<?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-6671514</id><updated>2011-09-07T21:21:54.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mandie</title><subtitle type='html'>.x.[[flyIñg wIthoüt wIñgs]].x.         __amåñdméñts*     NeveR felt so dIfféreñt `       </subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>amanda smiles`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v687/purelyretro/thDSCF2637.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>539</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671514.post-115047062964098000</id><published>2006-06-16T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T23:10:29.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lets fly to&lt;br /&gt;ihatethismonday.livejournal.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671514-115047062964098000?l=crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/feeds/115047062964098000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671514&amp;postID=115047062964098000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/115047062964098000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/115047062964098000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/2006/06/lets-fly-to-ihatethismonday.html' title=''/><author><name>amanda smiles`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v687/purelyretro/thDSCF2637.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671514.post-115029371884841116</id><published>2006-06-14T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T22:01:58.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;inspiration baby! i'm lovin' it &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/1600/tgtyy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/320/tgtyy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671514-115029371884841116?l=crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/feeds/115029371884841116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671514&amp;postID=115029371884841116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/115029371884841116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/115029371884841116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/2006/06/inspiration-baby-im-lovin-it.html' title=''/><author><name>amanda smiles`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v687/purelyretro/thDSCF2637.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671514.post-115012083181258507</id><published>2006-06-12T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T22:00:31.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>bye blog&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671514-115012083181258507?l=crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/feeds/115012083181258507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671514&amp;postID=115012083181258507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/115012083181258507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/115012083181258507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/2006/06/bye-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>amanda smiles`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v687/purelyretro/thDSCF2637.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671514.post-114986559441972144</id><published>2006-06-09T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T15:26:41.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>artyousuck</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well, went to watch davinci code yesterday. Ah, it the not-my-type of show though so I didnt fancy through it especially when the guy was torturing himself, thank God for my handbag which I used to cover my eyes. Plus I caught a little chill from the rain and the really cold theatre. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, thankyou samuel for the tix. After the show, the guys went ahead to gavin's place. Walked to capage with yvonne and then headed town alone when she needed to meet her dad. wow amazing isnt? I was shopping in town alone. haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It was really awesome to see sales everywhere, but not a good idea heading town - the place where money washes from your pockets easily. Met my family for dinner and shopped again (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Shopping is sinful la, I swear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Aha, today went to Shing's empty house which is two bustops away from mine. Wanted to walk there but I was a bit off to walk. Jinli met me at the bustop outside my place and I got a shock when i saw her, seriously aha. thankyou jingkelingkeli.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;we watched scarymovie two and the sofa was so comfy right. had to leave after that and the rest went ahead to westmall for dinner. sigh i couldnt join and ah tomorrow got to go back school for art. So, i am trying to find resources now. Last minute jobs tsk la damn useless but i'll try all I can toohoo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;me and dad just love bullying our dog tell you. We place a chair over him just now and I laugh til my stomach was hurting its so funny like anything. I love my skye boy. oh well oh well goodnight all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;okay fine not goodnight, but goodnight to blog and hello art you suck&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;carebear baby carebear love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edit :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 118px; HEIGHT: 156px" height="359" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v687/purelyretro/DSCN7720.jpg" width="237" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my skye boy's leg is marked for life. -harhar nah uh its not blood, i smeared the red stamp I stamped on his leg and now i feel so guilty but its hilarious la. Anyhows, I bathed him and its much whiter now. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/2006/05/7.html"&gt;previous&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/2006/05/artyousuck.html"&gt;next&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671514-114986559441972144?l=crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/feeds/114986559441972144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671514&amp;postID=114986559441972144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/114986559441972144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/114986559441972144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/2006/06/artyousuck.html' title='artyousuck'/><author><name>amanda smiles`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v687/purelyretro/thDSCF2637.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671514.post-114973520672454456</id><published>2006-06-08T10:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T23:19:10.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>7</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have so much time to kill now before twelve. I want to start on my artsy fartsy but once I do, i will never get to leave the house. Shit now, to think i wasted two weeks not spending my fricking time wisely : go out, help in church or stay home. Come on la, I need like motivation and inspiration.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And lets see, next week will be camp and whatelse more other things so I can't study. Excuses excuses my whole life is made up of excuses. wheehhh. The davinci code later, omg free tickets yeah baby. Ahh cant decide to wear, always the case :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Teevon is telling me her night story whaha and her liu xing hua lian (omg i dunno how to spell)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ahaha. me boredddd&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/2006/05/childrenscamp.html"&gt;previous&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;a href="http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/2006/05/artyousick.html"&gt;next&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671514-114973520672454456?l=crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/feeds/114973520672454456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671514&amp;postID=114973520672454456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/114973520672454456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/114973520672454456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/2006/06/7.html' title='7'/><author><name>amanda smiles`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v687/purelyretro/thDSCF2637.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671514.post-114960005467021622</id><published>2006-06-06T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T23:17:30.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I want a carebear and devil &amp;angel bratz doll really badly whehh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/1600/DSCN7556.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/200/DSCN7556.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/1600/DSCN7558.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/200/DSCN7558.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/1600/DSCN7530.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/200/DSCN7530.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/1600/DSCN7468.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/1600/DSCN7547.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/200/DSCN7547.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/1600/DSCN7441.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/200/DSCN7441.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/1600/DSCN7363.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/200/DSCN7363.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to help out children's camp in church today. Exhausting it is especially when we had to wake up earlier than normal schoolday thus I decided to forgo the other three days helping. Plunging through half a day, i can't deny I was a tad too bored. I swear I like those twins. ( first two ) The funny thing was, someone thought they were a couple la. How cute cause they kept holding hands and sticky to one other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" eh look, they holding hands. