<?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-7901380</id><updated>2011-07-31T11:19:41.832+08:00</updated><category term='Corrinne May - Free.'/><category term='The GazettE - Burial Applicant.'/><category term='Daughtry - Over You.'/><category term='Enrique - Hero.'/><category term='Plain White T&apos;s - Hey There Delilah.'/><category term='Muse - Time Is Running Out.'/><category term='Avenged Sevenfold - Chapter 4.'/><category term='Vogue.'/><category term='The Killers - Mr. Brightside.'/><category term='Taylor Swift - Love Story.'/><category term='Corrinne May - Little Superhero Girl.'/><category term='Mandy Moore - Crush.'/><category term='Christina Aguilera - 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B.O.B - 369'/><category term='Gwen Stefani - Luxorious.'/><category term='The breakout.'/><category term='No Doubt - Hey Baby.'/><category term='Rooney - Losing All Control.'/><category term='Gwen Stefani - Harajuku girls.'/><category term='the GazettE - Filth In The Beauty.'/><category term='Jet - Shine On.'/><category term='Franz Ferdinand - Well That Was Easy.'/><category term='Pink Martini - Lily.'/><category term='Dashboard Confessional - Vindicated.'/><category term='Jay Chou - Secret.'/><category term='Fergie - Mary Jane Shoes.'/><category term='Sara Bareilles - Love Song.'/><category term='Blink 182 - I Miss You.'/><category term='The GazettE - Cassis.'/><category term='Gwen Stefani - Orange County Girl.'/><category term='Savage Garden - To The Moon And Back.'/><category term='Pink Martini - Hey Eugene.'/><category term='Fall Out Boy - The Music Or The Misery.'/><category term='Maroon 5 - Won&apos;t Go Home Without You.'/><category term='Boys Like Girls - Dance Hall Drug.'/><category term='digital love.'/><category term='The Cranberries - Dreams.'/><category term='Tony Bennett - I Left My Heart In San Francisco.'/><category term='Natalie Burks - What Will I Do.'/><category term='Mandy Moore - 17.'/><category term='Lifehouse - Whatever It Takes.'/><category term='Avril Lavigne - Girlfriend.'/><category term='Savage Garden - Truely Madly Deeply.'/><category term='The Click Five - When I&apos;m Gone.'/><category term='Enrique - Break Me'/><category term='the GazttE - Cassis.'/><category term='smiles.'/><category term='Boys Like Girls - Hero/Heroine.'/><category term='Howie Day - Collide.'/><category term='30 Seconds To Mars - A Modern Myth.'/><title type='text'>Dear Blog :D</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>ended.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15688734847947946423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>695</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901380.post-7297472003100382454</id><published>2009-11-16T22:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T22:05:55.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAHA OMG WTF I CAN STILL LOG INTO BLOGGER.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901380-7297472003100382454?l=vinedresser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/feeds/7297472003100382454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901380&amp;postID=7297472003100382454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/7297472003100382454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/7297472003100382454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/2009/11/haha-omg-wtf-i-can-still-log-into.html' title=''/><author><name>ended.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15688734847947946423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901380.post-5406374192473361728</id><published>2008-10-07T21:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T01:06:26.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Livejournal, go!</title><content type='html'>Okay, livejournal's layout is pretty screwed but sweet home alabama, I'm moving there for now. Cos thr's moooooooodz, it intrigues moi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'll still bloogy blog here when I feel like it, though it'll mostly be there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vine-dresser.livejournal.com"&gt;Click!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;P/S Oh, there's private posts, so friends only 8) Add!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;june&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901380-5406374192473361728?l=vinedresser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/feeds/5406374192473361728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901380&amp;postID=5406374192473361728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/5406374192473361728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/5406374192473361728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/2008/10/livejournal-go.html' title='Livejournal, go!'/><author><name>ended.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15688734847947946423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901380.post-8229990206376920576</id><published>2008-10-06T22:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T23:02:27.584+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fergie - Big Girls Don&apos;t Cry.'/><title type='text'>As long,</title><content type='html'>_ ____ _____ _______.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You probably don't know that, or rather you choose not to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I NEED TO STUDY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;june&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Agyness = 8) Yes?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901380-8229990206376920576?l=vinedresser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/feeds/8229990206376920576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901380&amp;postID=8229990206376920576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/8229990206376920576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/8229990206376920576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/2008/10/as-long.html' title='As long,'/><author><name>ended.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15688734847947946423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901380.post-3246372452787882154</id><published>2008-10-06T22:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T22:52:26.660+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kanye West - Love Lockdown.'/><title type='text'>Agyness is my friend.</title><content type='html'>If I ever see her, I'll prolly be too stumped for words, why, you ask? Just look at her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What say you? Such beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2herJBgscQ8/SOolxnUQvpI/AAAAAAAAAvc/RyzArejSAxk/s1600-h/agyness!.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2herJBgscQ8/SOolxnUQvpI/AAAAAAAAAvc/RyzArejSAxk/s200/agyness!.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254053449578888850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;june&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901380-3246372452787882154?l=vinedresser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/feeds/3246372452787882154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901380&amp;postID=3246372452787882154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/3246372452787882154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/3246372452787882154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/2008/10/agyness-is-my-friend.html' title='Agyness is my friend.'/><author><name>ended.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15688734847947946423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2herJBgscQ8/SOolxnUQvpI/AAAAAAAAAvc/RyzArejSAxk/s72-c/agyness!.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901380.post-8092037525573562700</id><published>2008-10-06T21:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T22:47:37.508+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taylor Swift - Love Story.'/><title type='text'>Livejournal.</title><content type='html'>I'm juggling between Livejournal &amp; Blogger. So, as my mood goes, I'll blog on either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I think I'll blog more on Livejournal. I'll leave this here though.&lt;br /&gt;However, I haven't got my Live up &amp; done yet, so let's love love blooooooger, still. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;june&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901380-8092037525573562700?l=vinedresser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/feeds/8092037525573562700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901380&amp;postID=8092037525573562700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/8092037525573562700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/8092037525573562700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/2008/10/livejournal.html' title='Livejournal.'/><author><name>ended.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15688734847947946423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901380.post-2483842589419029822</id><published>2008-10-06T11:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T11:57:39.354+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taylor Swift - Love Story.'/><title type='text'>My Couch.</title><content type='html'>I can't take it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2herJBgscQ8/SOmKpLuV-cI/AAAAAAAAAvE/vjuWC1zeRak/s1600-h/gaspard!.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2herJBgscQ8/SOmKpLuV-cI/AAAAAAAAAvE/vjuWC1zeRak/s200/gaspard!.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253882880430832066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he was lying on my couch with that pretty boy face of his, I doubt I'll ever leave my house ever again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I think,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2herJBgscQ8/SOmLpNKFj2I/AAAAAAAAAvM/EzQRJbIGj00/s1600-h/gas!.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2herJBgscQ8/SOmLpNKFj2I/AAAAAAAAAvM/EzQRJbIGj00/s200/gas!.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253883980327260002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2herJBgscQ8/SOmLpZjVM2I/AAAAAAAAAvU/bhIPcm7gfUg/s1600-h/chace!.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2herJBgscQ8/SOmLpZjVM2I/AAAAAAAAAvU/bhIPcm7gfUg/s200/chace!.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253883983654368098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chace &amp; Gaspard are twins. 8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;june&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901380-2483842589419029822?l=vinedresser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/feeds/2483842589419029822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901380&amp;postID=2483842589419029822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/2483842589419029822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/2483842589419029822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-couch.html' title='My Couch.'/><author><name>ended.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15688734847947946423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2herJBgscQ8/SOmKpLuV-cI/AAAAAAAAAvE/vjuWC1zeRak/s72-c/gaspard!.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901380.post-5460918238031803006</id><published>2008-10-06T11:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T11:31:35.840+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kat Deluna - Run The Show.'/><title type='text'>T days to Os.</title><content type='html'>Son of a gun, it's been longz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;%()@*%#)(*%#)(*%#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh, D: Oh well, I'm on study break right now, &amp; I'm supposed to be studying Physics right now cos in 2 hrs time I'm having Physics test, &amp; I'm sooooo screwed, thank you berry much, gahhhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm penniless now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent 50 bucks on Mark's biscuits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raspberry poptarts can't be compared to blueberry ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to watch Gossip Girl 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to take dance again.&lt;br /&gt;(&amp; I just realise, that Run The Show is my warm-up song, 8) I'm amazed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;june&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901380-5460918238031803006?l=vinedresser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/feeds/5460918238031803006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901380&amp;postID=5460918238031803006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/5460918238031803006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/5460918238031803006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/2008/10/t-days-to-os.html' title='T days to Os.'/><author><name>ended.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15688734847947946423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901380.post-1968718383965877911</id><published>2008-09-13T14:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T14:41:04.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been one week since school reopened, sheesh! &amp; it's reeeeallly boring, like upper-case,-bold-&amp;-th-biggest-font-available-kind of boring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Checked scripts, blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It stinks to check scripts, because th aftermath of it all, stinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This stinks, I don't feel like blogging now, I feel like sleeping, oh wellllllll. I'm lazy. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S I can feel it again, why does it always turn out like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;june&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901380-1968718383965877911?l=vinedresser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/feeds/1968718383965877911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901380&amp;postID=1968718383965877911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/1968718383965877911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/1968718383965877911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-been-one-week-since-school-reopened.html' title=''/><author><name>ended.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15688734847947946423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901380.post-6611866024384819802</id><published>2008-09-06T20:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T20:03:19.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm lesbian.</title><content type='html'>♥June.C/    5 P.M. At Cafe De Flore. says:&lt;br /&gt;NO&lt;br /&gt;♥June.C/    5 P.M. At Cafe De Flore. says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha rememver we dont talk at all?&lt;br /&gt;  Joe   says:&lt;br /&gt;we didnt meh?&lt;br /&gt;  Joe   says:&lt;br /&gt;i only remember you were scolding almost everybody&lt;br /&gt;  Joe   says:&lt;br /&gt;then we went jay's concert&lt;br /&gt;  Joe   says:&lt;br /&gt;then everything changed&lt;br /&gt;  Joe   says:&lt;br /&gt;Lol&lt;br /&gt;♥June.C/    5 P.M. At Cafe De Flore. says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHA YAY! YA, okay fine. what th hell. I HATE BOYS! what dya expect  &lt;br /&gt;  Joe   says:&lt;br /&gt;you do?&lt;br /&gt;  Joe   says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;  Joe   says:&lt;br /&gt;HILARIOUS&lt;br /&gt;♥June.C/    5 P.M. At Cafe De Flore. says:&lt;br /&gt;YA&lt;br /&gt;♥June.C/    5 P.M. At Cafe De Flore. says:&lt;br /&gt;i scold almost every guy, dude, if i wasn't a tender age of 12, i might have thought im lesbian  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, Hehe, Hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;june&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901380-6611866024384819802?l=vinedresser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/feeds/6611866024384819802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901380&amp;postID=6611866024384819802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/6611866024384819802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/6611866024384819802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-lesbian.html' title='I&apos;m lesbian.'/><author><name>ended.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15688734847947946423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901380.post-3470873507718310429</id><published>2008-09-06T19:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T19:53:19.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Regular teenager with an old soul.</title><content type='html'>Livejournal is so tempting, it's like a dark force alluring me over there, but I don't wanna desert my oh-so-antique blog that I have right here since P6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For th love of macaroni, sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I want a pair of Doc Marts, &amp; check out Joe's wordpress. I'm his inspiration alright-o!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"This is gonna sound stupid but,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June, you’re my inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I’m not weird, I’m just gifted."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing how this bud has always helped me out of pile of shiz whenever I think I'm gonna die. But no really, he's just plain weird. &amp; we only knew each other after we ended Pri School, honestly, what an irony. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2herJBgscQ8/SMJurca4haI/AAAAAAAAAu8/WzgnZ3azvzE/s1600-h/IMG_4760.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2herJBgscQ8/SMJurca4haI/AAAAAAAAAu8/WzgnZ3azvzE/s200/IMG_4760.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242874608855057826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your regular teenager with an old soul. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(You always hear people saying "Young at heart...blah blah blah", now he's th exact reverse. Tell me who actually digs Andy Lau &amp; Jacky Cheung big time at our age?! Only my mom does, see? He's an old soul. Golly.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;june&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901380-3470873507718310429?l=vinedresser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/feeds/3470873507718310429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901380&amp;postID=3470873507718310429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/3470873507718310429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/3470873507718310429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/2008/09/regular-teenager-with-old-soul.html' title='Regular teenager with an old soul.'/><author><name>ended.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15688734847947946423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2herJBgscQ8/SMJurca4haI/AAAAAAAAAu8/WzgnZ3azvzE/s72-c/IMG_4760.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901380.post-3949559264821478949</id><published>2008-09-06T17:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T18:04:18.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When I Grow Up.</title><content type='html'>It's my honour to appear on Eyeveenarh's blog. So I chatted with her, because I miss her wOrwz.(Hahaha, no way Ken, I'm so kidding, I'm your Barbie girl.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For th love of macaroni I'm not making sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ivyna says:&lt;br /&gt;thats why i (heartshape)  you&lt;br /&gt;ivyna says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHHA&lt;br /&gt;ivyna says:&lt;br /&gt;cause youre my pop tard&lt;br /&gt;ivyna says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAH&lt;br /&gt;ivyna says:&lt;br /&gt;what the hell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, no but I realllllllly miss/love her! Especially grocery shopping, braces date, ice-cream, eating, talking till I-don't-know-what-time-is-it, Amath lessons &amp; so much more! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're gonna go Switzerland, Manhattan, New York, Ireland, England, London, Paris, France, Cannes, Canada &amp; so much more. We're gonna backpack, &amp; go skinny dipping, th irony of it all? I don't know how to swim D: Wowser. I'll drown there, so long folks, miss me when I'm gone D: We're gonna backpack eggtarts &amp; ondeh ondeh, I'll squirt ondeh ondeh on Eyeveenarh, I'll laugh like madness. &amp; we'll get an apartment together, live together, laugh together, eat together, do th girly things ol things together, we'll watch horror flicks together, talk on th phone together even when we're only one seat away, &amp; then we'll scream of how scary th horror flick is, then we'll chill to Hannah Montana (?!) &amp; to end th day, we'll grocery-shop &amp; buy so much Poptarts to pop till we die of Poptarts D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait, did I mention how we will sit in front of our lappys &amp; keep deleting our recycle bins for fun just to see th icons disappear? Then we'll be real hairpee kidz, &amp; we'll continue bobbing to th melody of Aqua's Barbie Girl! D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I.CANT.WAIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, wowser. This calls for a 'When I Grow Up' situation. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S I love P like I love pork (Hehehehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;june&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901380-3949559264821478949?l=vinedresser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/feeds/3949559264821478949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901380&amp;postID=3949559264821478949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/3949559264821478949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/3949559264821478949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/2008/09/when-i-grow-up.html' title='When I Grow Up.'/><author><name>ended.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15688734847947946423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901380.post-8723712047172760798</id><published>2008-09-06T14:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T15:10:12.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My oh-so-unstable comp really makes me peeved. It's son of a gun irritating, but oh well, I gave up on it alrdy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okayyyyy, this sucks. I'm feeeeeeeling like an arse right now cos I've got tons of hmwrk t do, &amp; I really don't wanna do it, cos I just wanna spend me afternoon away watching Scrubs. &amp; eating peanut butter straight from the jar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh, what a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;june&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901380-8723712047172760798?l=vinedresser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/feeds/8723712047172760798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901380&amp;postID=8723712047172760798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/8723712047172760798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/8723712047172760798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-oh-so-unstable-comp-really-makes-me.html' title=''/><author><name>ended.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15688734847947946423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901380.post-6466119120799424068</id><published>2008-09-03T17:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T18:53:29.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know it's so amazing how you can be on th top of th world, but in th next 2 hours. You're down in th dumps. But once again, when you actually take a step back &amp; learn to see, you'll realise how stupid you've been &amp; t`was all a miscommunication. Then, th next 2 hours of infinite centuries, you're living your life with your friend happily, licking ice-cream of the same cone &amp; talking on th phone on a saturday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only to realise you don't have much time left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh welllllllllllllz (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still can't believe myself. Hahahahahahahaha, I'm seriously a 'June-get-a-life-why-are-you-always-over-reacting' person. Hahahaha, I need to stop over-reacting for no rhyme or reason(oooookay, thr's a reason but still), geeeeez. Hahaha, don't hurt me, cos I'll over-react &amp; burst into tears, &amp; be hurt beyond repair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;june&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901380-6466119120799424068?l=vinedresser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/feeds/6466119120799424068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901380&amp;postID=6466119120799424068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/6466119120799424068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/6466119120799424068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/2008/09/you-know-its-so-amazing-how-you-can-be.html' title=''/><author><name>ended.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15688734847947946423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901380.post-9121438786356504664</id><published>2008-09-03T14:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T14:23:59.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twinzorz.</title><content type='html'>♥June.C/    About Love In St Germain De Pres. says:&lt;br /&gt;IM WEARING THE GUYS TANK WE BOUGHT.&lt;br /&gt;♥June.C/    About Love In St Germain De Pres. says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHA&lt;br /&gt;♥June.C/    About Love In St Germain De Pres. says:&lt;br /&gt;as in im wearing now.&lt;br /&gt;♥June.C/    About Love In St Germain De Pres. says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Yoshihiro Naruse sent 9/3/2008 2:02 PM:&lt;br /&gt;YEAH I WANTED TO WEAR THAT&lt;br /&gt;♥June.C/    About Love In St Germain De Pres. says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHA no, as in im wearing now.&lt;br /&gt;♥June.C/    About Love In St Germain De Pres. says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha its my PJS&lt;br /&gt;Yoshihiro Naruse sent 9/3/2008 2:02 PM:&lt;br /&gt;omg hello are you online&lt;br /&gt;Yoshihiro Naruse sent 9/3/2008 2:02 PM:&lt;br /&gt;I ALSO WEARING NOW&lt;br /&gt;Yoshihiro Naruse sent 9/3/2008 2:02 PM:&lt;br /&gt;WAHLAO&lt;br /&gt;♥June.C/    About Love In St Germain De Pres. says:&lt;br /&gt;yes, hello i am&lt;br /&gt;♥June.C/    About Love In St Germain De Pres. says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHA ARE YOU SERIOUS?!&lt;br /&gt;♥June.C/    About Love In St Germain De Pres. says:&lt;br /&gt;which colour?!&lt;br /&gt;♥June.C/    About Love In St Germain De Pres. says:&lt;br /&gt;GREY&lt;br /&gt;Yoshihiro Naruse sent 9/3/2008 2:02 PM:&lt;br /&gt;YES&lt;br /&gt;Yoshihiro Naruse sent 9/3/2008 2:02 PM:&lt;br /&gt;grey&lt;br /&gt;Yoshihiro Naruse sent 9/3/2008 2:02 PM:&lt;br /&gt;WTF&lt;br /&gt;♥June.C/    About Love In St Germain De Pres. says:&lt;br /&gt;WTF&lt;br /&gt;♥June.C/    About Love In St Germain De Pres. says:&lt;br /&gt;WE ARE WEARING THE SAME THING.&lt;br /&gt;Yoshihiro Naruse sent 9/3/2008 2:03 PM:&lt;br /&gt;if we had a webcam&lt;br /&gt;Yoshihiro Naruse sent 9/3/2008 2:03 PM:&lt;br /&gt;if we had a webcam we can see how ridiculous we look&lt;br /&gt;♥June.C/    About Love In St Germain De Pres. says:&lt;br /&gt;we are wearing the same thing, zomg zomg zomg. if only we had a webcam.&lt;br /&gt;YA&lt;br /&gt;♥June.C/    About Love In St Germain De Pres. says:&lt;br /&gt;but im wearing hairband now, damn ghey.&lt;br /&gt;♥June.C/    About Love In St Germain De Pres. says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHA&lt;br /&gt;Yoshihiro Naruse sent 9/3/2008 2:04 PM:&lt;br /&gt;wtf hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;♥June.C/    About Love In St Germain De Pres. says:&lt;br /&gt;zomg, it's gonna be fun, oh well&lt;br /&gt;Yoshihiro Naruse sent 9/3/2008 2:04 PM:&lt;br /&gt;im not&lt;br /&gt;Yoshihiro Naruse sent 9/3/2008 2:04 PM:&lt;br /&gt;i think i should though. v hot.&lt;br /&gt;Yoshihiro Naruse sent 9/3/2008 2:04 PM:&lt;br /&gt;we really twins sial.&lt;br /&gt;♥June.C/    About Love In St Germain De Pres. says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHA, scary siol, i think we're really twins thats mixed up at birth. ZOMG. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Yoshihiro Naruse sent 9/3/2008 2:06 PM:&lt;br /&gt;16 days apart hellooo&lt;br /&gt;♥June.C/    About Love In St Germain De Pres. says:&lt;br /&gt;OH YA hahahahahahahah, shizzzzzz.&lt;br /&gt;♥June.C/    About Love In St Germain De Pres. says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha, but still, our birthdays are so near &lt;br /&gt;Yoshihiro Naruse sent 9/3/2008 2:07 PM:&lt;br /&gt;YEAH&lt;br /&gt;Yoshihiro Naruse sent 9/3/2008 2:07 PM:&lt;br /&gt;nbbbbbb&lt;br /&gt;Yoshihiro Naruse sent 9/3/2008 2:07 PM:&lt;br /&gt;scary mary&lt;br /&gt;♥June.C/    About Love In St Germain De Pres. says:&lt;br /&gt;bloody mary. HAHA, this is so hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, so when I found out we were wearing th same Pjs, I wanted to blog about how identical, how scary, how alike, LY &amp; I are, &amp; it's highly possible that we're twins. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I found out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;We.Were.Doing.The.Same.Thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yoshihiro Naruse sent 9/3/2008 2:09 PM:&lt;br /&gt;yay i blogged about us.&lt;br /&gt;♥June.C/    About Love In St Germain De Pres. says:&lt;br /&gt;ZOMG IM BLOGGING ABOUT YS&lt;br /&gt;♥June.C/    About Love In St Germain De Pres. says:&lt;br /&gt;THIS.IS.TOO.FREAKY.&lt;br /&gt;♥June.C/    About Love In St Germain De Pres. says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Yoshihiro Naruse sent 9/3/2008 2:10 PM:&lt;br /&gt;WTFFFF&lt;br /&gt;♥June.C/    About Love In St Germain De Pres. says:&lt;br /&gt;omg, even when blogging, we're doing th same thing.