<?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-4568514217343588666</id><updated>2012-01-24T23:21:14.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bluepapercups</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>milkshake-lurve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16094013242144306158</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>161</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4568514217343588666.post-7834670356731294068</id><published>2012-01-24T23:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T23:20:06.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Screw this CNY shit, minus the food. Hate all this inter-family conflicts and all.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.. When will it be my turn to have a full extended family photo with my grandma..&lt;br /&gt;Hate this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday in 2 days. Not expecting anything.. especially from you.&lt;br /&gt;Done with making others happy. When is it my turn to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;#foreveralone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4568514217343588666-7834670356731294068?l=bluepapercups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/feeds/7834670356731294068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2012/01/screw-this-cny-shit-minus-food.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/7834670356731294068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/7834670356731294068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2012/01/screw-this-cny-shit-minus-food.html' title=''/><author><name>milkshake-lurve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16094013242144306158</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-4568514217343588666.post-3286319714715045174</id><published>2011-12-31T16:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T23:21:14.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alone on New Year's Eve</title><content type='html'>Well well, 2011 is finally coming to an end? What a year it has been! So many major events taking place, so many firsts and many lasts. I am proud to say that I've graduated from SAJC! That means no more school, no more uniforms, no more Cambridge exams for me. (: (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can say that I'm thankful for not just the good things that happened in 2011, but also the not so good things that occured in 2011. Without the bad stuff, I wouldn't have learnt life lessons, would I? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmmm... At least 2011 was better than 2010, despite struggling in school towards the A levels. I wasn't as emotionally-disturbed as I was in 2010. One step forward for me. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trip with my family to South Korea in December was amazing (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmmmm.. Few more hours before we say goodbye to 2011. Time has flown by so so quickly. I dont know what's in store for me in 2012, but I hope it'll be good! Maybe someday, you'll finally start talking to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year everyone, have an awesome year ahead and stay healthy. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4568514217343588666-3286319714715045174?l=bluepapercups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/feeds/3286319714715045174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2011/12/alone-on-new-year-eve.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/3286319714715045174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/3286319714715045174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2011/12/alone-on-new-year-eve.html' title='Alone on New Year&apos;s Eve'/><author><name>milkshake-lurve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16094013242144306158</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-4568514217343588666.post-714953860818023416</id><published>2011-09-25T00:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T00:48:59.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've never felt so miserable. Sigh.. &lt;br /&gt;Tonight the tears will fall.. Feelings that have been repressed for such a long time.&lt;br /&gt;When will the heart decide, I dont know.. But its killing me so badly. ]:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4568514217343588666-714953860818023416?l=bluepapercups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/feeds/714953860818023416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2011/09/ive-never-felt-so-miserable.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/714953860818023416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/714953860818023416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2011/09/ive-never-felt-so-miserable.html' title=''/><author><name>milkshake-lurve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16094013242144306158</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-4568514217343588666.post-651849137116864255</id><published>2011-09-24T15:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T16:18:37.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Officially Missing You.</title><content type='html'>Wow, it's been a really long time since I last posted something here huh. I've been so caught up with exams, revision, tests, mugging, and stuff like that. Sigh, I finally understand why people say JC life is damn tough. Yeah, I understand what "tough" means... more like hell actually. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hrmmmm... prelims are over and the dreaded A levels are in about a month and a few weeks time. Can't waste anymore time and can't afford anymore mental blockages during exams. Seriously, those moments are really !#$%^&amp;amp;** ):&amp;lt; Ahhh well, at least I know where I want to go after A's. I've got a Plan A and a Plan B. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freeeeedom in 9 weeks and 4 days! I can't freaking wait coz parents booked a 7D6N trip to South Korea babeh! :D Omgomg, I can't wait!! Okay, not because its snowing and all but omgggggg its Korea!! :D I am so gonna leave lots of room in my luggage for all the stuff I want to buy! Zomg facial products!! *squeals* ^^ Yup yup, heard from Rachel and Yanting that Korean clothes aren't that bad too. Hopefully they'll have some non-winter apparel (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dum dee dum... I baked today! My chocolate lamingtons look soooo yum yum :D Yup, everytime I walk past Madjacks at Nex and see their Raspberry lamingtons, I'd have this urge to bake them anddd I finally did (:&lt;br /&gt;Mmmmm... don't think I'll bake any cookies soon. Probably after A's! My post-Alevels things-to-do list is never ending (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty! I hope people still remember bluepapercups, heh! TTFN!&lt;br /&gt;Seeyou in 9 weeks! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4568514217343588666-651849137116864255?l=bluepapercups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/feeds/651849137116864255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2011/09/officially-missing-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/651849137116864255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/651849137116864255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2011/09/officially-missing-you.html' title='Officially Missing You.'/><author><name>milkshake-lurve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16094013242144306158</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-4568514217343588666.post-2431374095651762599</id><published>2011-07-02T19:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T19:29:02.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reminisce</title><content type='html'>Wow. I didn't realise my past few posts have been so emo. Well I guess I know what's wrong but yeah... I don't seem to have the strength to control myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A levels... you are such a bitch, seriously. ):&amp;lt; I regret choosing the JC route, although it's only 2 years before uni, but the amount of stress you have to go through is indescribable. Sometimes I feel so stress, I can actually plan my own death. Like seriously, who in the right mind would do that. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone asked me how I was in JC, all I said was I am so stress, I even thought about killing myself. I so wished I went to poly, to do business or something related. At least everything is in modules and all. Sigh, too late for regrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, I thought back and remembered those who were not close to me, yet they went all out to help me find a JC to appeal into. Even asking their teachers from their alma mata. I am thankful to have band conductors and instructors, and teacher in charge who were willing to help me. I guess.. we should all count our blessings and Not dwell upon stuff that makes us upset or angry for no reason? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing so many familiar faces today brought back so many happy memories of Secondary school. Although my first impression of the school wasn't very good, the culture was so different from the one I had in Australia, but at the end of the day.. I didn't just graduate with an average cert, but with friends who will always stay the same no matter what happens, or where they go. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Peicai so much, I really wish we could have a day where everyone from 4G 2009 came back and go through one math lesson with Miss Leow again. I miss the feeling so much. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's only 4 more months till the battle begins. It's time to wake up and Stop procrastinating like I always do and leave everything to the last minutes. Failure is Not going to be in my dictionary anymore and I am going to do my best and give everything I do, my Best Shot. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanling. You can do it :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4568514217343588666-2431374095651762599?l=bluepapercups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/feeds/2431374095651762599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2011/07/reminisce.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/2431374095651762599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/2431374095651762599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2011/07/reminisce.html' title='Reminisce'/><author><name>milkshake-lurve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16094013242144306158</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-4568514217343588666.post-4114787522486689974</id><published>2011-06-25T01:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T02:15:30.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Insomnia</title><content type='html'>Couldn't fall asleep yesterday.. until 3..&lt;br /&gt;Mind was like a whirlpool with everything messed up.&lt;br /&gt;Priorities and Responsibilities.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.. I have no where to run to.&lt;br /&gt;Its like a never-ending nightmare.. due to built up stress?&lt;br /&gt;I really dont know. Maybe its PMS again.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why don't fairytales exist...&lt;br /&gt;All the happily ever afters..  Are all Lies.&lt;br /&gt;Poison Apples. The world needs more of those, and less lemons.&lt;br /&gt;I need to walk.. Sigh, I wish Cindy was still alive to keep me company when I'm down.&lt;br /&gt;Best friend anyone can have, warm and cuddly... With a purple tongue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qwertyuioplkjhgfdsazxcvbnm&lt;br /&gt;Mnbvcxzlkjhgfdsapoiuytrewq&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going crazy. Damn you Brain. Just listen and feel the heart for once.&lt;br /&gt;Sgjswrufnkjwemjzhhcbnxzsqqweryjlppkmnxsafhklpifddancdawwgjjjokchdysysigsfigisgoxohxohxodysyostosgogsogsgkxgoxohcfdksystwqqtwtoyr&lt;br /&gt;yrortsdxbxmbxmbxvxlhcisifgozgkxlhcobl lbnlnljfytajsgkkg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its killing me inside.. So freaking bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4568514217343588666-4114787522486689974?l=bluepapercups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/feeds/4114787522486689974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2011/06/insomnia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/4114787522486689974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/4114787522486689974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2011/06/insomnia.html' title='Insomnia'/><author><name>milkshake-lurve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16094013242144306158</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-4568514217343588666.post-5308555788211717823</id><published>2011-06-24T01:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T01:33:27.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight</title><content type='html'>Finally understood why I bother watching the Twilight movies..&lt;br /&gt;Its not for Edwards sparkly body or Jacobs smoking hot abs ( i've seen better)&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its how Edward treats Bella... Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;I dont know why Im talking about Twilight rn, but its sll I can think of and its freaking annoying coz its keeping me awake.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;I need a shell and I'll roll myself away to neverland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it so difficult to be happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4568514217343588666-5308555788211717823?l=bluepapercups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/feeds/5308555788211717823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2011/06/twilight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/5308555788211717823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/5308555788211717823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2011/06/twilight.html' title='Twilight'/><author><name>milkshake-lurve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16094013242144306158</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-4568514217343588666.post-6613015629993747920</id><published>2011-06-21T22:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T22:33:27.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cry. Its all I can do.&lt;br /&gt;Heart to heart talks? They dont work anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Neither do comfort food.&lt;br /&gt;Cant pretend all of this is a nightmare.. and that everything will return to normal once I wake up. &lt;br /&gt;Because it wont.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to mug my way to success. &lt;br /&gt;I dont care if it takes a toll my health. Nobody cares, all they see is your results so that's what I'm going to give them.&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight. My pillow will be soaked tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Till next time,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4568514217343588666-6613015629993747920?l=bluepapercups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/feeds/6613015629993747920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2011/06/cry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/6613015629993747920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/6613015629993747920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2011/06/cry.html' title=''/><author><name>milkshake-lurve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16094013242144306158</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-4568514217343588666.post-7115502842131593712</id><published>2011-06-01T14:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T14:57:17.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mofo.</title><content type='html'>Fuck this seriously.&lt;br /&gt;Patience has its limits. Stretch it too far and you'll be in hell lot of trouble.&lt;br /&gt;Bringing FML to a whole new level.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4568514217343588666-7115502842131593712?l=bluepapercups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/feeds/7115502842131593712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2011/06/mofo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/7115502842131593712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/7115502842131593712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2011/06/mofo.html' title='Mofo.'/><author><name>milkshake-lurve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16094013242144306158</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-4568514217343588666.post-2315022825473451697</id><published>2011-05-25T00:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T00:50:09.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pressurized.</title><content type='html'>Sigh, I am feeling so stressed rn. Even though I try not to think that way, a lot of what I'm doing is saying so much. I lose so much hair.. Lack of sleep, failure to concentrate during lessons amd the list goes on..&lt;br /&gt;I dont know. I've never cried in such a long time.. Its like I dont want to stop. &lt;br /&gt;I am so stressed.. That I considered looking for the counsellor..&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I dont know if the things I do now are actually... Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know what Im saying. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pressure cooking inside gonna explode like no one has ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;I am&lt;br /&gt;Not prepared.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4568514217343588666-2315022825473451697?l=bluepapercups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/feeds/2315022825473451697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2011/05/pressurized.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/2315022825473451697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/2315022825473451697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2011/05/pressurized.html' title='Pressurized.'/><author><name>milkshake-lurve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16094013242144306158</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-4568514217343588666.post-1820817712261337694</id><published>2011-05-05T16:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T16:48:57.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seasonal Changes</title><content type='html'>Go on and take a bow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4568514217343588666-1820817712261337694?l=bluepapercups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/feeds/1820817712261337694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2011/05/seasonal-changes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/1820817712261337694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/1820817712261337694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2011/05/seasonal-changes.html' title='Seasonal Changes'/><author><name>milkshake-lurve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16094013242144306158</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-4568514217343588666.post-4851912972914214471</id><published>2011-05-03T17:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T18:31:42.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Turn Back Time</title><content type='html'>Even if it were possible, I wouldn't make the same mistake twice. I regret not accepting my other choice and came here instead. Sigh, but too late for regrets now. Just gotta keep moving forward ya? Mmmm.. Someone told me about the politics involved before, never thought I'd get myself involved but look where it got me now. Screw it seriously, some people have no idea what they are dealing with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's through all these things that you see Who your true friends are, and who are those that Pretend to be close to you but are actually out to sieve information. I really appreciate those who've been there when I was down and were willing to listen to me when nobody else did.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This whole saga has kinda allowed me to open my eyes to see what people are capable of doing just to achieve what they want. I only have one word for them, Karma.&lt;br /&gt;What you do to others, you'll get it back double one day. Kindness begets Kindness. So if you do evil, only god knows what'll happen. Good luck to you and I hope you're not afraid because it'll all come back to you in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, you can go and open the damn Mars bars yourself. I am not your servant, though you can start.. Servant Leader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTFN. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4568514217343588666-4851912972914214471?l=bluepapercups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/feeds/4851912972914214471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2011/05/turn-back-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/4851912972914214471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/4851912972914214471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2011/05/turn-back-time.html' title='Turn Back Time'/><author><name>milkshake-lurve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16094013242144306158</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-4568514217343588666.post-7524445703012672637</id><published>2011-05-02T23:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T06:40:40.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fool Again.</title><content type='html'>I look at my toes and say.. Im Sorry, its my fault again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4568514217343588666-7524445703012672637?l=bluepapercups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/feeds/7524445703012672637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-look-at-my-toes-and-say.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/7524445703012672637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/7524445703012672637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-look-at-my-toes-and-say.html' title='Fool Again.'/><author><name>milkshake-lurve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16094013242144306158</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-4568514217343588666.post-6059386212723938972</id><published>2011-04-13T23:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T23:10:55.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exhausted</title><content type='html'>"The only reason people hold on to memories so tight is because they're the only things that dont change when everything else does."&lt;br /&gt;Not necessarily true.. But most of the time it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know what to do and where to go now. Im so confused with everything, stressed out already.. And no encouraging words from anyone. I feeel very lost. ): I just pray that God will give me the strength to carry on and give me the support that I need.. &lt;br /&gt;I am so tired, really. No time and energy to revise when I get home everyday.. And I have to go through it every single day. What is happening... ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want someone to listen to me rant.. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better dead than alive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4568514217343588666-6059386212723938972?l=bluepapercups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/feeds/6059386212723938972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2011/04/exhausted.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/6059386212723938972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/6059386212723938972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2011/04/exhausted.html' title='Exhausted'/><author><name>milkshake-lurve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16094013242144306158</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-4568514217343588666.post-4088015467698237382</id><published>2011-04-12T11:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T11:22:01.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter</title><content type='html'>So naive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. F. Stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, its for real.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4568514217343588666-4088015467698237382?l=bluepapercups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/feeds/4088015467698237382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2011/04/winter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/4088015467698237382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/4088015467698237382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2011/04/winter.html' title='Winter'/><author><name>milkshake-lurve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16094013242144306158</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-4568514217343588666.post-4951315555855021909</id><published>2011-03-29T22:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T22:27:27.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#emonemo</title><content type='html'>Life's a Bitch. No, I'm not PMSing right now, but my life is so fcked up right now. #rage. &lt;em&gt;Seriously.&lt;/em&gt; Why is &lt;strong&gt;EVERYONE&lt;/strong&gt; blaming me for &lt;strong&gt;EVERYTHING&lt;/strong&gt;?! Like reminding you to buy bread is &lt;strong&gt;my FAULT&lt;/strong&gt;? I don't eat my dinner because I'm not hungry &lt;strong&gt;IS MY FAULT TOO&lt;/strong&gt;? Wtf is this. Feeling like a piece of shit right now. But even shit has some use. Damn everyone, seriously. Hate the feeling when you want to run away but there's no where to go. Why. Emo4life. Need.to.get.out.of.this.place. Wtf is comfort food when you can't even eat it. Screw you BT1, screw everyone. ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!#$%^&amp;amp;*()_+~:"&amp;lt;&amp;gt;?!#$%^&amp;amp;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4568514217343588666-4951315555855021909?l=bluepapercups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/feeds/4951315555855021909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2011/03/emonemo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/4951315555855021909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/4951315555855021909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2011/03/emonemo.html' title='#emonemo'/><author><name>milkshake-lurve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16094013242144306158</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-4568514217343588666.post-4953989547200412103</id><published>2011-03-26T22:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T22:31:00.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You never know when you're going to..</title><content type='html'>.. leave this world. Uh huh, judging from all the natural disasters that have occurred within the past three months alone, anything can happen.. anytime. What a great start for 2011 huh? So is this a taste of what the end of the world would be like? Floods in Queensland, Australia.. Earthquake in Christchurch NZ, Japan Earthquake + Tsunami, and the latest Earthquake in Thailand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it scary how the earthquake + tsunami wiped out parts of the world's third largest economy and more than 17, 000 are still missing? Mmmmm, and not to forget the radioactive scare that freaked out people around the world (including me) O: I watched a documentary on the Chenobyl disaster few years back, and I didn't know there was going to be a similar one just 5000+ km away from Singapore!! But thank god it's not as serious as the one in Ukraine during the 80s. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.. so this proves my point. We should cherish the people around us and the things we take for granted everyday, like having food to eat and even spending time with your family. I can't imagine what'll happen if one of my loved ones were missing if Singapore were to experience a natural disaster. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So live everyday as if its your last, because you never know when it really is. Do the things you want to do and say the things you want to say, of course.. nom the things you want to nom too! What's the point of saving so much money and not being able to bring it with you after you've passed on huh? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live your life to it's fullest and never forget the people that have accompanied you along the way! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4568514217343588666-4953989547200412103?l=bluepapercups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/feeds/4953989547200412103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2011/03/you-never-know-when-youre-going-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/4953989547200412103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/4953989547200412103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2011/03/you-never-know-when-youre-going-to.html' title='You never know when you&apos;re going to..'/><author><name>milkshake-lurve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16094013242144306158</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-4568514217343588666.post-8767096599344603672</id><published>2011-03-15T18:49:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T20:21:27.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lemons.</title><content type='html'>Sometimes when life gies you lemons, you freaking want to squish the lemon, stomp on it and find a way to f. destroy those lemons and pretend they never existed. Well, that's how I feel.. and what I want to do. Others may say that everything happens for a reason, so why not take those lemons and make full use out of them. Maybe they aren't so bad or sour.. and can be used for a bigger purpose. Whatever it is, the feeling of having those lemons pile up infront of you is f. depressing when you can't seem to do anything to remove them. Running away from those lemons will not solve the problem, because at the end of the day, those very lemons will still be there to haunt you.. Again. Also, removing the lemons at the top will not make those at the bottom which have been there for a long time to disappear either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no other way but to remove them one by one.. to get to the other side. Attempting to jump over them is not an option because in the end you'll just land up on your pile of lemons again, this time.. they're dispersed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is filled with lemons right now. They seem to be attracted to me and I don't know why. They're all sour, rotten and very.. depressing. The lemons come from an array of places.. sometimes they appear out of nowhere and are very sudden. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried removing these lemons in the past, trying to throw them back from where I saw them coming from but they seem to ricocheting back and forth. As a result, the lemon's condition worsens, I get bruised.. and I still end up with the lemon. Maybe ingesting them was a better idea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, it wasn't. It's so hard to remove this wall of lemons when you know you have to do it alone. Why? 'Cause I only have myself to blame. People make wrong/rash decisions sometimes or do something wrong and regret after, but it's already too late. But everyone does that right. Like they say, "To err is human". Hmmm, so I guess this process of removing lemons can also be a learning journey.. of some sort. One thing's for sure, one shouldn't depend on others to clear up your lemons and remove them for you because you'll have to wait till the end of time where you, and the lemons will disappear together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe compartmentalising the lemons may help.. and it's easier to start that way too. After staring at the lemons and trying to come up with a solution after a very long period of time, the best thing is to see the big picture and slowly remove them one by one, making sure the lemons you removed will not appear or get thrown back at you again and eventually, you will see the light on the other side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will create my very own demotivational poster on Lemons after my exams.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4568514217343588666-8767096599344603672?l=bluepapercups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/feeds/8767096599344603672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2011/03/lemons.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/8767096599344603672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/8767096599344603672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2011/03/lemons.html' title='Lemons.'/><author><name>milkshake-lurve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16094013242144306158</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-4568514217343588666.post-8110837146823688685</id><published>2011-03-13T07:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T08:01:04.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'>):</title><content type='html'>I want to sleep and not wake up..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4568514217343588666-8110837146823688685?l=bluepapercups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/feeds/8110837146823688685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2011/03/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/8110837146823688685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/8110837146823688685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2011/03/blog-post.html' title='):'/><author><name>milkshake-lurve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16094013242144306158</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-4568514217343588666.post-695373289817172686</id><published>2011-03-12T02:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T02:23:10.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Imy.</title><content type='html'>Just 3 more days.. Need to learn to survive.&lt;br /&gt;Someone get me outta here naooo.&lt;br /&gt;Can we escape? ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sniff, I want to go home. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4568514217343588666-695373289817172686?l=bluepapercups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/feeds/695373289817172686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2011/03/imy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/695373289817172686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/695373289817172686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2011/03/imy.html' title='Imy.'/><author><name>milkshake-lurve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16094013242144306158</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-4568514217343588666.post-1285891331674741449</id><published>2011-03-11T11:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T11:36:00.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Camp</title><content type='html'>I don't want to go. ):&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss my beddddd and shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see if I can make it out alive.&lt;br /&gt;BB.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4568514217343588666-1285891331674741449?l=bluepapercups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/feeds/1285891331674741449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2011/03/camp.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/1285891331674741449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/1285891331674741449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2011/03/camp.html' title='Camp'/><author><name>milkshake-lurve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16094013242144306158</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-4568514217343588666.post-4320396321698443272</id><published>2011-03-07T19:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T19:26:36.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boom Boom Pow</title><content type='html'>Hi.&lt;br /&gt;I have a throbbing headache.&lt;br /&gt;My head has been pounding since this afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;Any remedies besides panadol?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4568514217343588666-4320396321698443272?l=bluepapercups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/feeds/4320396321698443272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2011/03/boom-boom-pow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/4320396321698443272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/4320396321698443272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2011/03/boom-boom-pow.html' title='Boom Boom Pow'/><author><name>milkshake-lurve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16094013242144306158</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-4568514217343588666.post-4561055578367908607</id><published>2011-03-04T20:32:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T22:07:37.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Insecure 4eva.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WSfFzLIeRV8/TXDeHTYcEjI/AAAAAAAABOo/pwpWERuGAUE/s1600/tumblr_lgzu06clbX1qgd56do1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 290px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580204155355271730" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WSfFzLIeRV8/TXDeHTYcEjI/AAAAAAAABOo/pwpWERuGAUE/s320/tumblr_lgzu06clbX1qgd56do1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I resort to Tumblr to make myself laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, life's so f. screwed up. I have no idea how to explain how I'm feeling rn. Those close to me probably know, but I just feel at a lost rn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why people came up with Pandora's Box. Is it.. even true? Why did people believe in that in the past then. What if the world was void of all the things that came out from Pandora's Box.. will it really be a better place, a more harmonious place to live in? Hmmmm, I don't know but it does seem better than the world we live in now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any case, my window of opportunity just closed. I Will find a window and seize the next opportunity I get.. hopefully I'll find it soon. Maybe get help along the way too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; You were there when I needed you the most. I couldn't have asked for more.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighhhhhh. Ranting as usual.&lt;br /&gt;PMS is a bitch seriously. Argh =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese was f. disappointing. Don't want to talk about it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nobody said life was easy"&lt;br /&gt;Shit you, Nobody.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4568514217343588666-4561055578367908607?l=bluepapercups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/feeds/4561055578367908607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2011/03/insecure-4eva.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/4561055578367908607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/4561055578367908607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2011/03/insecure-4eva.html' title='Insecure 4eva.'/><author><name>milkshake-lurve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16094013242144306158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WSfFzLIeRV8/TXDeHTYcEjI/AAAAAAAABOo/pwpWERuGAUE/s72-c/tumblr_lgzu06clbX1qgd56do1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4568514217343588666.post-1561276440481331574</id><published>2011-03-03T23:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T23:50:29.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sigh</title><content type='html'>I miss being happy.&lt;br /&gt;I just want... To be happy.&lt;br /&gt;Why does that seem so hard to achieve?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The river does flow... Out of my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't happiness be bought?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4568514217343588666-1561276440481331574?l=bluepapercups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/feeds/1561276440481331574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2011/03/sigh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/1561276440481331574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/1561276440481331574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2011/03/sigh.html' title='Sigh'/><author><name>milkshake-lurve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16094013242144306158</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-4568514217343588666.post-1515179973288419616</id><published>2011-02-28T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T20:30:28.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-omGTCdr3kSI/TWuVTUjy78I/AAAAAAAABOg/1Xx18YjVMm4/s1600/Screenshot2011-02-25atAM013209.png"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 233px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578716722597392322" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-omGTCdr3kSI/TWuVTUjy78I/AAAAAAAABOg/1Xx18YjVMm4/s320/Screenshot2011-02-25atAM013209.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg, this is soooo saddddd. ): ): ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4568514217343588666-1515179973288419616?l=bluepapercups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/feeds/1515179973288419616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2011/02/omg-this-is-soooo-saddddd.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/1515179973288419616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/1515179973288419616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2011/02/omg-this-is-soooo-saddddd.html' title=''/><author><name>milkshake-lurve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16094013242144306158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-omGTCdr3kSI/TWuVTUjy78I/AAAAAAAABOg/1Xx18YjVMm4/s72-c/Screenshot2011-02-25atAM013209.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4568514217343588666.post-5682975855981255683</id><published>2011-02-25T19:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T20:26:26.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lies.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--iVTzgwayRs/TWeStHSJzFI/AAAAAAAABOY/8mg4ii4jXcQ/s1600/liar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 197px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577587967268605010" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--iVTzgwayRs/TWeStHSJzFI/AAAAAAAABOY/8mg4ii4jXcQ/s320/liar.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm like, The boy who cried wolf.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm damn hungry, I'll bite my own fingers off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finger food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4568514217343588666-5682975855981255683?l=bluepapercups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/feeds/5682975855981255683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2011/02/lies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/5682975855981255683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/5682975855981255683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2011/02/lies.html' title='Lies.'/><author><name>milkshake-lurve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16094013242144306158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--iVTzgwayRs/TWeStHSJzFI/AAAAAAAABOY/8mg4ii4jXcQ/s72-c/liar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4568514217343588666.post-1451610264270521032</id><published>2011-02-21T23:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T23:37:36.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Silent Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Sleep in heavenly peace...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired of school. Only about 8 to 9 more months to go. I'm afraid I won't have the energy to go through it all because it's already so draining now. Sniff.. how? ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CCA takes up so much time, teachers nagging in class wasting even more time.&lt;br /&gt;SIGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life sucksxzsxzsxzsxzsxzsxzsxzsxzsxz.&lt;br /&gt;I want to retire and travel around the world in a jet plane exploring places I can only dream about going to in my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, wo mei you qian. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate you, life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S&lt;br /&gt;I think people that are in LDR and yet can be so intimate after so many years is.. amazing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4568514217343588666-1451610264270521032?l=bluepapercups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/feeds/1451610264270521032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2011/02/silent-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/1451610264270521032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/1451610264270521032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2011/02/silent-night.html' title='Silent Night'/><author><name>milkshake-lurve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16094013242144306158</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-4568514217343588666.post-1069517065440323263</id><published>2011-02-14T22:54:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T23:18:34.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pink Red Blue Roses</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qrjXkMbhUV4/TVlFUYfa8qI/AAAAAAAABOQ/tyZsJHZESGU/s1600/tumblr_l4zkhu8i5j1qb3mkko1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573562230321640098" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qrjXkMbhUV4/TVlFUYfa8qI/AAAAAAAABOQ/tyZsJHZESGU/s320/tumblr_l4zkhu8i5j1qb3mkko1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Valentines' Day to everyone! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Especially those lucky people who have someone to spend it with.. hee (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uh huh, guys.. don't just treat your girl well on Valentines' Day, because then everyday should be Valentines' Day right? Haha (: Chocolates, Flowers, Soft Toys, Cards.. what's more important is that they come with sincerity from deep down inside. Omg that was so cheesy. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I didn't spend my Valentines' Day alone.. and let's just say I loved it. x)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4568514217343588666-1069517065440323263?l=bluepapercups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/feeds/1069517065440323263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2011/02/pink-red-blue-roses.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/1069517065440323263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/1069517065440323263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2011/02/pink-red-blue-roses.html' title='Pink Red Blue Roses'/><author><name>milkshake-lurve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16094013242144306158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qrjXkMbhUV4/TVlFUYfa8qI/AAAAAAAABOQ/tyZsJHZESGU/s72-c/tumblr_l4zkhu8i5j1qb3mkko1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4568514217343588666.post-6005356385938123825</id><published>2011-02-12T18:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T21:36:48.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Living in Fear</title><content type='html'>The only time I am damn afraid when the telephone rings. Omg...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have to do better for block tests. Omg omg omg.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be grounded. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg, my mum just told me stories about mother-in-laws.&lt;br /&gt;They really sound like.. monster-in-laws.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4568514217343588666-6005356385938123825?l=bluepapercups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/feeds/6005356385938123825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2011/02/living-in-fear.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/6005356385938123825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/6005356385938123825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2011/02/living-in-fear.html' title='Living in Fear'/><author><name>milkshake-lurve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16094013242144306158</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-4568514217343588666.post-8234968940874915710</id><published>2011-02-11T18:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T19:57:45.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a Toy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_dQH9xBTsZw/TVUkKn74k_I/AAAAAAAABOI/P_D_sdqF_YM/s1600/tumblr_lfh1k0hcvZ1qc49m9o1_500.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 145px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572399878878303218" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_dQH9xBTsZw/TVUkKn74k_I/AAAAAAAABOI/P_D_sdqF_YM/s320/tumblr_lfh1k0hcvZ1qc49m9o1_500.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The feeling.. when find out you're just being used for one's own benefit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;F!#$%^&amp;amp;* Taken for Granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate my life seriously. I wonder what I don't hate right now.&lt;br /&gt;No mood for comfort food.. I just want to sleep and not wake up.&lt;br /&gt;I.am.sad.for.life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4568514217343588666-8234968940874915710?l=bluepapercups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/feeds/8234968940874915710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2011/02/just-toy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/8234968940874915710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/8234968940874915710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2011/02/just-toy.html' title='Just a Toy'/><author><name>milkshake-lurve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16094013242144306158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_dQH9xBTsZw/TVUkKn74k_I/AAAAAAAABOI/P_D_sdqF_YM/s72-c/tumblr_lfh1k0hcvZ1qc49m9o1_500.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4568514217343588666.post-7566551560484475784</id><published>2011-02-08T20:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T20:14:30.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let It Flow</title><content type='html'>If the world became pitch black.. you can't see anyone but can only hear. Would you know where to find me if I called out your name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need laughing gas, pronto.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4568514217343588666-7566551560484475784?l=bluepapercups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/feeds/7566551560484475784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2011/02/let-it-flow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/7566551560484475784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/7566551560484475784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2011/02/let-it-flow.html' title='Let It Flow'/><author><name>milkshake-lurve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16094013242144306158</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-4568514217343588666.post-2787425045415133966</id><published>2011-02-03T20:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T20:30:04.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Expectations vs Reality</title><content type='html'>Happy Chinese New Year to all! (:&lt;br /&gt;I hope you guys had a great new year with lots of yummy food and moolah! Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmmm, just finished watching 500 Days of Summer. It's quite good actually, made me cryyy. I don't know why but I could relate to Tom.. throughout the movie, heh. It's so sad, the poor guy wasn't the person he used to be because of a girl he loved so much but she didn't want to start anything. In the end she married someone she met recently but didn't want to be his girlfriend because..&lt;br /&gt;"she woke up one day and knew what she was never sure of with him"&lt;br /&gt;Heartbreak max. ): ): ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, I didn't get to see my cousins from mum's side again. Haven't seen them for like two years already. Sigh, I don't know when I'll ever see them again. Either at a wedding, or a funeral. This sucks so much. I miss all the fun times we had during CNY playing cards, telling jokes and just chatting away. I hate thissssss. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4568514217343588666-2787425045415133966?l=bluepapercups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/feeds/2787425045415133966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2011/02/expectations-vs-reality.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/2787425045415133966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/2787425045415133966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2011/02/expectations-vs-reality.html' title='Expectations vs Reality'/><author><name>milkshake-lurve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16094013242144306158</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-4568514217343588666.post-7178734234284797179</id><published>2011-02-01T18:02:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T22:58:33.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Building a bridge</title><content type='html'>Before you compare people, maybe you should take a look at yourself in the mirror first. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg guess what! The over protective/defensive feeling is G-O-N-E! Like YAY! Okay, I never liked the feeling, no idea how t developed either but thank goodness I don't have to endure it anymore! [silent fight] Weeeheee. Okay, I don't think anyone knows what I'm talking about but... yup! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmmm.. I feel like sleeping BUT I should REALLY start studying first. My mum's gonna scream at me when my results arrive in the mail. Shizzles. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My skin allergy to some chemicals in the Veet wax strips I used was.. terrible. Omg, slept for like 3 hours only for two nights consecutively. My eyebags getting more obvious too. Mmmm, but this kinda taught me a lesson. Girls don't need to try so hard to impress guys, as long as they look presentable. Why? Because if the guy really loves you for who you are, it doesn't bother him if you're very hairy, pimply, have panda eyes and all the other stuff that girls try to avoid/remove. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found this online:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will wonder where he is at night&lt;br /&gt;You will wonder if he is true&lt;br /&gt;One moment you'll be happy&lt;br /&gt;One moment you'll be blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you get a chance to see him&lt;br /&gt;Your heart begins to dance&lt;br /&gt;Your life revolves around him&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing like romance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then it starts to happen&lt;br /&gt;You worry day and night&lt;br /&gt;You see my friend, you're losing him&lt;br /&gt;It never turns out right&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4568514217343588666-7178734234284797179?l=bluepapercups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/feeds/7178734234284797179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2011/02/building-bridge.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/7178734234284797179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/7178734234284797179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2011/02/building-bridge.html' title='Building a bridge'/><author><name>milkshake-lurve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16094013242144306158</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-4568514217343588666.post-1489051283939612093</id><published>2011-01-31T19:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T19:43:30.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reminisce</title><content type='html'>Mmmmm.. I love Long Bus Rides. (:&lt;br /&gt;It gives me time for myself, to think about lots of things. I really miss the old me.. I used to be so, happy and cheerful. I laughed so much everyday I was so scared I was gonna get wrinkles before I turn 21. I had so many friends... that cared. I loved my life then..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmmm, then I found out for myself that life doesn't only revolve around two people alone. Shirking responsibilty and doing things to please people around me by compromising my happiness was what I did practically everyday. I had no idea why though. It was kind of, new? I've never experienced that kind of thing before. You must be thinking how naive and dumb I was huh.. Mmmm, I didn't know what I was doing either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It got worse when jealousy set in. I couldn't control it? But I learnt how to.. already. (: There's no point of getting jealous.. about something so minute, tiny, itsy bitsy, small, yeah you get my drift. When you learn not to assume, expect, and anticipate, you realise life is so much more exciting because you never know what's going to happen next! Something I learnt too.. the hard way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things will never turn out the way you want it to be. Why? Because that's life. Bitch huh (: I never thought my life would become.. the way it is now. Never. But I chose my own path so that's what I get for making decisions on my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmmm, I don't know why I posted so much. Brain has been thinking actively, subconsciously. I used to have so many aspirations of what I wanted to be when I grew up, what I wanted my house to look like, what kind of car I wanted.. and even what my husband would look like. Thinking back.. it's funny how wild my imgination was. Hahaha (: Now when you ask me what I wish my future husband would be like.. I'd tell you, I don't know and I don't want to know. I don't want to have a "perfect guy" imagery in my head and tell myself to look for the certain kind of guy. Seriously, that'll never work and will also push away people that truly love and appreciate you for who you are. What matters most, is what the person is made of.. inside. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once the window of opportunity closes, it'll never be opened again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh.. but I know I only have one goal/aspiration now, for the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to be happy. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4568514217343588666-1489051283939612093?l=bluepapercups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/feeds/1489051283939612093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2011/01/reminisce.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/1489051283939612093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/1489051283939612093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2011/01/reminisce.html' title='Reminisce'/><author><name>milkshake-lurve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16094013242144306158</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-4568514217343588666.post-8756239400816818698</id><published>2011-01-25T21:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T21:25:24.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Expect, the Unexpected.</title><content type='html'>A year older tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FttEi_3uqfw/TT7PKvpw8OI/AAAAAAAABN8/HjvME1EvQDo/s1600/27.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566113972973793506" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FttEi_3uqfw/TT7PKvpw8OI/AAAAAAAABN8/HjvME1EvQDo/s320/27.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you guiz. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4568514217343588666-8756239400816818698?l=bluepapercups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/feeds/8756239400816818698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2011/01/expect-unexpected.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/8756239400816818698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/8756239400816818698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2011/01/expect-unexpected.html' title='Expect, the Unexpected.'/><author><name>milkshake-lurve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16094013242144306158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FttEi_3uqfw/TT7PKvpw8OI/AAAAAAAABN8/HjvME1EvQDo/s72-c/27.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4568514217343588666.post-577729620173328399</id><published>2011-01-23T09:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T10:00:08.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FttEi_3uqfw/TTuLjhC2g9I/AAAAAAAABN0/Aj46Nqq_P8k/s1600/gil02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 224px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565195206828393426" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FttEi_3uqfw/TTuLjhC2g9I/AAAAAAAABN0/Aj46Nqq_P8k/s320/gil02.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4568514217343588666-577729620173328399?l=bluepapercups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/feeds/577729620173328399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2011/01/pretty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/577729620173328399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/577729620173328399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2011/01/pretty.html' title=''/><author><name>milkshake-lurve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16094013242144306158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FttEi_3uqfw/TTuLjhC2g9I/AAAAAAAABN0/Aj46Nqq_P8k/s72-c/gil02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4568514217343588666.post-3578383396993063393</id><published>2011-01-21T22:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T23:44:38.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lacking.</title><content type='html'>Five more days? I'm so not looking forward to my birthday. All the hype I had in the past, anticipating my birthday has disappeared. Birthday wishes on facebook, how do you even know if people actually remember your birthday.. and not see it appear as "XXX's birthday" on their homepage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not even excited about Chinese New Year. I mean.. what's so special.&lt;br /&gt;I just want to get things over and done with. I wish I could grow old nao.. like be sixty plus years old or something. There are two ways I'll be spending my old age. Alone, or with the person I love and my children + grandchildren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so tired of school, seriously. I want to drop out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4568514217343588666-3578383396993063393?l=bluepapercups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/feeds/3578383396993063393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2011/01/lacking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/3578383396993063393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/3578383396993063393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2011/01/lacking.html' title='Lacking.'/><author><name>milkshake-lurve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16094013242144306158</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-4568514217343588666.post-4836511499469231697</id><published>2011-01-20T18:19:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T21:33:07.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inferior.</title><content type='html'>I am so tired..&lt;br /&gt;Don't know how I'm going to survive the year with this much energy left. Seriously, it's only the end of the second week. How am I supposed to last until December. What am I even doing with my life.. Somehow I kinda understand why people would commit suicide over certain things, like school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just an inferior good.. demerit good.. with negative externailities.. with demand that's close to 0. Because I'll never be good enough to meet everyone's expectations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screw life. Screw Mosquitos. Screw everything.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just waiting for the grim reaper to show. Where are you.&lt;br /&gt;So much for living life to it's fullest. Bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;Full of angry tears right nao.. stupid choked up feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have changed.. so much. I don't know who I am anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4568514217343588666-4836511499469231697?l=bluepapercups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/feeds/4836511499469231697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2011/01/inferior.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/4836511499469231697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/4836511499469231697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2011/01/inferior.html' title='Inferior.'/><author><name>milkshake-lurve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16094013242144306158</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-4568514217343588666.post-5656299314719056078</id><published>2011-01-18T17:02:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T23:29:53.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Build a bridge, and get over it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FttEi_3uqfw/TTVX07xISdI/AAAAAAAABNk/I9nnwlBBRU0/s1600/tumblr_kyvjq96yNz1qaqyqoo1_1280.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 301px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563449481594685906" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FttEi_3uqfw/TTVX07xISdI/AAAAAAAABNk/I9nnwlBBRU0/s320/tumblr_kyvjq96yNz1qaqyqoo1_1280.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awww... UP! (:&lt;br /&gt;The first picture looks quite scary actually. Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very very sleeeeepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4568514217343588666-5656299314719056078?l=bluepapercups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/feeds/5656299314719056078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2011/01/sorry-but-i-dont-think-youre-pretty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/5656299314719056078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/5656299314719056078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2011/01/sorry-but-i-dont-think-youre-pretty.html' title='Build a bridge, and get over it.'/><author><name>milkshake-lurve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16094013242144306158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FttEi_3uqfw/TTVX07xISdI/AAAAAAAABNk/I9nnwlBBRU0/s72-c/tumblr_kyvjq96yNz1qaqyqoo1_1280.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4568514217343588666.post-6058306081728473445</id><published>2011-01-16T18:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T18:05:44.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What I see myself doing in 10 years?</title><content type='html'>Well.. I don't really know. But all I want is to be happy.. with the person I love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4568514217343588666-6058306081728473445?l=bluepapercups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/feeds/6058306081728473445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2011/01/what-i-see-myself-doing-in-10-years.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/6058306081728473445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/6058306081728473445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2011/01/what-i-see-myself-doing-in-10-years.html' title='What I see myself doing in 10 years?'/><author><name>milkshake-lurve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16094013242144306158</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-4568514217343588666.post-5273681473206075142</id><published>2011-01-15T00:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T00:02:49.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am a failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should've died long time ago. What am I still doing here.&lt;br /&gt;Take me away nao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4568514217343588666-5273681473206075142?l=bluepapercups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/feeds/5273681473206075142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-am-failure.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/5273681473206075142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/5273681473206075142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-am-failure.html' title=''/><author><name>milkshake-lurve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16094013242144306158</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-4568514217343588666.post-5907545023358592444</id><published>2011-01-11T18:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T22:34:42.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'>11.1.11</title><content type='html'>Captain Hook: Old... Alone... Done for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me in 50 years. I should start saving for my coffin.