<?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-1388290126153277446</id><updated>2011-07-08T07:56:38.099+08:00</updated><category term='stalker (dark clouds)'/><category term='in a three (sunny)'/><category term='teddies (rainy)'/><category term='shoo (rather sunny)'/><category term='out somewhere (drizzle)'/><category term='friendship? (dark clouds)'/><title type='text'>BEATRICE</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beeeatrice.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388290126153277446/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeeatrice.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>BEATRICE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00741538172281803614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>51</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1388290126153277446.post-3534707034647043948</id><published>2009-08-21T22:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T22:32:43.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Beatrice is not posting le.&lt;br /&gt;Why Why Why ?&lt;br /&gt;I also dono la.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeahh. I forgot her exam's are coming.&lt;br /&gt;Good Luck Bea.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Nothing much to post.&lt;br /&gt;This post is just to keep her blog alive la.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing le.&lt;br /&gt;ByeBye.&lt;br /&gt;Continue to Tag ohhs.&lt;br /&gt;Don't go away just like that.&lt;br /&gt;Must be good people- Tag ma !&lt;br /&gt;Okay, same for myself.&lt;br /&gt;Bye peeps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1388290126153277446-3534707034647043948?l=beeeatrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beeeatrice.blogspot.com/feeds/3534707034647043948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beeeatrice.blogspot.com/2009/08/beatrice-is-not-posting-le.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388290126153277446/posts/default/3534707034647043948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388290126153277446/posts/default/3534707034647043948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeeatrice.blogspot.com/2009/08/beatrice-is-not-posting-le.html' title=''/><author><name>BEATRICE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00741538172281803614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1388290126153277446.post-3369520052473307736</id><published>2009-08-14T17:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T17:37:27.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'>why?</title><content type='html'>i fell sick again, for the second time of the year. first, i had fever, cough, sore throat. recovered, and now, i have stomach upset and i'm vomiting. wondering whether it's food poisoning or not. during fnn lesson, really cannot stand the pain, i even curled up on the floor at the computer lab. and it really pains me till my tears came out. so, ms chua, michelle and jueyi brought me to general office, and so, i took a cab home. reached home, alone, i just lay down on the sofa, and i vomited! talked to bearbear on the phone, halfway through, stomach pain, and i said i'll call her back, but i didnt, cause i fell asleep. first time in the year i took afternoon nap for 1+pm till 4+pm. i woke up and realised that i nv on the fan and open the window, and i was perspiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;my brother sat beside me on the sofa, i just used my bear to poke him softly only, and i got a scolding, saying that i sick big-f? he so fierce for what? scold me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;see, this is life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1388290126153277446-3369520052473307736?l=beeeatrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beeeatrice.blogspot.com/feeds/3369520052473307736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beeeatrice.blogspot.com/2009/08/why.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388290126153277446/posts/default/3369520052473307736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388290126153277446/posts/default/3369520052473307736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeeatrice.blogspot.com/2009/08/why.html' title='why?'/><author><name>BEATRICE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00741538172281803614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1388290126153277446.post-2584395964530691225</id><published>2009-08-13T18:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T19:03:15.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>l i f e</title><content type='html'>tiring. that's today. argh, i got english to do? really? michelle told me that i need to do english compre, but i dont have the questions. -.- lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victim, cheerup!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1388290126153277446-2584395964530691225?l=beeeatrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beeeatrice.blogspot.com/feeds/2584395964530691225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beeeatrice.blogspot.com/2009/08/l-i-f-e.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388290126153277446/posts/default/2584395964530691225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388290126153277446/posts/default/2584395964530691225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeeatrice.blogspot.com/2009/08/l-i-f-e.html' title='l i f e'/><author><name>BEATRICE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00741538172281803614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1388290126153277446.post-9076753290573534346</id><published>2009-08-13T18:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T18:17:49.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quarrel please stop</title><content type='html'>Quarrels &amp;amp; Quarrels Fights &amp;amp; Fights&lt;br /&gt;DOn't too happy first cus i'm not Beatrice&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; once again i'm Ah Lim !&lt;br /&gt;I did'nt quarrel nor fight with beatrice&lt;br /&gt;but my class is like broken into ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bloggin about my story because i don't know what to blog about. Black Or White, what do you choose ? I hate to be in the middle, but it is really too bad - i'm in grey. I dono who to help cus both are in trouble. I should have concentrate on studies and not this quarrel among my classmate.. But both of them are my friend, i don't know how to help them. Everyday they will at least scold each other with ''F'' word or wad &amp;amp; wad( sure got bad word at least once). I don't know what exactly happen, but the both of them also wish that i will help them. ( they did'nt say but actions tell) I am SO STUCK in between of them &amp;amp; i don't wish that it will carry on because it do no good in both parties. Haiz, Quarrels &amp;amp; Fights why must liddat. One in school- Friends help, another one outside - Gangsters help. Ahh, i'm scared la. Cannot afford to offend the both of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiyah, u all can don't read the top de&lt;br /&gt;cus i only type out nia.&lt;br /&gt;I really got nothing to type.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; thr is nothign much also.&lt;br /&gt;Sayonara'''s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rmb to tag horh.&lt;br /&gt;SPAMMM&lt;br /&gt;SPAMMMM&lt;br /&gt;SPAMMMMM&lt;br /&gt;DONE =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1388290126153277446-9076753290573534346?l=beeeatrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beeeatrice.blogspot.com/feeds/9076753290573534346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beeeatrice.blogspot.com/2009/08/quarrel-please-stop.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388290126153277446/posts/default/9076753290573534346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388290126153277446/posts/default/9076753290573534346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeeatrice.blogspot.com/2009/08/quarrel-please-stop.html' title='Quarrel please stop'/><author><name>BEATRICE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00741538172281803614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1388290126153277446.post-5830584757529478311</id><published>2009-08-12T18:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T19:07:51.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ONCE AGAIN</title><content type='html'>HELLO THR.&lt;br /&gt;I'm back here in this blog&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; i have a Bad news that is&lt;br /&gt;I am not Beatrice.&lt;br /&gt;Not really that bad ba.&lt;br /&gt;No need cry kayys?&lt;br /&gt;=.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Firstly i'm here to help Ah Bea to post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&amp;amp; I'm the spammer VICTIM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I don't really agree that i'm a Victim &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;so i shall change my nickname to &lt;u&gt;AhLim&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeahh.&lt;br /&gt;I have nothin much =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;COLOURFUL &amp;amp; ILOVEYOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Figure it out ourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Hmms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I REALLY DON'T HAVE MUCH THINGS TO POST.&lt;br /&gt;So you can don't bother to read my following post&lt;br /&gt;because it's nothing really much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beatrice dono for wad reason so long nvr post. I know my posting method and hers is SUPER DEE DUPER DIFFRENT. But i won't try to make mine look similar to her, cos i'm not a cat neither a dog. =D (Copycat/dog) Hmms, although Beatrice isn't posting nowdays but i believe she would still like all of her friends to tag la. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HER BLOG IS &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;NOT DEAD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. The tag you all should give her should not be just a ''TAG'' you all should ask question or maybe STUPID questions than she may answer you, so this will be a chance for her to post. HAHA, i know i'm lame &amp;amp; i always am. xD I don't really have much for today &amp;amp; tmr cus this is her blog,&lt;br /&gt;i won't blog my stories on her blog because i'm not that IDIot? Sorry for using that ''i'' word, Beatrice said before she find scolding bad words on blog stupid. But i don't know is what i say counted? IDK. because i'm not Beatrice. Simple as ABC. Remember to Tag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAG&lt;br /&gt;TAG&lt;br /&gt;TAG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEATRICE BLOG WILL STAY FOREVER ACTIVE &amp;amp; LIVELY?&lt;br /&gt;IF MY GRAMMER OR WHAT MISTAKE PLEASE FORGIVE ME&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE I DON'T LIKE ENGLISH &amp;amp; MY ENGLISH IS ''boo'' .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1388290126153277446-5830584757529478311?l=beeeatrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beeeatrice.blogspot.com/feeds/5830584757529478311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beeeatrice.blogspot.com/2009/08/once-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388290126153277446/posts/default/5830584757529478311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388290126153277446/posts/default/5830584757529478311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeeatrice.blogspot.com/2009/08/once-again.html' title='ONCE AGAIN'/><author><name>BEATRICE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00741538172281803614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1388290126153277446.post-6259508378282005082</id><published>2009-08-03T20:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T21:01:18.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this is life. life is like -.-</title><content type='html'>yaye. now weekhim owe me so many tags larr. anyways, i find life boring again, everyday do the same thing. school, home, homework, tv, sleep. but i know that's what everyone will go through, but isnt that really boring. anyways, tmr having test&lt;u&gt;s&lt;/u&gt; again. A maths and geography. then i've just finished the english project's ppt. all thanks to bearbear and michelle for their help! kay lar. i go watch fa zheng xian feng 2 alr. :x ( i should be stuying now right? ;\ )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1388290126153277446-6259508378282005082?l=beeeatrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beeeatrice.blogspot.com/feeds/6259508378282005082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beeeatrice.blogspot.com/2009/08/yaye.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388290126153277446/posts/default/6259508378282005082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388290126153277446/posts/default/6259508378282005082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeeatrice.blogspot.com/2009/08/yaye.html' title='this is life. life is like -.-'/><author><name>BEATRICE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00741538172281803614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1388290126153277446.post-6662213700355229637</id><published>2009-07-30T19:22:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T19:29:47.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the fact? ohh, too bad.</title><content type='html'>well, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ahlim&lt;/span&gt;, your wish.