&lt;br /&gt;♥June.C/    About Love In St Germain De Pres. says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHA&lt;br /&gt;Yoshihiro Naruse sent 9/3/2008 2:10 PM:&lt;br /&gt;I COPIED THE CONVO HOW BOUT YOU&lt;br /&gt;♥June.C/    About Love In St Germain De Pres. says:&lt;br /&gt;ME TOO&lt;br /&gt;♥June.C/    About Love In St Germain De Pres. says:&lt;br /&gt;OMG OMG OMG OMG&lt;br /&gt;♥June.C/    About Love In St Germain De Pres. says:&lt;br /&gt;IM LAUGHING LIKE MADNESS.&lt;br /&gt;Yoshihiro Naruse sent 9/3/2008 2:11 PM:&lt;br /&gt;classic.&lt;br /&gt;♥June.C/    About Love In St Germain De Pres. says:&lt;br /&gt;champion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were blogging about th same thing, we pasted the conv. Oh for th love of macaroni, I really think this is hilariously, good. I found an identical. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 cheers? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;june&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901380-9121438786356504664?l=vinedresser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/feeds/9121438786356504664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901380&amp;postID=9121438786356504664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/9121438786356504664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/9121438786356504664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/2008/09/june.html' title='Twinzorz.'/><author><name>ended.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15688734847947946423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901380.post-7617405112198554283</id><published>2008-09-03T13:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T13:25:03.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/SkLhBm_HgL"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/SkLhBm_HgL" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/mystiqued/music/ZmOCmUdT/01_girl_from_ipanema/"&gt;01 Girl From Ipanema - &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need tea cookies, with tea. (I have them in my kitchen, but really, I'm lazy to walk all th way there, it's grueling.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;june&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901380-7617405112198554283?l=vinedresser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/feeds/7617405112198554283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901380&amp;postID=7617405112198554283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/7617405112198554283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/7617405112198554283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/2008/09/01-girl-from-ipanema-i-need-tea-cookies.html' title=''/><author><name>ended.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15688734847947946423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901380.post-369413030088744407</id><published>2008-09-03T12:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T12:38:59.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel like watching Harold &amp; Kumar right about now, eating oatmeal cookies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahhahahahaha, do you actually know how much fun that is. Okay, that's it. I'm going to load Harold &amp; Kumar now. &amp; get my oatmeal in. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;june&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901380-369413030088744407?l=vinedresser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/feeds/369413030088744407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901380&amp;postID=369413030088744407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/369413030088744407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/369413030088744407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-feel-like-watching-harold-kumar-right.html' title=''/><author><name>ended.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15688734847947946423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901380.post-6602775122373690030</id><published>2008-09-02T13:53:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T16:05:25.436+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Girl From Ipanema.'/><title type='text'>Music + Muffin = Love.</title><content type='html'>I realised I've got so much things tht I wanna do in my lifetime, I wanna learn how to drift, I wanna be a street racer, I wanna be a lawyer, I wanna be a baker, I wanna be a chef, I wanna be a forensic dudette, I wanna be a F1 driver, I wanna be an air stewardess (okay my height, fine), I wanna be a pilot. But, I think I ultimately want to be a homemaker (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna go for tea with my friends, then to grocery shopping, head home, cook, &amp; sit around with a smile, waiting for my love to return home. &amp; when he's home, we'll say grace, eat together, with music playing softly in th background, gaze into each others' eyes, &amp; just smile. &amp; on weekends we'll head down to th beach, enjoy th sun, we'll head to church, just thanking God for each other &amp; sing of His love for us. &amp; we'll lead our lives together as one, with God, glorifying His name. (: It doesn't need tons of words to make it sweet. (: It just feels so simple, yet sweet beyond description. (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;A simple life with God &amp; love, isn't that th best?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday's a lovely day. So lovely. But I'll not blog about it, cos it's something way too special &amp; precious for blogging, &amp; only we'll know why. Because this is shared between th two of us, not th whole world. (But of course, with th exception of God, well He knows everything, HOW COOL IS THAT! :D ) (: &amp; I can't thank God enough, for you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's those kinda days whr everything just seems so fun, even if it means staring blankly at nothing, because it's with that special someone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Completely melts me.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; days like these, will go on, &amp; on with God guiding us through, &amp; us, glorifying His name. (: &amp; of course, checking those boxes. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2herJBgscQ8/SLzcX1ZWn-I/AAAAAAAAAu0/U6dfYkTjB0U/s1600-h/summerlove.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2herJBgscQ8/SLzcX1ZWn-I/AAAAAAAAAu0/U6dfYkTjB0U/s200/summerlove.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241306368380936162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"You're not going anywhere, you know."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S I slept for 12 hours straight &amp; I'm still tired, I think I have a problem :o&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;june&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901380-6602775122373690030?l=vinedresser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/feeds/6602775122373690030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901380&amp;postID=6602775122373690030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/6602775122373690030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/6602775122373690030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/2008/09/music-muffin-love.html' title='Music + Muffin = Love.'/><author><name>ended.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15688734847947946423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2herJBgscQ8/SLzcX1ZWn-I/AAAAAAAAAu0/U6dfYkTjB0U/s72-c/summerlove.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901380.post-8921219289089391</id><published>2008-09-02T13:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T13:53:10.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh well, so many things happened in th past 3 days. But th good ruled out th bad stuff-o!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had Twister &amp; dinner with Sel, Jia En, Cowen &amp; Tim. I realised how much I missssssss aft-YF dinners, haven't gone for dinner with them for eons. Oh well, now that I realised, I'll make shure I'll do it often. I miss them, I miss fun, even though it may mean endless teasing on my height, it's still, lovely. They give me a familiar feeling, oh well. (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night held another meaning to it. Oh well, I'm incorrigible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, was bonding time ol time with ma sista. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had Sushi Teh, (omg reminds me of teh teh), &amp; we met two interesting people having pretty coolioz convs, th whole lunch time we were eavesdropping. Geez! Then we went Muji shopping again! Spent 100 plus thr, &amp; I BOUGHT APRON PLUS MITTEN. Omg! Yknw it's like sooooo adorable I can't contain my joy. Bought snacks, &amp; blah blah. Oh, baked cheesecake, &amp; turned out pweety good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went Taka's Cold Storage &amp; bought so much groceries, omg. I dig grocery shopping, but sis says I divert my impulsive shopping to grocery shopping, but oh well, it's more practical, at least I can eat it (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;june&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901380-8921219289089391?l=vinedresser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/feeds/8921219289089391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901380&amp;postID=8921219289089391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/8921219289089391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/8921219289089391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/2008/09/oh-well-so-many-things-happened-in-th.html' title=''/><author><name>ended.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15688734847947946423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901380.post-5987255362057365645</id><published>2008-08-30T13:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T14:13:13.490+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Girl From Ipanema.'/><title type='text'>That illusive ray of light, that will lead to happiness.</title><content type='html'>I slept at 0430 last night, &amp; I'm dead tired right now. I.NEED.MY.BEAUTY.SNOOZE. Oh well. I guess I'll live with it ): So, okay Monday was fun dunking Byje into th pool too, she's one biggggg big cute ditz! I simply adore her, like tons! Tuesday was Starbucks chillax day with Byje! She's so adorable, she was listening to my ipod, &amp; asking me to guess wht song she is listening whilst she sings it out for me! Hahah, we had a great time talking like nobirdy's business!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byje's supposed to come my house on Wednesday to bake, oh well! She's so funnaye, she called me at night &amp; went like, I've got a confession, please don't be angry, I went to Ivyna's house. Like, OMG, I won't! Crazy nut head! Hahahaha, tht's why I adore her soooo much. I ended up at KAP, &amp; ask me about Wednesday, &amp; I'll give you a great big grin. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday.Was.Maximum.Fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I misssss Chermaine a great deal! It's beeeeen soooooooo long, like 3000 years, since we've last talked! &amp; boy, was airport fun! It's always great to hang out at th airport with her, it's uber fun! Hahahahah, we took loads of photo, acting like we were 'tourist', doing your oh-so-famous-tyra-banks-pose, &amp; acting like an emo kidoz! Hahah, &amp; we bought knee-length stockings &amp; dared each other to wear it &amp; walk around th airport, geez! It was sooooo hilarious, love love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday at NYDC, was great. We got free desserts, &amp; lemon shiver's th love! Fed Sarah, aww lovely, you know what, you know we love you, xoxo! Hahaha, alright-o. So I took a bus home, &amp; I OVERSLEPT. &amp; I ended up at Haji Lane, wowser. Then I decided to keep walking, &amp; I reached Orchard. &amp; I reckon it's a good place to shop, &amp; I ended up spending my time hanging around in Muji &amp; Kino. &amp; I reached home at around 5 plus when I was supposed to reach at around 1?! Omg, accidental shopping, iLuv. I bought Muji pens &amp; markers, I totally dig them! I dig Muji, big big big big timeeeeeez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love talking to so many people on th phone &amp; it's supercaliflower sexy when everyone starts screaming. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2herJBgscQ8/SLjkAUTpNWI/AAAAAAAAAus/MjKs4evnwqc/s1600-h/vintage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2herJBgscQ8/SLjkAUTpNWI/AAAAAAAAAus/MjKs4evnwqc/s200/vintage.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240188860547806562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"When she walks, she's like a samba that swings so cool &amp; sway go gently."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S (AGH)&lt;br /&gt;PP/S &amp; I'm still very tired, I'm dead beat, noooooooooooo. But all for a good cause!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;june&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901380-5987255362057365645?l=vinedresser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/feeds/5987255362057365645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901380&amp;postID=5987255362057365645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/5987255362057365645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/5987255362057365645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/2008/08/that-illusive-ray-of-light-that-will_30.html' title='That illusive ray of light, that will lead to happiness.'/><author><name>ended.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15688734847947946423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2herJBgscQ8/SLjkAUTpNWI/AAAAAAAAAus/MjKs4evnwqc/s72-c/vintage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901380.post-3043057900520697990</id><published>2008-08-29T21:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T21:43:07.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After eons, I've finally booted my comp again, sheesh! What a bummerrrrr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I'll live with it. Prolly tmrw th comp will not boot up, geez. Alright-o!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, days passed. So much has happened. Usual stuff, usual. All too usual, but worthwhile. Times where you'll miss big deal, a great big deal! &amp; times where you sit around, just wondering &amp; pondering, with time passing ever so quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's forego last week, Monday! Wendy's housey! Omg, I bet you're touched by our ever-so-lovely, wonderfunky, supercali-sexy surprise, aye? :D Then, watched Shutter, &amp; Dee's mommiekins, is totally cool, she bought so much foody for us, &amp; boy, we finished it all! &amp; we took photo with th Pizza Hut dude, for good ol memories sake, &amp; it turned out to be his first delivery, aww, how memorable, aye?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Shutter! Hilarious, cos th english version portrayed th ghost as someone who's totally gorgeous! We paused to look at her, like, totally, omg. So, we watched Shutter, but only th first &amp; second part, we forego th middle two parts. &amp; we juggled between th first &amp; th last, so it was totally, ghey fun :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm gonna go return a call (: I'll update again, but all I know is, I'm a real happy girl, alright-o! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;june&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901380-3043057900520697990?l=vinedresser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/feeds/3043057900520697990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901380&amp;postID=3043057900520697990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/3043057900520697990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/3043057900520697990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/2008/08/after-eons-ive-finally-booted-my-comp.html' title=''/><author><name>ended.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15688734847947946423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901380.post-6919796710358472744</id><published>2008-08-22T19:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T20:02:01.130+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bobby Darin - Beyond The Sea (La Mer)'/><title type='text'>My lover stands on golden sand, (:</title><content type='html'>I.AM.FREE.FROM.THE.TYRANNY.OF.PRELIMS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I got my comp working, hello world!&lt;br /&gt;Alrightoz, that's like hell important for me okay, it totally marks the end of my endless nights trying to mug in th room, whilst trying my best not to touch my phone, of course, to no avail :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wowser, it's gone! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, thr's still paper 1, but geez, spare me! But I promised myself, I'll start Os mugging next week, after friday (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School has been a routine, you go to school, take th exams &amp; hang out a lil, rush home &amp; do th usual thingoz. Omg, SCRUBS! I've been watching loads of Scrubs, but I'm only at Season One, geeeeez! But I'll catch up, I'll catch up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh th N.E Quiz is kinda fun, in a wierd way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Tday was a fun day ______, fill in th blanks, it's a surprise for _____) Hahahahahaha! All those cocoa powder, flour, eggs, mixing, animal enclosure, geez, what fun! Time's so running out, &amp; we're all so aware, but I just can't imagine life without them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Byje's a real cute ditz. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I'm a really happy person right about now, really. I'm so thankful.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; sometimes, I wished I had all th time in th world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2herJBgscQ8/SK6qk35sZXI/AAAAAAAAAuk/9ReVDzC_8pY/s1600-h/swing.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2herJBgscQ8/SK6qk35sZXI/AAAAAAAAAuk/9ReVDzC_8pY/s200/swing.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237310967136413042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;P/S 7 more days! Can't wait, really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PP/S Omg, my back is breaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;june&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901380-6919796710358472744?l=vinedresser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/feeds/6919796710358472744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901380&amp;postID=6919796710358472744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/6919796710358472744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/6919796710358472744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-lover-stands-on-golden-sand.html' title='My lover stands on golden sand, (:'/><author><name>ended.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15688734847947946423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2herJBgscQ8/SK6qk35sZXI/AAAAAAAAAuk/9ReVDzC_8pY/s72-c/swing.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901380.post-1831062696423731568</id><published>2008-08-15T21:50:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T22:29:24.039+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pink Martini - The Garden Of Sampson And Beasley.'/><title type='text'>Just around the bend.</title><content type='html'>I'm blogging from some old comp, cos my comp blacked out, geez, what a bummer! I CANT LOG INTO MSN.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, hello, school was pretty interesting on Thursday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got Stanley/Blair/Whatever-You-Want-To-Call-It. Hahahha! He/She/It is so adorabllllllllleeeeeez. Okay, so Dee &amp; I looked like a total major retard, that was walking around school carrying, fishes. Yes, fishes. Hahahaha! Then, humanities Mr. Tan condemned me for going to the toilet, blah, blah blah, everythng was so boring but yet fun cos there were Matt, Trev, Jeremy &amp; Stanley in a tank! Hahah, A math was so hilarious. Mr. G is ridiculous, he was rattling about how we were actually torturing the fishes, &amp; that we ought to be reported to SPCA. Hahaha, sure deal Mr. G, you're hilarious! After school, we rushed home, to do last minute studying, geez!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, didn't really work out for me. Gosh, but prelims were good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So prelims this mrning! &amp; I really hafta thank God for guiding me through, cos I've been the worst student ever, but yet, God saw me through it. Really, a big big thank you (: He's so ever-awesome! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dee, Siti, Jo, Rah &amp; I were late for English paper, wowser! Thought we would get booked, but geez, we didn't, so there goes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for lunch with Fun Bun 1, Fun Bun 3, Barnacle Boy, Trevor, Abigail &amp; Dee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I.Was.High.On.Raisins. &amp; I was trying to convince them that table-tennis is fun/exciting/exhilarating, &amp; it's called TABLE TENNIS NOT PING PONG. But, geez, they really had to burst my bubble ): Trevor, is delicate when walking! Then I was saying that I used to be a tomboy &amp; I hated boys like MAD, and Matt froze for a moment. Totally hilarious! So, now Matt has a new thing, he is Matt, not mad, heh! Try repeating that in front of your folks, &amp; be sure to do it 13 times, yes? Hahaha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahha, lunch was great! Fun bunch to hang out withhhhh (: They make me smile! Hahahaha! I bought Stanley a new tank, air pump, two more new friends, &amp; new food. Fun Bun 1 changed their names to Tom, Dick, Harry. Likeeeee, straight in your face Tom, Dick, Harry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh &amp; the, I-totally-win-you-cos-I-have-more-i(s)! I DIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIG YOU, thing. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. He is like the only one, who digs black sesame ice-cream so far! Hahaha, we're aliens, we're weird, yes? But we're not alone! Hahahahaha. Trust me when I say we're weirdly similar! But, in a good way of course! &amp; I remembered I squished one of his birthday presents, aww oops! Hahahha, okay honestly, I've gotta say, he's awesome! I'm glad I've known him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; to think I used to go to his primary school alot, for table tennis competitions! Wowser!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now I'm back to, ehm, whatever I was doing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;P/S Table-tennis is really cool! &amp; black-sesame-ice-creaming-plus-show-me-the-picture-day soon! Plus shrink consultation, rugby, etc. Hahah! :D Just imagine, all the fun! Can't wait!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;PP/S I miss Siti, so hilarious when we froze! Hahaha, sucha, weird way to bond! We're ridiculous, but deal with it! I love you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;june&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901380-1831062696423731568?l=vinedresser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/feeds/1831062696423731568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901380&amp;postID=1831062696423731568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/1831062696423731568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/1831062696423731568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/2008/08/just-around-bend.html' title='Just around the bend.'/><author><name>ended.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15688734847947946423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901380.post-5824498172702408584</id><published>2008-08-13T22:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T22:25:01.683+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cafe De Flore - Black Trombone.'/><title type='text'>The wondrous.</title><content type='html'>Today's good, berry good. Softball, was, ehm, hard? Hahahah, okay I'm running outta time, so I'll blog tmrw or smthng, yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; oh, I managed to snuggle up in my bed, getting a whiff of the fresh shampoo smeeeeell that's realllllllly refreshing, to the companion of tony bennett, &amp; just, STUDYING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, scrap the study part &amp; all else is beautiful, but still, (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;june&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901380-5824498172702408584?l=vinedresser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/feeds/5824498172702408584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901380&amp;postID=5824498172702408584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/5824498172702408584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/5824498172702408584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/2008/08/wondrous.html' title='The wondrous.'/><author><name>ended.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15688734847947946423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901380.post-9120773568770517821</id><published>2008-08-12T21:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T21:58:43.913+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christina Aguilera - Candyman.'/><title type='text'>Sweet, sugar, candyman.</title><content type='html'>I'm elated again. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I think Christina Aguilera is a hot smexy mama!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, Joe wants me to blog about him cos I told him to blog about how good a dudette I am since he had no topic to blog. Geez, seriously, hahahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, he has been an unconditional bud since god knows when, &amp; I appreciate him alot. He's a real nice bud, yes buddy, yes? Hahaha, so, good bud, good, ol bud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Sweet, sugar, candyman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S I miss dance, I miss girls hip hop, jazz. I miss learning PCD's When I Grow Up &amp; Buttons, altho they're real bimbotic, but it's gaylord fun okay! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;june&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901380-9120773568770517821?l=vinedresser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/feeds/9120773568770517821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901380&amp;postID=9120773568770517821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/9120773568770517821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/9120773568770517821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/2008/08/sweet-sugar-candyman.html' title='Sweet, sugar, candyman.'/><author><name>ended.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15688734847947946423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901380.post-3707483600095642704</id><published>2008-08-12T21:05:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T21:28:51.532+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nina Simone - Tomorrow Is My Turn.'/><title type='text'>That illusive ray of light, that will lead to happiness.</title><content type='html'>Honestly, tday was a fun day, but slowly, as the day dragged on, I felt outta sorts. So much things happened, frustrations, elations. Geez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's one of those days, where you're outta sort, you feel like you're doing the wrng things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's one of those days, where I feel like draping myself in winter clothes, plug in, slush hot beverage, walk in the midst of the hustle &amp; bustle of Manhattan's crowd. Or snuggle up in my couch, listening to my choice of jazz. They always never fail you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun Bun is increasing in size, &amp; I'm feeling better, way better now. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;P/S My desired married life, I want to sit in a cafe, gaze seemingly into my one true love's eyes, &amp; try to choke up words, that's never worthy enough of his magnificient beauty, where he'll simply sing of the immense love we share.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2herJBgscQ8/SKGOkyUathI/AAAAAAAAAuc/7QL4Pm30iOk/s1600-h/tattoos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2herJBgscQ8/SKGOkyUathI/AAAAAAAAAuc/7QL4Pm30iOk/s200/tattoos.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233621004615071250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"The glory of first love &amp; all that, it's incredible, isn't it? The difference between reading about something, seeing it in the pictures &amp; experiencing it?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;june&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901380-3707483600095642704?l=vinedresser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/feeds/3707483600095642704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901380&amp;postID=3707483600095642704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/3707483600095642704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/3707483600095642704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/2008/08/that-illusive-ray-of-light-that-will.html' title='That illusive ray of light, that will lead to happiness.'/><author><name>ended.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15688734847947946423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2herJBgscQ8/SKGOkyUathI/AAAAAAAAAuc/7QL4Pm30iOk/s72-c/tattoos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901380.post-2354156521732751143</id><published>2008-08-11T21:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T21:06:37.766+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tony Bennett - I Left My Heart In San Francisco.'