<?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-12982391</id><updated>2011-04-22T12:55:21.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~*~pr0xy K1LL3r ~*~</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiern267.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12982391/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiern267.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Pearlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15855577331509642850</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>42</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12982391.post-276575880831025754</id><published>2007-06-13T16:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T16:50:59.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>okay, i dunno what happened exactly, but i'm just gonna type out the address here. its &lt;a href="http://pellucidsanctuary.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://pellucidsanctuary.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;. don't come to this blog anymore unless you don't know about my new one. after some time, i'll officially delete this one. okay. its settled.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12982391-276575880831025754?l=weiern267.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiern267.blogspot.com/feeds/276575880831025754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12982391&amp;postID=276575880831025754&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12982391/posts/default/276575880831025754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12982391/posts/default/276575880831025754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiern267.blogspot.com/2007/06/blog-post_13.html' title='...'/><author><name>Pearlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15855577331509642850</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-12982391.post-8943581013991833844</id><published>2007-06-13T16:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T16:09:03.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>okay. i'm here to officially announce that i'm going to change my blog soon. i know that this blog has some weird problems happening to it, so i'm going to change it so that they (hopefully) won't happen again. i'll keep you updated, so just check more. yeah. that's it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12982391-8943581013991833844?l=weiern267.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12982391.post-4502270029623433614</id><published>2007-05-02T12:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T12:26:48.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>YAY!!! finally i can come back and edit my blog. had some weird problems and couldn't get in. but now its over! hahas. haish. tomorrow got english paper 2 and higher chinese paper 1 exam. luckily i don't have to revise anything. went to a shop that sold the octopus balls (sry forgot the name) just now with syl. the octopus balls are seriously YUM!!! lol. i bought the bacon and cheese octopus balls. the fish flakes were really delicious too. does anyone know how the fish flakes are made??? hahas. really interested to know. cos it doesn't look like its made of fish. looks more like a vegetable or some funny onion or garlic thingy. anyway... the science paper today was quite okay. only the section c was a bit tougher than i expected. mrs supra's paper setting skills aren't as bad as i thought. hahaha. a lot of people told me that the papers mrs supra set would be tough. but i guess it wasn't really that bad. but only time will tell, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still can't believe i'm back in my blog!!! hahas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12982391-4502270029623433614?l=weiern267.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiern267.blogspot.com/feeds/4502270029623433614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12982391&amp;postID=4502270029623433614&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12982391/posts/default/4502270029623433614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12982391/posts/default/4502270029623433614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiern267.blogspot.com/2007/05/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Pearlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15855577331509642850</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-12982391.post-3940137172393035035</id><published>2007-02-10T18:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T12:12:21.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>whew. common tests ended this thursday with me doing D&amp;amp;T. going to get the results on monday. wish me luck. just came back from c.o. practice. syf coming soon. have to practice harder and cannot slack liao. i've nothing to post today. life is getting more boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next week might have to have practice on mon, tues, wed, thurs and sat. so many days. good luck to me.&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/12982391-3940137172393035035?l=weiern267.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiern267.blogspot.com/feeds/3940137172393035035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12982391&amp;postID=3940137172393035035&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12982391/posts/default/3940137172393035035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12982391/posts/default/3940137172393035035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiern267.blogspot.com/2007/02/common-tests.html' title='...'/><author><name>Pearlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15855577331509642850</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-12982391.post-116929217445240724</id><published>2007-01-20T19:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T12:12:38.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>Back at last, struggling with homework and projects... actually, not really. nothing much to post, just updating for the sake of not getting reminded by friends... hahas. supposed to be getting ready to sleep now. there's dance test tomorrow. stress man. everyone's gonna watch me fail. haahas. gonna watch csi after posting this up on my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is boring. remember that.&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/12982391-116929217445240724?l=weiern267.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiern267.blogspot.com/feeds/116929217445240724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12982391&amp;postID=116929217445240724&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12982391/posts/default/116929217445240724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12982391/posts/default/116929217445240724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiern267.blogspot.com/2007/01/another-day.html' title='...'/><author><name>Pearlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15855577331509642850</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-12982391.post-116858785066474919</id><published>2007-01-12T15:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T12:12:47.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>Trying to update as much as possible... so here i am. haha. going to my music class soon (maybe not that soon... about an hour more), and later going straight to annabel's house. we'll be going to nyp together to watch some chinese orchestra performance. getting a bit pissed with my grandfather now for nagging at us to get good grades... and now he's comparing us with our mother, saying that we can never beat her in studies. seriously, he's making me feel inferior. can't he give us some support? god... very bored now. i have nothing much to post except to hope that i won't fall asleep during the performance later? haha. kidding. hope that it'll be interesting, or at least not boring. yeah. that's about it i guess. hope that i will be able to smile more and frown less. hope that i'll be able to make people smile more and frown less too. yeah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12982391-116858785066474919?l=weiern267.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiern267.blogspot.com/feeds/116858785066474919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12982391&amp;postID=116858785066474919&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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that mrs nathan (is it spelt like that??) is our ipw teacher. i thought it would be someone less irritating. i mean, her tone goes up and down and up and down. it is seriously irritating especially if its in the morning. the high pitch of her voice makes me shiver sometimes. its like as though she's singing in a high pitch (though i doubt that she is able to sing. i know i'm evil. don't need to say anything. hee). i decided to join tiffany and jane's group, although they didn't have a group yet, just the two of them. we decided to add wigene(is it spelt like that?) to our group as the guy. yeah. i am still doing my board game now and am almost completing it but decided to update first before completing it. beverly's dream is so damn funny! i can only give you the sneak preview. it contains mr james lee and another man (wonder who). yeah. that's all i can say. if i continue you might be able to guess it. heh. i basically laughed at it for quite some time before quieting down and watching the history clip on clubs. but i remained high and very laughable during the whole history lesson. i think i won't be able to look at mr lee without laughing my guts out. ask me or bev for more details.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12982391-116835041448151640?l=weiern267.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiern267.blogspot.com/feeds/116835041448151640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12982391&amp;postID=116835041448151640&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12982391/posts/default/116835041448151640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12982391/posts/default/116835041448151640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiern267.blogspot.com/2007/01/irritated.html' title='...'/><author><name>Pearlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15855577331509642850</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-12982391.post-116755757258426611</id><published>2006-12-31T17:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T12:13:51.