&lt;br /&gt;i blogged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;irritated and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sianed&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; got a private blog that does not invites any single one to that blog. and this goes for everyone. well, too much things &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; got, to complain to myself. better than stuffing it inside my heart, about evil things and evil flowers. well, don't ask me for the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;blogspot&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;thank you&lt;/span&gt;, except for 1-2 person whom i really really trust if &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;necessary&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;ihateyou, that's for sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1388290126153277446-6662213700355229637?l=beeeatrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beeeatrice.blogspot.com/feeds/6662213700355229637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beeeatrice.blogspot.com/2009/07/well-ahlim-your-wish.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388290126153277446/posts/default/6662213700355229637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388290126153277446/posts/default/6662213700355229637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeeatrice.blogspot.com/2009/07/well-ahlim-your-wish.html' title='the fact? ohh, too bad.'/><author><name>BEATRICE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00741538172281803614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1388290126153277446.post-1340870440310189653</id><published>2009-07-30T16:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T16:46:57.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I AM&lt;u&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/u&gt;BEATRICE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;After my first sentence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you all very sad ler uh?&lt;br /&gt;Cause this is Not Beatrice Post?&lt;br /&gt;Butbut, don't worry&lt;br /&gt;Beatrice is still fine okay.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, i say until kind of Beatrice ____...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I am Beatrice Cousin&lt;br /&gt;ehhs, don't want say my name la.&lt;br /&gt;But i'm Ah-Lim-z.&lt;br /&gt;Visit my blog at&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;s&gt;Ah-Limz.blogspot.com&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, i'm not here to Advertise my blog la&lt;br /&gt;So nvm. Make it in the smallest font.&lt;br /&gt;Like that you all cannot see already rite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, shall stop my Lame-ii-ness.&lt;br /&gt;Beatrice is so terrible, horrible &amp;amp; BLEBLEBLE LA.&lt;br /&gt;Not talking bad about her okay? =[&lt;br /&gt;It's a REMARK. Ermm, actuallly no.&lt;br /&gt;It nothing la.&lt;br /&gt;Type For Fun.&lt;br /&gt;Haha, you all &lt;em&gt;ZHONG JI&lt;/em&gt; ler ! (Diaozzz)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the owner &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;''BEATRICE &lt;s&gt;ENG AI LIN&lt;/s&gt;''&lt;/span&gt; - AhBea(Bee)&lt;br /&gt;is addicted to BLOGSHOP &amp;amp; she say she donwan blog already.&lt;br /&gt;But i think she will come back to blog Someday. . .&lt;br /&gt;Must think arh.&lt;br /&gt;Think about when she will come back to blogging.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, i'm &lt;s&gt;abit&lt;/s&gt; SUPER siao,&lt;br /&gt;don't copy me horhs,&lt;br /&gt;scared u willl end up in HOSPITAL&lt;br /&gt;+ a Mental in front.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, My post like quite long horhs.&lt;br /&gt;Will end here den.&lt;br /&gt;oh yeahhs.&lt;br /&gt;RMB TO TAG HORH.&lt;br /&gt;Not Beatrice fan den be my fan la.&lt;br /&gt;I'm crazy, don't mind me kay?&lt;br /&gt;Okay okay.&lt;br /&gt;It's for true,&lt;br /&gt;I'M OFF.&lt;br /&gt;BYEBYE ALL UNKNOWN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1388290126153277446-1340870440310189653?l=beeeatrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beeeatrice.blogspot.com/feeds/1340870440310189653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beeeatrice.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-am-not-beatrice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388290126153277446/posts/default/1340870440310189653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388290126153277446/posts/default/1340870440310189653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeeatrice.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-am-not-beatrice.html' title=''/><author><name>BEATRICE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00741538172281803614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1388290126153277446.post-8943579485663390495</id><published>2009-07-24T15:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T16:09:12.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;life is really really boring, i don't know how to spend the rest of my life just like that. at times, my life would be really fun and definately i would enjoy it, but at times, i really feel tired, sick and tired, and sometimes i felt that there's nothing on earth worth while for me to live for. during the days when i was sick, i thought of not living anymore. i did not attend school the last 2 fridays, and it's been like i've not attended school for many days. only till today, i find life less boring, if there are things that i don't know, i rather choose not to know. many many things, people say i tend to think too much whenever something big happens to me or my loved ones. but i cannot control, i can't take it anymore. i really, choose not to know. so life would not be so tough. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;Anyway, today morning, dad drove me to school cause it was raining. reached school at 7.10, slacked around. bored. chmistry, also slacked around. bored. chinese, slacked around. bored. recess, walked around, normal. english, ruch around to complete that recount. tired. blahblahblah, walked to yuhua village with jasmine, jueyi, zara. bought my capsule, jueyi and zara thought i'm meant medicine when i said capsule. and then, the capsule i actually meant was little miss and mr men's keychain thing. i got little miss sunshine and mr small, for my brother, and is still lacking of the limit edition, mr strong and little miss naughty. back to school, cca cancelled, go home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tired !  &lt;(O_=")&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1388290126153277446-8943579485663390495?l=beeeatrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beeeatrice.blogspot.com/feeds/8943579485663390495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beeeatrice.blogspot.com/2009/07/life-is-really-really-boring-i-dont.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388290126153277446/posts/default/8943579485663390495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388290126153277446/posts/default/8943579485663390495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeeatrice.blogspot.com/2009/07/life-is-really-really-boring-i-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>BEATRICE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00741538172281803614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1388290126153277446.post-6297650804781350690</id><published>2009-07-22T14:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T14:33:03.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"face it, accept it, forget it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;-unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i finally got my songs in order! i find the new place to get the codes for so long after i've created my playlist. i've insert 2korean songs by snsd and a love and sexy magic english song. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school ended at 1pm today. in morning, had chinese test, and it's the first time i finish the paper before bell rang. i read readers' digest and they said there will be a solar eclipse today, morning, 8.44am-945am. it's raining, and i only felt a little little little bit of darkness by chance. maybe, i dont think sg really experience it. &lt;s&gt;played&lt;/s&gt;slacked around during pe, took height and weight, and i actually gone shorter and lose weight! i wonder how mr phua measure one. &lt;(O_O;)&gt; . i'm currently 1.62m and 50.4kg. and last time measured was 1.63m and 54kg. i shrink in size hur. i'm now waiting for my bearbear(jasmine ng) and sinlee to come over to my hse. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1388290126153277446-6297650804781350690?l=beeeatrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beeeatrice.blogspot.com/feeds/6297650804781350690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beeeatrice.blogspot.com/2009/07/face-it-accept-it-forget-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388290126153277446/posts/default/6297650804781350690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388290126153277446/posts/default/6297650804781350690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeeatrice.blogspot.com/2009/07/face-it-accept-it-forget-it.html' title=''/><author><name>BEATRICE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00741538172281803614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1388290126153277446.post-707906984147475326</id><published>2009-07-21T18:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T18:50:23.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>randomly made</title><content type='html'>i'm so tired! school lasted from 7.30am till 5.15pm, and i'm so tired! it's been long since i school-ed till 5. today's racial harmony day, and i know if u were to ask me to wear costumes i really would say no, partly also because the costumes really cannot fit me. too tight huh. anyway, forget it, dont wear dont wear loh. tmr is the day, i finally can go home earlier, at 2pm. school's boring, if i could get O lvl cert easily and can go to some poly or what, hmm. i wish i'm in poly now, really really. sick and tired of school, suddenly. anyway, my aim is just to get cert, with 18pts and below, and prove that idiotic women wrong. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;look down on me? bad bad bad. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1388290126153277446-707906984147475326?l=beeeatrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beeeatrice.blogspot.com/feeds/707906984147475326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beeeatrice.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-so-tired-school-lasted-from-7.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388290126153277446/posts/default/707906984147475326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388290126153277446/posts/default/707906984147475326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeeatrice.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-so-tired-school-lasted-from-7.html' title='randomly made'/><author><name>BEATRICE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00741538172281803614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1388290126153277446.post-6991651187526452681</id><published>2009-07-17T15:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T15:35:32.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>beatrice is sick.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'M BEATRICE ! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;it's been long since i last blogged. i was sick. really really sick. i was sick since friday, 10july. it's been 7days which is 1 week. and i haven't recover. friday, i had fever of 38.6deg till sun, fever gone, and cough, sore throat, vomiting, headaches came. and now, i'm still recovering. anyway, thanks to those who cheered me up when i was sick, supported me, helped me and cared for me. i'm really happy to have such good friends, thanks for your concern. (: During those days when i was sick, i really felt miserable. i felt cold easily, had dizzy spells, feel like fainting and i even thought of not living anymore. i don't know what gave me those thoughts, but well, i'm a weak person. i needed help. my mum really supported me through my sick days. and yesterday, i felt numbness through my whole body, i was about to fall at any time. ms sunarti asked me to go home and rest, and i skipped chemistry test. anyway, i know i'm gonna fail it. i got so sick that i even lose my chemistry chemical formulae eqns paper. all almost lose my handphone pouch. i've not been blogging and i've been keeping too many things ... sorrows ... sadness ... in my heart, i've even wrote it in my diary now. i started writing in a diary. well, thanks to weekhim who has been always blogging at my blog, making it a lively and spamm-ful blog. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1388290126153277446-6991651187526452681?l=beeeatrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beeeatrice.blogspot.com/feeds/6991651187526452681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beeeatrice.blogspot.com/2009/07/beatrice-is-sick.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388290126153277446/posts/default/6991651187526452681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388290126153277446/posts/default/6991651187526452681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeeatrice.blogspot.com/2009/07/beatrice-is-sick.html' title='beatrice is sick.'/><author><name>BEATRICE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00741538172281803614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1388290126153277446.post-2858645904900860411</id><published>2009-07-16T20:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T20:10:46.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spam Post</title><content type='html'>This blog like Going to enter the coffin.