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" they're twins! " &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/2006/05/horrible-day2.html"&gt;previous&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;a href="http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/2006/05/7.html"&gt;next&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671514-114960005467021622?l=crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/feeds/114960005467021622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671514&amp;postID=114960005467021622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/114960005467021622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/114960005467021622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-want-carebear-and-devil-next.html' title=''/><author><name>amanda smiles`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v687/purelyretro/thDSCF2637.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671514.post-114924672967308423</id><published>2006-06-02T18:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T22:51:01.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>horribleday2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Aha, now I have will have one red (provided I get the bid) and one black peeptoe heels like the one I posted two days back (: And I just finished customising one pair of maryjanes. The pirate m&amp;ms in turquoise are so effing hot! Anyway, today delared the last of school-comebacks for this week. Just something to be joyful about though it won't last. now, got to get started for art before going back next week - having a headstart at home are always best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yesterday just wasnt really my day. Anyhows, I really want to go Temasek poly's design course like badly of which I have not idea why. But damm that big "O" levels first. Why must take Why must take Why must take. I recieved a call from dad earlier and Argh I just want to disappear, like go Bye Ass. I need a damn break and to stop saying damn too. Everything S-u-c-k-k-k-s biggo time especially when you're feeling oh-so confused.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Enough of the i-am-feeling-like-damn-depressed-that-i-want-to-die-la kind of state and switch to something happier like lets say : class retreat Oh thats just something to spice up the really dead june so called 'holidays'. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It might be a crazy study sessions but well the barbeques and movie marathon and maybe the stayovernights covers it. And if stayovers, I bet its damn sure they're start the "&lt;em&gt;Oooooo .. the lift is hauntedddd&lt;/em&gt;" sorta and yada yadas. Oh well, we'll see. For now, its dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg &lt;a href="http://www.fredericks.com/category.asp?catalog%5Fname=Holiday2002&amp;category%5Fname=Corsets&amp;Page=1&amp;dir=ViewAllDept"&gt;corset&lt;/a&gt; are hot sexy thangs. I likeeeeee (:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/2006/05/horrible-day.html"&gt;previous&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;a href="http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/2006/05/horribleday2.html"&gt;next&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671514-114924672967308423?l=crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/feeds/114924672967308423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671514&amp;postID=114924672967308423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/114924672967308423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/114924672967308423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/2006/06/horribleday2.html' title='horribleday2'/><author><name>amanda smiles`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v687/purelyretro/thDSCF2637.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671514.post-114899948904419392</id><published>2006-05-30T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T19:21:09.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>horrible day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I painted one maryjane today and it turned out so pretty that i'm tempted to keep and not sell but I never liked the cutting and well i should make more money. Mm, maybe I'll buy the converse cut shoes and paint the same as I did today. Anyway, lessons especially maths today were boring but the time zoomed passed really fast during chemisty. Yesterday, went chinatown to get fabrics and accessories for handmade barangs(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"I think my passion is using up too much of my time"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Just now, it was the once-again-terrible-disasters-dogs-give. I swear, this is killing me. My dog rushed into my room filled with uncovered fabric paints scattered all over the floor and practically knock them all down especially the black one plus whats worse was it landed right at my brand new wedges. What a mighty terrible day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And also, my brand new pencil case was smeared with pink ink, making my hand look like a sickie. Cheers to a horrible ink day indeed. Was supposed to go for some photoshoot tomorrow night but mum can't make it so its delayed to another day. And i really do not want to go, its like scary. Oh well, those at ministry of sound today, enjoy toodles! It must be fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am so doomed. was supposed to send this item out by registered mail but i did it normal mail, it jsut didnt occur in my mind today. As I have been emphasising, today is really not my day seriously. Should I just sleep now and let my bad day pass til the next? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And now, pirates and skulls and nautica plus paul frank are driving me nuts. Making me spend like crazy and thats not good either! :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/2006/05/heels.html"&gt;previous&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;a href="http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/2006/05/horribleday2.html"&gt;next&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671514-114899948904419392?l=crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/feeds/114899948904419392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671514&amp;postID=114899948904419392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/114899948904419392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/114899948904419392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/2006/05/horrible-day.html' title='horrible day'/><author><name>amanda smiles`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v687/purelyretro/thDSCF2637.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671514.post-114887261806374492</id><published>2006-05-29T11:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T22:33:11.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>heels</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/1600/iyhiu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/320/iyhiu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn the gorgeous heels i ordered went out of stock.&lt;br /&gt;I think i have to keep ordering until i get it&lt;br /&gt;i just cant stop being such a heel whore, really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/2006/05/bbq.html"&gt;previous&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/2006/05/horribleday.html"&gt;next&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671514-114887261806374492?l=crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/feeds/114887261806374492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671514&amp;postID=114887261806374492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/114887261806374492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/114887261806374492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/2006/05/heels.html' title='heels'/><author><name>amanda smiles`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v687/purelyretro/thDSCF2637.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671514.post-114866331079646399</id><published>2006-05-27T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T02:13:50.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bbq</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thanks for the day dears!(:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/1600/hgfjk.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/200/hgfjk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/1600/jhk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/200/jhk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/1600/trytyj.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/200/trytyj.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/1600/grytryty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/200/grytryty.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/1600/9.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/200/9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/1600/6y6.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/200/6y6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;had mini barbeque yesterday. well, my definition of mini was kind of mixed up. Mini meaning = less people, but turns out that samuel and all bought little food. haha. anyway, its was funny that all the food was gone except hotdogs before gavin came + he even brought chocolates for us (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;so they had to bus down to westmall for mac. but well, we had great time talking and magic-tricking as well as all the mad scary stories to scare little kids like us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i want to change blog layout tomorrow. ooh, i got my retainers today and they suck big time. I cant talk properly without all my words being muffled up. i love the great singapore sale but I'm broke like mad and thats damn sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/2006/05/marina.html"&gt;previous&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/2006/05/bbq.html"&gt;next&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671514-114866331079646399?l=crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/feeds/114866331079646399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671514&amp;postID=114866331079646399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/114866331079646399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/114866331079646399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/2006/05/bbq.html' title='bbq'/><author><name>amanda smiles`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v687/purelyretro/thDSCF2637.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671514.post-114852650846450609</id><published>2006-05-25T10:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T02:11:33.