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>There's not much to post, especially when the holidays are coming to an end. i just realised something: i'm the only one(i think) who did not tag on other people's blogs on Christmas to wish them a merry christmas. cool. playing fish tycoon now. very bored. i have to log off right after i post this. sad right? my fish are dying. the customers are not buying my fish. i'm losing money. i'm very bored. my fish are not breeding. i have nothing else left to post. bye. i'm logging off now. and i mean now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12982391-116755757258426611?l=weiern267.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiern267.blogspot.com/feeds/116755757258426611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12982391&amp;postID=116755757258426611&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12982391/posts/default/116755757258426611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12982391/posts/default/116755757258426611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiern267.blogspot.com/2006/12/nothing.html' title='...'/><author><name>Pearlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15855577331509642850</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-12982391.post-116643218768890715</id><published>2006-12-18T16:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T12:14:00.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>These few days have been very boring. the only thing i do now is do homework, play runescape (runescape is fun but can't make your life more interesting), eat, watch television and read the books i borrowed from the library. isn't that boring? i feel like a robot everyday. can someone come along and change my life? seriously. although i felt a bit weird today, not doing my work. as in i totally did not touch my work. i felt kinda bad (you must be thinking that i am weird. i mean, who would feel weird not doing work for a day?), seriously. at first i felt like i hadn't do ne something important, but i didn't know what it was. i felt that something bad was going to happen. but nothing happened. only after my mother came home did i realise that i didn't do my work (look at the amazing power of mothers: one look and you remember about homework). obviously, she told me to do my work and not play or read anymore. but i didn't. haha. i don't know why but up till now i still cannot bear to look at work or homework. its just so hateable. really. i'm seriously running out of things to post here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12982391-116643218768890715?l=weiern267.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiern267.blogspot.com/feeds/116643218768890715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12982391&amp;postID=116643218768890715&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12982391/posts/default/116643218768890715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12982391/posts/default/116643218768890715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiern267.blogspot.com/2006/12/very-bored.html' title='...'/><author><name>Pearlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15855577331509642850</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-12982391.post-116635458904433884</id><published>2006-12-17T19:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T12:14:22.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>Okay, i'm trying to post, like, almost everyday, because i realise that i am one of the very few that always does not update as frequently as others. so i am trying to post everyday. yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really had some tough luck just now. i just started playing runescape for today (runescape is really fun. you should try it yourself at www.runescape.com), and the lightning started. my sister was playing just now and nothing happened. but once i started, it started raining. its not your typical rain, it was with a lot of lightning and thunder. it was sickening, and i got a scolding as i didn't switch off the computer after a few warnings from my father. it wasn't exactly a scolding, it was a very loud warning which had the kind of you-will-get-into-deep-trouble-if-you-don't-do-it-now tone, and i knew just then that it was a MUST to switch it off. i didn't dare to complain, as my father can be pretty scary (although annabel's can be even worse. i quote from him: "you can run, but you can &lt;em&gt;never&lt;/em&gt; hide." pretty scary huh?), but i was complaining inside (get what i mean?). which normal teenager wouldn't? i only &lt;em&gt;started&lt;/em&gt;, but i had to stop almost immediately. but anyway, i'll appreciate my playing time now, so i had better stop typing.&lt;br /&gt;&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/12982391-116635458904433884?l=weiern267.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiern267.blogspot.com/feeds/116635458904433884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12982391&amp;postID=116635458904433884&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12982391/posts/default/116635458904433884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12982391/posts/default/116635458904433884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiern267.blogspot.com/2006/12/lightning-and-thunder-zap-boom.html' title='...'/><author><name>Pearlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15855577331509642850</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-12982391.post-116625519080764553</id><published>2006-12-16T15:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T12:14:33.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>I went to my church retreat on Monday, and came back on Wednesday. it was supposed to be till friday, but i couldn't stand the sleep deprivation and came home. it was mostly because of another matter, but anyway, yeah. you could call the retreat fun, and you could also call it hurtful, lonely and well, other words. basically, i came home angry, upset but also relieved and happy. and i shan't talk about why. annabel and phaedra are leaving for thailand today, but at who knows what time. i'll be really lonely these few days. that is so not good. but anyway, i've never been to thailand before, although i've seen on television the women wearing those thick, golden rings around their necks to make their necks longer. its supposed to make them more beautiful, but if you ask me, it makes them more weird looking. seriously. oh yeah, and i bought new specs last week, and as usual, forgot to blog and post it up, but anyway, i received my specs yesterday, so you'll be seeing me with new specs (if you know where to see me). i've kind of lost my lameness recently because of someone, and i'm trying to get it back, so you can help (if you want to) by telling me lame stuff. i'll be grateful to you. really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12982391-116625519080764553?l=weiern267.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiern267.blogspot.com/feeds/116625519080764553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Career Type: Social&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/idealcareerquiz/social.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are helpful, friendly, and trustworthy.&lt;br /&gt;Your talents lie in teaching, nursing, giving information, and solving social problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would make an excellent:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Counselor - Dental Hygienist - Librarian&lt;br /&gt;Nurse - Parole Officer - Personal Trainer&lt;br /&gt;Physical Therapist - Social Worker - Teacher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst career options for your are realistic careers, like truck driver or farmer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/idealcareerquiz/"&gt;What's Your Ideal Career?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Sunshine&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whattypeofweatherareyouquiz/sunshine.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soothing and calm&lt;br /&gt;You are often held up by others as the ideal&lt;br /&gt;But too much of you, and they'll get burned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are best known for: your warmth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your dominant state: connecting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whattypeofweatherareyouquiz/"&gt;What Type of Weather Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Ideal Pet is a Little Dog&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyouridealpetquiz/little-dog.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're both high strung, hyper, and cute.&lt;br /&gt;You're one of the few people who can get away with carrying your little dog in a little bag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyouridealpetquiz/"&gt;What's Your Ideal Pet?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Learning Style: Flexible and Adaptable&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatshouldyoustudyquiz/esfp.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a great hands on learner, and you have an excellent memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Should Study:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acting&lt;br /&gt;Architecture&lt;br /&gt;Creative Writing&lt;br /&gt;Design&lt;br /&gt;Foreign Languages and Literature&lt;br /&gt;Journalism&lt;br /&gt;Literature&lt;br /&gt;Music&lt;br /&gt;Photography&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatshouldyoustudyquiz/"&gt;What Should You Study?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That should be enough quizzes for today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12982391-116429561236463735?l=weiern267.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiern267.blogspot.com/feeds/116429561236463735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12982391&amp;postID=116429561236463735&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12982391/posts/default/116429561236463735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12982391/posts/default/116429561236463735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiern267.blogspot.com/2006/11/your-career-type-social-you-are.html' title='...'/><author><name>Pearlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15855577331509642850</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-12982391.post-116356910052714605</id><published>2006-11-15T13:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T13:38:20.