&lt;br /&gt;Must not happen Kayss&lt;br /&gt;So arh, u all arh,&lt;br /&gt;MUST TAG !!!&lt;br /&gt;TAG&lt;br /&gt;TAG&lt;br /&gt;TAG&lt;br /&gt;TAG&lt;br /&gt;UNDERSTAND?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;TAG&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1388290126153277446-2858645904900860411?l=beeeatrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beeeatrice.blogspot.com/feeds/2858645904900860411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beeeatrice.blogspot.com/2009/07/spam-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388290126153277446/posts/default/2858645904900860411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388290126153277446/posts/default/2858645904900860411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeeatrice.blogspot.com/2009/07/spam-post.html' title='Spam Post'/><author><name>BEATRICE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00741538172281803614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1388290126153277446.post-6750935902359796230</id><published>2009-07-16T20:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T20:08:05.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HIE DA JIA HAO&lt;br /&gt;(everybody good?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello Hello.&lt;br /&gt;I don't have much to say,&lt;br /&gt;so i started wif &lt;u&gt;weird words.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read the top underlined.&lt;br /&gt;Rymes? Actually not really uhs.&lt;br /&gt;It is &lt;b&gt;HARD TO PRONOUCE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peepo's today Beatrice did'nt call me.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; i also nvr call.&lt;br /&gt;I dono why luh?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; On this saturday,&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to go wif Beatrice&lt;br /&gt;to the WAD farm arhh?&lt;br /&gt;I forgot ler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i also want to go&lt;br /&gt;swimming wif my brother.&lt;br /&gt;What shd i do?&lt;br /&gt;Simple larh,&lt;br /&gt;tell beatrice larhh.&lt;br /&gt;I abit ZiBi lerr,&lt;br /&gt;Siao ain't i ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ERMM.&lt;br /&gt;EHHH.&lt;br /&gt;Actually nothing much already.&lt;br /&gt;Tmr i'm having Home Econ,&lt;br /&gt;i want it to be fun luh !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh byebye.&lt;br /&gt;I nothing to type liao ler.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; MUST TAG ARH !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;MUST &lt;u&gt;TAG HORH&lt;/u&gt; !!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1388290126153277446-6750935902359796230?l=beeeatrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beeeatrice.blogspot.com/feeds/6750935902359796230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beeeatrice.blogspot.com/2009/07/hie-da-jia-hao-everybody-good-hello.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388290126153277446/posts/default/6750935902359796230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388290126153277446/posts/default/6750935902359796230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeeatrice.blogspot.com/2009/07/hie-da-jia-hao-everybody-good-hello.html' title=''/><author><name>BEATRICE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00741538172281803614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1388290126153277446.post-9153211620539397356</id><published>2009-07-15T17:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T17:08:49.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No PPL</title><content type='html'>Aiyo Ppl.&lt;br /&gt;U all come here must tag mar.&lt;br /&gt;U all know huh,&lt;br /&gt;Beatrice got ask me one leh.&lt;br /&gt;Ask me got ppl tag anot.&lt;br /&gt;Den no one tag,&lt;br /&gt;only me...&lt;br /&gt;U all must oso tag this&lt;br /&gt;KUE NENG KO girl okay !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i got alot alot alot of Homework.&lt;br /&gt;Chinese, Geography &amp;amp; Maths.&lt;br /&gt;It's so tiring !!!&lt;br /&gt;I not yet started,&lt;br /&gt;cus busy MSN-ing.&lt;br /&gt;This is my story huh,&lt;br /&gt;not Beatrice one hoorh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U all got 1 VERY BIG JOB to do lehh.&lt;br /&gt;U all must Tag Beatrice.&lt;br /&gt;Spam oso can. =D&lt;br /&gt;Cus Beatrice very tired,&lt;br /&gt;her blog tag-box no fren tag.&lt;br /&gt;Surely very sian de,&lt;br /&gt;cannot say Thank You.&lt;br /&gt;U ALL HUH,&lt;br /&gt;MUST TAG HORH.&lt;br /&gt;Those who tag&lt;br /&gt;reward will be a Thank You.&lt;br /&gt;ThankYou not very easy to say de okay ?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1388290126153277446-9153211620539397356?l=beeeatrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beeeatrice.blogspot.com/feeds/9153211620539397356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beeeatrice.blogspot.com/2009/07/no-ppl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388290126153277446/posts/default/9153211620539397356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388290126153277446/posts/default/9153211620539397356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeeatrice.blogspot.com/2009/07/no-ppl.html' title='No PPL'/><author><name>BEATRICE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00741538172281803614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1388290126153277446.post-1979758564937608036</id><published>2009-07-13T15:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T16:02:21.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'>???</title><content type='html'>Hello, i'm back in this blog again.&lt;br /&gt;HoHoHoHo's !&lt;br /&gt;Beatrice Eng Ai Lin&lt;br /&gt;donno whether if her&lt;br /&gt;computer is 'CAN USE'&lt;br /&gt;or 'CANNOT USE'&lt;br /&gt;But den her brother&lt;br /&gt;say cannot.&lt;br /&gt;So she say shd be 'cannot'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah ha ha ha ha ha,&lt;br /&gt;Ah bea stomach pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LOL LOL LOL !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ehh nothing much,&lt;br /&gt;BYEBYE ..&lt;br /&gt;YAR I RMB,&lt;br /&gt;she love to eat&lt;br /&gt;Kue Neng Ko !&lt;br /&gt;Byebye,&lt;br /&gt;u all must tag this&lt;br /&gt;Kue Neng Ko's Girl blog ah.&lt;br /&gt;BYEbYE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1388290126153277446-1979758564937608036?l=beeeatrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beeeatrice.blogspot.com/feeds/1979758564937608036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beeeatrice.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388290126153277446/posts/default/1979758564937608036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388290126153277446/posts/default/1979758564937608036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeeatrice.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html' title='???'/><author><name>BEATRICE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00741538172281803614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1388290126153277446.post-924811578805411828</id><published>2009-07-11T15:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T16:03:48.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick !!!</title><content type='html'>Hello Everyone.&lt;br /&gt;I'm here to help Beatrice post.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; of course,&lt;br /&gt;i'm her COUSIN (buttock)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, Beatrice Computer HuaiDiao (Spoiled)&lt;br /&gt;and i nvr lend her my Laptop&lt;br /&gt;because my desktop also spoil...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, Beatrice is SICK.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... Fever? Sore Throat ? and dono wad.&lt;br /&gt;I don't dare go near her. PAPA !(scared)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the readers uh,&lt;br /&gt;u all must carry on tagging her orhs.&lt;br /&gt;Ltr she get well liao,&lt;br /&gt;den computer okay liao&lt;br /&gt;but den Blog Dead...&lt;br /&gt;Den if she sick again,&lt;br /&gt;i wei ni men shi wen...&lt;br /&gt;JKJK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ehhs.&lt;br /&gt;U all must carry on tagging uhhs.&lt;br /&gt;Don't care wad thing luh.&lt;br /&gt;I will try to help her update her bloggie.&lt;br /&gt;Must not die.&lt;br /&gt;Coma oso cannot.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; the BEST is Spam her tag-box !!!&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind because&lt;br /&gt;this not my blog.&lt;br /&gt;I very bad rite?&lt;br /&gt;But liddat she will HAPPY HAPPY MAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUST SPAM HORHS !!!&lt;br /&gt;SIPAMSI&lt;br /&gt;SIPAMSI&lt;br /&gt;SIPAMSI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite long already larh,&lt;br /&gt;shd be all.&lt;br /&gt;Byebye.&lt;br /&gt;MUST SPAM ARHH !&lt;br /&gt;DON SPAM OSO NVM.&lt;br /&gt;TAG =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GET WELL SOON BEATRICE EAL !!!&lt;br /&gt;SHEN TI JIAN KANG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;XUE YE JING BU&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; lastly,&lt;br /&gt;im naggy so&lt;br /&gt;MUST TAG HUH !!!&lt;br /&gt;SPAM OSO CAN.&lt;br /&gt;SHE WILL LOVE IT !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byebye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GET WELL SOON GERL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1388290126153277446-924811578805411828?l=beeeatrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beeeatrice.blogspot.com/feeds/924811578805411828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beeeatrice.blogspot.com/2009/07/sick.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388290126153277446/posts/default/924811578805411828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388290126153277446/posts/default/924811578805411828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeeatrice.blogspot.com/2009/07/sick.html' title='Sick !!!'/><author><name>BEATRICE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00741538172281803614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1388290126153277446.post-4101084792180411919</id><published>2009-07-02T16:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T16:13:07.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'>school, day 4.</title><content type='html'>i had 4periods of maths cum a maths today. and i find it a headache to get all those formulaes and everything inside my head. wao, tired. i get tired very easily, maybe because of the holidays, makes me fat. eat and eat only. now that school's reopened, a bit not used to it. there's chemistry lesson tmr, and then i hvnt do that concept map thing. and i think i better go and do, soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;joyce says my blog's like liquid paper =.o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;know what's that mean? too white ah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;you also lah, liquid paper!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;lol, super drama lah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1388290126153277446-4101084792180411919?l=beeeatrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beeeatrice.blogspot.com/feeds/4101084792180411919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beeeatrice.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-had-4periods-of-maths-cum-maths-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388290126153277446/posts/default/4101084792180411919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388290126153277446/posts/default/4101084792180411919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeeatrice.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-had-4periods-of-maths-cum-maths-today.html' title='school, day 4.'/><author><name>BEATRICE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00741538172281803614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1388290126153277446.post-1908500716114552593</id><published>2009-07-01T17:08:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T16:13:42.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>school, day 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353765005805897138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MvG3CRHzk0s/Skxk6EX6RbI/AAAAAAAAAUw/Tn1j1FPvEG8/s200/Image0074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353764996837199058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MvG3CRHzk0s/Skxk5i9mzNI/AAAAAAAAAUo/gkn6CaJQBjE/s200/Image0035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353764976459109826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MvG3CRHzk0s/Skxk4XDF1cI/AAAAAAAAAUY/wnyZEXVhpXc/s200/20062009_002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353764984539511442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MvG3CRHzk0s/Skxk41Jm-pI/AAAAAAAAAUg/PZjwk1FwG34/s200/Image0132.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MvG3CRHzk0s/Sks-QrdEhxI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/hL7Vurfc0lk/s1600-h/Image0134.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353441038323451666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MvG3CRHzk0s/Sks-QrdEhxI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/hL7Vurfc0lk/s200/Image0134.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's just the third day since school reopen, the pathetic-ally today. there's loads of homework for me to do. i'm tired. and the internet connection is like, gone haywired. although there's still connection in and out. i just changed skin again and again, cause the previous skin got error. idiotic, make me spend like 1hr on editing that skin, in the end, there's error. school's tiring, i want the holidays again. anyway, yes, schooling again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;fine, i go study alr, if not later i cannot finish on time.