/><title type='text'>I'm going home, to my city.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/jshtPuzK7T"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/jshtPuzK7T" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/mystiqued/music/KO5naCw7/tony_bennett_i_left_my_heart_in_san_francisco/"&gt;I Left My Heart In San Francisco - Tony Bennett&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Feel the swing, lounge away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;june&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901380-2354156521732751143?l=vinedresser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/feeds/2354156521732751143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901380&amp;postID=2354156521732751143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/2354156521732751143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/2354156521732751143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-going-home-to-my-city.html' title='I&apos;m going home, to my city.'/><author><name>ended.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15688734847947946423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901380.post-6890752004515585351</id><published>2008-08-11T20:56:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T21:33:03.663+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tony Bennett - I Left My Heart In San Francisco.'/><title type='text'>I left my heart, in San Francisco.</title><content type='html'>I've got a very interesting group. It's called the Fun Bun group, anyone game for it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It currently consists of fun bun 1 &amp; fun bun 2, &amp; fun bun 1 digs rugby, so you dig rugby, yes? Join the Fun Bun-ers! Hahaha, okay this is totally nonsense, so Matt is fun bun 1, &amp; duh, who's 2? Hahahha, wowser, aye. Welcome, I'm recruiting more. (Seedy, I know you're game for it, totally game for it, so stop, stop-&amp;-stare-ing, move your bon bon &amp; come join us!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun Bun is so gonna have a song, blast it in the hall, &amp; have a go at the bananas. (?!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun bun 1 owes me a rugby game, jazz concert &amp; shrink consultation, cos I've totally lost it. Hahaha, omg seriously, I've totally lost it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wowser. (I swear by fun bun we might be long-lost twins)&lt;br /&gt;Matt's a great bud! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm so supercauliflower dead, I haven't finished tonnnnnnes of hmwrk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;P/S Oh no, I've got my hands on Breaking Dawn, rahh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;june&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901380-6890752004515585351?l=vinedresser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/feeds/6890752004515585351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901380&amp;postID=6890752004515585351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/6890752004515585351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/6890752004515585351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-left-my-heart-in-san-francisco_11.html' title='I left my heart, in San Francisco.'/><author><name>ended.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15688734847947946423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901380.post-3966100791098736018</id><published>2008-08-10T18:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T18:49:29.973+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boys Like Girls - Hero/Heroine.'/><title type='text'>This feels like love.</title><content type='html'>Today's a splendid day, catching up with my PIES. Holla ladies, after hols shall be total fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, here's smthng, to the love of my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look who is turning 16 tday? Oh, if isn't my BFF? Happy sweet 16, BFF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello BFF, you know you never fail me, (neither have I failed you okay.) Hahahaha! You're truly my sensational one, my one and only smexy love. Like what people always say, you never do divulge everythng to one single person, but I've done that, &amp; never in my life, have I ever worried, because it's so safe with you, safer than a safekeep box. (: You're one in a trillion. I don't know what to say, cos the immense feeling I have for you, can't be expressed into words. I just want you to know, it goes deeper than the surface, any words would be an understatement. This mutual understanding, goes way beyond description. &amp; like always, I thank God for you, for you're the most important, the most crucial part of my life. Taking you away, would hurt for eons years. I thank God for letting us meet. Never will we part, BFF. Relive those moments, CNY party &amp; shopping, just drop dead gorgeous days. I really, really, need you. So don't ever go. Cos you're my guilt free martini, yes? Right now, I wish I was next to you, giving you the sensational BFF hug, but ): Stuff sucks huh. Don't worry hon, you're still my number one with a bullet. This sounds so, lesbo as always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you're always the one I loved, I love, will love. Cos this is real, and this is true, it's built to last. Till old, we'll sit down, sip on tea &amp; look at our grandkids, till death, we'll still not part, cos we'll meet in heaven. Yes? Love, much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much more wild fun we've yet to accomplish (hehehehe, yknw wht I mean smexy love)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're my heroine. (That makes me your hero)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2herJBgscQ8/SJ7GOk5vl8I/AAAAAAAAAuU/1CDfqrzjEc0/s1600-h/mirror!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2herJBgscQ8/SJ7GOk5vl8I/AAAAAAAAAuU/1CDfqrzjEc0/s200/mirror!.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232837770777434050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The good Lord is with us. (: Love, loads.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I'm berry hairpee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Hello, hon. I don't wear heels, yknw? :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;june&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901380-3966100791098736018?l=vinedresser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/feeds/3966100791098736018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901380&amp;postID=3966100791098736018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/3966100791098736018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/3966100791098736018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/2008/08/this-feels-like-love.html' title='This feels like love.'/><author><name>ended.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15688734847947946423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2herJBgscQ8/SJ7GOk5vl8I/AAAAAAAAAuU/1CDfqrzjEc0/s72-c/mirror!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901380.post-8473083363688628569</id><published>2008-08-09T19:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T19:54:21.412+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Corrinne May - The Birthday Song.'/><title type='text'>Birthday keedz.</title><content type='html'>By the way, here's a lil shout out to 2 people, whom at one point of time in my life, gave me immense joy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheong Baoyue dear, my dear ghost. I'm your vampire, forever. &amp; you're 16! Hahaha, am I still taller than you? Okay, that's really besides the point. Happy sweet 16 love, miss those Billy Bombers camwhore days, miss those after-school nonsense crap. Miss classmates days. Miss talking to you, I haven't talked to you in the longest time, &amp; we kept saying we'll meet up for Bils, sigh! It's okay, after Os, honey. :D I miss your nonsense, big big big big time :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I miss bionicle bunny. Hahah, those lame-o neoprints. Seriously, I think we wasted tonnes of money last time, if only we realised how ridiculous we were, &amp; we so could have used digital cam! Hahah, but it was hella lotta fun-o, yes? I miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay in His love, always, for the good Lord will bless you, &amp; let Him take reign! He loves us all :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2herJBgscQ8/SJ2EuMPG9bI/AAAAAAAAAuM/uQuD7UwGUG4/s1600-h/18082006(011).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2herJBgscQ8/SJ2EuMPG9bI/AAAAAAAAAuM/uQuD7UwGUG4/s200/18082006(011).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232484271167829426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belda Chung, my smexy junior! Hahaha, we met totally randomly, I rmb it was due to your brother, your brother's good friend, &amp; blah blah blah. We went out randomly, we talked randomly. But you're sucha lovely smexy thing I could never forget. I miss holidays with you, miss Toysrus with you, miss Swensens with you! Haven't caught up with you for the loooooooooongest time honey, we've all been busy ): But after Os, we'll so hangout, I treasure this like you do, alright-o? I miss you big big big big big deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss talking about 'life philosophies' with you! Hahaha, &amp; about (inserts a few names) :D &lt;br /&gt;You too stay in His love always. He'll provide for you in your darkest moments, He'll walk you through, okay? Loveeeez!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2herJBgscQ8/SJ2EtzgCrJI/AAAAAAAAAuE/A_7BL9mLf6w/s1600-h/IMG_4039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2herJBgscQ8/SJ2EtzgCrJI/AAAAAAAAAuE/A_7BL9mLf6w/s200/IMG_4039.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232484264527965330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;june&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901380-8473083363688628569?l=vinedresser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/feeds/8473083363688628569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901380&amp;postID=8473083363688628569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/8473083363688628569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/8473083363688628569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/2008/08/by-way-heres-lil-shout-out-to-2-people.html' title='Birthday keedz.'/><author><name>ended.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15688734847947946423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2herJBgscQ8/SJ2EuMPG9bI/AAAAAAAAAuM/uQuD7UwGUG4/s72-c/18082006(011).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901380.post-6452981016067626900</id><published>2008-08-09T18:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T19:36:21.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am happy. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, wait did I just say I'm happy? That's an understatement, I'm moreeeeee than happy!&lt;br /&gt;Okay I should really start mugging. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Few more hours to smexy love's birthday! My hottest BFF.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;june&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901380-6452981016067626900?l=vinedresser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/feeds/6452981016067626900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901380&amp;postID=6452981016067626900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/6452981016067626900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/6452981016067626900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-am-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>ended.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15688734847947946423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901380.post-8201236825886115205</id><published>2008-08-09T18:09:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T18:21:50.389+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Doris Day - Move Over Darling.'/><title type='text'>Here's what she said to me.</title><content type='html'>Supercauliflower, I slept at 3 am but I was awoken by our berry cooolllllll National Day parade celebration thingo at 930, gee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired now! But I'm happy, &amp; I rmb I've loads to blog about but honestly, I totally forget. Will do when I'm in a more conscious state, geez! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll gladly be a guy for a day, I'll make sure I'll be a playboy, I'll be your Chuck Bass, yeah, that's it. :D Okay, Eunice is so adorably cute. &amp; I'm reminded of Sambaby and Jasperbabiie. Adolescent juvenile jokes man, those were the good old stupid days. Hahaha, &amp; happy birthday blog, you're officially 5 years old!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, it's like I realised I started my blog 5 years ago, ON NATIONAL DAY.&lt;br /&gt;Patriotic, tsktsk. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, adios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S Really, I'll be your Chuck Bass, but I wanna die for Edward Cullen! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I'm up for a nerdling day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2herJBgscQ8/SJ1uTy6JL5I/AAAAAAAAAt8/z1yisTzDbEQ/s1600-h/P1020569.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2herJBgscQ8/SJ1uTy6JL5I/AAAAAAAAAt8/z1yisTzDbEQ/s200/P1020569.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232459628436598674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here goes the dominator for book prizes! Matttttthew, yes?&lt;br /&gt;(&amp; it'll be so cool if this Matthew digs jazz too, but naw. Matt Sekiya Naoki, meet your same-name-but-totally-not-you Matt friend.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Move over darling, you've captured my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;june&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901380-8201236825886115205?l=vinedresser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/feeds/8201236825886115205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901380&amp;postID=8201236825886115205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/8201236825886115205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/8201236825886115205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/2008/08/heres-what-she-said-to-me.html' title='Here&apos;s what she said to me.'/><author><name>ended.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15688734847947946423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2herJBgscQ8/SJ1uTy6JL5I/AAAAAAAAAt8/z1yisTzDbEQ/s72-c/P1020569.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901380.post-4894228930164498479</id><published>2008-08-08T23:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T00:01:50.123+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bobby Darin - Beyond The Sea (La Mer)'/><title type='text'>Bye bye, sailing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/89CPLIJCXh"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/89CPLIJCXh" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/mystiqued/music/8BJ8zf-J/bobby_darin_beyond_the_sea_la_mer/"&gt;Beyond The Sea (La Mer) - Bobby Darin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Dig Bobby Darin, yes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;june&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901380-4894228930164498479?l=vinedresser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/feeds/4894228930164498479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901380&amp;postID=4894228930164498479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/4894228930164498479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/4894228930164498479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/2008/08/bye-bye-sailing.html' title='Bye bye, sailing.'/><author><name>ended.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15688734847947946423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901380.post-9187873491527117371</id><published>2008-08-08T22:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T23:34:29.506+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tony Bennett - I Left My Heart In San Francisco.'/><title type='text'>I left my heart in San Francisco.</title><content type='html'>Okay, Matt digs jazz too! Finally someone! I thought, I thought, I was the only one who digs old jazz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now all I hope for, is to sit down at a countryside cafe, lounge away to the works of nature whilst listening jazz, it's like the ultimate chillout I could ever wish for. Gone were those days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, at least I can relive it after O levels! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now... Mugging babaye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't go Bishan to hold hands today, is that good/bad?&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm a berry hairpee kidoz today, &amp; I'm happy for someone tooz. Hehez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, gayness unlimited, but anw, I'm really happy. For alot of reasons. &amp; one nice big fat one, 7 met up! Sorry guys, didn't got any gifts, kinda impromptu, but at least I'm better than the obscene woman (Yolanda). Hahaha, I WROTE LETTERS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, honestly, the gifts are lovely, it's a real boost to mugging yeh? It was, hurting to part earlier on, knwing it's our last time meeting up till the darn Os are over. Sigh! But, it's only 2 mnths!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so using the bookmark, Ella, it's LOVE LOVE LOVE! I ate the muffin/cookie. HAHA, good for braces! I'm so using the file, it's berry berry cutez. &amp; the cool file w my initials!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope the letters are a great boost too yeh? Let's take this leap tgt, &amp; we'll party like crazaye aft that, because we've the rest of our lives to spent together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love 7. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dig orange. I dig orange.&lt;br /&gt;I DIG JAZZ! &amp; BYJE ALSO. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, bye bye, watch Beijing Olympics okay. I'm weird now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S I just ate Spongebob's crabby patty, it's smorgasborg hot!&lt;br /&gt;PP/S I found a great book to read, shiz, there goes my studying time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byje keeps trying to convince me I missed out alot of fun. Hahha, don't worry Byje, I will have the same amt of fun looking at yoooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Featuring...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2herJBgscQ8/SJxnJOJNIxI/AAAAAAAAAt0/YrHI5Ug-fzA/s1600-h/BYJE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2herJBgscQ8/SJxnJOJNIxI/AAAAAAAAAt0/YrHI5Ug-fzA/s200/BYJE.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232170275210863378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our berry own, BYJE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;It feels like, (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;june&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901380-9187873491527117371?l=vinedresser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/feeds/9187873491527117371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901380&amp;postID=9187873491527117371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/9187873491527117371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/9187873491527117371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-left-my-heart-in-san-francisco.html' title='I left my heart in San Francisco.'/><author><name>ended.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15688734847947946423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2herJBgscQ8/SJxnJOJNIxI/AAAAAAAAAt0/YrHI5Ug-fzA/s72-c/BYJE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901380.post-4307937306748010306</id><published>2008-08-07T23:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T23:19:56.481+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Steve Tyrell - Manhattan.'/><title type='text'>We'll take Manhattan.</title><content type='html'>♥June.C/ says:&lt;br /&gt;dont friend you liaOz&lt;br /&gt;benita. says:&lt;br /&gt;stop acting cute,june&lt;br /&gt;♥June.C/ says:&lt;br /&gt;haha okay i'll stop acting byje.&lt;br /&gt;benita. says:&lt;br /&gt;okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See how cute my dear BYJE is? She always calls me S-L-O-W, when she's 5349086 times slower. Hahah, everyone will understand that irony. Slow, coming from BYJE's mouth. She's like supercauliflower funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I feel like we're restrained in a circle, doing repetitive patterns everyday, slogging for what seems like eternity but do we realise what are we slogging for? It's like going in rounds, performing tasks like robots, having homogenous values drained into every single one of us, that someday, we lose ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, mundane. I need something, new, exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need BYJE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, okay.&lt;br /&gt;I'm high. Like really high!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;june&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901380-4307937306748010306?l=vinedresser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/feeds/4307937306748010306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901380&amp;postID=4307937306748010306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/4307937306748010306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/4307937306748010306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/2008/08/well-take-manhattan.html' title='We&apos;ll take Manhattan.'/><author><name>ended.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15688734847947946423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901380.post-6293460319793969302</id><published>2008-08-07T22:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T23:10:27.110+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Natalie Burks - What Will I Do.'/><title type='text'>Hello mello.</title><content type='html'>School was, weird to start with! We had to do some National Day practice thingo, which seriously, felt so wrong! I mean like hello, it's a hella lotta weird stuff. But, oh whatever, if they wanna waste time like this, so be it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, sitting next to Mr Joseph Yeoh in Chem &amp; Bio is really hilarious, cos we do weird stuffs. &amp; we realised we always do other stuff during Bio, like inducing magnets, &amp; talking about Chem. HAHA. &amp; he always helps me to recap my stuff, goooood. Hahaha, he owes me an incentive, anything related to orange, cos I managed to be awake the whole day :D Oh, let's talk the Mrs Ly-Ann way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, during English, Mrs Ly-Ann gave me a totally good chance to flaunt my reading skills, berry good. Amath was hilarious, we were speaking in chinese, so Mr G didn't know what we were talking about! Had Physics, fi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, I decided I was a happy girl. But seriously, some stuff had to ruin it all. But, I love impromptu, cos I met up with LY at 7, till 9 plus. &amp; camwhores, talking, total fun. Miss her big deal, haven't talked to her PROPERLY in the longest time, so I dig her. Sounds so weird, but yeh! Hahaha, twas great fun! Ikea hot dog soon okay. I miss gorging. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I really swear I'll do anything, even cooking, &amp; I feel dumb LY, like seriously, I COULD HAVE. &amp; I COULD HAVE ASKED YOU TO GO TOO. Supercauliflowerxz ): Arghz.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could just do this everynight, having great fun with my allegedly look-alike dude. Seriously we do look abit alike we realised, our camwhore products shall soon be posted &amp; everyone will know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dig orange, do you LY?&lt;br /&gt;You do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont feel like going to hold hands tmrw. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presenting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2herJBgscQ8/SJsP6opXvxI/AAAAAAAAAts/aBQs9fFy0dg/s1600-h/P1020733.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2herJBgscQ8/SJsP6opXvxI/AAAAAAAAAts/aBQs9fFy0dg/s200/P1020733.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231792892138733330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favourite. You dig his arse, yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;june&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901380-6293460319793969302?l=vinedresser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/feeds/6293460319793969302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901380&amp;postID=6293460319793969302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/6293460319793969302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/6293460319793969302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/2008/08/hello-mello.html' title='Hello mello.'/><author><name>ended.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15688734847947946423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2herJBgscQ8/SJsP6opXvxI/AAAAAAAAAts/aBQs9fFy0dg/s72-c/P1020733.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901380.post-358788881153699017</id><published>2008-08-06T21:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T21:15:39.433+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lifehouse - Whatever It Takes.'/><title type='text'>Dig Orange.</title><content type='html'>You know I started the day well, because I've finally managed to sleep on the bus aft 35030468 years. Haven't had the awesome feeling whereby I fell asleep on the bus, god, I'm weird enough. Doofus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dig orange everyone. It's my latest fruit craze. (Inside joke)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's no inside joke, dig papaya. I've learnt to love it, cos I used to think it tasted like shiz. &amp; you know literal shiz, not the usual catch phrase of 'it taste like shiz', but the literal analogy, it taste like shiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm talking nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humanities was... HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Softball sucks/rocks. Sucks cos I got hit 35890340 times, &amp; you've to wait 3908530 years till it's your turn, &amp; I can't bat properly cos God made me a left hander for sports. Rocks cos it's really fun to homerun. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physics SPA was refreshing cos it's nappy time. It's like the happiest O level paper I had so far okay, gheyness unlimited. I got to sleep for half an hour, sexy! Bio was, omg, disgusting. Made me revolt at the mention of potato chips &amp; pandan cake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss rugby. Rugby, O rugby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I'm feeling nostalgia right now, sucks? Yes. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S I'm currently very addicted to Yakult/Vitagen. It's my everyday must-drink thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;june&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901380-358788881153699017?l=vinedresser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/feeds/358788881153699017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901380&amp;postID=358788881153699017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/358788881153699017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/358788881153699017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/2008/08/dig-orange.html' title='Dig Orange.'/><author><name>ended.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15688734847947946423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901380.post-8142151555816501510</id><published>2008-08-05T21:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T21:55:23.267+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bobby Darin - Beyond The Sea (La Mer)'/><title type='text'>Hello chillax.</title><content type='html'>Pictures of Founders Day soon! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S I'm a loyal fairsian, I chose blue &amp; yellow for braces.&lt;br /&gt;PP/S Chilled beer, anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like having some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;june&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901380-8142151555816501510?l=vinedresser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/feeds/8142151555816501510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901380&amp;postID=8142151555816501510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/8142151555816501510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/8142151555816501510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/2008/08/hello-chillax.html' title='Hello chillax.'/><author><name>ended.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15688734847947946423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901380.post-6870366050707496340</id><published>2008-08-04T13:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T13:40:38.904+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Steve Tyrell - Manhattan.'/><title type='text'>We'll see Manhattan soon.</title><content type='html'>I went swimming, the loveliest irony, I.CANT.SWIM! But hello, meet the greatest swimmer of all times, June. The float made it possible. Hahahahahahaha. Just imagine the scene, HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I really think BYJE is nuts, she can swim like 624906824 laps when I did 1 lap, I'm alrd dying, I need help, help, help. I don't know how swimmers can take it, it's such a toil on the legs, my poor legs were wailing. ): Ivyna is so farnieeeez, she can't swim straight! Hahahahaha. Okay we went to Furobath! OMG OMG OMG OMG SENSATIONAL! We so played with the camera, then wenta bath! Eunice, nice chatting/screaming in the toilet HUH. HAHA, (OMG HILARIOUS TDF CONV).