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I want to go out!!!</title><content type='html'>Its such a "great" day today. I can't go out because of my mother! What a great day... And do you know why she wants me to stay at home? Its because she wants me to do housework! How lame can that be? Can you imagine me mopping the floor, changing bedsheets and all the crap!? How embarrassing! I asked her yesterday if I could go out, and she replies with a firm no, saying that i have always been going out and not staying at home, and that I have not been helping out with the work. So now I have to stay at home and help. God, I feel so trapped at home... This is one of the worst days ever... Although if you look on the bright side, I have a computer here, along with movies (but it depends on my mom) to watch...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12982391-116356910052714605?l=weiern267.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiern267.blogspot.com/feeds/116356910052714605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12982391&amp;postID=116356910052714605&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12982391/posts/default/116356910052714605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12982391/posts/default/116356910052714605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiern267.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-want-to-go-out.html' title='I want to go out!!!'/><author><name>Pearlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15855577331509642850</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-12982391.post-116295979955180175</id><published>2006-11-08T12:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T12:23:19.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YAY! My mom and sis came home yesterday. They brought home a lot of gifts, stuff that I've never seen before, like the magnetic bracelet/necklace and other stuff. They also bought some videos and cartoons. The snacks that they brought home were weird. Seriously weird. I mean, the sweets and biscuits didn't even look like sweets or biscuits, although they looked edible. No offense, but they looked gross too. But I tried a few of them, and they tasted quite alright. And so far I haven't got any stomach aches, so it should be edible. Mo mom told me what happened there, and the view, although she said that sometimes it could be quite hazy. I took a good look at their shoes, and realised that they were white before the both of them went to China, but when they came back, the soles were black. Really greyish-black. Even after being washed, the shoes still didn't look white. But anyway, washing the shoes wasn't my problem (hee hee). I watched a bit of the videos and went to sleep. Yup.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12982391-116295979955180175?l=weiern267.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiern267.blogspot.com/feeds/116295979955180175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12982391&amp;postID=116295979955180175&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12982391/posts/default/116295979955180175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12982391/posts/default/116295979955180175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiern267.blogspot.com/2006/11/yay-my-mom-and-sis-came-home-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>Pearlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15855577331509642850</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-12982391.post-115996610485719921</id><published>2006-10-04T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T20:48:24.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>China</title><content type='html'>Okay, I've changed my blog skin. My previous one had some problems. I checked the template and guess what! It was almost blank except for the picture and the stuff about me... Seriously, either the computer has some problem, or its me. But most likely its the computer, not me. Haha... But anyway, exams are like, this Friday and I'll just have to buck up. But i have no mood to study. Seriously. I'm staying back almost everyday, studying with Angie, Annabel, Cassandra and me, myself. Guess what? My dad's in China now and will be for two whole months! That sucks, right? I'm gonna miss him... And my mom and sis are going to China to visit him after the exams for a week. So it'll be just my bro, grandma, grandpa and me. But my grandparents don't live with me, so we've planned it. My grandpa going to stay with us, and my grandma will stay at her house (after all, she's sick). The house'll really be quiet without them, especially my sis. She so noisy everytime she's at home, but still better than Annabel's brother. Although she is spoilt. Really spoilt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12982391-115996610485719921?l=weiern267.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiern267.blogspot.com/feeds/115996610485719921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12982391&amp;postID=115996610485719921&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12982391/posts/default/115996610485719921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12982391/posts/default/115996610485719921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiern267.blogspot.com/2006/10/china.html' title='China'/><author><name>Pearlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15855577331509642850</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-12982391.post-115979436363265546</id><published>2006-10-02T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T21:06:03.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Name 20 ppl that u can think of now.&lt;br /&gt;1) annabel&lt;br /&gt;2) jireh (hahahaha...)&lt;br /&gt;3) janisha&lt;br /&gt;4) tan ying&lt;br /&gt;5) charlene (hahaha...)&lt;br /&gt;6) tiffany&lt;br /&gt;7) sylvie&lt;br /&gt;8) geng tao&lt;br /&gt;9) jun shen&lt;br /&gt;10) cassandra&lt;br /&gt;11) phaedra&lt;br /&gt;12) angie&lt;br /&gt;13) shriram&lt;br /&gt;14) li kiong&lt;br /&gt;15) ci ping&lt;br /&gt;16) jody&lt;br /&gt;17) wellyanto&lt;br /&gt;18) jacelyn&lt;br /&gt;19) beverly&lt;br /&gt;20) seraphina&lt;br /&gt;how did i meet 14?&lt;br /&gt;through annabel, who said he was irritating. (he really is)&lt;br /&gt;wad would u do if you never met 1 ?&lt;br /&gt;i would not have a person to confide to, and to trust, and to really laugh with. (then no one will know my secret!!! hahaha... )&lt;br /&gt;wad would u do if 9 and 20 dated?&lt;br /&gt;wow... i would congratulate them. (but i bet $100000 they don't even know each other. hee hee)&lt;br /&gt;have u ever lyk 19?&lt;br /&gt;as a friend.&lt;br /&gt;will 6 and 17 make a good couple?&lt;br /&gt;no way... they wouldn't like each other...&lt;br /&gt;describe 3 .&lt;br /&gt;hmm... funny and likes to tickle people. (also forgetful. not supposed to tickle also tickle)&lt;br /&gt;tell me abt 7.&lt;br /&gt;kind, soft-spoken.&lt;br /&gt;do u noe anything abt 12's family?&lt;br /&gt;eh... no.&lt;br /&gt;wad is 8's fave?&lt;br /&gt;do u mean hobby? i not sure... i think its hanging out with her 'family'...&lt;br /&gt;if 18 confesses he/she lyk u?&lt;br /&gt;i'm sure she's not les. she won't do that.&lt;br /&gt;wad language do 15 speak?&lt;br /&gt;english n chinese. mostly english.&lt;br /&gt;hu is 9 going out wif ?&lt;br /&gt;dunno. most probably single.&lt;br /&gt;how old is 16 now?&lt;br /&gt;13.&lt;br /&gt;wad is 2's fave singer??&lt;br /&gt;er... i guess its a band... keane... think so.&lt;br /&gt;would you ever date wif 4?&lt;br /&gt;no lah. i'm not a les.&lt;br /&gt;would u ever date wif 7?&lt;br /&gt;no. i am not a lesbian.&lt;br /&gt;is 15 single?&lt;br /&gt;most probably.&lt;br /&gt;wad is 10's last name?&lt;br /&gt;err... sorry but i dunno.&lt;br /&gt;would u ever be in a serous relationship wif 11?&lt;br /&gt;please, i am not a lesbian.&lt;br /&gt;wad school does 3 go?&lt;br /&gt;mayflower secondary.&lt;br /&gt;wad is ur fave things abt 5?&lt;br /&gt;err... not much... helpful?&lt;br /&gt;finally now 5 ppl that u want them to do: annabel(once again she's done it already, but since i have not much people to put, then ya..), geng tao, cassandra, janisha, preethi (i really wanna see what she writes...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12982391-115979436363265546?l=weiern267.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiern267.blogspot.com/feeds/115979436363265546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12982391&amp;postID=115979436363265546&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12982391/posts/default/115979436363265546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12982391/posts/default/115979436363265546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiern267.blogspot.com/2006/10/name-20-ppl-that-u-can-think-of-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Pearlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15855577331509642850</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-12982391.post-115979304501057695</id><published>2006-10-02T20:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T20:44:05.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1. Single, taken or crushing?Single&lt;br /&gt;2. Are you happy with your life? so far, ya.&lt;br /&gt;3. when you meet the right person, do you fall in love with him fast?fast. don't think so. most probably crush for quite some time.&lt;br /&gt;4. Have you ever had your heartbroken? think so. remembered the pain...&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you believe there are some circumstances where cheating love is acceptable?no way! that's seriously crazy!&lt;br /&gt;6. Would you take someone back if he cheats on you?come on. no.&lt;br /&gt;7. Have you talked about marriage with another before? please. i'm only thirteen. who, in their right mind, would talk about marriage when they're only thirteen???&lt;br /&gt;8. Do you want children?should be. but that's the future.&lt;br /&gt;9. How many?the most would be 3.&lt;br /&gt;10. Would you consider adoption? maybe.&lt;br /&gt;11. If someone likes you right now, what do you think is the best way to let you know his feelings? i dunno... that's up to him... not me.&lt;br /&gt;12. Do you enjoy getting into relationships? depends on the guy.&lt;br /&gt;13. Be honest, what is the furthest you and your ex did?i don't have one.&lt;br /&gt;14. Do you believe in love at first sight?no, not really.&lt;br /&gt;15. Are you romantic?err... that will be up to the other person... you should know what i'm talking about.