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1388290126153277446-1908500716114552593?l=beeeatrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beeeatrice.blogspot.com/feeds/1908500716114552593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beeeatrice.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-just-third-day-since-school-reopen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388290126153277446/posts/default/1908500716114552593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388290126153277446/posts/default/1908500716114552593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeeatrice.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-just-third-day-since-school-reopen.html' title='school, day 3'/><author><name>BEATRICE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00741538172281803614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_MvG3CRHzk0s/Skxk6EX6RbI/AAAAAAAAAUw/Tn1j1FPvEG8/s72-c/Image0074.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1388290126153277446.post-1662364233971896281</id><published>2009-06-29T15:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T17:51:31.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i wonder</title><content type='html'>i don't know whether the relationship between the both of us has worsened, but one thing for sure, i didn't meant that way. but why is it like you have to spite me? or is it just my thoughts that make me feel that way? i don't know, u yourself said that if there's anything that anyone did wrong to you, they must say it out. but why is it that you don't? maybe we've been together for many days especially during the holidays. that's why more disputes occur. sometimes i'm angry with you isn't because you're irritating or what, it's just that i'm tired, i'm tired of you doing all those things, it makes me really tired. i did tell you before. but i don't think you cared, and you just carried on doing things which makes me really feel tired. sometimes i really wonder, how people could actually mantain their realationship between friends, cousins, parents. by obeying? i don't know. i'm still wondering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;`&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;school's reopened. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;h1n1 =.o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i wonder. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1388290126153277446-1662364233971896281?l=beeeatrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beeeatrice.blogspot.com/feeds/1662364233971896281/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1388290126153277446.post-7224818962994701561</id><published>2009-06-25T11:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T17:52:06.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shopping trip</title><content type='html'>i can't login to blogger the past few days,so i wasn't able to blog.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, later weekhim will be coming over to my house. then later in the night we'll be going to grandaunt's house to stay, then out to orchard tmr. last week, saturday, doron korkor treated our family to meritus mandrin hotel for dinner. the chicken rice that cost $24SGD per serving. i think it's the most expensive chicken rice i've ever eaten. after that, went to takashimaya and wisma atria to walkwalk. bought 2 mango tanktop and 2 small (idk what). then sunday, went to weekhim's house to stay.&lt;br /&gt;wednesday, which was yesterday, my mum was on leave, weekhim's mother also on leave, so we met out at boon lay and went to jurong point. nothing much, except, i saw a spectacle i really want. but the price, i really dont want. so my mum say she will bring me to its other outlet and buy, the price will definately be cheaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;i want my duo.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1388290126153277446-7224818962994701561?l=beeeatrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beeeatrice.blogspot.com/feeds/7224818962994701561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beeeatrice.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-cant-login-to-blogger-past-few-daysso.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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didn't even step out of house since yesterday. as usual, staying at home doing the pile of homework. and i'm proud to say that, i've completed my maths and A maths homework. everything. yes, everything. i started doing those since last week's monday. i'm glad i started early. then now, i'm left with chemistry and physics. great. although there's still quite a handfull of maths problems that i don't even know how to start with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;`&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;weekhim ah. u bought lapixiaoxin biscuit to share it with me? so good of you larhh. i like lapixiaoxin too! i want lapixiaoxin shows de discs ley. i must go get some. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1388290126153277446-1209370929585902166?l=beeeatrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1388290126153277446.post-4761623206452432906</id><published>2009-06-18T11:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T17:53:05.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'>out at orchard</title><content type='html'>i went out to orchard with lim and grandaunty yesterday. i bought a pink swiss water bottle, it cost me a bomb larh. and then grandaunty got me a banana bear. had lunch at Jack's place, i ate chicken cutlet, which was full of fats, ... ! lookseelooksee awhile more till 7plus, and then send lim home then back home with grandaunty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;i know my blog is getting more and more sian, cause of (no pictures) , yesyes, i know. again, it's because of my handphone's plastic. hmm, so next time then i clear that plastic thing, then i'll post pictures. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div 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orchard'/><author><name>BEATRICE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00741538172281803614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1388290126153277446.post-7565835578557871869</id><published>2009-06-15T16:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T17:53:47.458+08:00</updated><title type='text'>many many many things t talk about ~</title><content type='html'>i was unable to blog the past few days cause i wasn't at home and was out somewhere playing and things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRIDAY&lt;br /&gt;at about 11 in the morning, grandaunty came to fetch me out for some shopping at bugis. on the way there, we went to fetch weekhim. met her, took train to bugis. reach bugis at around 2pm, shopped around at BHG till 3 plus, grandaunty bought me and weekhim each a myuk purse. then granaunty treat us lunch at swensens, shared hawaiian pizza, fish and chip and soup. after eating, continued shopping around at BHG, bought handphone string and then to OG at somewhere quite far away cause we were some sort of wandering around. grandaunty bought everlast flats for weekhim. and then we walked back to bugis street. saw lots of ahbengs and ahlians. bought nothing. soon , it was 8pm. had dinner at noodle house, the noodles was quite delicious. haha. no pictures cause my handphone's sticker cannot be taken out at this moment. after having dinner, went to iluma, i guess it's a newly opened shopping mall which is just beside bugis street. it's sells a variety of food and hmm, maybe some fashion shops. at around 9plus then left the place. satisfied and tired.&lt;br /&gt;On saturday, went to labrador park for picnic with cousins and family, and glendon's usual sentence was whether the waters are deep. stupid question right! after that, went to jurong west, they had durian feast, i was an extra there, cause i don't like durians. or rather, don't eat durians. halfway thru, kenny korkor stomach ache, doron korkor drove us home, his driving skills is still as usual, fast and furious. haha. kenny korkor get well soon.&lt;br /&gt;sunday, which was yesterday, went to plaza sing with weekhim, mummy, ahyi and grandaunty. went to yunnam, until now, i still don't like yunnam, but my mum keep forcing me to go, cause she say my hair is so so so dry. and the yunnam herb smell so yucky. after that, went to giordano, bought a tee same as weekhim, so cute larh! we can be twins*. okay, wednesday when we go orchard i will wear the same tee as you lah! but not the same pants and shoes, cause later people will thought we are freaks or something right?&lt;br /&gt;today, woke up at 9.30am, dad's on leave, went for breakfast at block 208 coffeeshop, after that , kenny korkor drove dad and i to pandan gardens for car servicing. it took 3hours plus for the car to be serviced ! oh my god. my precious time ~ ;x , at least, i bought some newspaper to read and managed to spend the time wisely. hmm, what else, now i'm at home, studying, watching tv, ok. my brother is using his camera again, taking pictures of lame stuffs. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1388290126153277446-7565835578557871869?l=beeeatrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beeeatrice.blogspot.com/feeds/7565835578557871869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beeeatrice.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-was-unable-to-blog-past-few-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388290126153277446/posts/default/7565835578557871869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388290126153277446/posts/default/7565835578557871869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeeatrice.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-was-unable-to-blog-past-few-days.html' title='many many many things t talk about ~'/><author><name>BEATRICE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00741538172281803614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1388290126153277446.post-4987889551861295602</id><published>2009-06-12T09:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T17:53:57.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>imm !</title><content type='html'>dad drove mum and i to imm yesterday, then we went shopping around, for some shirts and things, but i'm not able to buy any. cause mum ask me to save money and also, no appopriate size. anyway, i just need to buy 1 more slipper, and a 1 zip purse. i guess, that's all for the great singapore sale that i'm spending money on? then after shopping for clothes, mum and i went to giant, saw aloysious, shock dao, continued walking to get my stuffs. paid and then went to bukit timah for super late lunch. then home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoops, grandauntie called me and told me she's on leave today, so she's bringing me out for some shopping i guess, yaye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1388290126153277446-4987889551861295602?l=beeeatrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beeeatrice.blogspot.com/feeds/4987889551861295602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beeeatrice.blogspot.com/2009/06/dad-drove-mum-and-i-to-imm-yesterday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link 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weeks, cause that will mean that i can go for some shopping spree! though i know she's not going to buy me any more things after she have bought me a new handphone and a converse shoe. i asked for a new spectacles. i want thin red framed spectales , hmmm. i wished, i could work as a tuition teacher and have pay, like$100 per month? i don't mind. but i'm not gonna cope with that, seriously. nevermind, i'll wait till my present spects spoil, then my mum will be left with no excuses to buy one for me! haha. yesterday, dad drove family and i to clementi for claypot rice. much of it is (chaoda) , and salty too. cancerous. anyway, i guess today will be a boring day, stay at home, do holiday homework, watch korkor play left4dead and then slack? idk ... , i was so silly that i even went to draw a cute facial emotion on a stone, cute ! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;weekhim, i got a bad news for you. be prepared. hmm.  o.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>BEATRICE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00741538172281803614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1388290126153277446.post-7924243941229224356</id><published>2009-06-08T15:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T15:51:28.