&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait, I don't deserve one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Karma.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4568514217343588666-5907545023358592444?l=bluepapercups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/feeds/5907545023358592444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2011/01/11111.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/5907545023358592444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/5907545023358592444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2011/01/11111.html' title='11.1.11'/><author><name>milkshake-lurve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16094013242144306158</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-4568514217343588666.post-9211888817768809815</id><published>2011-01-06T18:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T19:55:43.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I just want to be Happy.</title><content type='html'>I know what my First New Year Resolution will be already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#1 To learn something new everyday.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup! Doesn't have to be academic stuff, or school related.. It can be anythinggg. (:&lt;br /&gt;Yeahhh. Okay, I am so bored. I love 谈情说案 nao ttm. Omg Tavia Yeung! &amp;amp; Raymond Lam's voice!! When you put them together.. *squeal!* ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want school to start.&lt;br /&gt;But I don't all the stress to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish Cantopop could take over the world. T_T&lt;br /&gt;Kpop = overrateddddd max.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4568514217343588666-9211888817768809815?l=bluepapercups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/feeds/9211888817768809815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-just-want-to-be-happy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/9211888817768809815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/9211888817768809815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-just-want-to-be-happy.html' title='I just want to be Happy.'/><author><name>milkshake-lurve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16094013242144306158</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-4568514217343588666.post-4465664973192476461</id><published>2011-01-02T11:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T11:57:22.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Second day of 2011</title><content type='html'>It's the second day of 2011 which also means 2 days nearer to the dreaded A level exams. I want to escape this.. nightmare, nao. Hate how we only have one chance in Nov/Dec to make everything "Perfect" aka score as many A's as you can. Screwwww it. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yanting's having it easy in UK with the same "A levels" but theirs are in modules, which makes their lives So much Easier. Omg, and she can afford to take triple science tooo. Why can't we have it the same way as the Brits do!! T__T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh, procrastinating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to picnic, and not be concerned about weather and mozzies. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4568514217343588666-4465664973192476461?l=bluepapercups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/feeds/4465664973192476461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2011/01/second-day-of-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/4465664973192476461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/4465664973192476461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2011/01/second-day-of-2011.html' title='Second day of 2011'/><author><name>milkshake-lurve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16094013242144306158</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-4568514217343588666.post-314817177206641731</id><published>2011-01-01T11:16:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T11:17:17.341+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye 2010, Hello 2011!</title><content type='html'>Happy New Year everyone! It's 2011 already? Didn't know one year could fly by so fasttt. Somehow I miss 2010, but that's what I said in 2010 about 2009. Heh =.=&lt;br /&gt;Oh well! At least there are things to look forward too! Like AFTER A LEVELS!! :DDD&lt;br /&gt;Nom nom nom, I wish everyone an awesome year ahead and to stay happy regardless of anything negative that may come your way! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learn to get to the root of the problem and solve it, rather than to give up. That way, you learn from your mistakes, and become a better and happier person! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S I want to go for my Honeymoon in Switzerland in the future! Why does everyone seem to go there for Honeymoons. Heh! The beautiful Swiss alps! (:&lt;br /&gt;Okay this was so random. =.=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4568514217343588666-314817177206641731?l=bluepapercups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/feeds/314817177206641731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2011/01/start-of-something-new.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/314817177206641731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/314817177206641731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2011/01/start-of-something-new.html' title='Goodbye 2010, Hello 2011!'/><author><name>milkshake-lurve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16094013242144306158</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-4568514217343588666.post-5703389917715894397</id><published>2010-12-28T22:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T22:30:57.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FttEi_3uqfw/TRyWV5cz9PI/AAAAAAAABNM/7E8Rm2T9zq8/s1600/DSC01020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556481343211435250" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FttEi_3uqfw/TRyWV5cz9PI/AAAAAAAABNM/7E8Rm2T9zq8/s320/DSC01020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The year's coming to an end.. Time for reflections? Haha, yeaaaah. Reflect upon the significant things that happened this year, those that made you better person, and those that did not. Well one thing's for sure, I &lt;strong&gt;changed&lt;/strong&gt; a lot. Mmmm, even my mum said so. But it's normal I guess, people do change right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realised people don't reveal their true colours until their last straw is broken? Uh huh, so true. One example is my CT. Hmmm, whatever. Don't really like her, the class, the Whole class doesn't so it's okie. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much has happened this year too.. so many Ups, and Downs. I guess I kinda learnt some things the hard way too but things Do happen for a reason right? No point regretting anything, just keep looking forward! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm, I have the feeling this year will end well.. just like how it started. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4568514217343588666-5703389917715894397?l=bluepapercups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/feeds/5703389917715894397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2010/12/2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/5703389917715894397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/5703389917715894397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2010/12/2010.html' title='2010'/><author><name>milkshake-lurve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16094013242144306158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FttEi_3uqfw/TRyWV5cz9PI/AAAAAAAABNM/7E8Rm2T9zq8/s72-c/DSC01020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4568514217343588666.post-2779728059122319129</id><published>2010-12-20T13:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T14:15:36.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Season of Giving</title><content type='html'>I made cookies! (:&lt;br /&gt;Your favourite cookies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4568514217343588666-2779728059122319129?l=bluepapercups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/feeds/2779728059122319129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2010/12/season-of-giving.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/2779728059122319129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/2779728059122319129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2010/12/season-of-giving.html' title='Season of Giving'/><author><name>milkshake-lurve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16094013242144306158</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-4568514217343588666.post-1412624324554193308</id><published>2010-11-30T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T21:16:24.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss.. Us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4568514217343588666-1412624324554193308?l=bluepapercups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/feeds/1412624324554193308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-miss-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/1412624324554193308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/1412624324554193308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-miss-you.html' title=''/><author><name>milkshake-lurve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16094013242144306158</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-4568514217343588666.post-3745855397651437251</id><published>2010-11-20T18:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T18:27:53.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breathe</title><content type='html'>I see your face in my mind as I drive away&lt;br /&gt;'Cause none of us thought it was gonna end that way&lt;br /&gt;People are people and sometimes we change our minds&lt;br /&gt;But it's killing me to see you go after all this time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music starts playin' like the end of a sad movie&lt;br /&gt;It's the kinda ending you don't really wanna see&lt;br /&gt;'Cause it's tragedy and it'll only bring you down&lt;br /&gt;Now I don't know what to be without you around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we know it's never simple, never easy&lt;br /&gt;Never a clean break, no one here to save me&lt;br /&gt;You're the only thing I know like the back of my hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can't breathe&lt;br /&gt;Without you, but I have to&lt;br /&gt;Breathe&lt;br /&gt;Without you, but I have to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never wanted this, never want to see you hurt&lt;br /&gt;Every little bump in the road I tried to swerve&lt;br /&gt;People are people and sometimes it doesn't work out&lt;br /&gt;Nothing we say is gonna save us from the fall out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we know it's never simple, never easy&lt;br /&gt;Never a clean break, no one here to save me&lt;br /&gt;You're the only thing I know like the back of my hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can't breathe&lt;br /&gt;Without you, but I have to&lt;br /&gt;Breathe&lt;br /&gt;Without you, but I have to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's two a.m., feelin' like I just lost a friend&lt;br /&gt;Hope you know it's not easy, easy for me&lt;br /&gt;It's two a.m., feelin' like I just lost a friend&lt;br /&gt;Hope you know this ain't easy, easy for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we know it's never simple, never easy&lt;br /&gt;Never a clean break, no one here to save me, oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't breathe&lt;br /&gt;Without you, but I have to&lt;br /&gt;Breathe&lt;br /&gt;Without you, but I have to&lt;br /&gt;Breathe&lt;br /&gt;Without you, but I have to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Taylor Swift, you seem to sing about my life nearly all the time.&lt;br /&gt;Tell me something I don't know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4568514217343588666-3745855397651437251?l=bluepapercups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/feeds/3745855397651437251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2010/11/breathe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/3745855397651437251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/3745855397651437251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2010/11/breathe.html' title='Breathe'/><author><name>milkshake-lurve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16094013242144306158</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-4568514217343588666.post-4762253322701497561</id><published>2010-11-16T20:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T20:06:13.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A kind of magic</title><content type='html'>There's nothing much to think about really.&lt;br /&gt;Why? Because..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Just Can't Stop Loving You.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4568514217343588666-4762253322701497561?l=bluepapercups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/feeds/4762253322701497561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2010/11/kind-of-magic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/4762253322701497561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/4762253322701497561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2010/11/kind-of-magic.html' title='A kind of magic'/><author><name>milkshake-lurve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16094013242144306158</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-4568514217343588666.post-391808257814545891</id><published>2010-11-06T21:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T22:11:54.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain Rain Go Away</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FttEi_3uqfw/TNVc06JPBfI/AAAAAAAABM4/xaM-i-Q6mCE/s1600/DSC01812.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536433380952835570" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FttEi_3uqfw/TNVc06JPBfI/AAAAAAAABM4/xaM-i-Q6mCE/s320/DSC01812.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yayyyyy Hershey's! :D&lt;br /&gt;Love this photo, heeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awww, why can't the rain come another dayyyy! ):&lt;br /&gt;I want to go for a picnic on a nice sunny/cloudy/breezy day! Rawrrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;But then again, when it rains it's the Best time to snuggle in bed under your blankie where it's nice and warm! Hehe. Especially when the air con in on too! Omg, I am so sleep-deprived. I don't remember when was the last time I woke up without an alarm. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24 more days till HK and I sound horrible. Howww.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4568514217343588666-391808257814545891?l=bluepapercups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/feeds/391808257814545891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2010/11/rain-rain-go-away.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/391808257814545891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/391808257814545891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2010/11/rain-rain-go-away.html' title='Rain Rain Go Away'/><author><name>milkshake-lurve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16094013242144306158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FttEi_3uqfw/TNVc06JPBfI/AAAAAAAABM4/xaM-i-Q6mCE/s72-c/DSC01812.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4568514217343588666.post-5309306661407177342</id><published>2010-11-03T23:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T23:24:33.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snuggle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FttEi_3uqfw/TNF-aQB5yyI/AAAAAAAABMw/TGcvZC64ArI/s1600/tumblr_l6o220Eqts1qc1wbg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535344406459697954" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FttEi_3uqfw/TNF-aQB5yyI/AAAAAAAABMw/TGcvZC64ArI/s320/tumblr_l6o220Eqts1qc1wbg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to sleepppp! ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wished my bedroom would look so neat and nice too! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so glad my OP is on the 3rd dayyyy! Means no school until the 16th! That's like a week of holidays during school term! WOOHOOOOO! (Y)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Think I'll bake or something on one of the days (after planning for so long). Cookies or cupcakes?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4568514217343588666-5309306661407177342?l=bluepapercups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/feeds/5309306661407177342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2010/11/snuggle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/5309306661407177342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/5309306661407177342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2010/11/snuggle.html' title='Snuggle'/><author><name>milkshake-lurve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16094013242144306158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FttEi_3uqfw/TNF-aQB5yyI/AAAAAAAABMw/TGcvZC64ArI/s72-c/tumblr_l6o220Eqts1qc1wbg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4568514217343588666.post-5368948601601057817</id><published>2010-11-02T20:25:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T20:38:53.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things are never as it seems</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FttEi_3uqfw/TNAFf2wi6eI/AAAAAAAABMo/QsZ5YIDB0SI/s1600/tumblr_kozfrcee2f1qzm0xto1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 230px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534929986871552482" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FttEi_3uqfw/TNAFf2wi6eI/AAAAAAAABMo/QsZ5YIDB0SI/s320/tumblr_kozfrcee2f1qzm0xto1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust in the lord. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were supposed to have sectionals today before we had masterclass, which I didn't know about but kinda ended up helping a very troubled Julia with her problems since nobody was taking her seriously. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought her section would be so.. segregated; because I've always thought they were the most harmonious one. All of them seemed to happy with each other, be it during band camps and stuff.. until today when Julia poured out everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess some people just need time to find, themselves? They are oblivious to the things around them and won't change because they're confortable with what they are doing right now but I guess it all takes a little time and lots of patience. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow whatever she said felt so familiar.. I don't know why. Hmmm, strange? Haha! But ya, I kinda like listening to people pour out their feelings.. even though they are usually negative but like it feels really good once you voice your own opinions and the other person feels better after keeping everything inside for so long. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg, OP dry run today was epicsxz. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Why do I need to speak louder? You want to hear me RAWR? ):&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4568514217343588666-5368948601601057817?l=bluepapercups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/feeds/5368948601601057817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2010/11/things-are-never-as-it-seems.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/5368948601601057817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/5368948601601057817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2010/11/things-are-never-as-it-seems.html' title='Things are never as it seems'/><author><name>milkshake-lurve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16094013242144306158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FttEi_3uqfw/TNAFf2wi6eI/AAAAAAAABMo/QsZ5YIDB0SI/s72-c/tumblr_kozfrcee2f1qzm0xto1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4568514217343588666.post-7677143379340037364</id><published>2010-11-01T17:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T17:59:27.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FREEDOM</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FttEi_3uqfw/TM6PPA55SiI/AAAAAAAABMg/4n5FTMRxN3k/s1600/tumblr_lb6xedCqQ81qe8xbvo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534518480188557858" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FttEi_3uqfw/TM6PPA55SiI/AAAAAAAABMg/4n5FTMRxN3k/s320/tumblr_lb6xedCqQ81qe8xbvo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No more Chinese lessons/exams/oral/listening comprehensions/what not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Forver. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Omg, lao shi went through the EXACT same comprehension as the A level one, last friday during lesson. BRAZIL TORTOISE! Knowing me, I didn't listen (Duh) Shit mannnn, I wished I did listen when she went through the questions. Rawr. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;OP in 9 days time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HK in 1 month.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4568514217343588666-7677143379340037364?l=bluepapercups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/feeds/7677143379340037364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2010/11/freedom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/7677143379340037364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/7677143379340037364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2010/11/freedom.html' title='FREEDOM'/><author><name>milkshake-lurve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16094013242144306158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FttEi_3uqfw/TM6PPA55SiI/AAAAAAAABMg/4n5FTMRxN3k/s72-c/tumblr_lb6xedCqQ81qe8xbvo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4568514217343588666.post-2697784108555239638</id><published>2010-10-30T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T22:37:13.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I will be Here</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow morning if you wake up&lt;br /&gt;and the sun does not appear&lt;br /&gt;I will be here&lt;br /&gt;If in the dark, we lose sight of love&lt;br /&gt;Hold my hand, and have no fear&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I will be here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be here&lt;br /&gt;When you feel like being quiet&lt;br /&gt;When you need to speak your mind&lt;br /&gt;I will listen&lt;br /&gt;And I will be here&lt;br /&gt;When the laughter turns to cryin'&lt;br /&gt;Through the winning, losing and trying&lt;br /&gt;We'll be together&lt;br /&gt;I will be here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow morning, if you wake up&lt;br /&gt;And the future is unclear&lt;br /&gt;I will be here&lt;br /&gt;Just as sure as seasons were made for change&lt;br /&gt;Our lifetimes were made for these years&lt;br /&gt;So I will be here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be here&lt;br /&gt;And you can cry on my shoulder&lt;br /&gt;When the mirror tells us we're older&lt;br /&gt;I will hold you&lt;br /&gt;And I will be here&lt;br /&gt;To watch you grow in beauty&lt;br /&gt;And tell you all the things you are to me&lt;br /&gt;I will be here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice song! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reality check: Chinese A levels in less than TWO days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4568514217343588666-2697784108555239638?l=bluepapercups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/feeds/2697784108555239638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-will-be-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/2697784108555239638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/2697784108555239638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-will-be-here.html' title='I will be Here'/><author><name>milkshake-lurve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16094013242144306158</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-4568514217343588666.post-7430185201255575819</id><published>2010-10-29T16:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T16:54:27.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Impression</title><content type='html'>When I first saw my CT, I thought she was really nice. Someone who was passionate about teaching and caring for the class because she looked quite "motherly" to me, even the way she expressed herself too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess all that has changed after I read her comments she SMSed momo to SMS the class about. PW does bring out the worse in everyone, revealing her true colours for all of us to see. Seriously, if we had to prepare for "polytechnic" we won't give a damn about PW anymore. You can care about your reputation for all you want, our class doesn't give a shit. (Actually, this is one of the rare times our class is so united. Haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, WR done. I&amp;amp;R done.&lt;br /&gt;OP AND CHINESE A's left!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg today was the last CHINESE lesson ever! WHEEEEE (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4568514217343588666-7430185201255575819?l=bluepapercups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/feeds/7430185201255575819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2010/10/first-impression.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/7430185201255575819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/7430185201255575819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2010/10/first-impression.html' title='First Impression'/><author><name>milkshake-lurve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16094013242144306158</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-4568514217343588666.post-6630108747064664168</id><published>2010-10-28T01:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T01:08:12.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PEE-W.</title><content type='html'>Rawr, I am so sleepy. I hate staying up all night doing PW instead of playing or doing something that's not academic related. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to sleeeeeep with my bolster.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4568514217343588666-6630108747064664168?l=bluepapercups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/feeds/6630108747064664168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2010/10/pee-w.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/6630108747064664168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/6630108747064664168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2010/10/pee-w.html' title='PEE-W.'/><author><name>milkshake-lurve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16094013242144306158</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-4568514217343588666.post-654382905401434591</id><published>2010-10-26T19:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T19:23:15.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miracles</title><content type='html'>That is why, I believe in miracles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PROMOTED. X)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4568514217343588666-654382905401434591?l=bluepapercups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/feeds/654382905401434591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2010/10/miracles.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/654382905401434591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/654382905401434591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2010/10/miracles.html' title='Miracles'/><author><name>milkshake-lurve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16094013242144306158</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-4568514217343588666.post-8186013811768437907</id><published>2010-10-22T22:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T19:27:31.871+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A little misunderstanding.. I'm really sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could turn back time&lt;br /&gt;If I could find a way I'd take back those words that hurt you and you'd stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I did the things I did I don't know why I said the things I said&lt;br /&gt;Pride's like a knife it can cut deep inside&lt;br /&gt;Words are like weapons they wound sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't really mean to hurt you I didn't wanna see you go I know I made you cry, but baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could turn back time&lt;br /&gt;If I could find a way&lt;br /&gt;I'd take back those words that hurt you&lt;br /&gt;And you'd stay&lt;br /&gt;If I could reach the stars&lt;br /&gt;I'd give them all to you&lt;br /&gt;Then you'd love me, love me&lt;br /&gt;Like you used to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could turn back time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My world was shattered I was torn apart&lt;br /&gt;Like someone took a knife and drove it deep in my heart&lt;br /&gt;You walked out that door I swore that I didn't care&lt;br /&gt;But I lost everything darling then and there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too strong to tell you I was sorry&lt;br /&gt;Too proud to tell you I was wrong&lt;br /&gt;I know that I was blind, and ooh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could turn back time&lt;br /&gt;If I could find a way&lt;br /&gt;I'd take back those words that hurt you&lt;br /&gt;If I could reach the stars&lt;br /&gt;I'd give them all to you&lt;br /&gt;Then you'd love me, love me&lt;br /&gt;Like you used to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could turn back time (turn back time)&lt;br /&gt;If I could find a way (find a way)&lt;br /&gt;Then baby, maybe, maybe&lt;br /&gt;You'd stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reach the stars&lt;br /&gt;If I could reach the stars&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4568514217343588666-8186013811768437907?l=bluepapercups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/feeds/8186013811768437907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2010/10/sometimes-little-misunderstanding-leads.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/8186013811768437907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/8186013811768437907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2010/10/sometimes-little-misunderstanding-leads.html' title=''/><author><name>milkshake-lurve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16094013242144306158</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-4568514217343588666.post-431032895153982585</id><published>2010-10-19T17:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T17:57:31.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LGMH</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FttEi_3uqfw/TL1rajdbP3I/AAAAAAAABMY/3M7qvfhJTa4/s1600/tumblr_l96rbgfWVd1qdogqlo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 210px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529694021420269426" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FttEi_3uqfw/TL1rajdbP3I/AAAAAAAABMY/3M7qvfhJTa4/s320/tumblr_l96rbgfWVd1qdogqlo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today on the bus home, I saw this young mum singing Barney's "I love you" song to her three-year-old daughter. She told the daughter to sing it to her friends, and kept encouraging her to sing along too. I couldn't help but smile at how patient the mum was with her little daughter, even when she wasn't listening to her at times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The little girl turned to look at me, and I smiled back. To my surprise, she smiled back sweetly at me. It was so adorable, how an innocent little girl would smile to a stranger.. She was conversing in mandarin with her mum too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's one of those things where you can't help but go Awwww.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The mum's love for her child, GMH. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4568514217343588666-431032895153982585?l=bluepapercups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/feeds/431032895153982585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2010/10/lgmh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/431032895153982585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/431032895153982585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2010/10/lgmh.html' title='LGMH'/><author><name>milkshake-lurve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16094013242144306158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FttEi_3uqfw/TL1rajdbP3I/AAAAAAAABMY/3M7qvfhJTa4/s72-c/tumblr_l96rbgfWVd1qdogqlo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4568514217343588666.post-7309403164926844610</id><published>2010-10-18T18:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T23:00:43.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Notebook</title><content type='html'>"My Dearest Allie. I couldn't sleep last night because I know that it's over between us. I'm not bitter anymore, because I know that what we had was real. And if in some distant place in the future we see each other in our new lives, I'll smile at you with joy and remember how we spent the summer beneath the trees, learning from each other and growing in love. The best love is the kind that awakens the soul and makes us reach for more, that plants a fire in our hearts and brings peace to our minds, and that's what you've given me. That's what I hope to give to you forever. I love you. I'll be seeing you. Noah"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Young Allie: Why didn't you write me? Why? It wasn't over for me, I waited for you for seven years. But now it's too late.&lt;br /&gt;Young Noah: I wrote you 365 letters. I wrote you everyday for a year.&lt;br /&gt;Young Allie: You wrote me?&lt;br /&gt;Young Noah: Yes... it wasn't over, it still isn't over&lt;br /&gt;[kisses Allie]"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So it's not gonna be easy. It's going to be really hard; we're gonna have to work at this everyday, but I want to do that because I want you. I want all of you, forever, everyday. You and me... everyday."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She had come back into his life like a sudden flame; blazing and streaming into his heart. Noah stayed up all night contemplating the certain agony he knew would be his if he were to lose her twice"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is why no matter how many times I watch The Notebook, I'll still cry.&lt;br /&gt;Allie and Noah.. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're ever feeling down, go to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lovegivesmehope.com/"&gt;http://www.lovegivesmehope.com&lt;/a&gt; and you'll feel much better. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4568514217343588666-7309403164926844610?l=bluepapercups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/feeds/7309403164926844610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2010/10/notebook.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/7309403164926844610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/7309403164926844610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2010/10/notebook.html' title='The Notebook'/><author><name>milkshake-lurve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16094013242144306158</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-4568514217343588666.post-8482079818652827876</id><published>2010-10-16T23:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T10:55:21.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not just an option</title><content type='html'>Someone sing with me, please? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FttEi_3uqfw/TLplhv5YR0I/AAAAAAAABMQ/n0rnmnRiT64/s1600/HowToTrainYourDragon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 215px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528843123017926466" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FttEi_3uqfw/TLplhv5YR0I/AAAAAAAABMQ/n0rnmnRiT64/s320/HowToTrainYourDragon.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best movie ever. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's been one of those days&lt;br /&gt;When everything just feels so far away&lt;br /&gt;Hope don't be a stranger&lt;br /&gt;Won't you help me make it through today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then a voice comes calling out to me&lt;br /&gt;You're never alone cause I am with you&lt;br /&gt;And I will always be&lt;br /&gt;I will hold you cause you belong to me&lt;br /&gt;You're never alone cause I'll be with you&lt;br /&gt;For all eternity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone tell me how I&lt;br /&gt;Stumble into doubting all the time&lt;br /&gt;Some days I'm all together&lt;br /&gt;And other days I stand here asking why&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4568514217343588666-8482079818652827876?l=bluepapercups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/feeds/8482079818652827876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2010/10/not-just-option.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/8482079818652827876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/8482079818652827876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2010/10/not-just-option.html' title='Not just an option'/><author><name>milkshake-lurve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16094013242144306158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FttEi_3uqfw/TLplhv5YR0I/AAAAAAAABMQ/n0rnmnRiT64/s72-c/HowToTrainYourDragon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4568514217343588666.post-4329983896684890662</id><published>2010-10-15T22:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T22:39:33.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Guardian Angel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FttEi_3uqfw/TLhni1G1peI/AAAAAAAABMI/MLGdpQizQW0/s1600/tumblr_l9z20v6lfo1qa6fdko1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528282390666257890" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FttEi_3uqfw/TLhni1G1peI/AAAAAAAABMI/MLGdpQizQW0/s320/tumblr_l9z20v6lfo1qa6fdko1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heard this on JT's iPhone today. Apparently, it's an old song but uhh I obviously haven't heard it before. It's nice though! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Guardian Angel - The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I see your smile&lt;br /&gt;Tears run down my face&lt;br /&gt;I can't replace&lt;br /&gt;And now that I'm strong&lt;br /&gt;I have figured out&lt;br /&gt;How this world turns cold&lt;br /&gt;and it breaks through my soul&lt;br /&gt;And I know I'll find&lt;br /&gt;deep inside me&lt;br /&gt;I can be the one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never let you fall (let you fall)&lt;br /&gt;I'll stand up with you forever&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you through it all (though it all)&lt;br /&gt;Even if saving you sends me to heaven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's okay. It's okay. It's okay.&lt;br /&gt;Seasons are changing&lt;br /&gt;And waves are crashing&lt;br /&gt;And stars are falling all for us&lt;br /&gt;Days grow longer and nights grow shorter&lt;br /&gt;I can show you I'll be the one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never let you fall (let you fall)&lt;br /&gt;I'll stand up with you forever&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you through it all (through it all)&lt;br /&gt;Even if saving you sends me to heaven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuz you're my, you're my, my, my true love, my whole heart&lt;br /&gt;Please don't throw that away&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I'm here for you&lt;br /&gt;Please don't walk away and&lt;br /&gt;Please tell me you'll stay, stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Use me as you will&lt;br /&gt;Pull my strings just for a thrill&lt;br /&gt;And I know I'll be okay&lt;br /&gt;Though my skies are turning gray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never let you fall&lt;br /&gt;I'll stand up with you forever&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you through it all&lt;br /&gt;Even if saving you sends me to heaven&lt;br /&gt;[to fade]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4568514217343588666-4329983896684890662?l=bluepapercups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/feeds/4329983896684890662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2010/10/your-guardian-angel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/4329983896684890662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/4329983896684890662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2010/10/your-guardian-angel.html' title='Your Guardian Angel'/><author><name>milkshake-lurve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16094013242144306158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FttEi_3uqfw/TLhni1G1peI/AAAAAAAABMI/MLGdpQizQW0/s72-c/tumblr_l9z20v6lfo1qa6fdko1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4568514217343588666.post-8759829938966783589</id><published>2010-10-12T19:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T19:41:19.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trawbles?</title><content type='html'>Hello worldddddd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bleah, been feeling pretty troubled lately. Crying almost everyday because these negative thoughts just pop up randomly in your head. I really wanted to just end my... ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmmm, sat alone in school for about 7 hours yesterday because 3/4 of my very lovely 10S29 ponned school. AHEMMM. But yeah, so many lessons cancelled too. So I didn't even know why I went to school, lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank god for my best friendddd who kept me company in between. X)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yup, talked about my troubles too. I feel so much better now, seems like the weight that was pulling me down has finally been lifted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you for listening. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rahhh, I don't like listening to songs with lyrics nao. It doesn't let you think and process your thoughts and emotions through the song.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yay Final Fantasy Piano Collections! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Life's a bitch, if you're a dog. X)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A little something to laugh at before I go!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FttEi_3uqfw/TLRIzc5KRhI/AAAAAAAABMA/ej9gn_bvo_w/s1600/tumblr_l76bxjhUcK1qa1id2o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527122691456910866" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FttEi_3uqfw/TLRIzc5KRhI/AAAAAAAABMA/ej9gn_bvo_w/s320/tumblr_l76bxjhUcK1qa1id2o1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Motivational much? &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4568514217343588666-8759829938966783589?l=bluepapercups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/feeds/8759829938966783589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2010/10/trawbles.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/8759829938966783589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/8759829938966783589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2010/10/trawbles.html' title='Trawbles?'/><author><name>milkshake-lurve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16094013242144306158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FttEi_3uqfw/TLRIzc5KRhI/AAAAAAAABMA/ej9gn_bvo_w/s72-c/tumblr_l76bxjhUcK1qa1id2o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4568514217343588666.post-1253641884170617540</id><published>2010-10-09T00:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T00:46:04.567+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Boy: I broke up with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His Best Friend: What happened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy: She’s just too much for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His Best Friend: What makes you say that? What did she do wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Well, for one.. She only cared about her appearance. Always had to look good, always took forever to get dressed! So insecure..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His Best Friend: So, you broke her heart because she wanted to keep your eyes locked on her? She wanted you to see that you have the prettiest girl under your sleeve and not think otherwise? I see..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Oh.. Well.. She’d often call me or text me asking where I am, who I’m with, telling me not to smoke, not to drink. She’s so clingy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His Best Friend: So, you broke her heart because she cares about your well being? Because she cares about you a lot? And her greatest fear is losing you. I see..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy: But.. Uhh.. Well, she’d always cry when I say something slightly mean. She can’t handle anything. She’s a crybaby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His Best Friend: So, you broke her heart because she has feelings? And because she just wanted to hear you say you love her? I see..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy: I.. Well! You know, she’d get jealous easily. I could barely talk to other girls! She’s so annoying! I had to hide it from her so she wouldn’t bitch about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His Best Friend: So, you broke her heart because she just wanted you to commit to her? She thought you were faithful, but you lied so she could find out later and hurt even more? She just wanted the guy she loves the most to love only her. I see..