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>marina</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/1600/DSCN6037ff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/320/DSCN6037ff.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am finally back to contacts baby oh!(: yesterday, went to get more lego figurines and handphone straps before heading down for my eye appointment. After, met my two thangs for poseidon. Freak, its was damn good to think i felt pretty tense the entire show as though the show was so real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ate swensens and their bake rice was horrible - maybe only for that restraunt. They were pretty 'anti-amanda' yesterday okay. oh well, today will be revenge &lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt;. And to mention, my gorgeous gold heels were killers. I think i have a no-connection with heels, sad to say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;oh yes, on my way home last night i was damn scared. this freak guy tried following me home. thank God i was not wearing heels.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;fre-aaaaaak, i haven't book barbeque pit yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;NOW NOW LETS FRAME JINLI AND YVONNE. HAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 330px; HEIGHT: 262px" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JlaWAVNnK2g" width="330" height="262" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/1600/DSCN6026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/320/DSCN6026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/1600/DSCN6031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/320/DSCN6031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/1600/DSCN6034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/320/DSCN6034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/1600/DSCN6041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/320/DSCN6041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/2006/05/lego-sold.html"&gt;previous&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/2006/05/bbq.html"&gt;next&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671514-114852650846450609?l=crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/feeds/114852650846450609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671514&amp;postID=114852650846450609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/114852650846450609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/114852650846450609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/2006/05/marina.html' title='marina'/><author><name>amanda smiles`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v687/purelyretro/thDSCF2637.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671514.post-114839152742780559</id><published>2006-05-23T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T11:10:45.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lego-sold</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/1600/1113335577k89hghuuuhhh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/320/1113335577k89hghuuuhhh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough said, i couldnt be happier(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/2006/05/chinatown.html"&gt;previous&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/2006/05/marina.html"&gt;next&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671514-114839152742780559?l=crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/feeds/114839152742780559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671514&amp;postID=114839152742780559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/114839152742780559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/114839152742780559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/2006/05/lego-sold.html' title='lego-sold'/><author><name>amanda smiles`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v687/purelyretro/thDSCF2637.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671514.post-114828507638146712</id><published>2006-05-22T15:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T21:43:55.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chinatown</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/1600/23u.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 385px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" height="267" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/400/23u.jpg" width="386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Loves, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was awesome - from chinatown down to arab street and head on to town for fish&amp;co and home sweet home after for sad love story. Anyway, chinatown is really a boring place no wonder its dominated by the oldies. Just went there walking back and forth in the streets and decided to go arab street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;train + bus = pretty long jouney&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the old streets was rather vintage plus photo whoring. Left there for fish&amp;amp;co at wheelock, it was good food tell you but was so expensive just for something you're going to shit out anyway :( okay i've never liked spending on food, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was wondering if next time i've decided to be a photographer (omg cool okay) , i'll pop down with my freakin' huge powerful camera to chinatown and all these old run-down places and take pictures of those shophouses. Its like totally ..amazing but as if i'll be one. ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English class was so funny today, my my. and clb tomorrow. more ink on hand i bet. mum keeps wondering why i come back everyday with new ink marks all over. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, me&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/1600/krrk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/320/krrk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/1600/kkggg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/320/kkggg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My, school's just going to end after tomorow. hows that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WOW.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/1600/DSCN5880.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/320/DSCN5880.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/1600/DSCN5856.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/320/DSCN5856.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/1600/DSCN5959.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/320/DSCN5959.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/1600/untitled.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/320/untitled.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/2006/05/fabday.html"&gt;previous&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/2006/05/lego-sold.html"&gt;next&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671514-114828507638146712?l=crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/feeds/114828507638146712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671514&amp;postID=114828507638146712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/114828507638146712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/114828507638146712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/2006/05/chinatown.html' title='chinatown'/><author><name>amanda smiles`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v687/purelyretro/thDSCF2637.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671514.post-114796046046625764</id><published>2006-05-18T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T16:42:51.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fabday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;today was fab, totally. Its like mum's birthday and she splurged a hefty sum on topshop and topman for me and my brother when we've yet to get her present. its like aww, so sweet(: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;we went to clarke quay to have scrumptous food, the bill was a major shock i swear. how i miss the days me matt and shing walked from china town to clarke quay and so on just taking pictures. anyway, the scene was picturesque.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;oh and i finally knew where ministry of sound was. to say, i was so excited like omg its so cool -the place when i stood at the entrance. but what a waste I'm not going to vaunt on the 31th.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;anyway, results were a total flush la. Expected the kind of results, really. wednesday's meet the parents session is going to be a disaster.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;chinatown photo whoring on saturday - I'm up to all smiles + even double joy when i'll be taking out braces tomorrow. like omg, i cant wait.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/2006/05/onlineshopping.html"&gt;previous&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/2006/05/chinatown.html"&gt;next&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671514-114796046046625764?l=crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/feeds/114796046046625764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671514&amp;postID=114796046046625764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/114796046046625764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/114796046046625764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/2006/05/fabday.html' title='fabday'/><author><name>amanda smiles`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v687/purelyretro/thDSCF2637.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671514.post-114758049699209037</id><published>2006-05-14T12:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T16:43:19.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>onlineshopping</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;It back to school tomorrow again - after a major long weekend. Next week will be my happiest week of finally being brace-free and back to contacts. I couldn't be much happier. happened to stumble across someone's xanga which she mentions losing friends over circumstances.