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went to weekhim's house yesterdat at around 5plus. slacked and played around till 7. then after that , went to a restaurant called gillman something so as to celebrate ahgu's birthday. it was kind of a feast. though there isnt any shark's fin or something. but it's still fine. anyway, we shouldn't be consuming any shark's fin right? cruelty. my mum foot the bill, cost at around $140. then granaunt bought swensens icecream birthday cake cost @ $40 per cake. weekhim, glendon and I sat on the swing and ate the cake. and then that weekhim's father came as an extra. swing us in such a terrible way ah. the cake almost flew. and my flats almost flew out too. oh by the way. my flats did flew out, but dd not hit kheng ann. i did it on purpose (?) , i don't know also. after that, went for a walk at labrador park. people's fishing, high tide and things, and lizards too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;can anyone just tell me what exercises we need to do in that blue assessment book? it seems that everyone is outside and hmm, or don't know what i'm talking about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1388290126153277446-7924243941229224356?l=beeeatrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beeeatrice.blogspot.com/feeds/7924243941229224356/comments/default' 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beach to find clarine. and she was soaked w water. play and walked around till 6plus. then weekhim and i went back first, sry for our ealier dissmisal, anyway. our mother waited for us at vivo and we went to food republic for bak kut teh. then shoped around and finally at around 10, headed home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, woke up at 7, took bus to school for the chemistry lesson at science centre. saw michelle and jueyi at the bus stop and so, we sat there and waited for zara and joyce. both of them are late. girl ah, haiyo. and, too. we reach science centre later by a bit. the activities are quite fine. then at around 12, my brother came to fetch me home. luckily i needn't take train/bus. if not i sure don't know how to go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reach home, rest awhile. then cause my mum was on leave today, she brought my brother and i to pray at a temple nearby my house. then after praying, my mum brought me to westmall to buy a handphone, i can say that i'm not really a handphone freak but, i still need a phone with particular functions. bought Nokia 6600 slide, cost around $238 w the 2year plan. shop around, saw converse having sales, then i bought another school shoes, cost $29.90. quite worth buying. hmmm. once again, i hate beetles! i just killed one. dead on my computer table. i beat the beetle, and the juice came out. and my mum was like, " huh! , eee. " . i know i'm evil lah! , but cannot help it mah, beetle loves to trick and disturb people, like me ! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow weekhim should be going to zoo, idw go. not in the mood to look at animals.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1388290126153277446-8968281139462330014?l=beeeatrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beeeatrice.blogspot.com/feeds/8968281139462330014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beeeatrice.blogspot.com/2009/06/see-see-see-see-see-see-see-see-see-see.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388290126153277446/posts/default/8968281139462330014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388290126153277446/posts/default/8968281139462330014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeeatrice.blogspot.com/2009/06/see-see-see-see-see-see-see-see-see-see.html' title='hmmm,'/><author><name>BEATRICE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00741538172281803614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1388290126153277446.post-7590593895474629256</id><published>2009-06-02T13:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T13:58:28.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'>anyhow</title><content type='html'>well, the last time i actually blog was like so long ago right? and now i suddenly felt like i had to do so again. i spend for quite a long number of hours to edit and complete this stupid but worth it skin, i'm so satisfied with myself! hees :D . goose, it's the holidays again. i have to choice but to agrre with sinlee that holidays are kind of boring. who knows, school may be much more boring? hmm, i don't know. anyway, what did i do the last weekends? i forgot ! i'll have to recap a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh, Oh. Saturaday morning, i went to school with daddy and mummy to collect my report book. ms sunarti kept saying that i'm a good girl in school with no problems. but i felt that i have lots of problems! as in, family problems. just that my parents don't really get to notice it. i passed all my subjects, but got a c6 for english, c5 for chinese and c5 for combined science. and that, i obviously got naggings from my dad. he's more nagg-ier(?) than my mum. maybe, my mum don't really care much, pass is okay for her? k, then after that, dad drove me to health promotion board, cause i got an appointment to check my backbone. and i hate that freaking doctor, so idiotic. anyhow only.&lt;br /&gt;And on sunday afternoon, went to plaza sing to shop with my cousin and grand aunt. we even took pretty neo-prints. and my grand auntie was like, so happy. cause she had never tried taking neo-prints before, and she was kind of praising the neo-print machine and kept looking at the cute pictures. hees. after that, we took bus to suntec mall and went to the book fair. it was crowded. we had to walk like, round and rounds before knowing how to get from one place to the other. tired legs, i pity my legs. ;x then pizza hut for dinner and then dad drove us home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today? ... rot at home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1388290126153277446-7590593895474629256?l=beeeatrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beeeatrice.blogspot.com/feeds/7590593895474629256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beeeatrice.blogspot.com/2009/06/well-last-time-i-actually-blog-was-like.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388290126153277446/posts/default/7590593895474629256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388290126153277446/posts/default/7590593895474629256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeeatrice.blogspot.com/2009/06/well-last-time-i-actually-blog-was-like.html' title='anyhow'/><author><name>BEATRICE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00741538172281803614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1388290126153277446.post-1081304001561209005</id><published>2009-05-26T17:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T14:06:01.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>outdated pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MvG3CRHzk0s/SiTBD-bY_pI/AAAAAAAAAUI/YW6sXkXZLqQ/s1600-h/Image020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342607332009901714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MvG3CRHzk0s/SiTBD-bY_pI/AAAAAAAAAUI/YW6sXkXZLqQ/s200/Image020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342607323238801058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MvG3CRHzk0s/SiTBDdwMnqI/AAAAAAAAAUA/wFKF719vLlQ/s200/Image025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342607321127335538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MvG3CRHzk0s/SiTBDV4yNnI/AAAAAAAAAT4/NshkrrQKeAI/s200/19052009391.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342607316951383298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MvG3CRHzk0s/SiTBDGVKPQI/AAAAAAAAATw/Wi4HBlZ_F5A/s200/02062009447.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;BOO !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1388290126153277446-1081304001561209005?l=beeeatrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beeeatrice.blogspot.com/feeds/1081304001561209005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beeeatrice.blogspot.com/2009/05/idk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388290126153277446/posts/default/1081304001561209005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388290126153277446/posts/default/1081304001561209005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeeatrice.blogspot.com/2009/05/idk.html' title='outdated pictures'/><author><name>BEATRICE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00741538172281803614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_MvG3CRHzk0s/SiTBD-bY_pI/AAAAAAAAAUI/YW6sXkXZLqQ/s72-c/Image020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1388290126153277446.post-7522914503680834846</id><published>2009-05-15T16:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T22:20:05.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'>now i know why</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;now i know why ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;yay! i finally have time to blog. now i fianlly know why mr soh told us that time is just not enough. laughs. i finally found the song i heard on the radio! yaye? today, there's geography and chinese paper 2. geography, idk how to draw floodplains. and the rest of them, i basically wrote what i just memorised before the exam. it's so oh my god lah, i study those that did not come out! stupid me lah. and as for chinese, i really read every single thing-y. then i just did, lah. but then multiple choice already got some mistake. &amp;amp; now i'm left with 4 papers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;hmmm ... then after school, went to westmall's burger king with suriani to study. actually, it was study cum shop. hahas. study a little, got bored. packed up. shop ! &amp;amp; the suriani ah, so drama! laughs. we visted shops after shops. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#33ff33;"&gt;i saw lots of care bears. &amp;amp; i want one ! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;childish? -.- no! cute. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1388290126153277446-7522914503680834846?l=beeeatrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beeeatrice.blogspot.com/feeds/7522914503680834846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beeeatrice.blogspot.com/2009/05/now-i-know-why-yay-i-finally-have-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388290126153277446/posts/default/7522914503680834846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388290126153277446/posts/default/7522914503680834846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeeatrice.blogspot.com/2009/05/now-i-know-why-yay-i-finally-have-time.html' title='now i know why'/><author><name>BEATRICE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00741538172281803614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1388290126153277446.post-2755572526185487686</id><published>2009-05-08T14:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T22:20:28.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>exams! grrr.</title><content type='html'>yehyeh. yesterday's english paper 1 and 2, today's social studies and chinese paper 1. i hope nothing went wrong? Yupp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoops, again. freaking yesterday. i just had to understand the social studies notes about healthcare &amp;amp; northern ireland and just what(!) it into my head. i almost gone crazy over it. cause i thought that it was rather stupid to try and memorize the whole thing. But in the end, i don't want to study about healthcare already. healthcare got a lot to read and understand manzx! so i just focus on northern ireland. butbut, i still managed to get the info all in my head. haha. i spend the whole day reading that, for SEQ, no time for SBQs. so i will not score in it, right? anyway, today would be just like any other fridays. rushing to complete the tuition homework for tommorow again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&amp;amp; my daddy so cute laa. put my bear, frog and rilakkuma on the edge of the sofa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;take clip &amp;amp; clip my bear's ear somemore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1388290126153277446-2755572526185487686?l=beeeatrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beeeatrice.blogspot.com/feeds/2755572526185487686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beeeatrice.blogspot.com/2009/05/yehyeh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388290126153277446/posts/default/2755572526185487686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388290126153277446/posts/default/2755572526185487686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeeatrice.blogspot.com/2009/05/yehyeh.html' title='exams! grrr.'/><author><name>BEATRICE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00741538172281803614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1388290126153277446.post-5703009438889727558</id><published>2009-05-06T17:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T22:20:58.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>around the corner</title><content type='html'>hello, tommorow's english paper 1 and 2. yet, i'm blogging you know ! anyway, suriani, sry, i hvnt been to ur blog lately, cus i dont have the time yet, anyway, i'll visit ur blog asap yeh. hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm feeling really terrible now, cus i've actually thought there was little revision left, but i actually found out today that there's a whole lot of social studies notes to memorize or rather, understand. And the freaking yesterday, big auntie was here. I forgot to bring "that" and i was running all around asking almost everyone for "it" anyway, thanks to her. &lt;3  style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;tmr english tmr english tmr english ! &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;what to do?! haiyoos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; sinlee &amp;amp; bearbear . your joke, really is funny lah!&lt;br /&gt;3 wishes ah ... haha !