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay we ran to school, cos we thought we were late (because my oh-so-berry-cool school says we hafta do dentention if we're late?!). Thank God, we weren't! Okay, so worship was hilarious max! We ran by the stage &amp; everything. It made me realise how much fun those keedz have brought me, wacky dee, seedy, rah, jo, jumsy, eunice, byje, ivyna &amp; all my loveliest girlfriends! Hello smexy, you're not forgottennnnnnn (: (Tnight's gna be a blast w ya, love)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't ever wanna bid goodbye, I'm gna miss all those moments, those moments that's got me shaking with joy. You guys are like the hottest scones to the best tea on earth. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SingFest. Okay. HOT. Like in every sense, the weather, the concert! But it made me feel like I'm having a hangover right now without the alcohol, cos the heats got into my head, headache! But t`was all good yeh? Thanks Joe! :D You're a real goooood bud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm gonna speak the Mrs Ly-Ann way. Food (Pronounced as fff-oooooo-dddddd) Lemme hear the ff sound, and dd. Okay, Founderssssss tnight. :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S Seriously Singapore's charts voted Miley Cyrus' 7 Things as top, now, Singaporeans dig an underage condom mascot?! `Nuff said. Swear by rubber everyone! (I've got Destiny Hope sMiley Cyrus for a condom mascot, whom is underage, I love the irony, do you? (: )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PP/S &amp; do you know it's quite scary that everyone elses tells you that you guys looked alike, &amp; people thought you were blood sisters in secondary 1, &amp; it's even scary when a teacher mistakes you for her, &amp; it's double the scary-ness when your mom saw her photo &amp; thought t`was you. The max? When the both of you wanted to wear the same thing to Founders Day without thinking. But last minute, my feminine side took over, I'm wearing a dress instead of a suit. Lucky us, huh Li Yan? Or else we'll look like two big dorks! Hahah, at least you're my date for tnight :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I dig jazz, I dig jazz!)&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;june&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901380-6870366050707496340?l=vinedresser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/feeds/6870366050707496340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901380&amp;postID=6870366050707496340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/6870366050707496340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/6870366050707496340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/2008/08/well-see-manhattan-soon.html' title='We&apos;ll see Manhattan soon.'/><author><name>ended.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15688734847947946423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901380.post-3184470965875747369</id><published>2008-07-28T21:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T21:25:53.802+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Katy Perry - I Kissed A Girl.'/><title type='text'>I kissed a girl, and I liked it.</title><content type='html'>I TELL YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You walk into school, knowing it's only 2 weeks to prelims, 2 mnths to O levels. You walk into school, knowing thats the amount of time left between you &amp; your buds that stick wit` ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worst of all, you walk into school, knwing this will be the exact ground where you'll bid goodbye to your pals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BFF, there's no goodbyes in our dictionary, cos it's bestfriend forever, and ever for us. Till we'll be sipping good ol english tea from victorian-style mugs, looking at our grandkids play, hearing our spouses' animated talks, smiling toothlessly at each other, feeling nostalgic, reading through our snailmails at the backyard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We still have a whole lot of fun yet to do, all those (hahahahaha) fun. Love, a big truckloads. I never want to lose you. Losing you will be worst than cutting away a part of me, because the day I met you, you became a part of me. You were a part of me, always, &amp; ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean it, even though it sounds, lesbo, as we always do. &amp; I know you don't fancy cherry chapstick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I miss you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;june&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901380-3184470965875747369?l=vinedresser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/feeds/3184470965875747369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901380&amp;postID=3184470965875747369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/3184470965875747369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/3184470965875747369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-kissed-girl-and-i-liked-it.html' title='I kissed a girl, and I liked it.'/><author><name>ended.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15688734847947946423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901380.post-3496391544262967006</id><published>2008-07-28T17:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T18:02:10.844+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Katy Perry - I Kissed A Girl.'/><title type='text'>DWUW!</title><content type='html'>Okay I had this random thing that I must bring up, we celebrated Miss Lim's birday :o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg, I think random stuff are spilling out alrd(good sign). Okay, see you on kids central later, blog aft bath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Seriously, Do What You Want, DWUW!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;P/S I kissed a girl and I like it, the taste of her cocoa chapstick, I don't really dig cherry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;june&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901380-3496391544262967006?l=vinedresser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/feeds/3496391544262967006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901380&amp;postID=3496391544262967006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/3496391544262967006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/3496391544262967006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/2008/07/dwuw.html' title='DWUW!'/><author><name>ended.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15688734847947946423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901380.post-4056628207894979879</id><published>2008-07-28T17:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T17:51:08.263+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fergie - Lavels Or Love.'/><title type='text'>Shopping for love, right.</title><content type='html'>Hellllllo beloved blog, haven't I been the best updater on earth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, whatever. I sat down one day, and thought. Thought of alot things, and I kinda realised how hard it would be to actually studying overseas and being separated from my family cos I'm way too dependent on them, and being a sucker at this kinda shiz, I'll prolly be hugging myself tight in bed, telling myself to get over myself if I'm over there alone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos it alrd sucks when I'm alone in my room, feeling it on a rainy a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever, thr's still two years, whatever will be, will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I'm holding on, not letting it go, you are not letting it go either, I know (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;P/S I wanna go to Japan and visit their Stussy outlets, plus checkout those really cute boys, oooh. :o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;june&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901380-4056628207894979879?l=vinedresser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/feeds/4056628207894979879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901380&amp;postID=4056628207894979879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/4056628207894979879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/4056628207894979879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/2008/07/shopping-for-love-right.html' title='Shopping for love, right.'/><author><name>ended.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15688734847947946423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901380.post-6322636020245748170</id><published>2008-07-27T16:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T17:13:31.785+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='No Doubt - Hey Baby.'/><title type='text'>Hey baby.</title><content type='html'>HIatus for a pretty long period, hasn't it? But, really, thr's all these nitty gritty details that I always say I must blog, but I can't remember it right now, so there goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;P/S Feel the pressure alrd everyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Founder's Day dinner, SingFest! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;june&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901380-6322636020245748170?l=vinedresser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/feeds/6322636020245748170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901380&amp;postID=6322636020245748170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/6322636020245748170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/6322636020245748170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/2008/07/hey-baby.html' title='Hey baby.'/><author><name>ended.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15688734847947946423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901380.post-6187162381938870751</id><published>2008-07-10T17:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T17:52:24.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You have no idea how screwed I am right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;june&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901380-6187162381938870751?l=vinedresser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/feeds/6187162381938870751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901380&amp;postID=6187162381938870751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/6187162381938870751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/6187162381938870751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/2008/07/you-have-no-idea-how-screwed-i-am-right.html' title=''/><author><name>ended.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15688734847947946423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901380.post-8476270188781479437</id><published>2008-07-10T17:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T17:49:24.700+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Metro Station - Shake It.'/><title type='text'>Please die.</title><content type='html'>Omg, today school was crazy during English lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept wondering why is your dad called a father, why not sticker? Or even stamp? Hahahah, Mrs Ly-Ann is gonna lend me a book on the history of english, which she claims to be good, &amp; I dig reading, so why not! Hahah, all of us had a crazy nut arse time trying to speak in opposite manner. Like instead of saying bye at the bus-top, we were like hello, please get knocked down by cars, please die, please don't take care &amp; all tht sort of shiz. Hahaha, it was honestly ghey, gheyness unlimited I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I couldn't resist milo fudge, I had hell looooootttta of it just now, think I'm going to die from overload of sugar soon, sugar rush, sugar rush! Okay, bye, need to rush for dance alrdy, or I would be late, again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Really, still Kat Deluna moooooood, groove groooooove with me! Okay, fine, &amp; abit of Metro Station mood, shake shake!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I present to you, xiao hua. Diaoz ._.||&lt;br /&gt;Hilarious crap, suck shiz! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;june&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901380-8476270188781479437?l=vinedresser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/feeds/8476270188781479437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901380&amp;postID=8476270188781479437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/8476270188781479437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/8476270188781479437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/2008/07/please-die.html' title='Please die.'/><author><name>ended.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15688734847947946423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901380.post-4511275726809555872</id><published>2008-07-09T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T21:34:17.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;, picnic, ftw!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901380-4511275726809555872?l=vinedresser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/feeds/4511275726809555872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901380&amp;postID=4511275726809555872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/4511275726809555872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/4511275726809555872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/2008/07/picnic-ftw.html' title=''/><author><name>ended.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15688734847947946423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901380.post-4556334944176015123</id><published>2008-07-09T21:05:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T21:41:53.538+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kat Deluna - Whine Up.'/><title type='text'>Funfairrrrrrr.</title><content type='html'>Hahahaha, omg, my dad is hilarious, he just showed me this letter dated back in 1980's saying that his salary is 92 cents per hour, mnthly salary approx 180+ inclusive of allowance. Omg, I laughed till my dad was laughing. &amp; mom has this Swensen's franchise shiz, apparently she wanted to franchise Swensens last time, just imagine if she did. I would prolly be some sundae-gorging kid. Hur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suck shiz, I would prolly die with a salary like tht. Thank god dad's salary went all the way up, HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, fine fine, I shall do some updating before I scram off to prepare my Soba bento for school tmrw! (&amp; oh yes, I'm addicted to cool bentos, including my new coolioz Cinnamoroll one, suck shiz to those who think it's childish, cos it's way too cool, hurhur!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever, let's just focus on the stupid funfair. Hahahaha! Okay, I reached school, &amp; Eunice scared the crap outta me with her colourful face, like big time. But, I decided to join in, &amp; got myself 3 stripes (Not the whole face tho, aww) Helped arnd in setting up the stall, &amp; for the first part of the funfair, we were lounging arnd like no one in the world could have cared. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for our shift, and it was god-dang hectic, but I loved it, cos it was fun. Lil Jo was complaining about being really tired &amp; all, tht lil princess! Hahaha, then yeh, we were serving customers, like lunatics tht's been released from the asylum, lovely? Yes, lovely. Then we wanted to go to Scary Mary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scary Mary was, omg. Hahahahahahaha. Hilarious, shiz. We were like screaming for nthng, &amp; Siti was like, eh Muttaqin, to one of the apparently, allegedly claimed 'ghost'. &amp; we were like 'stop tugging at our legs, will you?' Siti, &amp; Siti were shouting 'Omg, Slipknot!' Hahahaha. Ivyna told me that she stood there &amp; said 'come, what you want to play', to the ghost who was apparently asking us to not go, but play with her instead. The 'ghost' couldn't stand it, she walked away choking back her laughter, haha, suck shiz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lounged around the whole day of the funfair, met Jack, Joe, Yee Ler, Teh! Lovely! Okay, &amp; our sales were so good, we sold everythng, we had to run to NTUC to get more fries in the morning, &amp; we had to run to NTUC a few more times, we were reduced to selling our ketchup &amp; chilli :o Tinky Winky, Dipsy, Lala &amp; Po, well loved by everyone. But it's kinda hilarious when you actually hear your customers say the names of the drink, cos they say it with the "SONOFAGUN, I PROLLY LOOK LIKE AN IDIOT ORDERING A TELETUBBIES DRINK" face! But yeh, it's kinda hilarious to hear adults muttering Teletubbies' names. Hur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene: After Funfair, in the toilet with Hannah, Ivyna &amp; Eunice.&lt;br /&gt;June: How to place the tattoo?&lt;br /&gt;Eunice: Just place it thr, &amp; put water.&lt;br /&gt;June: *Helps Eunice place her tattoo.&lt;br /&gt;Eunice: Can alrdy not? *Tries to take out the tattoo, but it fell out.&lt;br /&gt;June: Omg!&lt;br /&gt;Eunice: Nvm, I still have, can help me again.&lt;br /&gt;June: Okay, I settle mine first. *Looks at Ivyna peeling off the plastic sheet.&lt;br /&gt;June: Omg, you mean I must peel the plastic?!&lt;br /&gt;*Everyone laughs.&lt;br /&gt;Eunice: Omg, June I can't believe this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg, I couldn't believe myself too, really. How stupid. Hahaha! But Eunice didn't tell me tht I must remove the plastic sheet ): Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Dover with Jim &amp; Eunice to chillax, then home. Omg, I swear I was so tired. I slept like 10+ on a Saturday night, can you believe it? It's like, eating boiled fries, okay, that apparently is a totally lousy analogy, but who cares!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought my Cinnamoroll bento set, to replace the spoilt one! Lovellllllly. Monday, youth day, I spent it lazing away. Okay, sleeping away most of the time, because I dig drugs, I took them, and they made me dizzy. Ooh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School? Usual, last 3 mnths, sigh. I'm old, too old, or maybe not. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still love my Valalalalalalalala Tong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking to Mas online &amp; we are apparently talking about making the best milo fudge, willy wonka factory &amp; more hilarious stuff. Omg, hi Hambali. Hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still Kat Deluna mood!&lt;br /&gt;(Makes me wanna grooooooove.)&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;june&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901380-4556334944176015123?l=vinedresser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/feeds/4556334944176015123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901380&amp;postID=4556334944176015123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/4556334944176015123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/4556334944176015123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/2008/07/funfairrrrrrr.html' title='Funfairrrrrrr.'/><author><name>ended.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15688734847947946423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901380.post-5272350176468933143</id><published>2008-07-09T20:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T20:22:53.144+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kat Deluna - Whine Up.'/><title type='text'>Whine up, whine up.</title><content type='html'>It's been eons years since I came online, &amp; since I touched my blog, many trival things happened, big events happened, like the funfair &amp; blah, but I really don't have time for it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time is running out, &amp; I'm god-dang serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But nevertheless, I still dig Chace Crawford, worhz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in the mood for Whine Up by Kat Deluna!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="100" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/btvJWHVAfu"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/btvJWHVAfu" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="100" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/yp5sdIN/music/cw6JUteX/kat_deluna_whine_up/"&gt;Whine Up - Kat DeLuna&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;june&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901380-5272350176468933143?l=vinedresser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/feeds/5272350176468933143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901380&amp;postID=5272350176468933143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/5272350176468933143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/5272350176468933143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/2008/07/whine-up-whine-up.html' title='Whine up, whine up.'/><author><name>ended.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15688734847947946423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901380.post-6913763661424194526</id><published>2008-07-03T21:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T21:36:40.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Candy Prophet. Hambali. Mas. Chace Crawford. Amanda Bynes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG HILARIOUS FUNFAIR PREPARATION DAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;june&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901380-6913763661424194526?l=vinedresser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/feeds/6913763661424194526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901380&amp;postID=6913763661424194526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/6913763661424194526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/6913763661424194526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/2008/07/candy-prophet.html' title=''/><author><name>ended.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15688734847947946423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901380.post-7177599412634467457</id><published>2008-06-30T20:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T20:07:53.219+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dashboard Confessional - Vindicated.'/><title type='text'>I am selfish.</title><content type='html'>Hope dangles on a string&lt;br /&gt;Like slow spinning redemption&lt;br /&gt;Winding in and winding out&lt;br /&gt;The shine of it has caught my eye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And roped me in&lt;br /&gt;So mesmerizing, so hypnotizing &lt;br /&gt;I am captivated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I am Vindicated&lt;br /&gt;I am selfish&lt;br /&gt;I am wrong&lt;br /&gt;I am right&lt;br /&gt;I swear I'm right&lt;br /&gt;I swear I knew it all along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am flawed &lt;br /&gt;But I am cleaning up so well&lt;br /&gt;I am seeing in me now the things you swore you saw yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So clear&lt;br /&gt;Like the diamond in your ring&lt;br /&gt;Cut to mirror your intentions&lt;br /&gt;Oversized and overwhelmed&lt;br /&gt;The shine of which has caught my eye&lt;br /&gt;And rendered me so isolated, so motivated&lt;br /&gt;I am certain now that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I am Vindicated&lt;br /&gt;I am selfish&lt;br /&gt;I am wrong&lt;br /&gt;I am right&lt;br /&gt;I swear I'm right&lt;br /&gt;I swear I knew it all along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So turn&lt;br /&gt;Up the corners of your lips&lt;br /&gt;Part them and feel my finger tips&lt;br /&gt;Trace the moment, fall forever&lt;br /&gt;Defense is paper thin&lt;br /&gt;Just one touch and I'd be in&lt;br /&gt;Too deep now to ever swim against the current&lt;br /&gt;So let me slip away &lt;br /&gt;So let me slip away&lt;br /&gt;So let me slip away &lt;br /&gt;So let me slip against the current &lt;br /&gt;So let me slip away&lt;br /&gt;So let me slip away &lt;br /&gt;So let me slip away&lt;br /&gt;So let me slip away &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I am Vindicated&lt;br /&gt;I am selfish&lt;br /&gt;I am wrong&lt;br /&gt;I am right&lt;br /&gt;I swear I'm right&lt;br /&gt;I swear I knew it all along&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Slight hope&lt;br /&gt;It dangles on a string&lt;br /&gt;Like slow spinning redemption...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Why are you always just around the corner, when I've been the worst ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901380-7177599412634467457?l=vinedresser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/feeds/7177599412634467457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901380&amp;postID=7177599412634467457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/7177599412634467457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/7177599412634467457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-am-selfish.html' title='I am selfish.'/><author><name>ended.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15688734847947946423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901380.post-4193045653249170595</id><published>2008-06-30T18:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T18:13:39.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello dear-ed ones, I hope we had the best time stalking people last night :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; oh no, I'm starting to go back to the Twilight phase again, sheeeesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;june&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901380-4193045653249170595?l=vinedresser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/feeds/4193045653249170595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>AGH. I CANT STAND IT. I KEEP WATCHING THE VID YOU GUYS MADE. I WANT TO SEE YOU GUYS NOWWWWWWW. I WANT TO HUG ALL OF YOUUUUU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVEEEEEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG, I MISS FAMILY @ RMPS. :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;june&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901380-461513200956488791?l=vinedresser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/feeds/461513200956488791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901380&amp;postID=461513200956488791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/461513200956488791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/461513200956488791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/2008/06/agh.html' title=''/><author><name>ended.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15688734847947946423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901380.post-525419663214263776</id><published>2008-06-26T22:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T22:41:49.272+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Enrique - Stay Here Tonight.'/><title type='text'>Seven.</title><content type='html'>This came late, BUT! PRIMARY SCHOOL BUNCH OF WILD ARSE! I LOVE YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrived back from Kanchanaburi on 2nd of June, and I had these few little lovelies standing outside with a birthday card so big you wanna hug it! (It's taking reign of my chair now!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got me surprised, bunch of lovelies! They kept complaining about how their balloons can't float, but you know what, I love the balloon best compared to other balloons that can float, because it's from you guys love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, Swensens dinnnnnner. My oh-so-cool birthday calendar. I was pretty shocked, I mean I thought that was me in the calendar, but I was like, dude it can't be, but lllllooooookkkk, it's meeeeee. Goodness, I'm really touched, I mean, it's really lovely. And thanks for going to my house to get my photos while I was in Thailand saying that it sucked over there. Haha, sneaky lovely bunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to say. It's like, you've walk 16 years of your life, and by your side, are this bunch of lovely friends that never failed you. You know you can always fall back on them. Watching the video that you guys made for me, it's got me really touched. Here I am, tears falling, not because I'm sad or anything, but because of you guys. You guys have impacted me greatly, provided me with this wonderful friendship to suffice me. I really need all of you to know, I need you guys, for the rest of my life. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven of us, seven different characters, but bonded with the same love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really can't express my gratitude except for the fact that I don't know what to do without you guys. I really really really treasure this wonderful friendship, and I really can't find a word that's of significance to actually express my thoughts, my gratitude and my love for all of you. Just simply, thank you for crossing my paths, you guys are the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Refer to Ella &amp; YLP's blog for more details! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Photos, soooooon!)&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;june&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901380-525419663214263776?l=vinedresser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/feeds/525419663214263776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901380&amp;postID=525419663214263776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/525419663214263776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/525419663214263776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/2008/06/this-came-late-but-primary-school-bunch.html' title='Seven.'