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;oh, happy Mum's day - cousins treated mum and us to a hefty sum lunch yesterday. Aww, my cousins are always the best. &lt;/p&gt;ah anyway, my appetites really low these few days. I take few spoons of whatever food i'm given and i get full already. Its bound i'll lose weight if this kinda continues. Well, i am not on diet at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;collected my wedges yesterday and oh oh the girl lives just next to my place, convienent it is so. It a little too big as its one size larger than my usuals but its too gorgeous to let them go. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Church's gonna have children and youth camp this june but i can make it for the youth one and to help out in the children's one cause things will just get so hectic in june - all the extreme muggings and extra lessons. My, i wish june &lt;strong&gt;holidays&lt;/strong&gt; wont come so soon though holidays says it all proving otherwise i bet. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;i hate the last part of yesterday's sad love story :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/2006/05/reality.html"&gt;previous&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/2006/05/fabday.html"&gt;next&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671514-114758049699209037?l=crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/feeds/114758049699209037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671514&amp;postID=114758049699209037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/114758049699209037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/114758049699209037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/2006/05/onlineshopping.html' title='onlineshopping'/><author><name>amanda smiles`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v687/purelyretro/thDSCF2637.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671514.post-114751396487634349</id><published>2006-05-13T17:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T12:22:58.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>reality</title><content type='html'>back&lt;br /&gt;to&lt;br /&gt;everything&lt;br /&gt;that&lt;br /&gt;was&lt;br /&gt;called&lt;br /&gt;reality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/2006/05/afterexams.html"&gt;previous&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/2006/05/onlineshopping.html"&gt;next&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671514-114751396487634349?l=crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/feeds/114751396487634349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671514&amp;postID=114751396487634349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/114751396487634349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/114751396487634349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/2006/05/reality.html' title='reality'/><author><name>amanda smiles`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v687/purelyretro/thDSCF2637.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671514.post-114734890018738793</id><published>2006-05-11T19:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T16:45:21.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>afterexams</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;yesterday declared the last of mid year papers! practical was damn, didn't include one solution resulted in majorly different colour solution in the end. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Its definate i suck at praticals, at least I didnt get burned this time round&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Quarantine was just boring, as expected but we got to watch 'war of the worlds' &lt;em&gt;again&lt;/em&gt; and 'army days' which was such an old show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;caught aquamarine after with yvonne, jinli, clara and stella. It was a well good chick flick alright. loved the show, the talking starfish earring and sara paxton was stunning + gorgeous with her aqua highlights that i want so very much. did i mention she resembled paris hilton in one scene where she wore sunglasses?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm blind-folded on this roller coaster they call life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Keep trying to make it through the next turn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to visit grandparents at hougang today, my baby cousin is so darn cute. Its amazing how smart he is, especially when he ran out of the house to the neigbours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;left and dropped by orchard for few hours. bought big shades, theyre like so huge and cool. My brother got those long sleeve 'working man' type of shirt and plenty of boxes. why those for a sec one boy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i happened to stumbled across men's g-string. what the hell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;saw many people today - kailin peirong sokgin at roxy, jacq and friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;almost got a huge black paul frank watch today but the face was so heavy. damn. I'm still searching for david and goliath space cadet watch or some lookalikes. tried levis skinny jeans and though the fit was perfect, didnt like it. the topshop one was best - have to save for something so expensive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The 'kiss my ass' top came by mail today, was gorgeous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/1600/DSCN5669ddd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/320/DSCN5669ddd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;half of my online buys, scream at me :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/2006/05/whathurts.html"&gt;previous &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/2006/05/reality.html"&gt;next&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671514-114734890018738793?l=crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/feeds/114734890018738793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671514&amp;postID=114734890018738793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/114734890018738793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/114734890018738793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/2006/05/afterexams.html' title='afterexams'/><author><name>amanda smiles`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v687/purelyretro/thDSCF2637.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671514.post-114716851601098459</id><published>2006-05-09T17:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T20:22:20.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>whathurts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And having so much to say&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And watching you walk away&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AH FAVOURITE SONG!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked Jon to download this song yesterday and he loves it madly. anyway, maths paper was so hard today that i cant stop whining but amazingly i knew how to do vectors!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nevertheless, its the last written paper dudettes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Art was silly, i changed my layout at the last minute from spiral staircases to trishaw's wheels to show how things changes through time. I cant stop smiling since its the last paper and holidays are coming so hail shopping -wipes the sweat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like moving to diaryland, they have auto (prev - next) thing without me doing it after every post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If so, i'll be ihateyourcat.diaryland.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poseidon is opening on thursday omg holiday after killer papers, makes me madly happy. I'm going to sell more things now, hee hee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I cant wait to get this black wedges, so pumpin hot!(: damm my favourite song is placed on repeat mode. anyway, im so bored should have went town watch movie with von and jinli&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;tomorrow will be quarantine for damm hours la. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/2006/05/perfectfit.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;previous&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/2006/05/afterexams.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;next&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671514-114716851601098459?l=crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/feeds/114716851601098459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671514&amp;postID=114716851601098459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/114716851601098459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/114716851601098459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/2006/05/whathurts.html' title='whathurts'/><author><name>amanda smiles`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v687/purelyretro/thDSCF2637.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671514.post-114706754899253843</id><published>2006-05-08T13:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T20:23:19.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>perfectfit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;he was her perfect fit&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/1600/perfectfitf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/320/perfectfitf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like screaming all the vulgarities, i swear. my dog just tore my art piece, the only one i spent my whole afternoon and was just a little more to completion. I hate it, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/2006/05/study-sucks.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;previous&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/2006/05/whathurts.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;next&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671514-114706754899253843?l=crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/feeds/114706754899253843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671514&amp;postID=114706754899253843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/114706754899253843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/114706754899253843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/2006/05/perfectfit.html' title='perfectfit'/><author><name>amanda smiles`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v687/purelyretro/thDSCF2637.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671514.post-114674384032777162</id><published>2006-05-04T19:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T19:12:07.