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Well, she..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His Best Friend: You broke up with her because she’s good for you? She just wanted the best for you? She’s broken now because you were selfish. Are you proud?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy: I broke her heart.. Because I couldn’t see what was happening.. What happened to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His Best Friend: You lost the girl that loved you like no one else could. You see? You didn’t want her when all she ever wanted was you. THAT’S what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor girl. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4568514217343588666-1253641884170617540?l=bluepapercups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/feeds/1253641884170617540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2010/10/boy-i-broke-up-with-her.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/1253641884170617540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/1253641884170617540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2010/10/boy-i-broke-up-with-her.html' title=''/><author><name>milkshake-lurve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16094013242144306158</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-4568514217343588666.post-4996138845886631166</id><published>2010-10-08T18:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T23:18:30.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Success in Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FttEi_3uqfw/TK8qca3y5tI/AAAAAAAABL4/n0cSpBVclXQ/s1600/tumblr_l9y0xhvY0r1qbpwzeo1_500.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525681935544936146" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FttEi_3uqfw/TK8qca3y5tI/AAAAAAAABL4/n0cSpBVclXQ/s320/tumblr_l9y0xhvY0r1qbpwzeo1_500.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmmm, had some talk on what being successful in life meant.. well that's the only part I listened to. &amp;amp; that got me thinking too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do I think being successful in life meant. Well, first thing that came to my mind was to accomplish your goals you have set. Even though some may be short term, it's still a success when you accomplish it and feel good about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, was to live your life to it's fullest and not waste any of the 1440 minutes given to you every day. Somehow, this feels contradicting right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... yeah. Oh! An important one, is to bring happiness to others and let them feel good about themselves (even though it means compromising your own). (:&lt;br /&gt;Being selfless.. and accept criticism humbly, not taking revenge on others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you had only one more day to live, what would you do in the last 24 hours?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I never liked Korean Japanese Music. No offense, you do listen to it. But can you understand it? Well, I think lyrics matter the most in music, yaknow?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4568514217343588666-4996138845886631166?l=bluepapercups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/feeds/4996138845886631166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2010/10/success-in-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/4996138845886631166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/4996138845886631166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2010/10/success-in-life.html' title='Success in Life'/><author><name>milkshake-lurve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16094013242144306158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FttEi_3uqfw/TK8qca3y5tI/AAAAAAAABL4/n0cSpBVclXQ/s72-c/tumblr_l9y0xhvY0r1qbpwzeo1_500.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4568514217343588666.post-4340040353337370410</id><published>2010-10-06T23:18:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T19:49:02.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Joy?</title><content type='html'>Promos are over!!!! (Like finally.)&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, think I'll do badly so I need to start studying again soon. Sigh ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to look for Tania today since I was in town getting stuff. Awww, it was really nice to see her again! Haha. Chatted for awhile before she was busy again and I left to get stuff for mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm.. was reading MM's eulogy to his wife. I must say it is really touching, knowing that true love really does exist in this world.. How they've been together for almost 3/4 of their lives. It's really amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; it is really, "till death do us part"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found the lyrics to this song few days back. Haven't heard the actual song yet, but I think the lyrics are really sweet. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Frank Sinatra: What Are You Doing The Rest Of Your Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want to see your face in every kind of light&lt;br /&gt;In fields of dawn and forests of the night&lt;br /&gt;And when you stand before the candles on a cake&lt;br /&gt;Oh, let me be the one to hear the silent wish you make&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you doing the rest of your life?&lt;br /&gt;North and South and East and West of your life&lt;br /&gt;I have only one request of your life&lt;br /&gt;That you spend it all with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the seasons and the times of your days&lt;br /&gt;All the nickels and the dimes of your days&lt;br /&gt;Let the reasons and the rhymes of your days&lt;br /&gt;All begin and end with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to see your face in every kind of light&lt;br /&gt;In the fields of dawn and the forests of the night&lt;br /&gt;And when you stand before the candles on a cake&lt;br /&gt;Oh, let me be the one to hear the silent wish you make&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those tomorrows waiting deep in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;In the world of love that you keep in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I'll awaken what's asleep in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;It may take a kiss or two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through all of my life&lt;br /&gt;Summer, Winter, Spring, and Fall of my life&lt;br /&gt;All I ever will recall of my life&lt;br /&gt;Is all of my life with you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andddd, yup. Wanling has also learnt how to control her emotions and not let unecessary thoughts and assumptions consume her of her joy and happiness like a dementor during this period of time. I must say, I feel as though I've grown into a stronger person than before. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm defying gravity. Nothing can pull me down. (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4568514217343588666-4340040353337370410?l=bluepapercups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/feeds/4340040353337370410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2010/10/joy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/4340040353337370410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/4340040353337370410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2010/10/joy.html' title='Joy?'/><author><name>milkshake-lurve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16094013242144306158</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-4568514217343588666.post-2565546662146122674</id><published>2010-10-01T18:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T18:53:50.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BYE-OH (BIO)</title><content type='html'>WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO MORE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;GP&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;CHINESE&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ECONS&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;BIO&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(For now. =.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIVE more days till everything's over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4568514217343588666-2565546662146122674?l=bluepapercups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/feeds/2565546662146122674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2010/10/bye-oh-bio.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/2565546662146122674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/2565546662146122674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2010/10/bye-oh-bio.html' title='BYE-OH (BIO)'/><author><name>milkshake-lurve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16094013242144306158</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-4568514217343588666.post-7992342678227517558</id><published>2010-09-25T19:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T19:58:19.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG I MISS MY CANTOPOP SONGS SO MUCH.&lt;br /&gt;-SQUEALS-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;鄧麗欣 方力申 - 十分．愛&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEHEHEHEHEHE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4568514217343588666-7992342678227517558?l=bluepapercups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/feeds/7992342678227517558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2010/09/omg-i-miss-my-cantopop-songs-so-much.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/7992342678227517558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/7992342678227517558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2010/09/omg-i-miss-my-cantopop-songs-so-much.html' title=''/><author><name>milkshake-lurve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16094013242144306158</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-4568514217343588666.post-9040057933353804937</id><published>2010-09-24T18:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T18:39:06.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I never thought I'd feel this way again.&lt;br /&gt;Someone please take the pain away..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so naive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4568514217343588666-9040057933353804937?l=bluepapercups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/feeds/9040057933353804937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-never-thought-id-feel-this-way-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/9040057933353804937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/9040057933353804937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-never-thought-id-feel-this-way-again.html' title=''/><author><name>milkshake-lurve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16094013242144306158</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-4568514217343588666.post-8527699610834265115</id><published>2010-09-23T18:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T19:09:16.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Care &amp; Concern</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FttEi_3uqfw/TJs1IPZ4rvI/AAAAAAAABLQ/dD00eykU1lA/s1600/tumblr_l94wj0KEQL1qbpis2o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 315px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520064183963004658" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FttEi_3uqfw/TJs1IPZ4rvI/AAAAAAAABLQ/dD00eykU1lA/s320/tumblr_l94wj0KEQL1qbpis2o1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes, all you need is a hug to make it all better. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4568514217343588666-8527699610834265115?l=bluepapercups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/feeds/8527699610834265115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2010/09/care-concern.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/8527699610834265115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/8527699610834265115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2010/09/care-concern.html' title='Care &amp; Concern'/><author><name>milkshake-lurve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16094013242144306158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FttEi_3uqfw/TJs1IPZ4rvI/AAAAAAAABLQ/dD00eykU1lA/s72-c/tumblr_l94wj0KEQL1qbpis2o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4568514217343588666.post-2072505395251698420</id><published>2010-09-22T18:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T18:58:31.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'>中秋節快樂</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FttEi_3uqfw/TJnhQia4P_I/AAAAAAAABK4/09EEgKGiNjk/s1600/tumblr_l94xt5dVqb1qbz0bv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519690492552953842" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FttEi_3uqfw/TJnhQia4P_I/AAAAAAAABK4/09EEgKGiNjk/s320/tumblr_l94xt5dVqb1qbz0bv.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;中秋節快樂!&lt;br /&gt;Happy Mid-Autumn Festival, my friends. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember to look at the moon tonight!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4568514217343588666-2072505395251698420?l=bluepapercups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/feeds/2072505395251698420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2010/09/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/2072505395251698420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/2072505395251698420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2010/09/blog-post.html' title='中秋節快樂'/><author><name>milkshake-lurve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16094013242144306158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FttEi_3uqfw/TJnhQia4P_I/AAAAAAAABK4/09EEgKGiNjk/s72-c/tumblr_l94xt5dVqb1qbz0bv.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4568514217343588666.post-1678625048904056346</id><published>2010-09-17T22:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T13:30:01.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jump then Fall</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FttEi_3uqfw/TJROPllGgII/AAAAAAAABKo/hW_Gu7e2Eno/s1600/DSC00766.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518121473128431746" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FttEi_3uqfw/TJROPllGgII/AAAAAAAABKo/hW_Gu7e2Eno/s320/DSC00766.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like the way you sound in the morning&lt;br /&gt;We're on the phone and without a warning&lt;br /&gt;I realize your laugh is the best sound I have ever heard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the way I can't keep my focus&lt;br /&gt;I watch you talk you didn't notice&lt;br /&gt;I hear the words but all I can think is we should be together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Every time you smile, I smile&lt;br /&gt;and every time you shine, I'll shine for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa oh I'm feeling you baby&lt;br /&gt;Don't be afraid to jump then fall, jump then fall into me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Baby, I'm never gonna leave you,&lt;br /&gt;Say that you wanna be with me too&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm gonna stay through it all&lt;/em&gt; so jump then fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I like the way your hair falls in your face&lt;br /&gt;You got the keys to me I love each freckle on your face, oh,&lt;br /&gt;I've never been so wrapped up,&lt;br /&gt;Honey, I like the way you're &lt;em&gt;everything I've ever wanted&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had time to think it oh-over and all I can say is come closer,&lt;br /&gt;Take a deep breath and jump then fall into me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Every time you smile, I smile&lt;br /&gt;And every time you shine, I'll shine for you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa oh I'm feeling you baby&lt;br /&gt;Don't be afraid to jump then fall, jump then fall into me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, I'm never gonna leave you,&lt;br /&gt;Say that you wanna be with me too&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm gonna stay through it all so jump then fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bottom's gonna drop out from under our feet&lt;br /&gt;I'll catch you, I'll catch you&lt;br /&gt;When people say things that bring you to your knees,&lt;br /&gt;I'll catch you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The time is gonna come when you're so mad you could cry&lt;br /&gt;But I'll hold you through the night until you smile.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4568514217343588666-1678625048904056346?l=bluepapercups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/feeds/1678625048904056346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2010/09/jump-then-fall.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/1678625048904056346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/1678625048904056346'/><link 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4568514217343588666-6395785942639473731?l=bluepapercups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/feeds/6395785942639473731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2010/09/happiness-doesnt-always-come-from.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/6395785942639473731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/6395785942639473731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2010/09/happiness-doesnt-always-come-from.html' title=''/><author><name>milkshake-lurve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16094013242144306158</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-4568514217343588666.post-6102548896797583202</id><published>2010-09-13T17:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T17:49:55.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What's wrong..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4568514217343588666-6102548896797583202?l=bluepapercups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/feeds/6102548896797583202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2010/09/whats-wrong.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/6102548896797583202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/6102548896797583202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2010/09/whats-wrong.html' title=''/><author><name>milkshake-lurve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16094013242144306158</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-4568514217343588666.post-5086447089541511547</id><published>2010-09-09T13:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T13:34:36.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FttEi_3uqfw/TIhx1RiuQdI/AAAAAAAABKY/5W1eBVVQTH4/s1600/tumblr_l8a232Me3E1qcsiefo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514782903771218386" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FttEi_3uqfw/TIhx1RiuQdI/AAAAAAAABKY/5W1eBVVQTH4/s320/tumblr_l8a232Me3E1qcsiefo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are the best thing that's ever been mine. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4568514217343588666-5086447089541511547?l=bluepapercups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/feeds/5086447089541511547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2010/09/mine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/5086447089541511547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/5086447089541511547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2010/09/mine.html' title='Mine'/><author><name>milkshake-lurve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16094013242144306158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FttEi_3uqfw/TIhx1RiuQdI/AAAAAAAABKY/5W1eBVVQTH4/s72-c/tumblr_l8a232Me3E1qcsiefo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4568514217343588666.post-7014625286805266094</id><published>2010-09-08T08:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T09:04:57.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm trying.</title><content type='html'>I remember someone asking me a few days ago, what I hope to be in the future. My first answer was a pharmacist, because I wanted to get into pharmacy and get a degree, get a job and everything.. Then I thought about something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want to be a housewife, haha. Yes I do. Someone who'd take care of everything in the house, like cooking and doing chores while the husband's out working and kids are in school. I don't need a rich husband like every girl wants (seriously -.-), just someone who'd love and accept me for who I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I guess that's not going to happen huh? It's the 21st century. Divorce rates are sky high and couples seem to break up ever so often, it's like no one truly understand what true love means anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The only way to reduce divorce rates is to stop marriage"&lt;br /&gt;How true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm trying, I really am.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4568514217343588666-7014625286805266094?l=bluepapercups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/feeds/7014625286805266094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2010/09/im-trying.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/7014625286805266094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/7014625286805266094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2010/09/im-trying.html' title='I&apos;m trying.'/><author><name>milkshake-lurve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16094013242144306158</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-4568514217343588666.post-2625017996264717462</id><published>2010-09-07T18:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T19:19:04.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'>By my side</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FttEi_3uqfw/TIYe9tRpogI/AAAAAAAABKQ/EKu9332yTEg/s1600/tumblr_l8a15dqrHK1qcplw4o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514128839236231682" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FttEi_3uqfw/TIYe9tRpogI/AAAAAAAABKQ/EKu9332yTEg/s320/tumblr_l8a15dqrHK1qcplw4o1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're never alone. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just listening to the clock go ticking,&lt;br /&gt;I am waiting as the time goes by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think of you with every breath I take,&lt;br /&gt;I need to feel your heartbeat next to mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;You're all I see, in everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna hold you,&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna kiss you,&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna love you all my life.&lt;br /&gt;I normally wouldn't say this,&lt;br /&gt;but I just can't contain it.&lt;br /&gt;I want you here forever,&lt;br /&gt;right here by my side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All the fears you feel inside,&lt;br /&gt;and all the tears you cry,&lt;br /&gt;they're ending right here.