/><author><name>ended.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15688734847947946423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901380.post-1138929760607069653</id><published>2008-06-26T21:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T15:03:11.794+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Melee - Built To Last.'/><title type='text'>Most of all.</title><content type='html'>These few days, I just can't seem to find back that passion that I used to have for computers, which, maybe a good thing, or a bad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not as if by not using computer I would actually sit my arse down and do work, as if. As if.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so much things have happened, I don't know what to say. Regarding life, church, God, friends, &amp; discipline. Honestly, I'm thoroughly drained, and well, I pretty much expected it. Consecutive nights haven't been sleeping, out at parties, or just hanging out, walking arnd. (Omg, I just can't help but express my elation about that Zouk guy, he's drop-it-like-it's-hot!) &amp; three cheers to the bartender, try harder doofus. (smugs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a great time bonding with mom, altho it started out with a quarrel. I just don't get it why, but perhaps, perhaps. But whatever the case, the best part always comes later. Mango sale, oh-so-gooooood. Groceries shopping, and mom keeps gng into Louis Vuitton which makes me wanna get one too. With them flashing their LV stuff in front of me, sooner or later I'd be asking for one, sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to think that I used to find those LV, Gucci, Chanel stuff boring, with the same old fashioned print, which exudes almost no originality and I always find no reason why people can actually love it so much. But ugh, I guess we should never say things, too early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night, met up with Feng Yuan, to catch up on life, or so to speak. Watch Zohan. And it's like those kinda shows where you'll laugh, but come out of the cinema, completely blanked out, and when you try recalling the plot, you'll be thinking really hard, killing quite a handful of cells in the process. Oh! And when they asked for my Ez Link card, I felt the little thrill. Okay, cheap thrill. But yknw it's like, dude take that, I'm 16, poo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But macaroni man, I was soooooo late for church. All due to miscommunications, agh. But! I still managed to get my arse in church, altho I have tonnes of hmwrk, but I figured out if I could actually spend my time shopping or catching up with friends, why not spending some time with God, He'll make a way anyway! So we had a back-to-school bash! Agh, I missed History and F&amp;N lessons! Dang it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had some interesting games, at PE, Math, Art. Like, totally, ghey. But whenever you go back to church, regardless of how long you haven't been back there, you always get this closeness, warm fuzzy feeling in your heart. Like little fluttering feathers warming you up right from inside out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been really faithful in Christ although this year should be a milestone, a great leap in my faith. But apparently, that doesn't seem the case. Sec 2 was the most faithful years of mine, Sec 3 was kinda, tumbling down, and end of Sec 3 was like, ugh. Sec 4, it's kinda like on and off, and I'm really, really, remorseful. Countless times I've promised myself and God that I will go back, back to the beginning, but always, I tend to procrastinate. How long does it take for me to actually realise that I need to get a reality check, geez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, yeh, you still get this warm fuzzy feeling back there, even though you haven't been going back. Church never shuns you, they welcome you, with everything. And I'm glad we could all still stick around like usual. It's amazing how time flies, and we're actually where we are now. But I still miss camps, the last camp was eons years ago, so end-of-year camp! I'm looking frward! I miss those times where Pie and I would work into the wee hours in the corner of the church, and give them the stare to whoever who dares to touch our work. I miss those times where we'll go nuts inside the sleeping bag. I miss times I spend with the other 3. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know how I would survive or initiate anything in church without these 3 wonderful friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although we don't talk or meet up often, only on Sundays, but it's adequate to keep us going. We've seen each other grown up tgt, and made plans about our future tgt. 3 years ltr! Hong Konggggg. I'm sure it'll be a blasting good timeeeee! We're built to last. Hahaha, corny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, back-to-school. Oh holy moley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sooooo dead tired these few days in school, really lethargic. I wonder if it's my sleeping habits or whatsoever. But gosh, it's taking it's toll on me, big time. And I'm so not enjoying it okay, geez. I practically wanna sleep in every single lessons. Drama please, get my awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You always link girls to gossips. Which, apparently is how the way girls function. But, I'm starting to be so tired, &amp; lethargic. 3 more mnths, just 3 more mnths. AHHHHHH, I HAVE NO IDEA ON HOW TO ACTUALLY FEEL. That sounds so weird, but yeh, I have no idea what I'm feeling, what I should feel, what should it be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But whatever. I just feel like wrangling someone's neck. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: I can't believe it, Portugal lost. Okay whatever, I want Germany to win, but Cristiano Ronaldo means more. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;PP/S: I wanted to nap at 10 PM and wake up at 245 AM to watch Germany's match against Turkey, but failed. I woke up, but too lazy to budge. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;PPP/S: Thank God Germany won, phew. Or else I would have slain myself for not waking up.&lt;br /&gt;PPPP/S: Campus Live tmrw, dental tmrw, movie with Joe tmrw. And dance lessons have been very faithful these few weeks, I LURB IT.&lt;br /&gt;PPPPP/S: I need to wake up for Spain &amp; Russia's match tnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2herJBgscQ8/SGOkyYwHVeI/AAAAAAAAAtk/r1UXvMU0gdo/s1600-h/pdv190043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2herJBgscQ8/SGOkyYwHVeI/AAAAAAAAAtk/r1UXvMU0gdo/s200/pdv190043.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216193978969839074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Get dancing!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;june&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901380-1138929760607069653?l=vinedresser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/feeds/1138929760607069653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901380&amp;postID=1138929760607069653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/1138929760607069653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/1138929760607069653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/2008/06/most-of-all.html' title='Most of all.'/><author><name>ended.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15688734847947946423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2herJBgscQ8/SGOkyYwHVeI/AAAAAAAAAtk/r1UXvMU0gdo/s72-c/pdv190043.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901380.post-5353455260270941541</id><published>2008-06-23T22:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T22:27:39.833+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Corrinne May - Little Superhero Girl.'/><title type='text'>Little superhero.</title><content type='html'>Hellllllloz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg, it's been like eons year since I last updated, &amp; yeh, I've been hell busy. With totally no rest time, be it homework, or be it going out(which, oops, shouldn't be happening right now, but srsly, everyone needs a little break don't they?)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had great time catching up with Lorraine hon! I love crazy nights with you, 4A.M at 711 buying stuff, doing our crazy shouts, &amp; swings! Hahaha, not forgetting 4A.M walking around Ganges Ave, LOST. hahahaha. Zouk night would have been better if you were there with me! Oh, geez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice time retail therapy with mom, &amp; sentosa tanning, back-to-school bash, church &amp; so much more stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time like these where you got to realise the most insignificant thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;june&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901380-5353455260270941541?l=vinedresser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/feeds/5353455260270941541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901380&amp;postID=5353455260270941541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/5353455260270941541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/5353455260270941541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/2008/06/little-superhero.html' title='Little superhero.'/><author><name>ended.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15688734847947946423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901380.post-4381464330050646168</id><published>2008-06-12T14:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T14:19:22.933+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boys Like Girls - The Great Escape.'/><title type='text'>Forget yesterday.</title><content type='html'>Hello, all I can say is, these few days have been draining, tiring. But one thing worth it all, I saw God's workings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;june&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901380-4381464330050646168?l=vinedresser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/feeds/4381464330050646168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901380&amp;postID=4381464330050646168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/4381464330050646168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/4381464330050646168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/2008/06/forget-yesterday.html' title='Forget yesterday.'/><author><name>ended.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15688734847947946423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901380.post-1618998340217900432</id><published>2008-06-09T22:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T23:16:00.856+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Avenged Sevenfold - Seize The Day.'/><title type='text'>Helplessly, helpless.</title><content type='html'>I've been deleting, cancelling. Not knowing exactly how to express it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where have I been the past few months, when a simple task like being there &amp; letting her rant on &amp; on would simply bring a smile &amp; a warm fuzzy feeling to her, when my company seemed to work like magic, bringing a smile to her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I always fail to see, that I could bring such joy. Why do I always fail to take just some time off my schedule for them, which is such an easy task. Why do I always fail to realise everything, until I get the reality slapped hard on my face. Isn't it all gonna be too late?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna be one of them.&lt;br /&gt;It aches when they behave like these. I'm still tolerating.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; why are they behaving like these?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Superficial bastards.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901380-1618998340217900432?l=vinedresser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/feeds/1618998340217900432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901380&amp;postID=1618998340217900432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/1618998340217900432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/1618998340217900432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/2008/06/helplessly-helpless.html' title='Helplessly, helpless.'/><author><name>ended.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15688734847947946423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901380.post-3892271127690792042</id><published>2008-06-09T22:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T22:46:12.274+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bobby Darin - Beyond The Sea (La Mer)'/><title type='text'>To high and dry.</title><content type='html'>Okay, I still have yet to blog about those three wondrous things, but well. I'll do it some other day, now for today's ghey cooking/baking day :o (before I forget how today went, uh, well)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did the shittiest thing today. We were thinking of baking precooked lasagna, &amp; we thought it was prepacked, but when we got home, oh geez. What a bummer, cos it was only the freaking pasta slice, &amp; we had no minced meat, no cheese, NOTHING. Only pasta slice. It's like the, you have the yummiest TDF kinda cake in front of you, but you totally have no cutlery, &amp; you're actually starving with the 'I-could-eat-a-bull' feel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, I COOKED SPAGHETTI. YES I COOKED IT WELL. (&amp; it was good) However, smart arse Shawn, wanted to do a stun. He cracked a raw egg inside the spaghetti. Oh yes, he did. He 'thought' it would be fried cos the spaghetti is warm, omg, yes omg. But still, edible, I think. (he ate it all, so I think it's edible) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cookies turned out good(altho they were supersized weirdly shaped), &amp; so I shall give credits to Shawn, because, he made it. :o But he spilt raw eggs on them again, ugh! They tasted normal tho :o Surprisingly. So, erm, eggs with cookies, anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My folks &amp; relatives thinks the cookies are good, &amp; up to standards for opening a teahouse, &amp; I bet Shawn's head is swelling right now :o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was crazy fun, filled with mad laughters &amp; urm, weird stuns, after 2 whole years. What can I say, except that, today was great. &amp; definitely, our next cooking session manzzzzz, lasagna!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the boss okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;june&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901380-3892271127690792042?l=vinedresser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/feeds/3892271127690792042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901380&amp;postID=3892271127690792042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/3892271127690792042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/3892271127690792042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/2008/06/to-high-and-dry.html' title='To high and dry.'/><author><name>ended.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15688734847947946423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901380.post-6822273141514388961</id><published>2008-06-08T00:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T00:08:41.637+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Britney - Break The Ice.'/><title type='text'>You know you love me.</title><content type='html'>&amp; I've yet to blog about three more wondrous things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)Pri school friendzzzzz (OMG!)&lt;br /&gt;2)Sec school friendzzzzz(GASP!)&lt;br /&gt;3)KANCHANABURI!(FAINT)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, soon. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;june&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901380-6822273141514388961?l=vinedresser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/feeds/6822273141514388961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901380&amp;postID=6822273141514388961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/6822273141514388961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/6822273141514388961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/2008/06/you-know-you-love-me.html' title='You know you love me.'/><author><name>ended.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15688734847947946423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901380.post-752853486104019308</id><published>2008-06-07T23:27:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T15:03:13.429+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cherish - Killa.'/><title type='text'>Cosmopolitan And Scarlet O'Hara.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2herJBgscQ8/SEqqWP6nwOI/AAAAAAAAAtE/IbpDZF6fJlI/s1600-h/yoz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2herJBgscQ8/SEqqWP6nwOI/AAAAAAAAAtE/IbpDZF6fJlI/s200/yoz.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209163218213650658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2herJBgscQ8/SEqqWZ4vwDI/AAAAAAAAAtM/7XplTob-Q3c/s1600-h/smilez.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2herJBgscQ8/SEqqWZ4vwDI/AAAAAAAAAtM/7XplTob-Q3c/s200/smilez.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209163220890140722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2herJBgscQ8/SEqqWkZuesI/AAAAAAAAAtU/GaRv8E2AeJ4/s1600-h/loverz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2herJBgscQ8/SEqqWkZuesI/AAAAAAAAAtU/GaRv8E2AeJ4/s200/loverz.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209163223712824002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2herJBgscQ8/SEqqW8NtDeI/AAAAAAAAAtc/tbv2xzXp_xo/s1600-h/scarf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2herJBgscQ8/SEqqW8NtDeI/AAAAAAAAAtc/tbv2xzXp_xo/s200/scarf.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209163230104849890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2herJBgscQ8/SEqpoI86wWI/AAAAAAAAAsc/cdQN4oJGSJg/s1600-h/black+white.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2herJBgscQ8/SEqpoI86wWI/AAAAAAAAAsc/cdQN4oJGSJg/s200/black+white.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209162426070253922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2herJBgscQ8/SEqpo5bbgSI/AAAAAAAAAsk/AWL2aUwJfQc/s1600-h/look.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2herJBgscQ8/SEqpo5bbgSI/AAAAAAAAAsk/AWL2aUwJfQc/s200/look.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209162439083131170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2herJBgscQ8/SEqppGXV99I/AAAAAAAAAss/mfw4YYr271Q/s1600-h/twist.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2herJBgscQ8/SEqppGXV99I/AAAAAAAAAss/mfw4YYr271Q/s200/twist.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209162442555652050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2herJBgscQ8/SEqppc8YHbI/AAAAAAAAAs0/uxS96h5qP8I/s1600-h/martinis!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2herJBgscQ8/SEqppc8YHbI/AAAAAAAAAs0/uxS96h5qP8I/s200/martinis!.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209162448616562098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2herJBgscQ8/SEqppntNJTI/AAAAAAAAAs8/1SVP2kNNeOE/s1600-h/pouty!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2herJBgscQ8/SEqppntNJTI/AAAAAAAAAs8/1SVP2kNNeOE/s200/pouty!.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209162451505718578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thrill, excitement, martinis &amp; love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello Valerie if you're ever reading this.&lt;br /&gt;If this was last year, I could only say. I love you best, I love you. But this year, we've been through more shit together, we've had trials together, we've overcame the nuttiest thing that could have ended our friendship. Here we are, still strongly stuck, like no freaking organic solvent could ever dissolve the glue. I love the way we deal with us, honesty. &amp; I love how we will voice our views on stuff. Once again, I thank God for doing the impossible, having our two parallel lines meet. You're just like a bar of fat free chocolate. You're the best compliment, you're like having a no limit retail therapy, or a guilt-free martini. I know I can always count on you, I know you're just one call away, I know you'll never forsake me, even if the world will just leave me alone. Even if it means standing alone, I know I can always, count on you. &amp; yeh, people always say we should never divulge every single nutty detail to a person, but I beg to differ. You've proven me wrong, &amp; I'm sure mine's all safe with you, like how yours is safe with me. Without you, I wonder will I still be what I am, thinking what I'm thinking right now, doing what I'm doing right now, &amp; will I ever voice out my most inner being's desires. &amp; I wonder how our own lives would ever be, if our parallel lines never met, which obviously will be disastrous. I'll stick by you, &amp; never leave, not even if Chace Crawford says he'll marry me if I leave you. Cos you're worth more than a pretty face. &amp; if ever smthng bad happens, let's thrash it out, which will never happen I know. We don't really talk much in school cos of our classes, we don't talk on the phone, but yet, we have this strong thing that is surviving strong, so beautifully, &amp; we always know deep down in our hearts, we will never drift. &amp; I can't imagine the lives we'll lead if we do. Next year, we may part. But I know, for sure, distance is not getting in our way, &amp; I'm sure our devised plans will work out, we'll always retain this love, this miracle. Like how we always do, just doing our thing. Thank you, love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BFF, even though the world may forsake us. BFF even though we might not be in the same school. &lt;br /&gt;BFF, no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for being Valerie, thank you for being my crazy nutzhead arsewipe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; it never fails to bring a smile to my face whenever I think of our similarities, which is shockingly freakay. :o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;june&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901380-752853486104019308?l=vinedresser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/feeds/752853486104019308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901380&amp;postID=752853486104019308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/752853486104019308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/752853486104019308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/2008/06/cosmopolitan-and-scarlet-ohara.html' title='Cosmopolitan And Scarlet O&apos;Hara.'/><author><name>ended.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15688734847947946423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2herJBgscQ8/SEqqWP6nwOI/AAAAAAAAAtE/IbpDZF6fJlI/s72-c/yoz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901380.post-7271529495275934150</id><published>2008-06-07T22:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T22:59:10.327+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shakira - Objection.'/><title type='text'>Love!</title><content type='html'>Okay, I really miss service learning, I knew alot of people, which I didn't even in eons year thought I would have known :o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I love my pri school arses. They're loveliest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love sipping martinis with lovely. Smexy love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;june&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(P/S Phtos &amp; details, soon!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901380-7271529495275934150?l=vinedresser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/feeds/7271529495275934150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901380&amp;postID=7271529495275934150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/7271529495275934150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/7271529495275934150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/2008/06/love.html' title='Love!'/><author><name>ended.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15688734847947946423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901380.post-1814328181420543583</id><published>2008-06-07T14:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T16:19:00.500+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cherish - Killa.'/><title type='text'>Can you hear me moan?</title><content type='html'>You know I would love to blog, cos I've got so much interesting good ol June stories to tell. But unfortunately, I'm rushing to church now, so I'll blog ltr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;June.C&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901380-1814328181420543583?l=vinedresser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/feeds/1814328181420543583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901380&amp;postID=1814328181420543583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/1814328181420543583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/1814328181420543583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/2008/06/can-you-hear-me-moan.html' title='Can you hear me moan?'/><author><name>ended.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15688734847947946423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901380.post-2984064589872389335</id><published>2008-05-26T10:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T10:41:21.817+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boys Like Girls - Dance Hall Drug.'/><title type='text'>Five minutes to midnight.</title><content type='html'>It's been one whole week since I've last touched the computer, goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I haven't been watching Gossip Girl, 3 cheers? Yeh, I need that. I realised I have a soft spot for supermarts that are extremely big, packed with weird things. I realised I really love mixing every single thing I see at home &amp; try it out, even if it means a tummy upset as a package gift. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They should've scrapped school on Tuesday &amp; Wednesday. Completely pointless. But well, I'll let them clock timing, if that's what they're wishing for. Geez. What a life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember going Sumo House with Wendy, Siti &amp; Matthew, on Tuesday? God, my memory is failing me. I hate this. But anyway, it's totally irrelevant, so bust it. Who cares. Thursday was horrible if you ask me. I mean like, if you were gonna give me a choice of having a bullet through my brain, or living through another Thursday, I would very much choose the former. I woke up with the most ridiculous dream ever, &amp; it doesn't help when it keeps replaying in my mind. Even if it meant to be nostalgia, I would rather not think of it. Meet-The-Parents. Just the thing I needed most on the most ridiculous day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, but at least the next part of the day at MSG &amp; retail therapy was good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday. Was. So. Boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to go back to church aft eons years (not literally) &amp; I felt, good. (: That's really besides the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, you end your day knowing someone actually cares for you, that's the best deal on earth. Better than giving me ten Hermes bags &amp; scarves. &amp; it occured to me that, I miss them alot. Probably cause I'm the furthest away. But really. Thank you all for all those times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd June night dinner tradition. Mmhm love. &amp; oh Kanchanaburi, tmrw!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you, the one at Adelaide (Your weird dream &amp; you) :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you love me.&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;june&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901380-2984064589872389335?l=vinedresser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/feeds/2984064589872389335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901380&amp;postID=2984064589872389335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/2984064589872389335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/2984064589872389335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/2008/05/five-minutes-to-midnight.html' title='Five minutes to midnight.'/><author><name>ended.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15688734847947946423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901380.post-7307210397878745234</id><published>2008-05-19T18:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T19:13:20.584+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Timbaland - Bombay.'/><title type='text'>That's a secret I'll never tell.</title><content type='html'>I've got a sudden feeling, but will it last through June hols? (smugs)&lt;br /&gt;&amp; he is under the category of drop-it-like-it's-hot. Melts. Is there anything else that is nearly as fatal as his beauty is? I doubt so, sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh god, yknw there are times when you've got ten thousand tasks on your to-do-list &amp; you're so pressed for time you wish there would be 48 hrs per days, but there are times when there seems to be 72 hrs per day &amp; you've completely nothing on your to-do-list. The latter is exactly what I'm facing right now. Okay not exactly. Cos technically speaking, I've got hmwrk to do, &amp; what's not. But just, give.me.a.break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or rather, buzz off (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what's wrong, but I've got this feeling that I'm so sick &amp; tired of those somewhat (blah), I need smthng, fast &amp; furious. Like the whole scene of being fast &amp; furious just got even more tempting today. Thrills, huh? Or so they say. Or so we think. Whatever we're doing, whatever we're thinking, may not be what is expected of us, but we're sticking it on. We're making it our life. We're just gonna do our thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Live fast. Die young. Stay Pretty. Leave a pretty corpse."