&lt;br /&gt;16. Do you believe you can change someone?depends on the person.&lt;br /&gt;17. If you could married to somewhere, where would it be?i guess it should be in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;18. Have you ever broken a heart? nah...&lt;br /&gt;19. If one day your best friend falls in love with the guy you're deeply in love with, what would you do?i'll be happy for my friend, although i won't be happy... but after some time, i should be able to forget it...&lt;br /&gt;20. Are you missing somebody now?no. i don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;Now you have to ask 5 of your friends to do this survey in their blogs.Write down their names in the list below.Tag them in their blog to let them know.&lt;br /&gt;_annabel. but she's done it.&lt;br /&gt;_Tan Ying&lt;br /&gt;_Janisha this one confirm got interesting ones.&lt;br /&gt;_Syafiqah... she should have some interesting answers... haha.&lt;br /&gt;_ Jody... hahaha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12982391-115979304501057695?l=weiern267.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiern267.blogspot.com/feeds/115979304501057695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12982391&amp;postID=115979304501057695&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12982391/posts/default/115979304501057695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12982391/posts/default/115979304501057695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiern267.blogspot.com/2006/10/1.html' title=''/><author><name>Pearlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15855577331509642850</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-12982391.post-115979239704337949</id><published>2006-10-02T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T20:33:17.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The Princess Survey&lt;br /&gt;About The Princess Full Name: Pearlin&lt;br /&gt;nicknames: Pearlini, bubble tea.&lt;br /&gt;gender: female&lt;br /&gt;age: 13&lt;br /&gt;b-day: 15/04&lt;br /&gt;star sign: aries&lt;br /&gt;place of birth: singapore&lt;br /&gt;height: 164cm(so far)&lt;br /&gt;eye color: black&lt;br /&gt;hair color: black&lt;br /&gt;skin color: tan&lt;br /&gt;any piercings: yes&lt;br /&gt;where: ears&lt;br /&gt;do u want more: yes&lt;br /&gt;do u wear glasses: yes&lt;br /&gt;do u have braces: no&lt;br /&gt;wat color are ur nails: normal colour&lt;br /&gt;Family&lt;br /&gt;moms name: do i have to put the name?&lt;br /&gt;dads name: do i really have to put the name?&lt;br /&gt;any brothers or sisters: yes&lt;br /&gt;how old: 14 n 9&lt;br /&gt;who do u live with: family&lt;br /&gt;are ur parents married: of course&lt;br /&gt;do u have any pets: no&lt;br /&gt;where do u live: bishan st 23&lt;br /&gt;More About You&lt;br /&gt;wat school do u go to: mayflower pri n sec&lt;br /&gt;wat grade: er... dunno. only know i'm sec 1&lt;br /&gt;fav.subject: home economics (esp. cooking)&lt;br /&gt;fav.teacher: mrs deborah thomas&lt;br /&gt;worst subject: chinese&lt;br /&gt;is ur school public or private: public&lt;br /&gt;would u ever go to a private school: no&lt;br /&gt;Do You Like football: no&lt;br /&gt;baseball: no&lt;br /&gt;basketball: one of my favourites&lt;br /&gt;dance: most probably... no.&lt;br /&gt;badminton: so-so&lt;br /&gt;volleyball: ok-ok&lt;br /&gt;golf: no.&lt;br /&gt;Do You have a boyfriend: no&lt;br /&gt;if so, name: -&lt;br /&gt;how old is he: -&lt;br /&gt;are u single: yes&lt;br /&gt;r u straight/gay/bi: straight&lt;br /&gt;have you ever kissed a friends bf.gf?: no&lt;br /&gt;have u ever kissed a girl: no&lt;br /&gt;have u ever been in love: no.&lt;br /&gt;are u currently in love: no.&lt;br /&gt;have u ever dumped someone: no&lt;br /&gt;have you ever been dumped: no&lt;br /&gt;the opposite sex&lt;br /&gt;what is your idesl hair color for a boyfriend/girlfriend: black or brown&lt;br /&gt;eye color: black or brown&lt;br /&gt;skin color:: tan&lt;br /&gt;height: around my height. but should be taller.&lt;br /&gt;personality:: friendly, nice, caring, funny.&lt;br /&gt;style: dunno&lt;br /&gt;does size matter: weight. haha.&lt;br /&gt;are you happy:: yes&lt;br /&gt;sad:: no&lt;br /&gt;funny:: can be.&lt;br /&gt;boring: sometimes&lt;br /&gt;popular:: don't really think so.&lt;br /&gt;happy-go-lucky:: yes&lt;br /&gt;serious:: can be.&lt;br /&gt;chilled:: no&lt;br /&gt;stressed:: maybe.&lt;br /&gt;smart: not really.&lt;br /&gt;dumb: most likely.&lt;br /&gt;shy:: a bit.&lt;br /&gt;outgoing:: should be&lt;br /&gt;loud:: no, not really.&lt;br /&gt;quiet: sometimes&lt;br /&gt;annoying: don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;nice:: so-so&lt;br /&gt;kind:: yes&lt;br /&gt;friendly: yes&lt;br /&gt;nasty: hmm... can be&lt;br /&gt;evil:: more evil than most people. muahaha...&lt;br /&gt;fashionable: err... normal lah.&lt;br /&gt;pretty:: no.&lt;br /&gt;ugly: no.&lt;br /&gt;have you ever smoked?: no&lt;br /&gt;done drugs?: no&lt;br /&gt;drank alcohol?: no.&lt;br /&gt;had sex?: no&lt;br /&gt;been abroad?: yes, although i can't remember at all.&lt;br /&gt;got any scars?: yes&lt;br /&gt;killed someone?: no&lt;br /&gt;kicked someone in the nuts: no&lt;br /&gt;been arrested?: no&lt;br /&gt;got in a fight?: no&lt;br /&gt;stolen something?: no&lt;br /&gt;given birth?: no&lt;br /&gt;been fired?: no&lt;br /&gt;passed out?: no&lt;br /&gt;went pee in your pants: maybe&lt;br /&gt;if so ew! and why!!: because i couldn't hold it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12982391-115979239704337949?l=weiern267.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiern267.blogspot.com/feeds/115979239704337949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12982391&amp;postID=115979239704337949&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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this really sucks... phaedra's at annabel's house now... i'm left out... i wonder... do they even care whether common test is this week? today, tomorrow, until Thursday... i guess i'm a bit too uptight because of this common tests. i mean, i can't go to annabel's house like i usually do, and i don't really talk to phaedra nowadays... i went home with Tan Ying, Sylvie and Syafiqah today. it was another typical day... we ate a curry puff each (me and Sylvie ate, while Ying and Syafiqah stopped on different bus stops), then both of us went to J8 together... when we reached we went our different ways. but if only we walked slower... i wanted to talk to Sylvie about something really important... i guess that there wasn't enough time... but anyway, i'm supposed to be studying now, but i sneaked out some time to type this out. don't you think i'm smart? haha... my mom's at home instead of work, and i do this kind of thing... ha, i'm really naughty... but anyway, all i've to do is wait till next wednesday to play basketball, hee hee hee... lets just hope that all of them: Annabel, Phaedra, Jacelyn, Jun Shen (i think his name's spelt like this), and Angie with Hui Ting (although both of them didn't really participate). and i can comfirm one thing: she really does like Mr Lee... haha... that's a secret...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12982391-115554227919966566?l=weiern267.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiern267.blogspot.com/feeds/115554227919966566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12982391&amp;postID=115554227919966566&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12982391/posts/default/115554227919966566'/><link rel='self' 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play only after the common tests coming in like, next week? shit... i haven't really revised... i don't feel prepared at all. i've been going out these few weeks, not revising at all. i'll definitely be in big trouble. my grades are slipping. but i don't seem to care. why? i just keep on hanging out with my friends, not even caring about my grades. i need to study now. especially my higher chinese. i still don't understand why i'm in higher chinese, although my chinese seriously sucks. i need to buck up. stop playing basketball and start revising.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12982391-115503472002686077?l=weiern267.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiern267.blogspot.com/feeds/115503472002686077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12982391&amp;postID=115503472002686077&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12982391/posts/default/115503472002686077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12982391/posts/default/115503472002686077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiern267.blogspot.com/2006/08/basketball.html' title='Basketball'/><author><name>Pearlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15855577331509642850</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-12982391.post-115166435919561593</id><published>2006-06-30T18:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T18:45:59.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored...</title><content type='html'>Seriously, I'm very bored now... I mean, yes, I can see my friends and all, but still... Its boring! But anyway, there was sort of a farewell party just now in school for two teachers, a man and a lady(sorry but i forgot their names!!! no offence...). There were quite a lot of classes performing, and when 4E went up, you should have seen S's face! She was smiling and smiling when we teased her, and she kept on staring at them I guess... But definitely the Y one... Seriously, she really likes him a lot. She's just so faithful to him... She always praises them, especially Y. She doesn't really praise Calculator that much...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12982391-115166435919561593?l=weiern267.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiern267.blogspot.com/feeds/115166435919561593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12982391&amp;postID=115166435919561593&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12982391/posts/default/115166435919561593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12982391/posts/default/115166435919561593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiern267.blogspot.com/2006/06/bored.html' title='Bored...'/><author><name>Pearlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15855577331509642850</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-12982391.post-115149410094671667</id><published>2006-06-28T19:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T19:28:20.