&lt;br /&gt;I'll heal your heart and soul;&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep you oh so close.&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry; I'll never let you go.&lt;br /&gt;You're all I need, you're everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna hold you,&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna kiss you,&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna love you all my life.&lt;br /&gt;I normally wouldn't say this,&lt;br /&gt;but I just can't contain it.&lt;br /&gt;I want you here forever,&lt;br /&gt;right here by my side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one else will ever do.&lt;br /&gt;I got a stubborn heart for you.&lt;br /&gt;Call me crazy, but its true; I love you.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't think that it would be,&lt;br /&gt;you have made it clear to me.&lt;br /&gt;You're all I need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna hold you,&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna kiss you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just wanna love you all my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I normally wouldn't say this,&lt;br /&gt;but I just can't contain it.&lt;br /&gt;I want you here forever,&lt;br /&gt;right here by my side.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4568514217343588666-2625017996264717462?l=bluepapercups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/feeds/2625017996264717462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2010/09/by-my-side.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/2625017996264717462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/2625017996264717462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2010/09/by-my-side.html' title='By my side'/><author><name>milkshake-lurve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16094013242144306158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FttEi_3uqfw/TIYe9tRpogI/AAAAAAAABKQ/EKu9332yTEg/s72-c/tumblr_l8a15dqrHK1qcplw4o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4568514217343588666.post-768930088109847711</id><published>2010-09-05T22:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T22:36:02.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FttEi_3uqfw/TIOo-DpOIZI/AAAAAAAABKI/Y_KwtwqYp3s/s1600/tumblr_l4zl7pXY781qcqy9no1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513436152915173778" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FttEi_3uqfw/TIOo-DpOIZI/AAAAAAAABKI/Y_KwtwqYp3s/s320/tumblr_l4zl7pXY781qcqy9no1_500.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never knew rereading past conversations could be so heart.. warming. (:&lt;br /&gt;I just wish I still had the very first ones I had with you. (reformat, rawr.)&lt;br /&gt;Memories. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ever just the same&lt;br /&gt;Ever a surprise&lt;br /&gt;Ever as before&lt;br /&gt;Ever just as sure&lt;br /&gt;As the sun will rise&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4568514217343588666-768930088109847711?l=bluepapercups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/feeds/768930088109847711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2010/09/memories.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/768930088109847711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/768930088109847711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2010/09/memories.html' title='Memories.'/><author><name>milkshake-lurve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16094013242144306158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FttEi_3uqfw/TIOo-DpOIZI/AAAAAAAABKI/Y_KwtwqYp3s/s72-c/tumblr_l4zl7pXY781qcqy9no1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4568514217343588666.post-1440300149903459106</id><published>2010-09-04T16:22:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T10:36:39.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Muggeroooo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FttEi_3uqfw/TIICXbZZKUI/AAAAAAAABKA/-jNqcVzaxnk/s1600/tumblr_l4zeacLmLB1qbnxc6o1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 228px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512971495369419074" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FttEi_3uqfw/TIICXbZZKUI/AAAAAAAABKA/-jNqcVzaxnk/s320/tumblr_l4zeacLmLB1qbnxc6o1_400.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rawr!! Hahahahaha X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Charlie St. Cloud - out 30th Sept!&lt;br /&gt;Must watch after promos! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, back to my econs notes.&lt;br /&gt;Wo bu yao du shu. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Every time we say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;I wish we had one more kiss.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4568514217343588666-1440300149903459106?l=bluepapercups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/feeds/1440300149903459106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2010/09/muggeroooo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/1440300149903459106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/1440300149903459106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2010/09/muggeroooo.html' title='Muggeroooo.'/><author><name>milkshake-lurve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16094013242144306158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FttEi_3uqfw/TIICXbZZKUI/AAAAAAAABKA/-jNqcVzaxnk/s72-c/tumblr_l4zeacLmLB1qbnxc6o1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4568514217343588666.post-5592403847305882824</id><published>2010-09-02T20:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T20:52:13.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wish upon a star.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FttEi_3uqfw/TH-bXqesZpI/AAAAAAAABJ4/G-1mF3JLWU0/s1600/tumblr_l4ziuezQVB1qbs3coo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512295299767101074" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FttEi_3uqfw/TH-bXqesZpI/AAAAAAAABJ4/G-1mF3JLWU0/s320/tumblr_l4ziuezQVB1qbs3coo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why, but for the past few days that I've been going home late (night time) I always see this one bright star in the sky and I'm positive it's always the same one because it's always at the same spot whenever I tilt my head to see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes there aren't any stars in the sky, except for that one bright star. This sounds silly, but it seems like it's watching me walk home or something.. make sure I get home safely, which I do. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe because you're the star that's shining ever so brightly, protecting me wherever I go. As long as I know you're watching over me, I'll feel safe even if you're not around. (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4568514217343588666-5592403847305882824?l=bluepapercups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/feeds/5592403847305882824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2010/09/wish-upon-star.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/5592403847305882824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/5592403847305882824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2010/09/wish-upon-star.html' title='Wish upon a star.'/><author><name>milkshake-lurve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16094013242144306158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FttEi_3uqfw/TH-bXqesZpI/AAAAAAAABJ4/G-1mF3JLWU0/s72-c/tumblr_l4ziuezQVB1qbs3coo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4568514217343588666.post-1635777311239752930</id><published>2010-09-01T14:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T19:51:27.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fallin' For You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FttEi_3uqfw/TH3wq638y0I/AAAAAAAABJo/eBoNFeUIhsE/s1600/tumblr_l7h1zxY2L61qbuc37o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 249px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511826139120454466" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FttEi_3uqfw/TH3wq638y0I/AAAAAAAABJo/eBoNFeUIhsE/s320/tumblr_l7h1zxY2L61qbuc37o1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to cloud gaze with you, beside me. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I’ve been spending all my time&lt;br /&gt;Just thinking about ya&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know what to do&lt;br /&gt;I think I’m fallin’ for you&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been waiting all my life&lt;br /&gt;and now I found ya&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know what to do&lt;br /&gt;I think I’m fallin’ for you&lt;br /&gt;I’m fallin’ for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I’m standing here&lt;br /&gt;And you hold my hand&lt;br /&gt;Pull me towards you&lt;br /&gt;And we start to dance&lt;br /&gt;All around us&lt;br /&gt;I see nobody&lt;br /&gt;Here in silence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It’s just you and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ahhhh, Fallin' for You by Colbie Caillat!!&lt;br /&gt;Nice! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next time someone asks me what the world is, I'll point to you.&lt;br /&gt;Because you mean the world to me. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4568514217343588666-1635777311239752930?l=bluepapercups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/feeds/1635777311239752930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2010/09/fallin-for-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/1635777311239752930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/1635777311239752930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2010/09/fallin-for-you.html' title='Fallin&apos; For You'/><author><name>milkshake-lurve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16094013242144306158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FttEi_3uqfw/TH3wq638y0I/AAAAAAAABJo/eBoNFeUIhsE/s72-c/tumblr_l7h1zxY2L61qbuc37o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4568514217343588666.post-6793832175880775923</id><published>2010-08-29T10:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T14:32:29.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You are my sunshine.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FttEi_3uqfw/THnGST059mI/AAAAAAAABJY/NSV4LQNF0FY/s1600/tumblr_l4zd74Z8I01qa1ybdo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510653636926633570" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FttEi_3uqfw/THnGST059mI/AAAAAAAABJY/NSV4LQNF0FY/s320/tumblr_l4zd74Z8I01qa1ybdo1_400.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've found my sunshine. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp;. I'll cherish it with everything I have because I don't want to lose you, again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FttEi_3uqfw/TH3zH0BaZoI/AAAAAAAABJw/ZoyyrFd3Lds/s1600/DSC01618.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511828834520557186" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FttEi_3uqfw/TH3zH0BaZoI/AAAAAAAABJw/ZoyyrFd3Lds/s320/DSC01618.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till we meet again. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4568514217343588666-6793832175880775923?l=bluepapercups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/feeds/6793832175880775923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2010/08/you-are-my-sunshine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/6793832175880775923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/6793832175880775923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2010/08/you-are-my-sunshine.html' title='You are my sunshine.'/><author><name>milkshake-lurve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16094013242144306158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FttEi_3uqfw/THnGST059mI/AAAAAAAABJY/NSV4LQNF0FY/s72-c/tumblr_l4zd74Z8I01qa1ybdo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4568514217343588666.post-4737051780618533146</id><published>2010-08-27T22:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T22:19:33.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfectly Imperfect</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FttEi_3uqfw/THfJFA8WtgI/AAAAAAAABJQ/8x1b7bTDOno/s1600/tumblr_l4zeiwpjVe1qzgvtoo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510093757100766722" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FttEi_3uqfw/THfJFA8WtgI/AAAAAAAABJQ/8x1b7bTDOno/s320/tumblr_l4zeiwpjVe1qzgvtoo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Falling a thousand feet per second, you still take me by surprise&lt;br /&gt;I just know we can't be over, I can see it in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Making every kind of silence, takes a lot to realize&lt;br /&gt;It's worse to finish than to start all over and never let it lie&lt;br /&gt;And as long as I can feel you holding on&lt;br /&gt;I won't fall, even if you said I was wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not perfect, but I keep trying&lt;br /&gt;'Cause that's what I said I would do from the start&lt;br /&gt;I'm not alive if I'm lonely, so please don't leave&lt;br /&gt;Was it something I said or just my personality?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making every kind of silence, it takes a lot to realize&lt;br /&gt;It's worse to finish than to start all over and never let it lie&lt;br /&gt;And as long as I can feel you holding on&lt;br /&gt;I won't fall, even if you said I wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that I'm not perfect, but I keep trying&lt;br /&gt;'Cause that's what I said I would do from the start&lt;br /&gt;I'm not alive if I'm lonely, so please don't leave&lt;br /&gt;Was it something I said or just my personality?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not perfect, but I keep trying&lt;br /&gt;'Cause that's what I said I would do from the start&lt;br /&gt;I'm not alive if I'm lonely, so please don't leave&lt;br /&gt;Was it something I said or just my, just myself&lt;br /&gt;Just myself, myself, just myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm not &lt;strong&gt;perfect&lt;/strong&gt;, but I keep trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;-what a beautiful song. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4568514217343588666-4737051780618533146?l=bluepapercups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/feeds/4737051780618533146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2010/08/perfectly-imperfect.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/4737051780618533146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/4737051780618533146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2010/08/perfectly-imperfect.html' title='Perfectly Imperfect'/><author><name>milkshake-lurve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16094013242144306158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FttEi_3uqfw/THfJFA8WtgI/AAAAAAAABJQ/8x1b7bTDOno/s72-c/tumblr_l4zeiwpjVe1qzgvtoo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4568514217343588666.post-6448185274962115857</id><published>2010-08-26T18:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T18:30:10.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll Stand By You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FttEi_3uqfw/THZBdpfePiI/AAAAAAAABJI/LvbcXCWLPbU/s1600/tumblr_l7liuk1S6O1qd1kggo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 224px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509663171744251426" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FttEi_3uqfw/THZBdpfePiI/AAAAAAAABJI/LvbcXCWLPbU/s320/tumblr_l7liuk1S6O1qd1kggo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh why you look so sad&lt;br /&gt;The tears are in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Come on and come to me now&lt;br /&gt;Don’t be ashamed to cry&lt;br /&gt;Let me see you through&lt;br /&gt;Cause I’ve seen the dark side too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the night falls on you&lt;br /&gt;You don't know what to do&lt;br /&gt;Nothing you confess&lt;br /&gt;Could make me love you less&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll stand by you&lt;br /&gt;I’ll stand by you&lt;br /&gt;Won’t let nobody hurt you&lt;br /&gt;I’ll stand by you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you're mad get mad&lt;br /&gt;Don’t hold it all inside&lt;br /&gt;Come on and talk to me now&lt;br /&gt;Hey, what you got to hide&lt;br /&gt;I get angry too&lt;br /&gt;Well I’m a lot like you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're standing at the crossroads&lt;br /&gt;And don't know which path to choose&lt;br /&gt;Let me come along&lt;br /&gt;Cause even if you're wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll stand by you&lt;br /&gt;I’ll stand by you&lt;br /&gt;Won’t let nobody hurt you&lt;br /&gt;I’ll stand by you&lt;br /&gt;Take me in into you darkest hour&lt;br /&gt;And I’ll never desert you&lt;br /&gt;I’ll stand by you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when, when the night falls on you, baby&lt;br /&gt;You feeling all alone&lt;br /&gt;You won't be on your own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because I'll stand by you. (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4568514217343588666-6448185274962115857?l=bluepapercups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/feeds/6448185274962115857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2010/08/ill-stand-by-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/6448185274962115857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/6448185274962115857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2010/08/ill-stand-by-you.html' title='I&apos;ll Stand By You'/><author><name>milkshake-lurve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16094013242144306158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FttEi_3uqfw/THZBdpfePiI/AAAAAAAABJI/LvbcXCWLPbU/s72-c/tumblr_l7liuk1S6O1qd1kggo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4568514217343588666.post-5872042842363183567</id><published>2010-08-25T22:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T22:35:03.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Always here.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FttEi_3uqfw/THUn4g7SdjI/AAAAAAAABIw/Fp6Fcy47y4k/s1600/tumblr_l7hb2c2ZuG1qd2x0xo1_400.png"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509353571022435890" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FttEi_3uqfw/THUn4g7SdjI/AAAAAAAABIw/Fp6Fcy47y4k/s320/tumblr_l7hb2c2ZuG1qd2x0xo1_400.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You soon come to realise, that even though the person you love doesn't love you the same as you do, be it more or less, it doesn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;Simply because, love means you give your all without expecting anything in return. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4568514217343588666-5872042842363183567?l=bluepapercups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/feeds/5872042842363183567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2010/08/always-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/5872042842363183567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/5872042842363183567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2010/08/always-here.html' title='Always here.'/><author><name>milkshake-lurve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16094013242144306158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FttEi_3uqfw/THUn4g7SdjI/AAAAAAAABIw/Fp6Fcy47y4k/s72-c/tumblr_l7hb2c2ZuG1qd2x0xo1_400.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4568514217343588666.post-4076411244420781953</id><published>2010-08-24T23:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T23:15:25.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Defying Gravity</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FttEi_3uqfw/THUzco5DrRI/AAAAAAAABJA/V6EV7MHN7xc/s1600/tumblr_l7ll2gu39N1qccs79o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 206px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509366286263758098" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FttEi_3uqfw/THUzco5DrRI/AAAAAAAABJA/V6EV7MHN7xc/s320/tumblr_l7ll2gu39N1qccs79o1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is so adorable. (':&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close your eyes.. and leap.. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because you know there'll always be someone there to catch you when you fall.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4568514217343588666-4076411244420781953?l=bluepapercups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/feeds/4076411244420781953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2010/08/defying-gravity.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/4076411244420781953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/4076411244420781953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2010/08/defying-gravity.html' title='Defying Gravity'/><author><name>milkshake-lurve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16094013242144306158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FttEi_3uqfw/THUzco5DrRI/AAAAAAAABJA/V6EV7MHN7xc/s72-c/tumblr_l7ll2gu39N1qccs79o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4568514217343588666.post-5694987727734817845</id><published>2010-08-23T22:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T22:50:21.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4568514217343588666-5694987727734817845?l=bluepapercups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/feeds/5694987727734817845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2010/08/im-sorry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/5694987727734817845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/5694987727734817845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2010/08/im-sorry.html' title=''/><author><name>milkshake-lurve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16094013242144306158</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-4568514217343588666.post-1306353647335708139</id><published>2010-08-22T20:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T18:01:55.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Right Here Waiting.