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>study-sucks</title><content type='html'>i never study again la :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;that U-ZAP thing works horribly, it just feels weird. Anyway, I have decided to make lego-inspired acessories and sell online, made one necklace already and i'm happy! See, i'll do other things instead of studying. recieved my rolling stones jacket by mail today and the colour is yuck but I cant deny its nice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/2006/04/no-school-again.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;previous&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/2006/05/perfectfit.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;next&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671514-114674384032777162?l=crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/feeds/114674384032777162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671514&amp;postID=114674384032777162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/114674384032777162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/114674384032777162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/2006/05/study-sucks.html' title='study-sucks'/><author><name>amanda smiles`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v687/purelyretro/thDSCF2637.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671514.post-114649016433896502</id><published>2006-05-01T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T21:35:55.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was so turnoffed this morning &lt;em&gt;thanks&lt;/em&gt; to this yuck stranger. well, asking a girl what bra she wears and all is totally not respecting a girl. It went on quite awhile, kept sending me a nudge when i refused to reply and i finally blocked him. Gross and its not like the first time things like these happens :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, went to meet this buyer at holland today to pass her the belt - first meetup. she was so sweet and adorable. glad i havent met those terrible &lt;strong&gt;irresponsible&lt;/strong&gt; buyer yet. im happy to be earning back my losses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And those who said i won't study today, you were all absoulutely right. I've wasted my long weekend not studying by going out and having barbeque and just doing other unneccessary things instead of studying + mid years starts on wednesday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I never knew I was ever this slack before&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The barbeque was quite alright today, short and nice cause everyone needed to head home early for there's school tomorrow. Played badminton on the rain was fun thus my cold will never seem to recover and no ice-creams. there's something wrong with the printer loader and i cant seem to upload the photos i took today - of most being self obsessed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, i hate going back to school tomorrow. What if i said migration was confirmed? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Leave that a question not to be answered yet. That day went to eat some restraunt at takashimaya opposite mos burger, well berenice works there. Alright now, I shall try to study abit of social studies. Oh, managed to get the book form my loveliest cousin instead of waiting for the book to be mailed. exam will be done by then. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And yesterday, had open sunday at church. were having some talk cum activity on &lt;em&gt;studies&lt;/em&gt;. I had to go and present unprepared on the question : " what are the obstacles faced while studying? " It was not scary but i had totally nothing to say and crapped like mad. So, i brought up one point that &lt;strong&gt;school is too strict&lt;/strong&gt;. well if you look at fairfield, though i just realised they are less strict now. Anyway, it was funny to go up in front of so many people and you know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Say goodnight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Means goodbye&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671514-114649016433896502?l=crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/feeds/114649016433896502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671514&amp;postID=114649016433896502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/114649016433896502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/114649016433896502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-was-so-turnoffed-this-morning-thanks.html' title=''/><author><name>amanda smiles`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v687/purelyretro/thDSCF2637.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671514.post-114613683067788310</id><published>2006-04-27T19:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T22:28:43.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;online shopping total damage : 300 bucks :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;but with pretty good steals i must admit. Anyway, just met this super lovely seller who is willing to give me her sec three ss textbook cause i lost mine. I am feeling so stressed now that midyears are so very near though i can't be bothered when my maths test mark was horribly terrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is really random - but i like &lt;em&gt;hands on deck&lt;/em&gt; by waking ashland. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you listening to my words?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And I saw your smile pass me by&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And landed far from me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And what does that mean?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that everything was changing.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671514-114613683067788310?l=crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/feeds/114613683067788310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671514&amp;postID=114613683067788310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/114613683067788310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/114613683067788310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/2006/04/online-shopping-total-damage-300-bucks.html' title=''/><author><name>amanda smiles`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v687/purelyretro/thDSCF2637.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671514.post-114585872293489385</id><published>2006-04-24T14:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T18:08:14.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no-school-again</title><content type='html'>oh great home for three more damm days :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;sigh i will be so bored at home and I've missed out on so much - schoolwork and all. And i've been hooking myself up with selling my stuffs online and earned quite a sum now and more which i'll recieve on my meetups on saturday. someone anyone please accompany me. I just paid a hefty amount for the david&amp;amp; goliath spree i took part in. I want to go back to school, two more days to kill. Had a terrible dream last night, i was so scared.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;my visit to the specialist today was &lt;u&gt;horrifying&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i will remember you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;will you remember me?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;when the time actually &lt;strong&gt;does&lt;/strong&gt; come, i wouldnt know how to face everything and everyone. i knew i was always an escapist who hates to come to face with the situation but to run away from it. a fugitive - you call it. I guess in everything, it just takes time. &lt;em&gt;as time heals&lt;/em&gt;, such a wonderul phrase. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/2006/04/ice-cream.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;previous&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/2006/04/study-sucks.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;next&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671514-114585872293489385?l=crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/feeds/114585872293489385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671514&amp;postID=114585872293489385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/114585872293489385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/114585872293489385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/2006/04/no-school-again.html' title='no-school-again'/><author><name>amanda smiles`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v687/purelyretro/thDSCF2637.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671514.post-114580786646708921</id><published>2006-04-23T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T18:18:25.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>meeups</title><content type='html'>man, will be down at town on saturday to do meetups and collect puma bag :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671514-114580786646708921?l=crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/feeds/114580786646708921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671514&amp;postID=114580786646708921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/114580786646708921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/114580786646708921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/2006/04/meeups.html' title='meeups'/><author><name>amanda smiles`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v687/purelyretro/thDSCF2637.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671514.post-114570088336176436</id><published>2006-04-22T18:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T13:11:05.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ice-cream</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;even if all is gone&lt;br /&gt;do not forget me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. &lt;strong&gt;Ben&amp;amp;Jerry's&lt;/strong&gt; are giving out free icecream on tuesday but im not free :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didnt turn up for chinese major exam today and i expected to sleep longer but got disturbed by a call around seven plus from the teacher on why i did not go. shem just send me some soccer video.