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My sis</title><content type='html'>My sister said the funniest thing yesterday. Okay, maybe it wasn't. But anyway, she claimed that she had a project that thay had to do on dogs, and she was using the Internet to search for the pictures. Then, just as she was about to save the pictures into a disc that she called a "CD" disc, my father happened to pass by. He was furious as the "CD" was not a "CD" but a writable "VCD"! Imagine that! My sister, was , of course embarrased, but I just couldn't hold my laughter. I burst out laughing. And the problem with my sister is that she is a very spoilt girl who cries and complains very easily, so she complained, saying that I always laughed at her while she always doesn't laugh at me. She complained that it was very unfair, and guess what? She started crying. Seriously, I wasn't angry at her this time. I burst out laughing even more. But of course, I didn't do that right in front of her. That would be courting death. My parents spoil her too much, and they too cannot stand her crying, so they tell me or my brother(whoever that made her mad in the first place) to stop it. I went into another room and started laughing uncontrollably.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12982391-115149410094671667?l=weiern267.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiern267.blogspot.com/feeds/115149410094671667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12982391&amp;postID=115149410094671667&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12982391/posts/default/115149410094671667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12982391/posts/default/115149410094671667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiern267.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-sis.html' title='My sis'/><author><name>Pearlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15855577331509642850</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-12982391.post-114517374676409915</id><published>2006-04-16T15:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T15:49:06.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Birthday</title><content type='html'>I'm offically thirteen now!!! YAY!!! Okay, I'm a bit crazy. It was my birthday yesterday, the 15th of April. We just celebrated my birthday at home, nothing special. My sister played the birthday song on the electone a few times, while singing the song. I was really glad that I was going to be thirteen. But the problem was that I didn't know the time when I was born. Sigh... If only I knew. If I knew, I could celebrate my birthday with more meaning. The best would definitely be the accurate timing, but of course my mom couldn't remember. After all, she gave birth to three children, and has a lot of stuff to cope with nowadays. But I really wanted to know, though. Anyway, we went out in the evening to celebrate my grandma and my birthday. My grandma's birthday is on the 14th of April, on a Good Friday, and which is also a day before mine. We went to a restaurant in Yeo Chu Kang, I think. It was those kind of traditional Chinese restaurants, which is not my type, but my grandparents liked that kind, though. I enjoyed the food there even though it was very "Chinese".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12982391-114517374676409915?l=weiern267.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiern267.blogspot.com/feeds/114517374676409915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12982391&amp;postID=114517374676409915&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12982391/posts/default/114517374676409915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12982391/posts/default/114517374676409915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiern267.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-birthday.html' title='My Birthday'/><author><name>Pearlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15855577331509642850</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-12982391.post-114448541419355974</id><published>2006-04-08T16:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T16:36:54.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>She Made an Impact on My Life</title><content type='html'>Its been a very, very long time since I wrote here in my own personal blog somewhere in the Internet. Well, I do not have much to say, just a question: why must she keep on bugging me? she's such a terribly spoilt person, and one of the reasons why would definitely be because she's rich, and has parents that listen to her. Okay, not exactly. Her parents do not give her everything she wants, but, well, they sort of do. And she is terribly bossy in every single kind of way. She thinks that she can control me. But, of course, she is so terribly, disastrously wrong. I, for one, will not let anyone control me. I mean, if you do let anyone control you, you are really a very, very silly person. But well, back to her. She always, always throws tantrums. There was once when she was mad at me for quite a long time over a trival matter, like, for an example, if someone does not lend you something, like, a sleeping bag, will you be mad at the person for a very long period of time? No, I don't think so. After all, if you lend a person a sleeping bag, and you do not have a mattress or bed to sleep on, will you do that? Of course not, right? So, that's exactly what I mean. I did not lend it to her, and she was mad at me for a long period of time. Well, after reading this, whose fault do you think it is? The answer is up to you. But you know what I mean right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12982391-114448541419355974?l=weiern267.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiern267.blogspot.com/feeds/114448541419355974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12982391&amp;postID=114448541419355974&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12982391/posts/default/114448541419355974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12982391/posts/default/114448541419355974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiern267.blogspot.com/2006/04/she-made-impact-on-my-life.html' title='She Made an Impact on My Life'/><author><name>Pearlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15855577331509642850</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-12982391.post-114113624022275750</id><published>2006-02-28T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T22:17:20.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid Me</title><content type='html'>I'm a total idiot. I can't believe that I forgot to buy my best friend's birthday present, and went there empty-handed last year. I just hate myself for doing that. I don't blame her if she's mad at me, because if I were her, I would be really mad at myself. Anyway, I don't think she'll ever regard me as her best friend ever again. I mean, would a BEST FRIEND do this to you? NO! So, I'm really a bad friend. Sigh... How I wish I could turn back the time and un-do the mistakes I made... But well, its too late. Sigh... I'm really mad at myself for doing that to her. Annabel, if you ever read this post, I just wanna tell you that I'm sorry. Please forgive me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12982391-114113624022275750?l=weiern267.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiern267.blogspot.com/feeds/114113624022275750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12982391&amp;postID=114113624022275750&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12982391/posts/default/114113624022275750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12982391/posts/default/114113624022275750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiern267.blogspot.com/2006/02/stupid-me.html' title='Stupid Me'/><author><name>Pearlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15855577331509642850</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-12982391.post-114084951220613355</id><published>2006-02-25T14:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T14:38:32.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boring Routines</title><content type='html'>Its really boring nowadays... There's nothing to do except study, study... Can someone recommend something interesting for me to do? I only go online just to check e-mails and chat with friends. Everyday, the same routine. Its just too boring. I had never minded about this before, until I was older. I didn't mind the same boring old routine. But now I've deifinitely changed. And I just can't stand boring routines. Its too normal, too boring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12982391-114084951220613355?l=weiern267.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiern267.blogspot.com/feeds/114084951220613355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12982391&amp;postID=114084951220613355&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12982391/posts/default/114084951220613355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12982391/posts/default/114084951220613355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiern267.blogspot.com/2006/02/boring-routines.html' title='Boring Routines'/><author><name>Pearlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15855577331509642850</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-12982391.post-113913458973087198</id><published>2006-02-05T17:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T18:16:29.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid Teacher</title><content type='html'>He's just so sickening. He wants us to find a contest for children and compare it to our literature book and also to find out why the contest attracts children. I mean, the finding out is easy, but I just can't find any contest form to print or cut out. And its sickening, honestly. All the other teachers teaching me don't give such tough questions, only he does. And he seriously is boring. And we have to laugh at his jokes when it simply is not funny. And, well, he wears make-up, believe it or not. At first, I didn't believe my friend, but when I looked closely enough, I noticed that he really wore make-up. I was like, I just can't believe it! I mean,honestly, I have never seen men wear make-up, unless they are sissys(okay, I don't mean to insult them), and he didn't seem like one to me, and I hated to look at his face, and so I didn't know that he wore make-up. And, my friend also noticed that he wears spectacles on alternate days. If I were him(I obviously would not want to anyway), I would always wear it. But anyway, the spectacles thing is not really that important. Anyway, the main point here is that, I, really do HATE him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12982391-113913458973087198?l=weiern267.