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1388290126153277446-5703009438889727558?l=beeeatrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beeeatrice.blogspot.com/feeds/5703009438889727558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beeeatrice.blogspot.com/2009/05/hello-tommorows-english-paper-1-and-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388290126153277446/posts/default/5703009438889727558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388290126153277446/posts/default/5703009438889727558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeeatrice.blogspot.com/2009/05/hello-tommorows-english-paper-1-and-2.html' title='around the corner'/><author><name>BEATRICE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00741538172281803614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1388290126153277446.post-7272289198092120414</id><published>2009-05-03T16:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T22:21:23.327+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy 13th birthday, ahma</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i kope these pictures from weiqin's blog! xdxd&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MvG3CRHzk0s/Sf1T33e1klI/AAAAAAAAATc/wB8DY4p4rP8/s1600-h/hide_%26_find_2%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331509753127735890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MvG3CRHzk0s/Sf1T33e1klI/AAAAAAAAATc/wB8DY4p4rP8/s200/hide_%26_find_2%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MvG3CRHzk0s/Sf1T3ruHMnI/AAAAAAAAATU/qize81Odf_k/s1600-h/Croweded%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331509749970580082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MvG3CRHzk0s/Sf1T3ruHMnI/AAAAAAAAATU/qize81Odf_k/s200/Croweded%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331509747195045394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MvG3CRHzk0s/Sf1T3hYX5hI/AAAAAAAAATM/Hp1ZV735IJw/s200/Cousins%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;sweet cake ! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MvG3CRHzk0s/Sf1T3UVYJ8I/AAAAAAAAATE/9zAk8UB_OTk/s1600-h/Bubbles_on_stick%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331509743692818370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MvG3CRHzk0s/Sf1T3UVYJ8I/AAAAAAAAATE/9zAk8UB_OTk/s200/Bubbles_on_stick%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MvG3CRHzk0s/Sf1T3SjdCjI/AAAAAAAAAS8/8Lam9C2fTQk/s1600-h/BLOWW%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331509743214987826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MvG3CRHzk0s/Sf1T3SjdCjI/AAAAAAAAAS8/8Lam9C2fTQk/s200/BLOWW%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1388290126153277446-7272289198092120414?l=beeeatrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beeeatrice.blogspot.com/feeds/7272289198092120414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beeeatrice.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-kope-these-pictures-from-weiqins-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388290126153277446/posts/default/7272289198092120414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388290126153277446/posts/default/7272289198092120414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeeatrice.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-kope-these-pictures-from-weiqins-blog.html' title='happy 13th birthday, ahma'/><author><name>BEATRICE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00741538172281803614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_MvG3CRHzk0s/Sf1T33e1klI/AAAAAAAAATc/wB8DY4p4rP8/s72-c/hide_%26_find_2%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1388290126153277446.post-4170572962100666498</id><published>2009-05-03T09:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T22:21:46.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>inconsiderate smokers</title><content type='html'>ever had people smoking at the void deck of your house when u're somehow trying to concentrate on doing your work? oh, i guess that for those people that's staying on the lower levels of hdbs. hmm. anyway, early in the morning that 2 china men smoke what smoke! sick and tired of smokers. and then after smoking, all they do is just to throw the ciggarate into the drain. pollution + littering! so inconsiderate laa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, went to weiqin's house to celebrate her birthday, it was kind of fun but a little lame. haha. and yesterday, i perspired more than anything ! ... 8 floor of her hse still got garden ah. such a special house! anyway, what's fun is gone and now got to study , again. happy birthday anyway. hope u'll see this, though its kind of rare that u'll read this(?) isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, midyear's coming. i hvnt started revising. goodluck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1388290126153277446-4170572962100666498?l=beeeatrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beeeatrice.blogspot.com/feeds/4170572962100666498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beeeatrice.blogspot.com/2009/05/ever-had-people-smoking-at-void-deck-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388290126153277446/posts/default/4170572962100666498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388290126153277446/posts/default/4170572962100666498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeeatrice.blogspot.com/2009/05/ever-had-people-smoking-at-void-deck-of.html' title='inconsiderate smokers'/><author><name>BEATRICE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00741538172281803614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1388290126153277446.post-8610378982908117181</id><published>2009-04-26T17:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T22:22:05.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'>practical</title><content type='html'>i just baked that stupig birthday cake for tuesday's fnn &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt;practical exam in the morning. then bake halfway, my brother suddenly called us and ask us to get ready cause he want to bring us to kia motors there to view/buy car. And indeed, my dad bought a car; cerato forte something something, so now, there's 2 cars in our household(?) heees. i havent finished the english project on environment ley! how?! and i dont feel like doing it alone like yesterday midnight again. nevermind, i shall do that later. and now, i shall just continue with my maths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1388290126153277446-8610378982908117181?l=beeeatrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beeeatrice.blogspot.com/feeds/8610378982908117181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beeeatrice.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-just-baked-that-stupig-birthday-cake.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;"Just because everything is different,doesn't mean anything has changed." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;-irene peter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;`&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;the weather these days are just too hot! 36°c perhaps? though it feels like 40°c to me. with this kind of temperature, i'll on the aircon for often for my sake. whoops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mid year exams are like, coming already?, and that means that i'm going to have tests after test and after tests. and the homework loads are just ... , anyway, i've yet to complete my tuition homework due tommorow and school homework due monday. argh (?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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changed?'/><author><name>BEATRICE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00741538172281803614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1388290126153277446.post-4859060163110176222</id><published>2009-04-21T20:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T22:22:50.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cats, out of my sight please.</title><content type='html'>a freaking cat just appeared at my doorstep's shoe rack. then when the cat saw me, it was like it's its house and i'm entering their teritory like that. okay, just forget about this, my house is just full of insects and animals(in the neighbourhood) alr(?) anyway, when sinlee and bearbear left my house. there's another two cats moew-ing at the ground floor. irritating lah! bukit batok is so infested with cats. and the two cats were kind of playing hide and seek with each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm having dinner, they meow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm watching tv, they meow &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm bathing, they meow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; now, they're still meowing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;freaking cats. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1388290126153277446-4859060163110176222?l=beeeatrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beeeatrice.blogspot.com/feeds/4859060163110176222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beeeatrice.blogspot.com/2009/04/freaking-cat-just-appeared-at-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388290126153277446/posts/default/4859060163110176222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388290126153277446/posts/default/4859060163110176222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeeatrice.blogspot.com/2009/04/freaking-cat-just-appeared-at-my.html' title='cats, out of my sight please.'/><author><name>BEATRICE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00741538172281803614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1388290126153277446.post-7907385302820470191</id><published>2009-04-17T19:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T22:23:14.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bored</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MvG3CRHzk0s/SehiKDBfQuI/AAAAAAAAAS0/yGhm16tlAZA/s1600-h/beatriceloves.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325614484115374818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MvG3CRHzk0s/SehiKDBfQuI/AAAAAAAAAS0/yGhm16tlAZA/s200/beatriceloves.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MvG3CRHzk0s/SehiKBiJ5BI/AAAAAAAAASs/uMc-4bTmnmI/s1600-h/17042009250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325614483715515410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MvG3CRHzk0s/SehiKBiJ5BI/AAAAAAAAASs/uMc-4bTmnmI/s200/17042009250.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MvG3CRHzk0s/SehiJ3ZelvI/AAAAAAAAASk/2PCgWLHU-Uo/s1600-h/17042009231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325614480994768626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MvG3CRHzk0s/SehiJ3ZelvI/AAAAAAAAASk/2PCgWLHU-Uo/s200/17042009231.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MvG3CRHzk0s/SehiJ18uEYI/AAAAAAAAASc/kHaDvmr4tbk/s1600-h/17042009223.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325614480605712770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MvG3CRHzk0s/SehiJ18uEYI/AAAAAAAAASc/kHaDvmr4tbk/s200/17042009223.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; bored. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;school ... !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1388290126153277446-7907385302820470191?l=beeeatrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beeeatrice.blogspot.com/feeds/7907385302820470191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beeeatrice.blogspot.com/2009/04/bored.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388290126153277446/posts/default/7907385302820470191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388290126153277446/posts/default/7907385302820470191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeeatrice.blogspot.com/2009/04/bored.html' title='bored'/><author><name>BEATRICE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00741538172281803614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_MvG3CRHzk0s/SehiKDBfQuI/AAAAAAAAAS0/yGhm16tlAZA/s72-c/beatriceloves.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1388290126153277446.post-7371958794118435884</id><published>2009-04-16T15:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T22:23:44.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>in this belief?</title><content type='html'>do you believe in the dead coming back to find you after the day that their body have been cremated? well, i do.&lt;br /&gt;just last saturday, my dad receive a call saying that his uncle has passed away. and last tuesday, the body was cremated, so there's this huge moth which is around 2 palm size outside my house yesterday morning, then when i'm back from school, which is around 5. the moth was inside my house! how on earth did it get in?! it's on the floor with its injuired body, which is like, the wings are kind of torn. then i don't dare to get into the house! and i do not know what to do also, really. about 5minutes later, my brother came out from the lift, luckily! so he went into the house with me, trying very hard not to alarm the moth, in case of the powdery thing coming out of the moth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;`&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been worrying about my chemistry results the past few days, i so much so thought that i'll fail it, cause i already got the first one wrong. dis-heartened(?) but the result i got back today was totally different from what i actually thought. actually i'm supposed to get A1 for the test, but then, mrs wee marked wrongly! so i minus-ed one mark and got an A2. it's okay .. honesty than to be guilty, i told myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;`&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HNY! ~ lots of tests comming up. lots of stress comming up! soon, white hair also growing out! but well, i've got to fight for what i want(!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1388290126153277446-7371958794118435884?l=beeeatrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beeeatrice.blogspot.com/feeds/7371958794118435884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beeeatrice.blogspot.com/2009/04/do-you-believe-in-dead-coming-back-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MvG3CRHzk0s/SeMDFz7EUeI/AAAAAAAAAR8/iKDg4eEVCF0/s1600-h/12042009198.