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FttEi_3uqfw/THJG7LctbeI/AAAAAAAABII/YHqn7QcMkSw/s1600/tumblr_l7lm0cEE2W1qcrrvjo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508543276726971874" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FttEi_3uqfw/THJG7LctbeI/AAAAAAAABII/YHqn7QcMkSw/s320/tumblr_l7lm0cEE2W1qcrrvjo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oceans apart day after day&lt;br /&gt;And I slowly go insane&lt;br /&gt;I hear your voice on the line&lt;br /&gt;But it doesn't stop the pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I see you next to never&lt;br /&gt;How can we say forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wherever you go&lt;br /&gt;Whatever you do&lt;br /&gt;I will be right here waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it takes&lt;br /&gt;Or how my heart breaks&lt;br /&gt;I will be right here waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took for granted, all the times&lt;br /&gt;That I though would last somehow&lt;br /&gt;I hear the laughter, I taste the tears&lt;br /&gt;But I can't get near you now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, can't you see it baby&lt;br /&gt;You've got me goin' crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wherever you go&lt;br /&gt;Whatever you do&lt;br /&gt;I will be right here waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it takes&lt;br /&gt;Or how my heart breaks&lt;br /&gt;I will be right here waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how we can survive&lt;br /&gt;This romance&lt;br /&gt;But in the end if I'm with you&lt;br /&gt;I'll take the chance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, can't you see it baby&lt;br /&gt;You've got me goin' crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wherever you go&lt;br /&gt;Whatever you do&lt;br /&gt;I will be right here waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it takes&lt;br /&gt;Or how my heart breaks&lt;br /&gt;I will be right here waiting for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4568514217343588666-1306353647335708139?l=bluepapercups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/feeds/1306353647335708139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2010/08/right-here-waiting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/1306353647335708139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/1306353647335708139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2010/08/right-here-waiting.html' title='Right Here Waiting.'/><author><name>milkshake-lurve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16094013242144306158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FttEi_3uqfw/THJG7LctbeI/AAAAAAAABII/YHqn7QcMkSw/s72-c/tumblr_l7lm0cEE2W1qcrrvjo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4568514217343588666.post-6784251166878283571</id><published>2010-08-20T18:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T19:03:40.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>):</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FttEi_3uqfw/THJKUwViXMI/AAAAAAAABIY/Yc9XXe5YoeU/s1600/tumblr_l7ldj4Xfmq1qa7lrlo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 182px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508547014660611266" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FttEi_3uqfw/THJKUwViXMI/AAAAAAAABIY/Yc9XXe5YoeU/s320/tumblr_l7ldj4Xfmq1qa7lrlo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love&lt;/strong&gt; isn’t when you can’t sleep; it’s when &lt;em&gt;you want to keep your eyes open&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love&lt;/strong&gt; isn’t when you kill yourself with jealousy, it’s when &lt;em&gt;you understand&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love&lt;/strong&gt; isn’t when you fall for someone; it’s when you &lt;em&gt;catch that person when he falls&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love&lt;/strong&gt; isn’t when you see him everywhere, it’s when you &lt;em&gt;close your eyes and he’s still there&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love&lt;/strong&gt; isn’t when you tell him of your feelings; it’s when &lt;em&gt;you give up everything for his sake&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;And&lt;strong&gt; love&lt;/strong&gt; isn’t when you think you were blind, its when &lt;em&gt;you know that you are wrong but you didn’t mind. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4568514217343588666-6784251166878283571?l=bluepapercups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/feeds/6784251166878283571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2010/08/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/6784251166878283571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/6784251166878283571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2010/08/blog-post.html' title='):'/><author><name>milkshake-lurve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16094013242144306158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FttEi_3uqfw/THJKUwViXMI/AAAAAAAABIY/Yc9XXe5YoeU/s72-c/tumblr_l7ldj4Xfmq1qa7lrlo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4568514217343588666.post-3310948120548766779</id><published>2010-08-18T22:05:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T18:17:05.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Down.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FttEi_3uqfw/THJKlaZTD6I/AAAAAAAABIg/PChyvjLffNE/s1600/tumblr_l7ljztRc3l1qbjzzro1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508547300828581794" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FttEi_3uqfw/THJKlaZTD6I/AAAAAAAABIg/PChyvjLffNE/s320/tumblr_l7ljztRc3l1qbjzzro1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish there was someone that would listen to my troubles, help me get through tough times.. and give me advice whenever I'm in need.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;Just wish someone, anyone.. would understand, me.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FMJCL.&lt;br /&gt;Screw it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life long partner or companion?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4568514217343588666-3310948120548766779?l=bluepapercups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/feeds/3310948120548766779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2010/08/down.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/3310948120548766779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/3310948120548766779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2010/08/down.html' title='Down.'/><author><name>milkshake-lurve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16094013242144306158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FttEi_3uqfw/THJKlaZTD6I/AAAAAAAABIg/PChyvjLffNE/s72-c/tumblr_l7ljztRc3l1qbjzzro1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4568514217343588666.post-4202924638882751546</id><published>2010-07-10T20:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T20:55:30.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smile more, Frown less.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FttEi_3uqfw/TDhsjlyVelI/AAAAAAAABHY/eLCzhOfUlvU/s1600/makehappinessa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 319px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492259104272775762" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FttEi_3uqfw/TDhsjlyVelI/AAAAAAAABHY/eLCzhOfUlvU/s320/makehappinessa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FttEi_3uqfw/TDhsoXSi8PI/AAAAAAAABHg/y6N46Sqhyxw/s1600/letfailurenotde.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 318px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492259186280689906" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FttEi_3uqfw/TDhsoXSi8PI/AAAAAAAABHg/y6N46Sqhyxw/s320/letfailurenotde.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Y)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4568514217343588666-4202924638882751546?l=bluepapercups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/feeds/4202924638882751546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2010/07/smile-more-frown-less.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/4202924638882751546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/4202924638882751546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2010/07/smile-more-frown-less.html' title='Smile more, Frown less.'/><author><name>milkshake-lurve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16094013242144306158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FttEi_3uqfw/TDhsjlyVelI/AAAAAAAABHY/eLCzhOfUlvU/s72-c/makehappinessa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4568514217343588666.post-7425353660824935696</id><published>2010-07-08T19:09:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T20:04:42.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time.</title><content type='html'>Hmmm, haven't been feeling very well recently. Nah, I'm not sick. I just.. don't feel like myself. Sigh, I seem so emo, but I don't know what else to do.&lt;br /&gt;Please just let me know how you feel. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FttEi_3uqfw/TDWyy6ZzyGI/AAAAAAAABHQ/VhP2zSHuZVA/s1600/thinkwithurhead.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FttEi_3uqfw/TDWyyMaq29I/AAAAAAAABHI/QL-g8Dfktj8/s1600/dontbottleitup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 319px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491491896044477394" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FttEi_3uqfw/TDWyyMaq29I/AAAAAAAABHI/QL-g8Dfktj8/s320/dontbottleitup.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, just explode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FttEi_3uqfw/TDWyy6ZzyGI/AAAAAAAABHQ/VhP2zSHuZVA/s1600/thinkwithurhead.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 319px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491491908388898914" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FttEi_3uqfw/TDWyy6ZzyGI/AAAAAAAABHQ/VhP2zSHuZVA/s320/thinkwithurhead.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guess that's what I'll do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4568514217343588666-7425353660824935696?l=bluepapercups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/feeds/7425353660824935696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-need-more-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/7425353660824935696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/7425353660824935696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-need-more-time.html' title='Time.'/><author><name>milkshake-lurve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16094013242144306158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FttEi_3uqfw/TDWyyMaq29I/AAAAAAAABHI/QL-g8Dfktj8/s72-c/dontbottleitup.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4568514217343588666.post-8491175276775820166</id><published>2010-07-07T22:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T23:00:42.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Direction in life?</title><content type='html'>I've never felt so lost.&lt;br /&gt;Someone buy me a compass please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4568514217343588666-8491175276775820166?l=bluepapercups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/feeds/8491175276775820166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2010/07/direction-in-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/8491175276775820166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/8491175276775820166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2010/07/direction-in-life.html' title='Direction in life?'/><author><name>milkshake-lurve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16094013242144306158</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-4568514217343588666.post-1768921248733392450</id><published>2010-02-21T10:57:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T11:37:22.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Family Unbroken</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FttEi_3uqfw/S4Cj0EBhOnI/AAAAAAAABHA/DK6Hlp__xWc/s1600-h/22734_330995342703_732252703_4720088_6370402_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440528464692198002" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FttEi_3uqfw/S4Cj0EBhOnI/AAAAAAAABHA/DK6Hlp__xWc/s320/22734_330995342703_732252703_4720088_6370402_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAJC.ACSI (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg! Haven't posted for very long already! Hahaha. Sorry! :P Have been quite busy with school and band, and other stuff! JC life is fun! At least for now (when there isn't much homework and stress) it is! Hehe :D Orientation was damn fun!!! If only it didn't have to end so fast! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmmm, CNY this year wasn't as fun as the previous years. ): No, not because it's the same day as Valentine's Day! Haha. OG 5 CNY gathering at Joel's house on the 3rd day was fun tho! Haha (: All those mind games were really mind boggling! 1st item is this, 2nd item is this, what's the 3rd item? Hahahaha. Awesome stuff (Y) :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FttEi_3uqfw/S4CiOzAXQwI/AAAAAAAABG4/jfQH8-ct77k/s1600-h/19060_310835123929_648703929_3387703_1092209_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440526724957160194" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FttEi_3uqfw/S4CiOzAXQwI/AAAAAAAABG4/jfQH8-ct77k/s320/19060_310835123929_648703929_3387703_1092209_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Met up with the gang on Friday night!!!! :D Omg, haven't seen them for sooo long! I miss them so much! ): Walked around J8 and bought fries/icecream to sit down and catch up on stuff! Played truth or uhh truth too, Haha. Found out a lot of stuff! :P Shy plant &amp;amp; Awkward turtle. Hahahaha. I hope we meet again soon! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, I don't know what to type alr. Heh! Better go study nao. T.T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4568514217343588666-1768921248733392450?l=bluepapercups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/feeds/1768921248733392450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2010/02/one-family-unbroken.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/1768921248733392450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/1768921248733392450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2010/02/one-family-unbroken.html' title='One Family Unbroken'/><author><name>milkshake-lurve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16094013242144306158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FttEi_3uqfw/S4Cj0EBhOnI/AAAAAAAABHA/DK6Hlp__xWc/s72-c/22734_330995342703_732252703_4720088_6370402_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4568514217343588666.post-2188012467719782361</id><published>2010-01-30T11:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T23:24:07.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SAINTS SHAKE IT!</title><content type='html'>Lydia, Jerine &amp;amp; I wnt back to CCPS on Wednesday! Lydiaaa, you look same same but different somehow! Haha :P Omg, we had to wait THREE hours outside the school before the AM session ended before we could actually walk in. -.- Stupid security guard, it's not like we can bomb the school or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FttEi_3uqfw/S2OuB8vdINI/AAAAAAAABGw/wNXeCKqL-1I/s1600-h/ccps.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432376924047220946" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FttEi_3uqfw/S2OuB8vdINI/AAAAAAAABGw/wNXeCKqL-1I/s320/ccps.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! We saw Miss Perera and Lin Lao shi!!! They don't seem to remember me.. only know I was the one that left for Australia. T.T Oh wellll. Anywho, I ATE WANTONNNNNNNS!!!!! They're the best wantons ever! Omg, fishball noodles too! With the awesome chilli, that tastes exactly the same. :D We ate so much! Hahaha. Wonder when I'll next eat them again. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg, Thurday and Friday was.. wow! First and last day in SR was not at all, memorable. Orientation was so so so boring. Ehhh don't wanna talk about it. Phone call from Miss Ho later that afternoon made me forget about the crap stuff in the morning! Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm finally in &lt;strong&gt;SAJC&lt;/strong&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orientation on Friday was so much fun! OG 5! The people were really nice and friendly! :D Water games was uhh wet, but awesome! Hahaha. Mass waterbomb war was epic, seriously! Haha! It's like Kingdoms A,N,T (haha ant) againt the mighty S &amp;amp; I!!! Damn cool! Mass dance's the best in my opinion! Shake itttt! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! I saw Keely too! Ahh can't wait to have lunch with Noelle, Onnitah and Keely! Omg, it's like we're schoolmates again! (: Band prac was alright I guess! But felt really tired by the time I got home. Can't wait till next week! Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone watch "Dear John" with me pleaseeee? It's from the same author as "The Notebook"! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4568514217343588666-2188012467719782361?l=bluepapercups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/feeds/2188012467719782361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2010/01/shake-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/2188012467719782361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/2188012467719782361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2010/01/shake-it.html' title='SAINTS SHAKE IT!'/><author><name>milkshake-lurve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16094013242144306158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FttEi_3uqfw/S2OuB8vdINI/AAAAAAAABGw/wNXeCKqL-1I/s72-c/ccps.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4568514217343588666.post-1844805781190169736</id><published>2010-01-23T22:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T22:30:06.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally over!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FttEi_3uqfw/S1sGPdJz6bI/AAAAAAAABGg/4fFn4PHl1a8/s1600-h/17234_288927332703_732252703_4557452_1134855_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429940638318848434" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FttEi_3uqfw/S1sGPdJz6bI/AAAAAAAABGg/4fFn4PHl1a8/s320/17234_288927332703_732252703_4557452_1134855_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg, my auditions are finally over! (: (: &lt;strong&gt;Thank you&lt;/strong&gt; to those that have helped in one way or another! I've been practising everyday since last week while ppl are enjoying the rest of their holidays going out! ): Ah well, can see/hear the difference though! Should've done that for SYF last year, heh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picnic at Botanics with Christie on Thursday was awesome! Hahaha. I love feeding swans! Especially white ones! They even opened their mouths for me to throw bread into it! Haha, how cute! People should always bring a loaf bread to Botanic Gardens coz this will make people jealous when you take it out and start feeding the swans. Hee :D We couldn't feed the black swans in peace coz of stupid birds that kept chasing us -.-" It was quite scary actually, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FttEi_3uqfw/S1sG_2Ri36I/AAAAAAAABGo/Uk2JDa1YCVY/s1600-h/BT10.bmp"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429941469695893410" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FttEi_3uqfw/S1sG_2Ri36I/AAAAAAAABGo/Uk2JDa1YCVY/s320/BT10.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the VERY COOL present (part 1) Cheee! I haven't tried it on yet though, but I know it's too big for me. HAHAHA :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thank youuu to my awesome friend, KEZIA! for the super duper shirt that says: I ♥ wantons! I ♥ you too!  It's been 10 years babe! Hehe (:&lt;/p&gt;Omg, threeee more days! &amp;amp; I haven't got myself a 2010 diary planner yet, darn! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4568514217343588666-1844805781190169736?l=bluepapercups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/feeds/1844805781190169736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2010/01/finally-over.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/1844805781190169736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/1844805781190169736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2010/01/finally-over.html' title='Finally over!'/><author><name>milkshake-lurve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16094013242144306158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FttEi_3uqfw/S1sGPdJz6bI/AAAAAAAABGg/4fFn4PHl1a8/s72-c/17234_288927332703_732252703_4557452_1134855_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4568514217343588666.post-8925785889307688198</id><published>2010-01-18T11:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T11:59:13.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep Going</title><content type='html'>Don't fight with me, I need the place more than you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't look back. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4568514217343588666-8925785889307688198?l=bluepapercups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/feeds/8925785889307688198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2010/01/keep-going.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/8925785889307688198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/8925785889307688198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2010/01/keep-going.html' title='Keep Going'/><author><name>milkshake-lurve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16094013242144306158</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-4568514217343588666.post-7714390934851270114</id><published>2010-01-10T23:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T23:54:25.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't sleep</title><content type='html'>OMG. 110110 IS TOMORROW. ):&lt;br /&gt;I want a 10 or less. Ohmannnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAJC's Band Tune-In was damn fun! :D&lt;br /&gt;Elijah and Pamela, we will do well k! Group hug! Hahaha (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swans don't like bread.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4568514217343588666-7714390934851270114?l=bluepapercups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/feeds/7714390934851270114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-cant-sleep.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/7714390934851270114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/7714390934851270114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-cant-sleep.html' title='I can&apos;t sleep'/><author><name>milkshake-lurve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16094013242144306158</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-4568514217343588666.post-9091643405432768886</id><published>2010-01-05T12:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T12:53:57.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Easier said than done</title><content type='html'>Crapppppp, results in a week!! D:&lt;br /&gt;Oh man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ehhh, whatever happened to our "we must meet at least once a week" huh? ):&lt;br /&gt;At least I see someone quite often, HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4568514217343588666-9091643405432768886?l=bluepapercups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/feeds/9091643405432768886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2010/01/easier-said-than-done.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/9091643405432768886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568514217343588666/posts/default/9091643405432768886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluepapercups.blogspot.com/2010/01/easier-said-than-done.html' title='Easier said than done'/><author><name>milkshake-lurve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16094013242144306158</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>