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok bye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/2006/04/patheticthurs.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;previous&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/2006/04/no-school-again.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;next&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671514-114570088336176436?l=crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/feeds/114570088336176436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671514&amp;postID=114570088336176436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/114570088336176436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/114570088336176436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/2006/04/ice-cream.html' title='ice-cream'/><author><name>amanda smiles`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v687/purelyretro/thDSCF2637.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671514.post-114567770942695787</id><published>2006-04-22T11:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T13:06:56.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>where-it-all-ends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/1600/DSCN5227.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Cause I don't remember anymore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I just know that she warms my heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And knows what all my imperfections are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And she said that I was the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;brightest little firefly in her jar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/2006/04/patheticthurs.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;prev&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/2006/04/ice-cream.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;next &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671514-114567770942695787?l=crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/feeds/114567770942695787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671514&amp;postID=114567770942695787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/114567770942695787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/114567770942695787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/2006/04/where-it-all-ends.html' title='where-it-all-ends'/><author><name>amanda smiles`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v687/purelyretro/thDSCF2637.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671514.post-114563042298872367</id><published>2006-04-21T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T11:52:27.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>patheticthurs</title><content type='html'>thursday was &lt;strong&gt;pathetic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;day pattern was&lt;br /&gt;sleep&lt;br /&gt;breakfast&lt;br /&gt;sleep&lt;br /&gt;lunch&lt;br /&gt;sleep&lt;br /&gt;dinner&lt;br /&gt;sleep&lt;br /&gt;sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;my eye was so swollen that it couldnt even open and it was really painful = making me so bored that i kept sleeping. I am so glad today was so much better, though my left eye is bloodshot red and must be bandaged. And i must miss school for so many days + not even fit to take &lt;strong&gt;exams &lt;/strong&gt;tomorrow! &lt;em&gt;sighs &lt;/em&gt;i cant even hit the books in this terrible condition. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;hope monday will be better, dont want to come school looking like a one-eye bandaged freak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;have fun with the chinese papers tomorrow ya'll&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i was so happy today - i ordered &lt;strong&gt;one buck &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;elf &lt;/em&gt;mascara and lipgloss. guess the spree will take long to arrive since it isnt closed yet. talking about that reminds me that my puma bag will take eons to arrive too since she's too busy with school to send the item out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;went dental just now and had many people staring at my bandaged eye. sad news is that braces will only be out in &lt;em&gt;three weeks&lt;/em&gt; time just after midyear exams. darn i waited so long and thought it was today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;:( ouch my eye hurts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/2006/04/15april.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;prev&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/2006/04/where-it-all-ends.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;next&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/2006/04/where-it-all-ends.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671514-114563042298872367?l=crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/feeds/114563042298872367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671514&amp;postID=114563042298872367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/114563042298872367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/114563042298872367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/2006/04/patheticthurs.html' title='patheticthurs'/><author><name>amanda smiles`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v687/purelyretro/thDSCF2637.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671514.post-114510964718030416</id><published>2006-04-15T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T11:25:13.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>15april</title><content type='html'>15 April - &lt;strong&gt;totally lovely&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with the wonderful loves (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/1600/IMG_3436.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/200/IMG_3436.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/1600/IMG_3432.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/200/IMG_3432.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm gonna keep trying &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;getting denied just makes me want it more &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll keep trying and each time push harder than before &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't live my life always worried about what if&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have been out two days in a row. The way i start to neglect my books - frightening. I hope my distractions will be long gone for now so i can hit the books tonight. Today was fantastic wow to my little spendings + aplenty of crazy photos. drags school on monday so badly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anyway, love you two!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and now i'll try to be positive towards anything, be it good or bad. yes it will surely make me a much happier kid (: Being with my church girls really made me feel so care-free like yesterday. it was just filled with fun and fits of laughters, just makes you feel a sense of happiness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ooooh Easter sunday tomorrow. planned to celebrate jacq's belated birthday at seoul garden but i have church service. Herald told me to skip it and join them but no thanks. I think im gonna have sore eyes on the right eye soon, i hope very much its not happening or i wont get to wear contacts for a week which i will break.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;anyhows pictures ;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/1600/IMG_3437.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/320/IMG_3437.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/1600/DSCN5834.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/320/DSCN5834.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/1600/DSCN5864.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/320/DSCN5864.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/1600/DSCN5861.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/320/DSCN5861.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its like an mirror-mirror effect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/1600/DSCN5850.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/320/DSCN5850.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jumping attempt, it always fails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/1600/DSCN5839.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/320/DSCN5839.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/1600/DSCN5818.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/320/DSCN5818.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;secret recipe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/1600/DSCN5795.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/320/DSCN5795.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/1600/DSCN5766.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/320/DSCN5766.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/1600/DSCN5775.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/320/DSCN5775.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/1600/DSCN5729.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/320/DSCN5729.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love, me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/2006/04/14april.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;prev&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; - &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/2006/04/patheticthurs.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;next&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671514-114510964718030416?l=crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/feeds/114510964718030416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671514&amp;postID=114510964718030416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/114510964718030416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/114510964718030416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/2006/04/15april.html' title='15april'/><author><name>amanda smiles`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v687/purelyretro/thDSCF2637.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671514.post-114503758367084202</id><published>2006-04-15T01:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T11:26:29.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>14april</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/1600/cellouting1%20016.