878787"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Helvetica; color: #878787"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Helvetica; color: #878787"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Helvetica; color: #878787"&gt;I'm pretty enervated. I'll elaborate more on Graduation Night tomorrow (If I have the time to spare). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Helvetica; color: #878787"&gt;Just to say a little, I will really miss Holy High. No matter the good or bad, it forged a memory in me and i'm glad it had.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Helvetica; color: #878787"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32980411-7102769202655009905?l=februarymaybe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32980411/posts/default/7102769202655009905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32980411/posts/default/7102769202655009905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://februarymaybe.blogspot.com/2009/10/shut-up-and-listen.html' title=''/><author><name>mavis kathryn benedict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14467025845837565728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/SxDxqZU3BAI/AAAAAAAADK4/AHTsx_keZM8/S220/images.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/StdG5Fk9ycI/AAAAAAAADGI/Seh_q47Bi8s/s72-c/Photo+on+2009-10-15+at+16.54.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32980411.post-4097677328291307822</id><published>2009-10-14T00:18:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T00:49:46.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hello.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's what I did in the past few days (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We got a Mac.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm quite happy about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As you can see, we had loads of fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me, Sissy, Juno, Popo, Ana and Mom. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm pretty lazy to upload everything. So, enjoy the pocket number photos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 388px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/StSsD3wYFcI/AAAAAAAADFg/gq8IaO5qFbQ/s400/Photo+on+2009-10-12+at+13.29+%233.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392123836375766466" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/StSpigIYx7I/AAAAAAAADFI/n7vsj6Ge5jc/s1600-h/Photo+on+2009-10-12+at+14.22.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/StSpigIYx7I/AAAAAAAADFI/n7vsj6Ge5jc/s400/Photo+on+2009-10-12+at+14.22.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392121064075085746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/StSpiRFCxDI/AAAAAAAADFA/Uc-3LUyDAU4/s1600-h/Photo+on+2009-10-12+at+13.32+%232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/StSo1xBGgiI/AAAAAAAADEQ/U_NOqh_ZIvg/s400/Photo+on+2009-10-11+at+23.11.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392120295513817634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/StSo1SBoFHI/AAAAAAAADEI/45H71_NJGlw/s1600-h/Photo+on+2009-10-09+at+22.22+%232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/StSo1SBoFHI/AAAAAAAADEI/45H71_NJGlw/s400/Photo+on+2009-10-09+at+22.22+%232.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392120287194518642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/StSo1CYUBXI/AAAAAAAADEA/25aUQ6PHnAs/s1600-h/Photo+on+2009-10-09+at+22.19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/StSo1CYUBXI/AAAAAAAADEA/25aUQ6PHnAs/s400/Photo+on+2009-10-09+at+22.19.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392120282994705778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monday blues, tuesday's fart, wednesday, i'm not really sure what is wednesdays epithet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyhow, I watched a show St. Trinians today. Nice, (: loved it, wanna be in it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have seriously nothing to say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, daddykins birthday is tomorrow. Actually, it's today since it's 12.40 am. Happy birthday, pop. You're one year nearer to your dotage. Mmmm, i think you have already reached. (: Thaha, maybe this is the reason why he told the whole family, "DON'T WISH ME HAPPY BIRTHDAY."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was thinking, "like, please. what makes you think we wanna?" HAHAH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; It was just a thought, just a thought. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll tell you a secret today. Since i don't really like to keep secrets. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've.. Not bathed since morning. I didn't wash my hair for around.. 1 1/2 days (: I'm morphing into a malodorous witch! Haha, no i'm just rioting against clean girls. Divergence is what i strive for (: HAHA. Kidding kidding. Alrighty, I shall go bathe now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Toodles, posh totties.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[edited]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ohoh! should i order Macdonalds now? I'm feeling really hungry. I think i should! Fleng flies fleng flies i want some fleng flies. hungbogus hungbogus i love hungbogus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32980411-4097677328291307822?l=februarymaybe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32980411/posts/default/4097677328291307822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32980411/posts/default/4097677328291307822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://februarymaybe.blogspot.com/2009/10/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>mavis kathryn benedict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14467025845837565728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/SxDxqZU3BAI/AAAAAAAADK4/AHTsx_keZM8/S220/images.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/StSsD3wYFcI/AAAAAAAADFg/gq8IaO5qFbQ/s72-c/Photo+on+2009-10-12+at+13.29+%233.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32980411.post-8441016127968419689</id><published>2009-10-09T20:24:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T01:16:31.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/Ss8u25RuAxI/AAAAAAAADD4/Vy2ca4A5WR0/s1600-h/SDC10752.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390578799608726290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3P25veaSULw/Ss8u25RuAxI/AAAAAAAADD4/Vy2ca4A5WR0/s400/SDC10752.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The bright hues of the morning sky lit up that morning. I awoke with a purpose; to go to school and adhere to the monotonous timetable. Though it sounded ridiculously horrid, I liked it. Everything seemed pretty, then. The flora seemed to be in full bloom and the clouds especially white. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I took the usual path, walked the usual way, wore the usual thing. To any other stranger, it was just typical Friday, 9th of October. To me, typical Friday, 9th of October, was not so typical at all. I was excited, elated, ecstatic. My joy was overwhelming. I could finally see that special someone. In the head of mine, I planned out every single second, in precision. Where will I get to see him, where will he get to see me. For that second, I will be his and his only. In turn, he will be mine and mine only. I didn't have to share that second or risk any heartbreak. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The hands of the clock moved especially slow that day. I was about to smash it into pieces! I couldn't stand another of wait. I was anxious. My Second was so near yet so far, just a sheer glass lining away. Time and time again, fear gripped my heart. The minute stopped whenever I thought about anything bad that happened to him. I couldn't lose this time. Not this time.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:1