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiern267.blogspot.com/feeds/113913458973087198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12982391&amp;postID=113913458973087198&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12982391/posts/default/113913458973087198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12982391/posts/default/113913458973087198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiern267.blogspot.com/2006/02/stupid-teacher.html' title='Stupid Teacher'/><author><name>Pearlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15855577331509642850</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-12982391.post-113912899640458708</id><published>2006-02-05T16:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T16:43:16.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Result</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/C/caz15th/1127562500_uizEmpathy.jpg" border="0" alt="Empathy"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt; Empathy- &lt;/b&gt; Your inner power is Empathy! This&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;means that you have a talent for identifying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;others emotions, often by simply glancing at&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;them. You are EXTREMELY shy and quiet. People&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes dont notice youre around and seem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;surprised to find out you even exist in a big&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;class. Youre the often silent, goody two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shoes, and few get passed the walls youve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;built up to stop yourself being hurt, as you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no doubt have been in the past. Not everyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;understands you, in fact some think that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;youre a snob or worse because you rarely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;participate in group activities. Youre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;extremely sensitive, even the least harsh of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;words can hurt you. Only your very few,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;closest friends who have earned your&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hard-to-get trust know who you really are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;inside; a sweet, gentle young woman who is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lonely and so desperately needing friends to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;support you. You can get very depressed and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not always know why, despite your power of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;empathy, as it seems to only work for people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;outside you. Your friends always turn to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when they need advice or comforting, and in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some way you need to give that helpit makes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you feel better in return to know that youve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;helped out your friends. Despite your cold,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;impassive exterior and high, seemingly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unbreachable walls, inside you are really a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;great, intelligent person, full of compassion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and love, if only people would dare take a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chance and try to get through your tough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shell. Never let others get you down, or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;change you. You are very special the way you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;areeven if you dont have fifty thousand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friends, you are just as, if not more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;extraordinary than everyone else. Reach for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the stars, because I dont doubt youll catch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hold of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Boy/Girl who will sweep you off your feet: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sweet, shy and romantic man/woman. The kind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of guy/woman you know will never, ever hurt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you, and will love you for ever. The kind of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;person who believes in true love, and soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Your stone: &lt;/b&gt; Blue Topaz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Your power: &lt;/b&gt; Healing. Emotionally,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;physically, or spiritually, you heal people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with your words, your actions and presence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Youre the one that the little children are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;always drawn to, because they know youll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never let anything hurt them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Your element: &lt;/b&gt;  Clairvoyance (The power to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see objects or events that cannot be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perceived by the normal five senses.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; A quote that applies to you: &lt;/b&gt;  "True&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beauty shines from the soul and warms the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;world with its&lt;i&gt;  kindness, compassion&lt;/i&gt; ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;i&gt;  integrity&lt;/i&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a title="Take this quiz at Quizilla" href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=57&amp;url=http://quizilla.com/users/caz15th/quizzes/What's%20your%20inner%20power%3F%20(Girls%20only%20sorry.%20Beautiful%20anime%20pictures%2C%20lengthy%20results)"&gt; What's your inner power? (Girls only sorry. Beautiful anime pictures, lengthy results)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-2"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a title="Quiz, Horoscope, Flash Games, Poems - Quizilla!" href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=56&amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12982391-113912899640458708?l=weiern267.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiern267.blogspot.com/feeds/113912899640458708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12982391&amp;postID=113912899640458708&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12982391/posts/default/113912899640458708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12982391/posts/default/113912899640458708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiern267.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-result.html' title='My Result'/><author><name>Pearlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15855577331509642850</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-12982391.post-113896133968420340</id><published>2006-02-03T17:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T18:08:59.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its been so many months since I last signed in to write entries. The last one was from last year! I can't believe how busy I am this year. I really didn't expect to come into this school. I mean, most people say this is a good school, but I don't really agree with them. After all, my score is so low, so the school I go to will difinitely not be very good. And there are teachers that I don't like here. I don't really wanna mention names, but well one of them is a "he". So, if know me well, you'll know who I'm talking about. But anyway, at least there aome things that I can look forward to at school. Like, meeting friends and other stuff. There's one that I really look forward to, but I'm not going to mention it. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12982391-113896133968420340?l=weiern267.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiern267.blogspot.com/feeds/113896133968420340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12982391&amp;postID=113896133968420340&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12982391/posts/default/113896133968420340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12982391/posts/default/113896133968420340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiern267.blogspot.com/2006/02/its-been-so-many-months-since-i-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Pearlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15855577331509642850</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-12982391.post-113089278897979205</id><published>2005-11-02T08:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T08:53:08.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IT Lesson</title><content type='html'>So boring... I'm having IT Lesson now... There's nothing to do, so I'm just writing on my blog. Miss Teo is busy taking pictures of the whole IT class to do that Graduation Day thingy... She already took mine and Hui Min. She wanted to take one picture of us on ourselves, then another picture together with a friend. So, the only close friend I had was Hui Min, so I took the picture with her. And &lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt;, you should know who, is really thick-skinned! We showed &lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt; that we didn't like &lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt; by not sitting with &lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt; before IT Lesson, but during the IT Lesson, &lt;em&gt;she&lt;/em&gt; still sat with us! And Hui Min and I were like, not that happy. But the good thing was that we didn't talk to &lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt;, and &lt;em&gt;she&lt;/em&gt; herself was clever enough to figure out not to speak to us.