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today was totally &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wonderful&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;14 April (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;have never spent so much quality time with my girls plus today &lt;em&gt;rocked the town&lt;/em&gt; : laughing fits and buffets and cute 'mohawk' guy even though my heels were killers. I laugh like madness everytime we're together and today just rocked. Sakura buffet was hella fun, inviting curious stares when we were snapping crazy shots ( twirling hair with folk, wearing clipped-sunglasses and all sorts of lame stuff ), laughing and smiling when Rachel's cute waiter walks pass, making friends with the manager who wanted us to call him '&lt;em&gt;korkor&lt;/em&gt;'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I love you guys - &lt;strong&gt;all girls night out&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;something hilarious happened when we were trying to find sakura. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;" &lt;em&gt;The embarrassing incident of the day. A waiter peered out of the kitchen at us with a rather inquiring look on his face.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Erm, can I help you? You girls look...lost."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sarah and I stared at him. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A short pause filled the small area before Joyce said, "Uh...yeah. We're lost."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amanda burst out giggling. (As she continued to do so very frequently throughout the night) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then "what are you looking for?" the kind, friendly waiter, probably very much influenced by GEMS, further probed. Sarah and I stared at him still more. Another short pause ensued, unless you count Amanda's giggles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Finally, I said, "Err nevermind, it's okay, thanks."And with that, the four of us made a hurried retreat back into the lift. The doors had barely closed before we erupted into fits of laughter&lt;/em&gt;." -rachel's blog&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Met Christina after buffet and she offerred to treat us movie tickets but could'nt decide on the movie, walked from cine to wisma and back again when we decided to go Mount Faber so we all squeezed into her car and headed off. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Windows were open, speeding along highway with our hair disastrously tossing all over, it was splendid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;the views were fantastic up there, all the nightlights where we stopped and took aplenty of photos : jumping shots ( rachel's white flare skirt was &lt;em&gt;marilyn monroe-ish&lt;/em&gt;! ) and individual shots that I love alot. still recieving file from cel which is thirty-thousand KB left.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;walked around, took more pictures on the road. headed home when it strucked midnight. thanks to christina we all got free rides home from one end to another. I loved today alot and all my sweetarts!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sarah ; flying jumps and our very own marilyn monroes! says:&lt;br /&gt;and thank you for today! it was real great and fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/1600/DSCN5163.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/320/DSCN5163.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;tomorrow will be out again and i wouldnt have time to study for tests unless tonight which i am really tired out. and sunday will get to see my sweetarts again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, my brother's friends are staying over and they are hella noisy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;oh my dog suffered major shock today&lt;/em&gt; : i heard clashes coming from the kitchen and immediately rushed out to find my little skye covered in milk and shocked as ever, and broken glasses laid beside him. quickly carried him out if the kitchen and wasted alot of my time cleaning up the mess which left me a cut on my hand that i didnt notice until my mum told me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will upload more pictures once i recieve them which takes very long unfortunately.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;on the side note : my foot still hurts from all that killer heel&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/1600/cellouting1%20016.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/1600/DSCN5218.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/200/DSCN5218.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/1600/DSCN5212.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/200/DSCN5212.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/1600/cellouting1%20016.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/320/cellouting1%20016.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/1600/cellouting1%20029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/320/cellouting1%20029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/1600/cellouting1%20036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/320/cellouting1%20036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/1600/cellouting1%20005.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/1600/cellouting1%20005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/320/cellouting1%20005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/1600/cellouting1%20017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/320/cellouting1%20017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was the tempanyaki clips i was talking about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/1600/cellouting1%20014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/320/cellouting1%20014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/1600/DSCN5212.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;celena became spoon haha! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/1600/cellouting1%20024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/320/cellouting1%20024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/1600/cellouting1%20011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/320/cellouting1%20011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/1600/cellouting1%20048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/320/cellouting1%20048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/1600/cellouting1%20048.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;finally succeed after the many many attempts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;its 330am already, man im tired&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/2006/04/say-goodbye.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;prev&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; - &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/2006/04/15april.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;next&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671514-114503758367084202?l=crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/feeds/114503758367084202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671514&amp;postID=114503758367084202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/114503758367084202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/114503758367084202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/2006/04/14april.html' title='14april'/><author><name>amanda smiles`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v687/purelyretro/thDSCF2637.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671514.post-114494381714423409</id><published>2006-04-13T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T18:00:17.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>say-goodbye</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As I leave will you be someone to say good-bye?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As I leave will you be someone to wipe your eye?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My foot is out the door and you can't stop me now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Take the lead&lt;/strong&gt; was really good with killer dance moves, caught it with Jinli and Yvonne after my phys remedial. I loved today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;chinese mids are next week - doom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My concentration span is getting shorter. heading down to library tomorrow to catch up on revision and buffet with my sweetarts at night. I hate spending so much on food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v687/purelyretro/jay4j.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna be the one who saves me ? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/2006/04/dilemma.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;prev&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;- &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/2006/04/14april.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;next&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671514-114494381714423409?l=crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/feeds/114494381714423409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671514&amp;postID=114494381714423409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/114494381714423409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/114494381714423409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/2006/04/say-goodbye.html' title='say-goodbye'/><author><name>amanda smiles`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v687/purelyretro/thDSCF2637.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671514.post-114466928530612833</id><published>2006-04-10T19:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T11:30:15.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dilemma</title><content type='html'>i wonder&lt;br /&gt;among all this dilemma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;am i wronged?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/2006/04/goodbye.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;prev&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; - &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/2006/04/say-goodbye.