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324102582854242786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 141px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 188px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MvG3CRHzk0s/SeMDFz7EUeI/AAAAAAAAAR8/iKDg4eEVCF0/s200/12042009198.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324103253312398770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MvG3CRHzk0s/SeMDs1kv5bI/AAAAAAAAASU/hmSufeTh9dM/s200/12042009203.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MvG3CRHzk0s/SeMDFR3ggNI/AAAAAAAAARs/33eQuZgQ8Oc/s1600-h/12042009202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324102573712507090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MvG3CRHzk0s/SeMDFR3ggNI/AAAAAAAAARs/33eQuZgQ8Oc/s200/12042009202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324102586085933890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MvG3CRHzk0s/SeMDF_9kA0I/AAAAAAAAASE/RiOeioLuQlI/s200/03042009170.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Random pics, taken yesterday &amp;amp; before.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; had my napfa test, 5stations &amp;amp; i passed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1388290126153277446-6739638427234590236?l=beeeatrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beeeatrice.blogspot.com/feeds/6739638427234590236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beeeatrice.blogspot.com/2009/04/random-pics-taken-yesterday-before.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388290126153277446/posts/default/6739638427234590236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388290126153277446/posts/default/6739638427234590236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeeatrice.blogspot.com/2009/04/random-pics-taken-yesterday-before.html' title='science centre'/><author><name>BEATRICE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00741538172281803614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_MvG3CRHzk0s/SeMDFz7EUeI/AAAAAAAAAR8/iKDg4eEVCF0/s72-c/12042009198.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1388290126153277446.post-1309894096113287644</id><published>2009-04-11T14:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T22:24:38.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'>whoops. error.</title><content type='html'>POST DELETED&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1388290126153277446-1309894096113287644?l=beeeatrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1388290126153277446.post-2466605055379211809</id><published>2009-04-07T17:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T22:25:10.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rush</title><content type='html'>i just realised that my f&amp;amp;n coursework test is just like 1week's time away. and then mid year exams will be after that. i'm cooking for god's sake! i chosed f&amp;amp;n as a subj but i dont think i know how to cook that well. well, i just have to put in all my effort. to bake that chocolate cake, cocktail, salad and a main dish which is not decided yet. today, mr rajah told the whole school that it's kindness week, so we've to say thankyou to whoever and whatever, like the canteen vendors, but when i was buying my food during recess, i totally forgotten about this, then apple reminded me, then i shouted "OH! orh, " then i thanked the auntie , so those people was staring at me, gosh, so paiseh. now i'm influenced by apple, everytime when people do me a favour , i would like.. thank them, so it's a part and parcel of my life already? after school just now, i went to westmall library with michelle &amp;amp; serene to find some cookbooks, and we also got scolded by the librarian for blocking her way.. whoops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;`&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish me good luck, midyrexams, argh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1388290126153277446-2466605055379211809?l=beeeatrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beeeatrice.blogspot.com/feeds/2466605055379211809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beeeatrice.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-just-realised-that-my-f-coursework.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388290126153277446/posts/default/2466605055379211809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388290126153277446/posts/default/2466605055379211809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeeatrice.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-just-realised-that-my-f-coursework.html' title='rush'/><author><name>BEATRICE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00741538172281803614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1388290126153277446.post-3007782523757222699</id><published>2009-04-04T19:04:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T22:25:32.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>embrace</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321059723019353938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 148px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 115px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MvG3CRHzk0s/SdgzoDs0_1I/AAAAAAAAARk/KCW2EeU6Uzk/s200/Picture+039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Everywhere I'm looking now&lt;br /&gt;I'm surrounded by your embrace."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Beyonce - Halo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;`&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Who would like to sacrifice your sleep time cause of a cockroach? Or doing household chores when you're feeling tired and a little bit of bth-ness? Or running around the whole house just to get that cockroach dead? Or having stomach cramps and later having headaches for some reasons? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;`&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hello, i'm back. my dad was back yesterday and out again today. he went to malaysia to stay in his someone whom i don't know's house. when i'm back home after speech day ceremony, i intended to go back to sleep as i was really tired and was about to doze off at any point of time. so i went to open a lil bit of the window for some air ventilation. just then, an idiotic moronic huge cockroach crawled in! a huge cockroach for god's sake! why now! so i ran all the way to the kitchen shouting for my mum to get it out of my room. it was only around 10minutes later then my mum responded to my "broom that freakin cockroach"request. then during that 10minutes, the cockroach remained still, without moving, &lt;u&gt;at all&lt;/u&gt;. after there my "hero" mum appeared, haah. but she was equally afraid, perhaps(?) she said she had no choice, cause we're afraid of it. so she had to do the dirty job. when my mum tried to whack it, it flew. In MY direction, towards me. yes, it's &lt;strong&gt;me. &lt;/strong&gt;so of course, i ran. and all the way, screaming. then finally, i'm back with a newspaper to whack it. eventually it was dead, with my mum hitting it with the broom to it's death. cause of this, my mum and i had to wash all the blanket plus bedsheets and the floor! the floor was somehow stained with cockroach's intestines and it's waste. and i mopped the floor! beacause of this cockroach, it ruined my plan for today! i washed my bedsheet and blankets, and of course i got wet, from head to toe. and later i found out that i'm having my &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;menses&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;then i bathed and things, and out for dinner. when i was back. expected, there's a lizard lying around the living room. this time, the lizard was in a cup! and i swear to never ever use that cup! and now, i'm having a terrible headache for some sort of reason. perhaps today is just not my day! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;... just my luck!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1388290126153277446-3007782523757222699?l=beeeatrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beeeatrice.blogspot.com/feeds/3007782523757222699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beeeatrice.blogspot.com/2009/04/everywhere-im-looking-now-im-surrounded.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388290126153277446/posts/default/3007782523757222699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388290126153277446/posts/default/3007782523757222699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeeatrice.blogspot.com/2009/04/everywhere-im-looking-now-im-surrounded.html' title='embrace'/><author><name>BEATRICE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00741538172281803614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_MvG3CRHzk0s/SdgzoDs0_1I/AAAAAAAAARk/KCW2EeU6Uzk/s72-c/Picture+039.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1388290126153277446.post-6487500349567987823</id><published>2009-04-03T22:41:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T22:25:57.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;my brother just trimed my fringe a lil for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;i think i still look okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;anyway, my dad is back from Taiwan!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&amp;amp; he never buy souvenir give me!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1388290126153277446-6487500349567987823?l=beeeatrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beeeatrice.blogspot.com/feeds/6487500349567987823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beeeatrice.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-brother-just-trimed-my-fringe-lil.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388290126153277446/posts/default/6487500349567987823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388290126153277446/posts/default/6487500349567987823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeeatrice.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-brother-just-trimed-my-fringe-lil.html' title='random'/><author><name>BEATRICE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00741538172281803614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1388290126153277446.post-2412207292908314563</id><published>2009-04-02T16:46:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T22:26:28.146+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teddies (rainy)'/><title type='text'>bearbear! hughug.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320018221456747906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 144px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 191px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MvG3CRHzk0s/SdSAYsCI7YI/AAAAAAAAARc/FRTrfPGAEyI/s200/Image025.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;TEDDYS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Don't hug back&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;But sometimes&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;They're all you've&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;got...'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;`&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;i'm tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i actually thought that yesterday is a thursday and today's a friday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;so today's a thursday and tomorrow is a friday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and cause of speech day, i'll have to go to schoolon saturday. i feel like and dont feel like going, oh gosh, somebody is cursing me, i just sneezed. anyway, i shall go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;`&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;and let me just pray hard that i will not fall sick again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1388290126153277446-2412207292908314563?l=beeeatrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beeeatrice.blogspot.com/feeds/2412207292908314563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beeeatrice.blogspot.com/2009/04/teddys-donts-hug-back-but-sometimes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388290126153277446/posts/default/2412207292908314563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388290126153277446/posts/default/2412207292908314563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeeatrice.blogspot.com/2009/04/teddys-donts-hug-back-but-sometimes.html' title='bearbear! hughug.'/><author><name>BEATRICE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00741538172281803614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_MvG3CRHzk0s/SdSAYsCI7YI/AAAAAAAAARc/FRTrfPGAEyI/s72-c/Image025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1388290126153277446.post-738506113006056744</id><published>2009-04-01T15:59:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T22:26:54.814+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship? (dark clouds)'/><title type='text'>friendship</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MvG3CRHzk0s/SdMi4e9Oz1I/AAAAAAAAARM/tGoDrdZluhI/s1600-h/205857798_ebc9a8a5ea%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319633938632593234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 154px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 118px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MvG3CRHzk0s/SdMi4e9Oz1I/AAAAAAAAARM/tGoDrdZluhI/s200/205857798_ebc9a8a5ea%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;"friendship? same as before?&lt;br /&gt;i don't think so..