(I'm making this sound like as if she's stupid, haha!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12982391-113089278897979205?l=weiern267.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiern267.blogspot.com/feeds/113089278897979205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12982391&amp;postID=113089278897979205&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12982391/posts/default/113089278897979205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12982391/posts/default/113089278897979205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiern267.blogspot.com/2005/11/it-lesson.html' title='IT Lesson'/><author><name>Pearlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15855577331509642850</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-12982391.post-112903643485551547</id><published>2005-10-11T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T08:36:53.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sickening Social Studies</title><content type='html'>So sickening, there's still that Social Studies exam tomorrow. I have a strong feeling that I'll fail it and will have to re-test on Friday. Watched Corpse Bride today. It was really quite okay, but I didn't really like the part when the corpse bride was chasing Victor. It was all an accident, but I guess that the bride was too lovesick to realise that. Speaking of lovesick, that reminds me of someone in our class.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12982391-112903643485551547?l=weiern267.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiern267.blogspot.com/feeds/112903643485551547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12982391&amp;postID=112903643485551547&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12982391/posts/default/112903643485551547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12982391/posts/default/112903643485551547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiern267.blogspot.com/2005/10/sickening-social-studies.html' title='Sickening Social Studies'/><author><name>Pearlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15855577331509642850</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-12982391.post-112623457920123228</id><published>2005-09-09T10:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T10:56:19.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Butter</title><content type='html'>You know, sometimes I find Butter a bit crazy. He's already talking about committing suicide when he's only been dumped by someone. If I were him, I would not do that. Okay, so maybe he's crazy about her and wants to commit suicide because he's too heartbroken. But still, that's no reason to jump. Dying will not solve your problems. The most would be yourself being moody for a week, more or less. But, committing suicide?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12982391-112623457920123228?l=weiern267.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiern267.blogspot.com/feeds/112623457920123228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12982391&amp;postID=112623457920123228&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12982391/posts/default/112623457920123228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12982391/posts/default/112623457920123228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiern267.blogspot.com/2005/09/butter.html' title='Butter'/><author><name>Pearlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15855577331509642850</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-12982391.post-112564654569140266</id><published>2005-09-02T15:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T15:36:22.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG</title><content type='html'>I just can't believe it. One moment she was there, the next thing, gone. Luckily I didn't see her jump. In school, when I heard about the news, I was like, not affected. But when I came home and explained what happened in school today to my grandma and my mom, I just couldn't stand it and cried in front of all my family members. My family members were shocked by my outburst and just sat there gaping at me as I usually didn't cry. I myself was shocked. I didn't know I could cry for so long. I was just so scared and sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12982391-112564654569140266?l=weiern267.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiern267.blogspot.com/feeds/112564654569140266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12982391&amp;postID=112564654569140266&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12982391/posts/default/112564654569140266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12982391/posts/default/112564654569140266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiern267.blogspot.com/2005/09/omg.html' title='OMG'/><author><name>Pearlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15855577331509642850</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-12982391.post-112434586351327633</id><published>2005-08-18T14:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T14:17:43.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My result</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/N/nekokittychi/1075173009_aterSprite.jpg" border="0" alt="Water Sprite" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mysterious, elegant, creative and calmYou are a sprite of the Water. Creative and one of&lt;br /&gt;the most beautiful of sprites, you strike&lt;br /&gt;wonder and curiosity into the hearts and minds&lt;br /&gt;of all. Even though you are capable of&lt;br /&gt;attraction and seduction you are way above all&lt;br /&gt;that, you understand the true meaning of life&lt;br /&gt;and are very open and understanding of life's&lt;br /&gt;mysteries, most likely you are one of them. You&lt;br /&gt;are respectful of all ways of life and do not&lt;br /&gt;judge one due to their position or station in&lt;br /&gt;life. You are gifted in the ways of&lt;br /&gt;understanding and given the chance are usually&lt;br /&gt;full of good, wise advice but your not the type&lt;br /&gt;to take the stand and express such things. Your&lt;br /&gt;laid back nature can be troubling, you don't&lt;br /&gt;take many risks and prefer to keep things as&lt;br /&gt;they are. You are one of the most unique of&lt;br /&gt;sprites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/nekokittychi/quizzes/.%3A%3A%3DWhat%20type%20of%20Mythical%20Sprite%20are%20you%3F%3D%3A%3A.%20-With%20Anime%20Pictures%20and%20detailed%20answers-/"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;.::=What type of Mythical Sprite are you?=::. -With Anime Pictures and detailed answers-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:-3;"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="www.quizilla.com"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12982391-112434586351327633?l=weiern267.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiern267.blogspot.com/feeds/112434586351327633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12982391&amp;postID=112434586351327633&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12982391/posts/default/112434586351327633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12982391/posts/default/112434586351327633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiern267.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-result_18.html' title='My result'/><author><name>Pearlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15855577331509642850</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-12982391.post-112434019481255389</id><published>2005-08-18T12:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T16:48:25.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Result</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Your power is:&lt;/b&gt; Extreme healing powers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Explanation:&lt;/b&gt; When injured your body&lt;br /&gt;focuses on the wound and heals rapidly, within&lt;br /&gt;a few seconds. This makes you pretty much hard&lt;br /&gt;to kill and you can help people in danger using&lt;br /&gt;yourself as a shield. Almost anything is&lt;br /&gt;possible in combat but you prefer looking after&lt;br /&gt;others. In bad purposes you can do the same as&lt;br /&gt;above but for evil intentions.&lt;br /&gt;This power fits you pretty good since you want&lt;br /&gt;to help those around you, and when you are&lt;br /&gt;pretty much unstopable, that's not an obsticle.&lt;br /&gt;You are caring and nurturing and are more a&lt;br /&gt;pascifist. Even if you know there are much&lt;br /&gt;unfairness in the world you still chose to see&lt;br /&gt;from a positive angle because you belive in the&lt;br /&gt;good of this world. You are probably friendly&lt;br /&gt;and have a soft spot for people who are not&lt;br /&gt;accepted. Though to others you come of as naive&lt;br /&gt;and gullible. You could be taken advantagde of&lt;br /&gt;if the wrong person comes around. Even if you&lt;br /&gt;could be seen as pure, you are not that&lt;br /&gt;completely since you're human and make mistakes&lt;br /&gt;too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Negative aspects:&lt;/b&gt; If your naiveness has&lt;br /&gt;been making you blind for too long you could go&lt;br /&gt;into dark thinking.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12982391-112434019481255389?l=weiern267.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiern267.blogspot.com/feeds/112434019481255389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12982391&amp;postID=112434019481255389&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12982391/posts/default/112434019481255389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12982391/posts/default/112434019481255389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiern267.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-result.html' title='My Result'/><author><name>Pearlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15855577331509642850</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-12982391.post-112349505993137741</id><published>2005-08-08T17:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T17:57:39.