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you love me.&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;June&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901380-7307210397878745234?l=vinedresser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/feeds/7307210397878745234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901380&amp;postID=7307210397878745234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/7307210397878745234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/7307210397878745234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/2008/05/thats-secret-ill-never-tell.html' title='That&apos;s a secret I&apos;ll never tell.'/><author><name>ended.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15688734847947946423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901380.post-4000284817705099521</id><published>2008-05-19T11:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T12:08:31.903+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cupid Feat. B.O.B - 369'/><title type='text'>Bestest thing in life.</title><content type='html'>I just hate it when Gossip Girl loads so slowly, it's irritating, &amp; yeh, in every sense of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't touched Gossip Girl in like 4 days, goodness, I must have been insane. &amp; the best part of it all? It's ending next week. (urgh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had great fun on Friday with Ivyna! Grocery shopping for the weirdest things, like jello &amp; poptarts, to baked (inserts name here) apple pie. Hahahahaha! &amp; our Jap biscuits which are Tuesday's recess! Tripping over the kerb &amp; looking at each other with hilarious facial expressions. &amp; oh, our love for tomatoooooe. (Hur)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went 'Rock On Myanmar' on Saturday! Was at Fort Canning, &amp; girls really don't fail to be fashionably late. It was so hot, we were dripping buckets, literally. First band, we missed. The second one had a cover on Muse's Time Is Running Out. Yeh, you could sense the elation yeh? Seed was so excited, &amp; boy, sure do I love it tooooooooo. But that was like the only cover of the night, right. &amp; the drummer of tht band, was exceptionally, a fine piece of beauty. Oh, &amp; The Firefight too. Kinda think the singer, has this stage presence &amp; what's not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent Sunday doing some grocery shopping &amp; minimal shopping. Kinda looked like an animal let loose when I was shopping, god, I was deprived. Dinner, home. Oh, poptarts :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I'm fixing lunch now. Cheerios. &amp; I had a great family bonding time this morning, worth the sacrifice of my beauty sleep, :o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Planning a slumber party with church! &amp; a real indulgence of girlfriend at Thailand, I can't wait. Sounds, delicious at night. Mmhm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Till death do us part."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901380-4000284817705099521?l=vinedresser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/feeds/4000284817705099521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901380&amp;postID=4000284817705099521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/4000284817705099521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/4000284817705099521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/2008/05/bestest-thing-in-life.html' title='Bestest thing in life.'/><author><name>ended.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15688734847947946423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901380.post-5718885072335423437</id><published>2008-05-15T17:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T18:07:37.586+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Madonna - 4 Minutes.'/><title type='text'>Can I ignore you some other time?</title><content type='html'>It stinks big time when you keep remembering you've got smthng to blog about, but the minute details? They just don't seem to get registered in your head, sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a new discovery about Bus 14 today, &amp; I'm pretty sure everyone who knows me well enough, will know what I'm talking about. I dig sharing my joy with everyone. So, lovely. I'm going to make sure I catch that bus everyday, &amp; get my daily dosage of joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wendy was totally crazy during English today, thank god Mrs Ly-Ann didn't see my script. I would have died of utter embarrassment if Wendy read it aloud. &amp; there was this huge dispute over buns, bread, &amp; more stuff, which is allegedly, claimed to be perverse. (But I really don't think so?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got moved away during Chinese lessons cos V &amp; I were doing our thing again. But hello, we're two deprived girls needing some space, can't they feel our agony already? Geez. Okay, I'm so looking frward, to our, what may seem like the last final step, date. (Ooh, how exciting, &amp; thrilling)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths, usual. Recess, usual. Except for the whole Girlfriend part. I love reading those phrases out loud, it's so irritating. Oh, really, I love CH. CH has been the best lessons for me so far. Why? Cos the best part involves plain fun &amp; talking :D Seems like some of us have gotten the best part of us out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; really, we could start creating our own story, already. It's starting. &amp; it seems lovely to deal with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I love the idea of having one date per week thing, it's good. &lt;br /&gt;Well, sometimes you never do think TV serials are exaggerated, do you? Cos, it might just apply to your daily life. Look around you already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a little smthng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"I'm busy now. Can I ignore you some other time?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you love me.&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;June&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901380-5718885072335423437?l=vinedresser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/feeds/5718885072335423437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901380&amp;postID=5718885072335423437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/5718885072335423437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/5718885072335423437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/2008/05/can-i-ignore-you-some-other-time.html' title='Can I ignore you some other time?'/><author><name>ended.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15688734847947946423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901380.post-6401973968842874434</id><published>2008-05-14T19:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T15:03:13.603+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rooney - Love Me Or Leave Me.'/><title type='text'>Mechanism of ladies.</title><content type='html'>So today was like the first day I stayed back aft school for lunch aft going straight home faithfully for two whole days. Reason behind the whole going home thing? Easy, gossip girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's hope I'm snapping out of that. But things aren't looking good, geez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically, I was nearly late for school. Thank god there's smthng called alternatives. P.E, totally expected Mr. Ooi to not appear, well, he didn't fail me. So, capt's ball up. It was hilarious, but awesome I guess. Reckon such fun are going to end soon, as school draws to an end, sigh. Chinese. Oh god, I hate how V &amp; I have only got chinese lessons tgt, we're ALWAYS deprived of our regular updates, all bcos it's still lessons aft all, &amp; technically speaking, no one is to talk during lessons, or so they say. But nevertheless, you never stop girls from doing what they like, esp when it comes to two girlfriends, `yknw. Just wished that there could have been other alternatives, &amp; the thought of us, having to separate next year, it's kinda, dampening? But, I'm sure we'll meet up, I mean goodness. We're in different classes &amp; we could still maintain this friendship, I'm sure some being in different schools really can't matter that much. Besides, we've already agreed on a meal at least once a week, so beat that. Oh &amp; really, V, we're two-third there. (smugs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's skip the whole recess part &amp; stright to CH. Oh goodness, it was hilarious bullshiz fun! We were talking utter rubbish, &amp; I really can't remember wht we were saying except for the fact that we were laughing majority of the time. Oh, I sorta remember. We were talking about celebs &amp; blah. &amp; how Dee is so updated, &amp; she speaks like she's Carrie Underwood's bestfriend, hilarious stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school lunch was crazy-filled. With all those crappy names &amp; convs we had (which apparently, is very illicit, &amp; shouldn't be portrayed right here) were really, funny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh cool fact, I unknowingly stayed vegan for 2 days already, &amp; really, I'm not a vegetarian. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, &amp; I think... Vegan. Sounds. Satanic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Bdae Joel Soon Jun Kai! Just exactly one year ago, we kayaked back from Pangkor Island to Lumut, &amp; had some cheap-thrill orienteering in preparation for our trekking trip. Not forgetting, tmrw's the funniest shiz exactly one year ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solo Camping. (Remember how Mr. Ham freaking made some knocking noises throughout the night?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With much love, xoxo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2herJBgscQ8/SCrNnlq5YoI/AAAAAAAAAsU/zRsHu1ALSL0/s1600-h/martini+slurping.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2herJBgscQ8/SCrNnlq5YoI/AAAAAAAAAsU/zRsHu1ALSL0/s200/martini+slurping.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200194799763284610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Just one more step."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901380-6401973968842874434?l=vinedresser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/feeds/6401973968842874434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901380&amp;postID=6401973968842874434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/6401973968842874434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/6401973968842874434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/2008/05/mechanism-of-ladies.html' title='Mechanism of ladies.'/><author><name>ended.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15688734847947946423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2herJBgscQ8/SCrNnlq5YoI/AAAAAAAAAsU/zRsHu1ALSL0/s72-c/martini+slurping.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901380.post-3950150182510574894</id><published>2008-05-13T19:00:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T15:03:13.788+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sara Bareilles - Love Song.'/><title type='text'>Mack.</title><content type='html'>Okay, I have some things that I really need to do, but I am a major procrastinator, &amp; that really stinks to the max, sadly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things-to-do.&lt;br /&gt;1) Finish my seemingly endless A &amp; E mathematics homework (which totally turns me off big time)&lt;br /&gt;2) Do up my SPA folders &amp; chinese folder before I really get screwed big time&lt;br /&gt;3) I need to move along &amp; get to Sentosa with LY for some exposure to the sun, my skin is fading colour (which is terrible)&lt;br /&gt;4) I need to go to the airport, really. (in my PJs?)&lt;br /&gt;5) I need to get my mind off Chace Crawford, &amp; urm Ed Westwick (which I thought I would never like, sigh, girls.)&lt;br /&gt;6) No really, Twilight is still on my mind despite the whole Chace &amp; Ed thing&lt;br /&gt;7) I need to start sleeping, before I die from being so lethargic&lt;br /&gt;8) Get back on track (firstly I need to sleep, which goes back to 7)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I think that's all? Hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, I need to stop watching Gossip Girl cos I'm like, really addicted to it? &amp; trust me, it's no fun to get addicted to watching TV series `yknw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's. Fugging. Addictive. (Sigh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's start on the interesting facts that happened today, or at least, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;quite&lt;/span&gt; interesting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting how I tried to go to school without pinning up my hair, &amp; I was crossing my fingers that I wouldn't get caught, but naw, I failed, expected. So, I pinned it up, or so my tcher thinks so :o During CH, Dee, Seedy, Jo &amp; I gobbled down the whole bottle of gummies, creating The Suckers story &amp; god, it was so hilarious, you should've seen the way Dee ate the gummies, I swear you'll laugh! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost time for photo-taking, &amp; all the girls, or rather, all the vain-er girls went to the toilet. `yknw, it's the last year in school, we've gotta be almost, or rather be very sure that we're gonna look good. Hey, you never knw whose looking at the year book, do ya! Okay, that's really besides the point. Anyway, which girl in the whole damn universe doesn't want to look good?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the scene in the toilet was really hilarious in some way. They were like, 'Hey should I put on my concealer?' or like, 'Hey, think I should tie my hair again?' or, 'You think my hair is okay?'. Hahaha, okay fine, I did make sure my hair was in place. :o Photo-taking, I swear I was trying to hide from Miss Lim, cos I had my fringe down :o I mean like, eww, not with pinned hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear I was high on glucose or god-knows-what since I didn't have any gummies before that during Biology. Ask Jim, I think he completely understood. Alright, &amp; he was playing along, which is really fun :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"I'm so emo, I cut myself, whilst cutting vegetables."&lt;br /&gt;"I'm so emo, I cut my hair."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; the whole Joseph's diabetic cookies, &amp; Joseph eating Joseph's diabetic cookies. Hur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I. Slept. Through. English.&lt;br /&gt;Cos I was so tired. I mean, I felt like jelly. Almost like a monster just sucked the soul outta me, &amp; replaced it with those cheap jelly that blobs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; dental aft that? More metal in my mouth now, sheesh. &amp; the suckiest part? I can't eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all, xoxo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2herJBgscQ8/SCl8YVq5YnI/AAAAAAAAAsM/ja2cfmSplV8/s1600-h/DSC00998.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2herJBgscQ8/SCl8YVq5YnI/AAAAAAAAAsM/ja2cfmSplV8/s200/DSC00998.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199824002351719026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"We're almost too old for that."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901380-3950150182510574894?l=vinedresser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/feeds/3950150182510574894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901380&amp;postID=3950150182510574894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/3950150182510574894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/3950150182510574894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/2008/05/mack.html' title='Mack.'/><author><name>ended.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15688734847947946423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2herJBgscQ8/SCl8YVq5YnI/AAAAAAAAAsM/ja2cfmSplV8/s72-c/DSC00998.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901380.post-3739764548658945625</id><published>2008-05-12T15:45:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T15:03:14.031+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rooney - Losing All Control.'/><title type='text'>We know we missed it.</title><content type='html'>Ooooookay, girls are indecisive, really indecisive, sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, saturday, I was supposed to go for a nice lil exposure to sun at East Coast with V, but ended up elsewhere. Headed for 'dinner' at Mohamed Sultan. Dessert &amp; lychee martini on the house, beat that :o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, mother's day lunch at Crystal Jade, walked arnd, usual, nothing much. Oh, but goodness, I'm so loving this pair of Onitsuka Tiger, it's kinda like, shoes-to-die-for thing. Okay, so dinner at Hog's Breath, &amp; 'mma so gonna get tht pair of Keds from Ped Der Red. It's lovely, kinky, &amp; cute! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, let's be more practical, firstly, I need to get a new lunchbox, mine's giving way, already. Sigh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School. Was. Tiring. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, &amp; church reminded me of the fun &amp; joy we used to have, all those camps. &amp; it dawned on me it's been more than a year since we've been tgt in a camp. We'll make it work, Hong Kong trip &amp; all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2herJBgscQ8/SCf5vVq5YmI/AAAAAAAAAsE/fpUV7Aq6xUg/s1600-h/pastries+friend.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2herJBgscQ8/SCf5vVq5YmI/AAAAAAAAAsE/fpUV7Aq6xUg/s200/pastries+friend.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199398886488760930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"I miss you guys."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901380-3739764548658945625?l=vinedresser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/feeds/3739764548658945625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901380&amp;postID=3739764548658945625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/3739764548658945625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/3739764548658945625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/2008/05/we-know-we-missed-it.html' title='We know we missed it.'/><author><name>ended.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15688734847947946423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2herJBgscQ8/SCf5vVq5YmI/AAAAAAAAAsE/fpUV7Aq6xUg/s72-c/pastries+friend.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901380.post-2166338134043278157</id><published>2008-05-09T20:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T21:33:55.312+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Corrinne May - Little Superhero Girl.'/><title type='text'>I'm a fool for you.</title><content type='html'>Okay, Ivyna said school was boring without me, oooh, I know you miss me alot yknw! I missed you too, smexy lovelove. Well, everyone misses me, right? Yeh, I like rhetorical questions alot, by the way :o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I fractured my finger, I torn my ligament, &amp; I baked with LY, I ate a whole loaf of bread, I baked cookies for Mom's Day with Sarah, &amp; we burnt it so badly, I made a good cup of chocolate drink, I ate alot of gummies, I met up with Joe. YW &amp; Teh, in fact, I did alot of things, of little significance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, okay, really, I need to run, so that should roughly sum up wht I indulged in for the past week, :o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I really think Muse is sexy. Hah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901380-2166338134043278157?l=vinedresser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/feeds/2166338134043278157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901380&amp;postID=2166338134043278157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/2166338134043278157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/2166338134043278157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/2008/05/im-fool-for-you.html' title='I&apos;m a fool for you.'/><author><name>ended.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15688734847947946423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901380.post-3425835884768059269</id><published>2008-05-06T20:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T20:58:38.568+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rooney - Calling The World.'/><title type='text'>Selfless love.</title><content type='html'>After my previous posts, I decided to take a nap, since the medicine was taking effect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing I did was to take a look at my mobile once I woke, &amp; the feeling I got was indescribable. I mean like, you wake up, to see all those sweet concern texts from important girlfriends of your life, it's, heaven! &amp; it's through small stuff like these that you actually do realise, who cares about you, sincerely. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's sweet, really. It doesn't fail to put a smile on my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; it's through today, I realised how much my mommiekins cares for me. I'm not what you would call a perfect daughter every mom yearns for, &amp; sometimes my attitude stinks to the max. But she never fails me, she always take care of me, loves me in every way, even tho we might fight sometimes. I mean, who doesn't? Well, mom took time off, took me to the docs, ensuring everything is set right for me before she left for work. &amp; every single time, I asked for smthg, mommiekins always managed to get it for me, even if she's working or smthng. I can't describe how thankful I am, &amp; sometimes I wonder if I sacrifice for my kids next time, like how my mom does. Am I gonna be too selfish?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I love her, really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;P/S, Seedy, I read your blog, &amp; yknw what, I love your post alot (: &amp; of course, you. Even tho some friends may fail, &amp; you may be down, I'll let you know, I'll be here for you, just like how you've always been there for me. Just like those times, remember toilet times? First level toilet held alot of our misery, doesn't it? Hahaha. As much as sometimes, each of us may irritate each other, but we all know, it's for that spur of the moment only. Anyway, really, just wanna tell you, you mean alot to me, &amp; I'm glad our paths crossed. I'll be there, for you, always.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901380-3425835884768059269?l=vinedresser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/feeds/3425835884768059269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901380&amp;postID=3425835884768059269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/3425835884768059269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/3425835884768059269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/2008/05/selfless-love.html' title='Selfless love.'/><author><name>ended.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15688734847947946423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901380.post-3201926660027558412</id><published>2008-05-06T17:02:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T15:03:14.181+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rooney - When did your heart go missing?'/><title type='text'>Pseudo.</title><content type='html'>It's been so long, okay technically speaking, not very long, but hey, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, I really intended to move my arse along, &amp; go to church, but instead, my pathetic lil soul didn't feel like being tormented by the sun, &amp; was very intrigued by The Covenant too, hence my presence at home the whole day. Okay, at least I moved to Tiong Bahru to return those rental dvds (okay, I so wouldn't have went if I didn't need to return it by then, gee), ho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, I was feeling so, unwell. I swear I could totally shred myself into pieces &amp; I'd still think it felt better. Sheesh. Wenna collect my poor Eclipse that has been stranded at Times since god-knows-when, hahaha. Went to pay gramps a visit, she looks way thinner, sigh. It's been a long time since I went to visit them, &amp; seeing how happy they were to see me, just made me way more guilty than I could ever feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those added lines on their faces, those haggard eye bags, they really have aged huh, haven't they? How long will it take me to really realise that time really is catching fast on us, sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, &amp; I really need to spare some extra time, for them, before I really regret it, times not waiting for me, I must realise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27 Dresses, oh my goodness, can't really say how much I like Kevin Doyle, okay, really, it's a sin to look so beautiful. His smile, the suit &amp; so on &amp; so forth..., boy, really, it's impossible one could ever look that great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, hello society, it's been a long break since curriculum has started. &amp; no, monday wasn't enjoyable, altho it was kinda. Okay, contradicting myself once again, but goodness, whatever. There were tears &amp; blah blah blah, not from me tho, I was kinda, uplifted? For some moments. Anw, yeh. Sheesh, tuition was like, hah. I don't know how to describe &amp; srsly (blah)'s weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, stayed home, hurray? I don't know. Really, and the situation of getting back testpapers is bad enough. The last I need right now is to be on MC, &amp; that's just what I'm getting right here. Bet I must have missed out alot in school, sigh.  But today has been kinda, a great rest! :o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Can I stop contradicting already?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, &amp; sometimes I really do wonder, am I doing the right thing? Probably it's gonna be a viscous cycle, since what goes around, comes around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;! Oh yeh, I've fallen for Gossip Girl, really, it's so, teenage? (: It's kinda like facing a mirror whilst watching, except for the real scandalous part, not really our type of thing. :o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2herJBgscQ8/SCAj6asBh3I/AAAAAAAAAr8/K8zfgQzI_Ho/s1600-h/cupcakes!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2herJBgscQ8/SCAj6asBh3I/AAAAAAAAAr8/K8zfgQzI_Ho/s200/cupcakes!.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197193456488908658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;You've been walking through 16 years of life, till you kick back &amp; realise the few true ones were just right beside you, standing by you whilst you were foolishly searching for what you thought as the true ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;P/S: What's the ship that never sinks? Friendship, they say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901380-3201926660027558412?l=vinedresser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/feeds/3201926660027558412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901380&amp;postID=3201926660027558412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/3201926660027558412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/3201926660027558412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/2008/05/pseudo.html' title='Pseudo.'/><author><name>ended.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15688734847947946423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2herJBgscQ8/SCAj6asBh3I/AAAAAAAAAr8/K8zfgQzI_Ho/s72-c/cupcakes!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901380.post-2580300240111831239</id><published>2008-05-02T19:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T19:18:03.830+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cupid Feat. B.O.B - 369'/><title type='text'>Ugh, whatever!?</title><content type='html'>I'm really glad that I'm back to usual same old laugherette. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha! So, school again huh! No really, it isn't that bad, except for the fact that I'm still not fully recovered, &amp; I'm really lethargic. Geez, was suppose to be out at the airport with LY! In PJS ;o But decided to stick to plain old lunch &amp; home, still not feeling that well anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, school, well, yeh I got owned by Mr.G, how sad. &amp; well Chem SPA, no comments. Total kltuz. Hahaha, but really, whatever. OH! &amp; everyone's going like ugh, whatever, or ugh, excuse me?! Kinda thingo lingo, cos it's the Bratz lingo man. Hahaha, that totally roxors. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decided to head to Daily Scoops. Okay &amp; I couldn't eat, urgh. Hahaha, oh, &amp; Pong's a real bimbo. He's like, a total bimbo, he's the head anyway. Should've seen the way he behaved, a total hilarious klutzhead! That's Pong for you, &amp; no I'm not an airhead. Dee's another large bimbonation's dominating bimbo, well, Seed &amp; Atiqah too, only with the exception of me, I'm good old plain Jane :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aitqah laughs like a hyena. ;o Dee laughs like a, laugherette? Seed is my lifelong partner for walking slowly. Thank you very much :D Hahahahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, I love laughing outta nothing, laughing just cos I feel like laughing. This no strings attached kinda feeling, really feels free. (: But, life really still does have it's ugly side doesn't it? As must as today rocked totally, there's always this thing that's kinda... No comments. Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901380-2580300240111831239?l=vinedresser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/feeds/2580300240111831239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901380&amp;postID=2580300240111831239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/2580300240111831239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/2580300240111831239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/2008/05/ugh-whatever.html' title='Ugh, whatever!?'/><author><name>ended.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15688734847947946423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901380.post-1020679673439516150</id><published>2008-05-01T11:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T15:03:14.376+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sara Bareilles - Love Song.'/><title type='text'>Plain old good fun</title><content type='html'>No way! It's been so long!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, okay I'm still not fully recovered yet, but yeh. Went to the airport with Cher! &amp; we were doing 'catwalks', running aft airstewardess &amp; just doing plain old fun plus studying! Hahahaha, really, times like these, are worth the go. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MIDS.ARE.OFFICIALLY.OVER.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sense the excitement yet? Oh yeh, it's finally over. But that really doesn't matter alot, since the oh-very-cool O levels are advancing towards us, sheesh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had some plain old good fun, fixing up our own lunches, baking &amp; just watching some flicks. Yknw, the whole process of cutting, chopping &amp; mixing, plus fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2herJBgscQ8/SBlAPKsBh2I/AAAAAAAAAr0/UHzNigvU7hY/s1600-h/cuppy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2herJBgscQ8/SBlAPKsBh2I/AAAAAAAAAr0/UHzNigvU7hY/s200/cuppy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195254274459797346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A little piece of bliss."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, time to move on to my gramp's place alrd. Oh, before I forget...&lt;br /&gt;Happy Labour Day?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901380-1020679673439516150?l=vinedresser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/feeds/1020679673439516150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901380&amp;postID=1020679673439516150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/1020679673439516150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/1020679673439516150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/2008/05/plain-old-good-fun.html' title='Plain old good fun'/><author><name>ended.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15688734847947946423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2herJBgscQ8/SBlAPKsBh2I/AAAAAAAAAr0/UHzNigvU7hY/s72-c/cuppy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901380.post-3434461611499452956</id><published>2008-04-27T20:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T21:15:06.792+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jesse McCartney - Leavin`'/><title type='text'>Nostalgia.</title><content type='html'>Okay, I had terrible fever, &amp; sore throat, that drained me totally. &amp; worst of all, I couldn't study for my exams, urgh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're full of nonsense, what save my life. Hahahahaha! More like I'm the one who's entertaining you man. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mhhm, okay, I really think I should start on Amath, or else I'm SO screwed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901380-3434461611499452956?l=vinedresser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/feeds/3434461611499452956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901380&amp;postID=3434461611499452956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/3434461611499452956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/3434461611499452956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/2008/04/nostalgia.html' title='Nostalgia.'/><author><name>ended.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15688734847947946423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901380.post-8370348376803201087</id><published>2008-04-26T16:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T16:27:05.549+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Enrique - Push.'/><title type='text'>You're so yammy.</title><content type='html'>After so long, I managed to talk over 'lunch' with Chermaine after Emath Mids, &amp; well, it always went well, &amp; it's great, I likeeee ;o Reliving those great old times, &amp; well, it always seem like we're the two crazy nutheads that are willing to do ridiculous stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, funny! Ivyna snapped a chopstick in Sakae, Wendy screamed, everyone stared. WE LAUGHED WITH NO SOUND. Hahaha, how embarrassing. &amp; that incredible fun toy shop! With Ivyna's weird theory of this stick your finger and get it stuck toy. Damn funny. &amp; the half ball thingo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eng Oral tday, I nearly died for being late, but NEARLY :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, really, I should be studying right now, so bye kiddoz. I miss Chermaine (: &amp; The Suckers, xoxo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901380-8370348376803201087?l=vinedresser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/feeds/8370348376803201087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901380&amp;postID=8370348376803201087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/8370348376803201087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/8370348376803201087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/2008/04/youre-so-yammy.html' title='You&apos;re so yammy.'/><author><name>ended.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15688734847947946423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901380.post-7284304840289028197</id><published>2008-04-25T22:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T22:14:15.500+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Britney - Break The Ice.'/><title type='text'>Baby, break the ice.</title><content type='html'>I had Sakae buffet tday with 2 retards, &amp; we were totally doing rubbish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; we met Jonas Brothers lookalike. ;o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; really, I'm trying hard for a new perspective to this thing, &amp; it's working? I THINK :D &amp; not forgetting, I still love, Break The Ice, alot. Heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901380-7284304840289028197?l=vinedresser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/feeds/7284304840289028197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901380&amp;postID=7284304840289028197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/7284304840289028197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/7284304840289028197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/2008/04/baby-break-ice.html' title='Baby, break the ice.'/><author><name>ended.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15688734847947946423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901380.post-3246264832685180616</id><published>2008-04-23T18:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T18:08:57.754+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Missy Elliott - Shake Your Pom Pom.'/><title type='text'>Blinky Bill.</title><content type='html'>I really don't mean to do this, but sometimes I really can't help it. I just hope, it'll all be over, soon. Anyway, on a lighter note, really school has been a bitch :o&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901380-3246264832685180616?l=vinedresser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/feeds/3246264832685180616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901380&amp;postID=3246264832685180616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/3246264832685180616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/3246264832685180616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/2008/04/blinky-bill.html' title='Blinky Bill.'/><author><name>ended.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15688734847947946423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901380.post-3805583288793562074</id><published>2008-04-21T19:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T19:34:20.676+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Killers - Somebody Told Me.'/><title type='text'>The abcs.</title><content type='html'>Hello, I officially think I wrote outta point, &amp; it was too bimbotic to be a story for English Mids. Argh ): Rachel &lt;/3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urgh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, (: xoxo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901380-3805583288793562074?l=vinedresser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/feeds/3805583288793562074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901380&amp;postID=3805583288793562074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/3805583288793562074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/3805583288793562074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/2008/04/abcs.html' title='The abcs.'/><author><name>ended.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15688734847947946423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901380.post-4968596691387088208</id><published>2008-04-20T19:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T19:05:14.992+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Britney - Break The Ice.'/><title type='text'>The love addict.</title><content type='html'>I can't wait for GirlsHipHop, particularly this week, wonder why?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901380-4968596691387088208?l=vinedresser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/feeds/4968596691387088208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901380&amp;postID=4968596691387088208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/4968596691387088208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/4968596691387088208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/2008/04/love-addict.html' title='The love addict.'/><author><name>ended.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15688734847947946423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901380.post-6466566751147182567</id><published>2008-04-20T16:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T17:12:30.742+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Enrique - Push.'/><title type='text'>Hello that's it.</title><content type='html'>I've taken it out 3 times, I wonder if it'll be fine if I just change the stud right now? Mhmm. I want to buy The Beatles stud, it looooooooks so awesome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think mine heals pretty fast, woes to those who takes longer ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`mma gonna fix up dinner ltr, nice honey mustard with to-die-for ham (at least it's to-die-for for me), lettuce, &amp; bread. Oooh, what heaven-tasting food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, shiz, thr's exams tmrw, I'm still NOT studying, zomg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I really really really really really want an inkprint, sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901380-6466566751147182567?l=vinedresser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/feeds/6466566751147182567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901380&amp;postID=6466566751147182567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/6466566751147182567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/6466566751147182567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/2008/04/hello-thats-it.html' title='Hello that&apos;s it.'/><author><name>ended.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15688734847947946423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901380.post-8750684446093765325</id><published>2008-04-19T20:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T15:03:14.562+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Madonna - 4 Minutes.'/><title type='text'>A hard line to walk.</title><content type='html'>In less than a week, I'm back again, aww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I baked apple crumble, &amp; they found it nice, well, at least Eunice craved for more, ooh, a final success. Previous two attempts were a complete mess, let's not mention, gahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had tuition on Friday with Zi Jie, Lynn, Deb &amp; Dee. Oh, &amp; girlstalk with Carely. (Random; I'm craving for Redbean Mr. Obanyaki now) Okay. So, dinner, reached home like arnd 9 plus, &amp; I haven't start on my Chinese when Mids were on the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How cool?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's rheotorical though. So, Mids today. Scrapped through, let's cross our fingers, hoping we'll pass. &amp; for chicken-nehneh sake, I was trying to study today, but ended up sleeping, &amp; here, blogging, browsing, surfing. Sickening arsewipe, aint I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, &amp; a big thank you for being so tolerant guys, I have been an idiot. (: I'll sleep more, as I promised. To bring back the hyped one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2herJBgscQ8/SAnrJvt4ISI/AAAAAAAAArs/skdCbPOWnV4/s1600-h/ribbon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2herJBgscQ8/SAnrJvt4ISI/AAAAAAAAArs/skdCbPOWnV4/s200/ribbon.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190938598181445922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"It calls out to me, but I'm way too afraid to reach out for it, for fear of repeating what I've done, almost again."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901380-8750684446093765325?l=vinedresser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/feeds/8750684446093765325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901380&amp;postID=8750684446093765325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/8750684446093765325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/8750684446093765325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/2008/04/hard-line-to-walk.html' title='A hard line to walk.'/><author><name>ended.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15688734847947946423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2herJBgscQ8/SAnrJvt4ISI/AAAAAAAAArs/skdCbPOWnV4/s72-c/ribbon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901380.post-574909180435756948</id><published>2008-04-16T20:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T21:07:47.032+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Muse - Time Is Running Out.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh yes! Hello world, I'm back here in less than a weeeeeeeeeek, &amp; I'm hairpee okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahahaha, let's begin with Sunday! I loveeeeeeee book browsing! (If thr's ever sucha word, yeh) Hahahaha! I spent hours inside the bookstore since I decided not to lunch with mates, omg, yes hours. Let's hi-light, inside the bookstore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a few great books on my mind, am gonna get it, as soon as I can afford to place my mind, soul &amp; time on it, yeh! Went home, &amp; caught some winks, to compensate my beauty sleep that I missed over the weeks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, tiring! Chem tuition, with the omg-im-in-need-of-toilet guy. Hahahahahaha, oh yes, Dee, we so needed another (inserts) in tuition, not like having one in school is not enough. Seems like we just can't shake ourselves off, those kinds. Hmm. OH! &amp; Arena yeh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, omgggggggggshz. &amp; yes, I love girltalks in Starbucks with Jam! (: Totally enjoyable danceeeeeeeeeee aye! Dinner at HK Cafe with Sistar &amp; Jam! Did a lil shopping as a getaway from the god-damned busy routine life! Oh love of my life, when will I be able to get in contact with you again? OH shoppinggggg ): I'm so badly deprived, really, honestly, desperately in need of shopping alrd. My itch is coming onnnnnn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tday, date w Jumsy &amp; Eunice! Okay, was supposed to be out with Ivyna, but I've gotta be home early t accompany sis, so I went for quick lunch &amp; got home rather early, hence my precious appearance here (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; Mag, Happy 16 Birthday. Thank you for being Mag, the Mag that I love, the bimbo Mag that I share my life with, love. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okayyyyyy, go do some quality readingggg!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I can't stop laughing these days, shiz! That's sooooooo scary okay, I laugh at the slightest thing ): &amp; I find it so funny, but no one does, sigh! Hahahahaha, okay fine. Seeyoh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901380-574909180435756948?l=vinedresser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/feeds/574909180435756948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901380&amp;postID=574909180435756948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/574909180435756948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/574909180435756948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/2008/04/oh-yes-hello-world-im-back-here-in-less.html' title=''/><author><name>ended.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15688734847947946423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901380.post-8883950149835045263</id><published>2008-04-12T16:45:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T15:03:14.679+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mandy Moore - 17.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello, isn't it wonderful how I can refrain from using the computer? Aye, yes it is. Or rather, every single day is so pack, I can't afford anytime to relax and take a breather, let alone coming online, sheeshhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, anyway, tuition was awesome! Hahahah, we got 'lost', &amp; everything elses. The St Francis guy, and SCGS girl. Hahahha, &amp; Dee finishes her chemical eqns really fast, gee. Hahahaha! Tuesday was great, dance &amp; everything, brings back so much youth &amp; fun (okay, sounds like I'm terribly old, but I'm not, for heavens sake). Wednesday, a fruitful lunch session, with senseless chatters thats crucial in friendship (: Thursday was plain old doing Amath, &amp; mugging for Bio test at night. &amp; I swear I've been going home arnd 7 plus almost everyday, &amp; I'm mentally, physically, totally drained. See what I mean about not having time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;FRIDAY.SUCKED.BALLS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Seriously, one of the worst days ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I allowed my emotions get the better of me, &amp; that, honestly wasn't that much enjoyable. For bloody heaven's sake. Breaking down in jitters aft cramping finish Chinese test was more than enough, but, the system doesn't think so. I had Amath and Bio test, simultaneously, how's that sounding? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It gives me the creep, how you have to remember all the details, information, and methods on answering, and without a bloody break, you're going for 2 tests, that requires alot of brainworks. It's not like it's English and Bio where you can totally finish off English fluently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To top it off, the whole afternoon I spent doing Amath, probably didn't help much. &amp; oh wonderful world, I didn't realise there was a question on the last page of Bio test, how cool is that? I realised it when time was up, what a total mess. &amp; it's not like I didn't know the answer, for the hundredth time, yes I know the god damned answer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; the fact that I woke up with a nightmare, and my shoe spoilt, didn't really help in making my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I'm that hot tempered, that weak to actually break down because of all the stress and everything. But well, as easy as I might fall, I'm capable of pulling myself back up really fast. I don't believe in rejoicing over my own fall. I'm all fine now, just that, seriously, friday sucked balls. Okay, it wouldn't if there wasn't so much tests. It's the fking tests that's making me so peeved. Geeeee, can't believe I actually felt that way because of tests. I would call myself a moron. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Jam, I pulled out last minute. I don't think you would want to go out with someone like me who's on the verge of killing people. Sorry guys, for being the most idiotic June you could ever want. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept away, &amp; I felt so good when I woke, &amp; well, I'm up and fine right now, in fact, I'm very happy, for some reasons, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back on track, I really don't want Eclipse to end, but seems like that's not happening, &amp; no, I don't like thattttt ): &lt;br /&gt;It would take much more than breaking down emotionally to get over Edward, HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, it's time I move along, because I need to mug, I can't sit at one corner, looking at my classmates actually burying their heads into their books, while I'm frolicking away, because that would be a total doofus way of life. No way, my conscience doesn't allow me to. Okay, &amp; by the way, that sucks too ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Midyrs, o, look what have you done?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S; I've gotten way too much on the girl-side, oh holy macaroni. My playlists is filled with Mandy Moore's, &amp; I'm loving the things I hear, geez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2herJBgscQ8/SAB_sry2ZaI/AAAAAAAAArk/QNJZ-FsFWFw/s1600-h/sweet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2herJBgscQ8/SAB_sry2ZaI/AAAAAAAAArk/QNJZ-FsFWFw/s200/sweet.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188287176377787810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"My current apple of my eye."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901380-8883950149835045263?l=vinedresser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/feeds/8883950149835045263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901380&amp;postID=8883950149835045263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/8883950149835045263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/8883950149835045263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/2008/04/hello-isnt-it-wonderful-how-i-can.html' title=''/><author><name>ended.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15688734847947946423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2herJBgscQ8/SAB_sry2ZaI/AAAAAAAAArk/QNJZ-FsFWFw/s72-c/sweet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901380.post-4505856051185285435</id><published>2008-04-06T17:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T15:03:14.861+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bobby Darin - Beyond The Sea (La Mer)'/><title type='text'>Goodbye, sailing.</title><content type='html'>Isn't it amazing that you get the exact same nolstagic feeling, at the same timing? I guess that's pretty much amazing, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone told me, "&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;For a human, it's easy, time heals &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;almost&lt;/span&gt; everything.&lt;/span&gt;" &amp; well, even though there is an almost over there, in that sentence, I still beg to differ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;It doesn't heals, it just buries everything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think you've moved on with it? Think again, it would probably be a no. Every single time when we've been through something drastic, or something that would probably be better off without thinking, we'll tend to use time to flush away the emotions. But instead of really healing it, we're in actual fact, burying it. Deep down, it's still there. We just choose to believe that it's no longer there, &amp; we just lead on with whatever we have in our life, be it our safe habor, or our busy schedule that keeps us away from thinking about it. Despite all these, a person can't probably be busy 24/7, there will always be a quiet time for the mind, body &amp; soul. &amp; it's time like these, where we would think of the past, &amp; every single little details starts resurfacing, without your conscience will. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;almost &lt;/span&gt;human nature to remember all those minute details, even though they really hurt, &amp; it would really be better off left alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least, it can be bittersweet in a sense. But we all know, we'll move on, it's just whether, time heals, or time buries? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Go figure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to topic, senseless blogging, sheesh. Okay, so whatever that happened today, really isn't worth blogging, except the fact that I kinda had a girl talk with Hinann. &amp; don't mistake me, I really do enjoy girltalks with her, it just never fails, to tug at my heartstrings. Well, she got me reminded on some stuff too, but.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, we'll just let our mind wander off once in a while, but we've gotta pull ourselves back as soon as we are capable of it, alright? Life's almost great, or rather, life's really great, already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, &amp; it's our first time taking Holy Communion, &amp; I had this funny little fuzzy feeling. Which feels great, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's almost all for now, &amp; I really should get my arse onto mugging already, if I'm not wrong, 2 more weeks to Mids, kudos?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all I really wanna do right now, is to soak in the sun with my lovely Eclipse, accompanied with a cup of chilled coffee, or some fancy little mocktail would be just fine, too. Geez. Not forgetting those hunky lifeguards, ooh. But I don't think S'pore's lifeguard can get anywhere near the definition of hunky, oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2herJBgscQ8/R_idYXKwidI/AAAAAAAAArc/w4Vm_L2dfaw/s1600-h/colour+pencils.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2herJBgscQ8/R_idYXKwidI/AAAAAAAAArc/w4Vm_L2dfaw/s200/colour+pencils.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186068012778686930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Happy we'll be, beyond the sea."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901380-4505856051185285435?l=vinedresser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/feeds/4505856051185285435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901380&amp;postID=4505856051185285435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/4505856051185285435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/4505856051185285435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/2008/04/goodbye-sailing.html' title='Goodbye, sailing.'/><author><name>ended.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15688734847947946423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2herJBgscQ8/R_idYXKwidI/AAAAAAAAArc/w4Vm_L2dfaw/s72-c/colour+pencils.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901380.post-8996776789619279387</id><published>2008-04-05T21:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T22:26:44.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello once again, I'm back, aft much indulgence with Eclipse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like how Edward behaves, I like how Edward loves Bella, well, I like Edward, definitely. He's beautiful yet dangerous, aww, how sweet is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that's really besides the point, and sidetracking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, was kinda like a studying day, but I ended up in town with Jam &amp; were like walking arnd, aimlessly &amp; doing stuff that were almost ridiculous to 'cool kids', like hanging around in kino for god knows how long. But before all this 'walking around' thing began, we were at Coffeebean, studying, &amp; well, reading, yet again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senseless chatters, but great for the mind and soul, yknw, girls, typical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, well, headed home, pretty early, for a friday night I mean. Spent my time, reading Eclipse, &amp; srsly, sometimes I really need to tear myself away from it, it's taking up so much of my time, &amp; also so much of my mind space, constantly thinking of Edward, which is kinda, weird, since he really doesn't exist, geez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thr's this 120th Founder's Day Countdown thing in school, whr we had to report to school at 645am, yeh, the timing is ridiculous. Then, some canvas painting, &amp; interacting games with the jnrs from FMPS. Finally, forming the human badge, &amp; stuff like tht. Ended, headed to Queens with Eunice, BYJE, DeeYu, Seedy, Jeremy, Trev &amp; YiPong. Splitted up, leaving Eunice, BYJE &amp; I.  