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;`&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i hate the situation i'm in right now. everything seems to change within this 3 months of school, you've changed, and even her. i wished i've actually make the correct decision and chose the correct choice. have i? anyway, it's too late to regret already. so i can only accept my fate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;`&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And sorry/thanks to my cousin(s) and friends on msn, for letting me vent my anger(if i really did) and for lending me a listening ear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;and cause today, you've walked out of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;tags:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;xinyi: donee &amp;amp; sorry of the late relink. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;clarine: huh? i'm blurr(!) but anyway, okay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;michelle: ahmich! nihaoo too. xie lers! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;mingkiat: okay. thanks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1388290126153277446-738506113006056744?l=beeeatrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beeeatrice.blogspot.com/feeds/738506113006056744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beeeatrice.blogspot.com/2009/04/friendship-same-as-before-i-dont-think.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388290126153277446/posts/default/738506113006056744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388290126153277446/posts/default/738506113006056744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeeatrice.blogspot.com/2009/04/friendship-same-as-before-i-dont-think.html' title='friendship'/><author><name>BEATRICE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00741538172281803614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_MvG3CRHzk0s/SdMi4e9Oz1I/AAAAAAAAARM/tGoDrdZluhI/s72-c/205857798_ebc9a8a5ea%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1388290126153277446.post-457477537113578003</id><published>2009-03-31T21:39:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T16:37:45.893+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='in a three (sunny)'/><title type='text'>in a three</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MvG3CRHzk0s/SdIjeyiNfqI/AAAAAAAAARE/oU-3H6_ml30/s1600-h/Image009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319353121746288290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 123px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 145px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MvG3CRHzk0s/SdIjeyiNfqI/AAAAAAAAARE/oU-3H6_ml30/s200/Image009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; though the cracks and flaws&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but i'm sure i can overcome it with willpower&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;credits:myself!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;`&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;heyhey hello.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;`&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;how would you feel when one of your friends birthday is on that day? how would you feel if another friend of yours got into an accident on that day? and how would you feel if your brother's car was scratch by some bullshit people on the same day?(!) i can tell you, the feeling is just indescribable. People say, things come in a three. indeed it's a three. with more unhappiness compared to happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;`&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Today was just like any other normal school day. i thought everything was just like the same as before. But now, i finally knew it wasn't. Lots of teacher are like kind of absent today, as well as classmates and co.(?) And during english lesson, it was kind of fun, having marcus and clarine, and of cause, the reader's digest book! and cause it's suriani's birthday today, i went to her, together with michelle, during the last period of english to say happy birthday to her. And suriani, &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Happy birthday&lt;/span&gt;! (: i hope she sees this. hah.Then during the evening part, Malini texted me and said she was caught up in an accident, and will not attend school for like, 2weeks. takecare and get well soon. :DAnd then, my eldest brother called home quite a number of times to find my mum. Only later then i heard that my brother's subaru wrx car was scratched with a 'star' at the bonnet and a few scratches at the headlamps. it's been like, 3times, that my brother's wrx have been scratched since the day he got this car. My mum said that the person is just such a sadist(!) , cause scratching of cars bring them satisfaction? hah, i dont know... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1388290126153277446-457477537113578003?l=beeeatrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beeeatrice.blogspot.com/feeds/457477537113578003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beeeatrice.blogspot.com/2009/03/though-cracks-and-flaws-but-iim-sure-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388290126153277446/posts/default/457477537113578003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388290126153277446/posts/default/457477537113578003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeeatrice.blogspot.com/2009/03/though-cracks-and-flaws-but-iim-sure-i.html' title='in a three'/><author><name>BEATRICE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00741538172281803614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_MvG3CRHzk0s/SdIjeyiNfqI/AAAAAAAAARE/oU-3H6_ml30/s72-c/Image009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1388290126153277446.post-7763749297805962686</id><published>2009-03-30T15:12:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T22:27:24.210+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stalker (dark clouds)'/><title type='text'>no way</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318876545073555954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 184px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 129px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MvG3CRHzk0s/SdByCYFEKfI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/6fbA4w3ZH8Q/s200/17122008013.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;Time &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;cannot&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;bring back the memories.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;`&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Have you ever went to a nice country and wished to stay there forever in your life? I think i did felt that way before, i went to Taiwan last december. I remembered the first day, i went to a place somehow there's a bridge, i think it's the lovers bridge.The place there is like sunny and windy, which is quite cool. And today, my dad would have reached Taiwan! how i wished i can go as well. sometimes i really admire office adults. they can take leave when there's free time and go for a holiday! But students can only go for a holiday during a part of the year...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;`&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;okay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And i took bus to school in the morning, i don't know why the bus i took today was especially crowded. during the 3 stops, i was standing at the front door throughout and not able to get in, then the bus driver cannot tahan people not moving in. and he was somehow like mumbling about them. haha. anyway. why do people not like to move to the back of the bus? PE lesson today was just too tiring. And i dont understand physics so i don't know how i'm gonna take mid year exam for physics!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;`&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i went home and found these 2 indian man some sort of following me, but i managed to shake them off somehow. when i reach my doorstep, the keys to my door coudn't be open, and that's just too irritating isn't it? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1388290126153277446-7763749297805962686?l=beeeatrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beeeatrice.blogspot.com/feeds/7763749297805962686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beeeatrice.blogspot.com/2009/03/time-cannot-bring-back-memories.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388290126153277446/posts/default/7763749297805962686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388290126153277446/posts/default/7763749297805962686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeeatrice.blogspot.com/2009/03/time-cannot-bring-back-memories.html' title='no way'/><author><name>BEATRICE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00741538172281803614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_MvG3CRHzk0s/SdByCYFEKfI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/6fbA4w3ZH8Q/s72-c/17122008013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1388290126153277446.post-7561238349768575651</id><published>2009-03-29T13:50:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T22:27:43.486+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='out somewhere (drizzle)'/><title type='text'>tbp</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;i went to tiongbahru plaza with weekhim yesterday for some shopping and stuffs. She was so wanting to get her dough of fake bread. And flooded by her questions on the way there. Went to comics connection to purchase the bread and a cute eraser which dont look like one. then we went to KFC for popcorn chicken &amp;amp; milo. Shortly after, stomach ache! then i visited the toilet twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after that, my mum, me &amp;amp; weekhim's family went to Newton circle hawker centre to have dinner. that's the place that sells $30 for a huge prawn. was that a scam? haha. while we were searching for seats, got 1 hawker came to us &amp;amp; help us get seats. so our my mum ordered stingray from him, then, the rice came but not the fish. weekhim's mum asked the man what his store number was, and he said "70" in chinese, then you know what, his saliva dropped into the rice! yuckyuckyuck. when the stingray came, the rice was already cold, so we asked if he could change the rice for us. And the cold rice, he poured back into the container!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we all had a good laugh for what he did &amp;amp; said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1388290126153277446-7561238349768575651?l=beeeatrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beeeatrice.blogspot.com/feeds/7561238349768575651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beeeatrice.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-went-to-tiongbahru-plaza-with-weekhim.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388290126153277446/posts/default/7561238349768575651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388290126153277446/posts/default/7561238349768575651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeeatrice.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-went-to-tiongbahru-plaza-with-weekhim.html' title='tbp'/><author><name>BEATRICE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00741538172281803614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1388290126153277446.post-3742280585893230202</id><published>2009-03-28T13:37:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T22:28:01.063+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shoo (rather sunny)'/><title type='text'>boooo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MvG3CRHzk0s/Sc24Ca7fJjI/AAAAAAAAAQk/ZiiJmo2GaQI/s1600-h/rainavatar2[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318109086722500146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MvG3CRHzk0s/Sc24Ca7fJjI/AAAAAAAAAQk/ZiiJmo2GaQI/s200/rainavatar2%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the rainbow connection between us.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;source:photobucket&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hey hello.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My blog is officially opened today. Which means, the old blog's link can be deleted. sorry for any trouble caused.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;`&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yesterday i accompanied Jasmine to her house and to Jurong point meet sinlee to pass her some stuffs. And then after that back to my house, we webcamed with sinlee &amp;amp; Jasmine ah, steal my bearbear! ;x And later we went BB swimming complex for a swim , but it was not exactly a swim for me laah. But for Jasmine, maybe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;`&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i just realised i got 4 sheets of homework and 2 upcoming test for the coming week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;stress laaahh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1388290126153277446-3742280585893230202?l=beeeatrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beeeatrice.blogspot.com/feeds/3742280585893230202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beeeatrice.blogspot.com/2009/03/rainbow-connection-between-us.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388290126153277446/posts/default/3742280585893230202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388290126153277446/posts/default/3742280585893230202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeeatrice.blogspot.com/2009/03/rainbow-connection-between-us.html' title='boooo!'/><author><name>BEATRICE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00741538172281803614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_MvG3CRHzk0s/Sc24Ca7fJjI/AAAAAAAAAQk/ZiiJmo2GaQI/s72-c/rainavatar2%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