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays</title><content type='html'>Okay, so tomorrow and Wednesday is a holiday. And I'll have to stick at home again. But of course, the good thing is that I might have a chance to surf the net so that I can add some more entries into my Diary here... And I can also secretly play some games if my parents aren't taking notice of what I'm doing. Which is what they do most of the time, so that means that I can. But I still must expect the unexpected.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12982391-112349505993137741?l=weiern267.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiern267.blogspot.com/feeds/112349505993137741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12982391&amp;postID=112349505993137741&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12982391/posts/default/112349505993137741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12982391/posts/default/112349505993137741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiern267.blogspot.com/2005/08/holidays.html' title='Holidays'/><author><name>Pearlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15855577331509642850</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-12982391.post-112323061821445768</id><published>2005-08-05T16:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T16:30:45.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>China Girl Gone Home</title><content type='html'>About my last post saying about the China girl that I disliked. Now time really flies, and a week is gone. I used to dislike her, but now its Friday and I start to treat her like a close friend. But, she has to go back to China... I regret saying all those things about her... She even gave me some sort of a medal and also a key chain. And now I will never see her again and apologise to her even though I didn't say my thoughts aloud. I also forgot to buy her something to say goodbye to her and also get her address to write to her. I really regret what I said about her. I mean, she didn't do or say anything wrong to me, yet I did something wrong to her. So if she ever gets to see my blog, I'M SORRY DAI XIN!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12982391-112323061821445768?l=weiern267.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiern267.blogspot.com/feeds/112323061821445768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12982391&amp;postID=112323061821445768&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12982391/posts/default/112323061821445768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12982391/posts/default/112323061821445768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiern267.blogspot.com/2005/08/china-girl-gone-home.html' title='China Girl Gone Home'/><author><name>Pearlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15855577331509642850</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-12982391.post-112306081863076559</id><published>2005-08-03T17:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T09:51:17.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sucker</title><content type='html'>I tell you all what. She thinks that she calls the shots here. Well, today, when they were walking home, she suddenly says that she has no space &amp; asks Annabel to not be shielded by the umbrella(It was raining at that time). Annabel was like, what kind of a friend are you? Well, my answer to Annabel's question is that she is not a friend. She is a person whom deserves to not have any friends as she takes advantage of them(Not the pervertic advantage) when she thinks that they like her. Well, actually she doesn't really friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12982391-112306081863076559?l=weiern267.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiern267.blogspot.com/feeds/112306081863076559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12982391&amp;postID=112306081863076559&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12982391/posts/default/112306081863076559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12982391/posts/default/112306081863076559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiern267.blogspot.com/2005/08/sucker.html' title='The Sucker'/><author><name>Pearlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15855577331509642850</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-12982391.post-112289151747876589</id><published>2005-08-01T18:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T09:46:10.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Flirt</title><content type='html'>What &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;IS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; wrong with her? You probably don't know her, but I'll tell you her attitude. Actually, I don't mind her flirting with the people she likes, but come on, she practically flirts with everyone, even the not so good-looking ones! And she thinks that by having a basketball she's the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;QUEEN&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of the whole World. Well, I tell you what, she's nothing but a measly looking &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;GIRL!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Okay, I may seem a bit angry over nothing, but if you ever see her attitude with your own eyes, you will be able to see what I mean.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12982391-112289151747876589?l=weiern267.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiern267.blogspot.com/feeds/112289151747876589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12982391&amp;postID=112289151747876589&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12982391/posts/default/112289151747876589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12982391/posts/default/112289151747876589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiern267.blogspot.com/2005/08/flirt.html' title='The Flirt'/><author><name>Pearlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15855577331509642850</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-12982391.post-112289090954529940</id><published>2005-08-01T18:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T17:06:13.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>China Girl</title><content type='html'>What luck I had today!! I had to sit beside a China girl whom I don't know very well. I don't mean to insult her, but come on, sometimes you have to tell the truth, right? What I expected was all those China pupils to be like the ones already in our class, mature and tall. But what I expected was not true. In fact, it was the opposite. At first, I admit, I was very excited when my form teacher, Miss Nurhuda(A Malay Teacher, which is what you should know, by looking at her name), told us that some pupils from China were coming. It was then that I thought that, wow, I'm sitting beside a genius! But then, the "Genius" was not what I expected her to be. So, the lesson learnt today is: Expect the unexpected!!!&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Please pardon me for my rudeness as I was really not that happy at that time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12982391-112289090954529940?l=weiern267.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiern267.blogspot.com/feeds/112289090954529940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12982391&amp;postID=112289090954529940&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12982391/posts/default/112289090954529940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12982391/posts/default/112289090954529940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiern267.blogspot.com/2005/08/china-girl.html' title='China Girl'/><author><name>Pearlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15855577331509642850</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-12982391.post-112280982076727677</id><published>2005-07-31T19:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T19:37:00.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Church</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I find going to the church quite a chore, even though I know its good for me. I just went to the church today. Its like, they have this 40 days of purpose campaign that lets us answer "THE BIG QUESTION" "What On Earth Am I Here For?" Up till now, I still don't know what on Earth am I here for. So, lets see whether I will know the answer to that question at the end of this campaign.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12982391-112280982076727677?l=weiern267.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiern267.blogspot.com/feeds/112280982076727677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12982391&amp;postID=112280982076727677&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12982391/posts/default/112280982076727677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12982391/posts/default/112280982076727677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiern267.blogspot.com/2005/07/church.html' title='Church'/><author><name>Pearlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15855577331509642850</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-12982391.post-112263830593040880</id><published>2005-07-29T19:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T19:26:56.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I really don't understand myself. I used to hate school a lot, but now I guess its the opposite. Annabel should know what I mean. Well, now school's the most favourable place for me. My home used to be the best, enjoyable and fun place but nowadays its the most boring place on Earth. There's nothing here at home for me to do, while there's so many activities at school to do and I will never feel bored going there. In fact, I look foward to it and moan and groan at home on weekends, longing to go to school to meet my friends and play basketball.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12982391-112263830593040880?l=weiern267.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiern267.blogspot.com/feeds/112263830593040880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12982391&amp;postID=112263830593040880&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12982391/posts/default/112263830593040880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12982391/posts/default/112263830593040880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiern267.blogspot.com/2005/07/school.html' title='School'/><author><name>Pearlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15855577331509642850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