Went over to AnchorPoint for Phat Thai, holy macaroni! I can't believe the taste, I simply adore it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, whatever. Hahaha. &amp; we were like forcing BYJE to finish her food, cos srsly, she always can't finish her food. Hahaha, &amp; I was feeding her, how's tht sounding? Hahahaha! &amp; we were totally talking all the shiz &amp; rubbish, threatening BYJE too :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed to Queens, to get the stuff, &amp; spent time thr, talking, walking, as usual I guess? &amp; kinda, thinking of some silly things we used to do last year. Girls really do stuff like that, whenever it's like girls day out, huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home, &amp; caught winks, I can't stay awake. I'm much too tired, &amp; the bed seemed really inviting today, so I guess, I gave in, &amp; slept :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss alot of things, especially after today. &amp; I'm starting to wonder, was it really that, or was it just a safe habor, that I needed in order to shut those thoughts away, because, these two things really do have uncanny resemblance, god knows why. I do feel a need to voice out the complexity of it all, but I'm too far away from doing that, anytime soon, I guess. &amp; I thought I could handle, since years back, I always thought I was clear-headed. But, I guess, it never seemed to be tht way, I always fail to know what I really want, need &amp; feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess? (:&lt;br /&gt;&amp; this post, seems really lng, haven't had this word-length for long, geez.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901380-8996776789619279387?l=vinedresser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/feeds/8996776789619279387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901380&amp;postID=8996776789619279387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/8996776789619279387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/8996776789619279387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/2008/04/hello-once-again-im-back-aft-much.html' title=''/><author><name>ended.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15688734847947946423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901380.post-4727297125727515494</id><published>2008-04-03T21:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T15:03:15.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went out with Eunice, BYJE, &amp; DeeYu to Queens, to collect class jersey. &amp; I'm glad tday ever existed, yknw (: &amp; sometimes, some humans are really too complex for us to actually understand every single thoughts that are running through them, aye? In anycase, we're just happy like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I'm gonna go for tuition with DeeYu, aft like 4 years of no tuition! I'm actually looking frward to it, how's that sounding like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2herJBgscQ8/R_TZDHKwicI/AAAAAAAAArU/7zeMmZosuQI/s1600-h/ba%3B%3B.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2herJBgscQ8/R_TZDHKwicI/AAAAAAAAArU/7zeMmZosuQI/s200/ba%3B%3B.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185007718497290690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"So the lion fell in love with the lamb."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901380-4727297125727515494?l=vinedresser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/feeds/4727297125727515494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901380&amp;postID=4727297125727515494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/4727297125727515494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/4727297125727515494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/2008/04/went-out-with-eunice-byje-deeyu-to.html' title=''/><author><name>ended.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15688734847947946423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2herJBgscQ8/R_TZDHKwicI/AAAAAAAAArU/7zeMmZosuQI/s72-c/ba%3B%3B.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901380.post-534592851113254920</id><published>2008-04-02T21:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T21:25:54.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay for the fact that LY asked me to aim for AC, I'm gonna aim for AC, tgt with her. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901380-534592851113254920?l=vinedresser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/feeds/534592851113254920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901380&amp;postID=534592851113254920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/534592851113254920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/534592851113254920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/2008/04/okay-for-fact-that-ly-asked-me-to-aim.html' title=''/><author><name>ended.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15688734847947946423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901380.post-8385948231395008975</id><published>2008-04-02T20:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T21:44:01.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Banana chocolate at Holland, &amp; I managed to walk back home, all the way. Gasp, yes gasp! &amp; it took quite fast, surprisingly, given the fact tht I'm a total klutz at gym stuff, oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much happened, talks &amp; fun I guess! Had studying-talking break ytd, at Coffeebean, yet again, with LY &amp; Jam. It's times like this tht I'll miss incredibly once this whole damn thing ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rmbed I had a great time talking to Ivyna last Thurs, about life &amp; crap. Serious, yet crappy, see the irony thr? Hahahaha! It's just pretty nolstalgic, I guess. Well, 10 years down the road, we're gonna sit at the exact same point, thinking back. &amp; oh, our packbacking, &amp; living tgt plans! I'm seriously, serious about it! &amp; Ondeh Ondeh incident, gee. Hahahaha, talked till 7 plus, &amp; we didn't realise, oooh. How times flies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was a complete chillax(adapted from LY) day. WE SHOULDNT HAVE RAN AWAY AT STARBUCKS OKAY. &amp; all the stewpid non smokers flowers, seriously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat, was great? Sun, beach, with LY &amp; Jam! Omgggggg, &amp; yes, the sun was being a real bitch tht day, I swear. Wished I had got tanner, but it's okay, I'll try harder. Geeeeeeeez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; sometimes, I really do thank God for letting LY &amp; I start talking again, plus Jam. I really can't bear the pain if I lose anyone of them right now, I love them, really. Somehow, the chatterings, are just simply quality time spent tgt. &amp; I'll always be the one by you, no matter what decisions are made. Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I don't feel like coming online, or anything elses, I'm rather much stuck in my world tht has been perfectly sculptured by Stephenie Meyer, &amp; I'm rather much happy with my aft-sch hangouts, fun. &amp; okay, I'm seriously gonna start studying alrd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of applying for UWCSea, gonna wait for Mid-yrs results, then decide from thr, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gee, I'm torn for choice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901380-8385948231395008975?l=vinedresser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/feeds/8385948231395008975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901380&amp;postID=8385948231395008975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/8385948231395008975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/8385948231395008975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/2008/04/banana-chocolate-at-holland-i-managed.html' title=''/><author><name>ended.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15688734847947946423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901380.post-556143030632488556</id><published>2008-03-29T12:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T12:54:31.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've been much of a non-online person for this whole week, just chilling out. Nothing much, just hanging out aft school, lunches, talks &amp; fun. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; yes, anyone who is relatively close to me, should know what's my new craze. Twilight, aye. &amp; Edward Cullen(Omg, Atiqah!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finished Twilight within 2 days, &amp; I'm really proud of tht, mind you! Now currently on New Moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Forbidden to forget, terrified to remember; it is a hard line to walk."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901380-556143030632488556?l=vinedresser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/feeds/556143030632488556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901380&amp;postID=556143030632488556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/556143030632488556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/556143030632488556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/2008/03/ive-been-much-of-non-online-person-for.html' title=''/><author><name>ended.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15688734847947946423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901380.post-2544758005697090063</id><published>2008-03-29T12:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T15:03:15.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello, the pain is kinda, unbearable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now as I return home, I get the idea that she is no longer gonna be thr, with those Bambi eyes, looking at me. She would not longer be thr making noises at nice. There would no longer be any running wheel noises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pain is indeed unbearable, and probably everyone thinks I'm a nutcase, for feeling like this over what, merely a hamster. But to me, it's more than just a hamster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even had the feeling of something you're so attached to, so used to, it surpasses the value of just a pet? &amp; when it just goes, you're left there, trying to compose yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's better for her to just, rest in peace, rather than all those, pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least she had a strong fight, (: &amp; I'll keep her, there, in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2herJBgscQ8/R-3FDXKwibI/AAAAAAAAArM/2tMLrFsS0fg/s1600-h/CIMG0240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2herJBgscQ8/R-3FDXKwibI/AAAAAAAAArM/2tMLrFsS0fg/s200/CIMG0240.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183015407722727858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Hello."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901380-2544758005697090063?l=vinedresser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/feeds/2544758005697090063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901380&amp;postID=2544758005697090063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/2544758005697090063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/2544758005697090063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/2008/03/hello-pain-is-kinda-unbearable.html' title=''/><author><name>ended.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15688734847947946423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2herJBgscQ8/R-3FDXKwibI/AAAAAAAAArM/2tMLrFsS0fg/s72-c/CIMG0240.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901380.post-5603900292794874653</id><published>2008-03-24T21:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T21:36:33.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've finally went back to dance! Oh yes, I'm so missing my dance lessons already, tmrw tmrw! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; oh yes, My One Day Old Love(omg!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901380-5603900292794874653?l=vinedresser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/feeds/5603900292794874653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901380&amp;postID=5603900292794874653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/5603900292794874653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/5603900292794874653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/2008/03/ive-finally-went-back-to-dance-oh-yes.html' title=''/><author><name>ended.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15688734847947946423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901380.post-1873739446023301648</id><published>2008-03-23T21:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T15:03:15.523+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Corrinne May - Free.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I stumbled across the letters that I wrote for my folks when I was younger. I didn't expect myself to write tht, but I guess those are heartfelt words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; now, it's not tht I'm not happy or whatsoever. I'm not emo or goth or what's not. It's just that, life's little misc stuff that gets you stuck there. &amp; maybe that's one reason why I'd rather much be a guy, at least I wouldn't be bothered about little things, which in fact, does torment your mental health despite the fact that it is actually, as minute as a single cell bacteria. &amp; for the fact that they can live life without thinking much, which to some are simply termed klutzhead, is indeed ignorance bliss. Or would I rather say, they don't see the things girls do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, the fact that this year, it's the 16th year. For years, you've been wandering on in life, having plain fun, and this year, you're slapped hard on your face with trials and tribulations. Sweet 16, ain't it sweet? With all the  whole 'time's running out, Os are coming my dear, study!' bullshiz, and also the spiritual leap, how sweet can 16 get? Certainly, it does have it's own sweet part, the friends, the fun, and the way you get to handle things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; it's not tht studying is not in my league, I just can't tame myself down to study. &amp; I'm not blaming anyone but my very ownself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spiritually, this year, it has to increase. For all the pressure that is coming our way, we do need the spiritual support. &amp; being 16 means getting confirmation. Well yes, confirmation. It isn't a struggle for me to decide whether I wanna get confirmed, but the struggle is, whether am I able to keep the faith going. Whether I have the discipline to move my arse to do my devotions and read the bible, everyday, which is the most basic fundamental any Christian should have. Whether do I have the discipline to go to church despite feeling really tired. I don't wanna be someone who just gets confirmed for the sake of doing it, and having no difference in my relationship with God thereafter. I want to be drawn closer to Him, and I very much do think life would be so much easier, and better, and greater, and positive. Whatsoever that happens, alas, I do have a pillar strength for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm asking myself, is this faith that I acquire today gonna be stronger than usual? I want it to, badly. &amp; I need it to sustain on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2herJBgscQ8/R-ZfBXKwiZI/AAAAAAAAAq8/73yl-YQ1HFs/s1600-h/little+girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2herJBgscQ8/R-ZfBXKwiZI/AAAAAAAAAq8/73yl-YQ1HFs/s200/little+girl.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180932898339981714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Will living free be a chore one day?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901380-1873739446023301648?l=vinedresser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/feeds/1873739446023301648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901380&amp;postID=1873739446023301648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/1873739446023301648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/1873739446023301648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-stumbled-across-letters-that-i-wrote.html' title=''/><author><name>ended.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15688734847947946423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2herJBgscQ8/R-ZfBXKwiZI/AAAAAAAAAq8/73yl-YQ1HFs/s72-c/little+girl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901380.post-3167641404533986779</id><published>2008-03-22T19:56:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T20:07:21.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've made up my mind, I'll wait till it heals before I buy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today, spent quality time back home, baking, watching teevee, cooking, &amp; well, everything tht's worth the fun! Time really flies, still rmb back then I was just a lil juvenile, not tht I'm an adult now, but just, age is getting on, aww!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love times like these. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without any apparent reasons, I kinda remembered what we once had in our hands, and in times like these, I would marvel. It's surprisingly fun, how our paths once crossed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901380-3167641404533986779?l=vinedresser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/feeds/3167641404533986779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901380&amp;postID=3167641404533986779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/3167641404533986779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/3167641404533986779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/2008/03/ive-made-up-my-mind-ill-wait-till-it.html' title=''/><author><name>ended.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15688734847947946423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901380.post-8512859524570505051</id><published>2008-03-21T20:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T20:56:13.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, the last time I bloged. Urgh, don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahah! I can vaguely remember everything that happened. Wed! Went to lunch with Dee, Trev, Matt S, Jeremy! Dee left early aft Frolick! Omg, Matt, Jeremy, Trev &amp; I totally laughed till we died. Jeremy, you're really a shizhead tht is so hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, lunch lunch w Jumsy, well, conclusion is: (inserts our conclusion) But well, I love you :D Then church at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, church, yes church. Then tomb sweeping &amp; gramp's hse. Alright, `mma go indulge in all my snackz :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I really do wonder, why's everyone living a routine life, but yet not tired of it. Whilst I'm really tired of mine, I don't wanna live a routine life, &amp; conform to the majority. Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; holy shiz, I wanna buyyyyyy it man, LY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901380-8512859524570505051?l=vinedresser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/feeds/8512859524570505051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901380&amp;postID=8512859524570505051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/8512859524570505051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/8512859524570505051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/2008/03/okay-last-time-i-bloged.html' title=''/><author><name>ended.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15688734847947946423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901380.post-5680617614521042865</id><published>2008-03-19T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T21:11:07.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'll blog soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901380-5680617614521042865?l=vinedresser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/feeds/5680617614521042865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901380&amp;postID=5680617614521042865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/5680617614521042865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/5680617614521042865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/2008/03/ill-blog-soon.html' title=''/><author><name>ended.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15688734847947946423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901380.post-3607951049749311302</id><published>2008-03-16T21:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T15:03:15.927+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Franz Ferdinand - Well That Was Easy.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, Wendy, our dirty lil secret, let's compile in when we're graduating, okay! We'll keep it, love. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone finds out wht we were doing, tht's it, Wendy, we've gotta transfer school, very well. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm starting to love the boxers from D&amp;G, ah yes Li Yan, you managed to psycho me into liking them. Hahahaha, `mma gonna waste money on it, again. Doofus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2herJBgscQ8/R90kkggkhbI/AAAAAAAAAq0/dgGS6CM4pu8/s1600-h/stockings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2herJBgscQ8/R90kkggkhbI/AAAAAAAAAq0/dgGS6CM4pu8/s200/stockings.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178335356166374834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Human hypocrisy, spare me, release me."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901380-3607951049749311302?l=vinedresser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/feeds/3607951049749311302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901380&amp;postID=3607951049749311302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/3607951049749311302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/3607951049749311302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/2008/03/okay-wendy-our-dirty-lil-secret-lets.html' title=''/><author><name>ended.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15688734847947946423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2herJBgscQ8/R90kkggkhbI/AAAAAAAAAq0/dgGS6CM4pu8/s72-c/stockings.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901380.post-638082876394012793</id><published>2008-03-16T14:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T15:03:16.103+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Enrique - Rythem Divine.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>That night, I spent tons of hours laughing at our hideous past on Planet CRuSH Sec 1 Forum! Hahaha, Jumsy &amp; I had the best laugh-out ever okay. I swear. Hahahaha! Gee, I would never never type like tht, again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha, scares the crap outta moiiz. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, well, went out with mumsie the next day! :D Planned to go for lunch at My Secret Garden, but we got thr late, they closed ): Hence, had TCC! Omg, Asuki Frenzy was lovely to drink! Ti-Rum-Misu, was too Rummy? Hahaha! Then headed to Haji Lane with mumsie! Wanted to get my pair of Keds, but it was sold out! ): Got a dresssss, omgz, yes I love Haji.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday outing with sisterrrrr! :D Honestly, I thought I would be stopped at the entrance for the movie, but :D Holy shiz, I got through. Hahaha! They didn't even bother. Smart arsewipes. Then, walked arnd, had Mr. Obanyaki's redbeanfish! :D Kino's awesome, but but. Muji was so much bettttarz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love their tops, pens &amp; foooood. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'mma gonna go checkout dancing lessons timing tmrw, stop procrastinating! &amp; okay, hello, 'm supposed to be studying now. Drats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confirmation next week, I need to draw closer to You, closer than ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2herJBgscQ8/R9zHUggkhaI/AAAAAAAAAqs/RnB-v96nuZc/s1600-h/coke.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2herJBgscQ8/R9zHUggkhaI/AAAAAAAAAqs/RnB-v96nuZc/s200/coke.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178232826707084706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"All I need is the love in your eyes."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901380-638082876394012793?l=vinedresser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/feeds/638082876394012793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901380&amp;postID=638082876394012793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/638082876394012793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/638082876394012793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/2008/03/that-night-i-spent-tons-of-hours.html' title=''/><author><name>ended.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15688734847947946423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2herJBgscQ8/R9zHUggkhaI/AAAAAAAAAqs/RnB-v96nuZc/s72-c/coke.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901380.post-8773207329496456799</id><published>2008-03-15T22:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T22:40:20.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lemme say smth about tday before I rush off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)Evangelion, good!&lt;br /&gt;2)Red Bean Fish, awesome!&lt;br /&gt;3)Kinokuniya's Jap mag, I wanna own it(omg, Kamenashi Kazuya)!&lt;br /&gt;4)Muji's on sale, what's more to say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, &amp; I don't know whter is this good or bad, but, I met Wendy. HAHAHAHAR, LOVE YOUR BANGS MAN WOMAN! &amp; well, I guess we're fated, since we said, let fate decide whther we can meet or not. Oh geez. So cheeesy :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901380-8773207329496456799?l=vinedresser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/feeds/8773207329496456799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901380&amp;postID=8773207329496456799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/8773207329496456799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/8773207329496456799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/2008/03/lemme-say-smth-about-tday-before-i-rush.html' title=''/><author><name>ended.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15688734847947946423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901380.post-2066770685399790226</id><published>2008-03-14T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T21:18:40.528+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LL Cool J Feat. J.Lo - Control Myself.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, tday's good, last night's good. Details, soon. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901380-2066770685399790226?l=vinedresser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/feeds/2066770685399790226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901380&amp;postID=2066770685399790226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/2066770685399790226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/2066770685399790226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/2008/03/okay-tdays-good-last-nights-good.html' title=''/><author><name>ended.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15688734847947946423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901380.post-8964204715866261817</id><published>2008-03-13T17:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T15:03:16.290+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PCD - Buttons.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I love how banana chocolate makes me hairpee. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to get Viewty, but but, thr isn't any Viewty stock. So mumsy is getting it now, at PS. &amp; no, it's not for me, it's for my sis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder wht are those kids doing in Media Camp? It's raining cats &amp; dogs, good luck to treasure hunt in ECP(Which I think they wouldn't be able to carry out). Okay, I'm supposed to be thr, but. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think I'm going over to Love's house to stay tnight! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missssssss dance lessons, okay I should REALLY go check it out again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tmrw's outing with Mumsy! I love outings with her, it just makes my day! :D Sometimes, I really do miss quality time out with my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm still very craving for banana chocolate, &amp; Frolick! Stand-up joint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2herJBgscQ8/R9j6fQgkhZI/AAAAAAAAAqk/NXBfKINc2_4/s1600-h/choc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2herJBgscQ8/R9j6fQgkhZI/AAAAAAAAAqk/NXBfKINc2_4/s200/choc.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177163186576852370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Small talks, censored!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901380-8964204715866261817?l=vinedresser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/feeds/8964204715866261817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901380&amp;postID=8964204715866261817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/8964204715866261817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901380/posts/default/8964204715866261817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinedresser.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-love-how-banana-chocolate-makes-me.html' title=''/><author><name>ended.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15688734847947946423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2herJBgscQ8/R9j6fQgkhZI/AAAAAAAAAqk/NXBfKINc2_4/s72-c/choc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