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;next&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671514-114466928530612833?l=crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/feeds/114466928530612833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671514&amp;postID=114466928530612833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/114466928530612833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/114466928530612833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/2006/04/dilemma.html' title='dilemma'/><author><name>amanda smiles`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v687/purelyretro/thDSCF2637.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671514.post-114455702088742171</id><published>2006-04-09T12:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T11:32:04.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>goodbye</title><content type='html'>I don't want to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;I can see the fear inside your eyes&lt;br /&gt;It's so hard to walk away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that this feels like the end&lt;br /&gt;Life never seems to let you win&lt;br /&gt;But I'll be back someday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/2006/04/miss.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;prev&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; - &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/2006/04/dilemma.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;next&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671514-114455702088742171?l=crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/feeds/114455702088742171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671514&amp;postID=114455702088742171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/114455702088742171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/114455702088742171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/2006/04/goodbye.html' title='goodbye'/><author><name>amanda smiles`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v687/purelyretro/thDSCF2637.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671514.post-114455531485569733</id><published>2006-04-09T12:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T11:37:27.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>miss</title><content type='html'>when i say out loud i wanna get out of this&lt;br /&gt;i wonder, is there anything im gonna miss?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;how's it gonna be&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/2006/04/sick.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;prev&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; - &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/2006/04/goodbye.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;next&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671514-114455531485569733?l=crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/feeds/114455531485569733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671514&amp;postID=114455531485569733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/114455531485569733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/114455531485569733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/2006/04/miss.html' title='miss'/><author><name>amanda smiles`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v687/purelyretro/thDSCF2637.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671514.post-114449299431362338</id><published>2006-04-08T18:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T11:40:20.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sick</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;wednesday + thursday + friday + saturday = sick and no school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My week was so good ok stayed home everyday thus i was dammit bored. ow rejected history project again and we have to &lt;em&gt;redo&lt;/em&gt;! darn Went to library yesterday with yvonne and samuel to research the hist of cold war. Stacked piles and piles of history books on the table just to realise it was &lt;strong&gt;not on loan&lt;/strong&gt;. so there and there took pictures and hardcopied the notes but i still got a feeling it will not be up to his frickin tough standard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;no more mc coverage for monday. you know my online shopping is getting way too out of hand. It'll bound to get me so broke that no one's going to help me get back all those money. All those shopaholics out there, tell me do you ever regret after splurging? I bet you do too, unless you're way too rich.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;this is really terrible - my textbooks and homework are right beside me but they dont seem very attractive but i'll have to try surrendering myself to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/1600/DSCN5120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/320/DSCN5120.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;oh and guess what, Im stuck to specs for a week thanks to sore eyes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/2006/04/miss.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;back&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671514-114449299431362338?l=crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/feeds/114449299431362338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671514&amp;postID=114449299431362338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/114449299431362338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/114449299431362338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/2006/04/sick.html' title='sick'/><author><name>amanda smiles`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v687/purelyretro/thDSCF2637.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671514.post-114398789698453065</id><published>2006-04-02T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T17:07:35.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;cherrypixel says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;know whats worse? to walk away from people who grew up with you, cared and know you best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Nothing has ever troubled me so much since + drifting from those really close to me, yes I am sure to spent these four months though i really hope things change or maybe its just God's plan for me to take thngs at a much easier pace. Memories &amp;amp; friends, i finally understood how much it really means. It makes me feel like crying everytime thoughts flood my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am stuck in between myraids of emotions that i just cant handle. Friends, though they may seem temporary, they mean the most to me and its hard to leave them in time to come. Yuck. You know people always say when you have opportunity, grab it and make ful use of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess some great opportunities holds much sacrifices, i mean alot. I hate scarifices, i hate goodbyes. who does anyway but acceptance in what comes my way is hard, absolutely. oh freak, im actually tearing as i type. please do not ask me what has happen or what this is about. I want to keep it low for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I havent been updating on a daily basis. School has been taking up so much of my time. But its alright, I feel so productive aftersession of &lt;strong&gt;sure to excel&lt;/strong&gt;. I simply love my sweetest churchies, they make me aww like crazy i miss them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been out so late the past continuous days&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;so okay tomorrow is back to dating the textbooks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;forget me not&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671514-114398789698453065?l=crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/feeds/114398789698453065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671514&amp;postID=114398789698453065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/114398789698453065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/114398789698453065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/2006/04/cherrypixel-says-know-whats-worse-to.html' title=''/><author><name>amanda smiles`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v687/purelyretro/thDSCF2637.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671514.post-114363809797206600</id><published>2006-03-29T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T21:24:23.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I feel that we have drifted. I mean it. I miss those other times, together. Now, its just not the same anymore. Theres some things Im pretty mad about but the reasons are really dumb. Nevermind. Everything today just sucked alright. So many things thats just makes you want to scream from the top. Now I know how things change ever so quickly, I feel bad. Recieved my juicy couture clutch today and not a pinch excited about it &lt;strong&gt;anymore&lt;/strong&gt;. These days are just so horrifying, Im bored drowning myself in books and just books alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671514-114363809797206600?l=crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/feeds/114363809797206600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671514&amp;postID=114363809797206600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/114363809797206600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/114363809797206600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-feel-that-we-have-drifted.html' title=''/><author><name>amanda smiles`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v687/purelyretro/thDSCF2637.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671514.post-114334814087930776</id><published>2006-03-26T12:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T13:23:21.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;And as the summer's ending, the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;cool &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;air &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;will rush your hard heart away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Another shopping spree yesterday when I was supposed to stay home and study all day long, and i wasted three solid hours which i could get some information into my brain. But leave that, at least i didnt come home empty-handed and it'll be a break.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/1600/entwurfiiieeuii.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/320/entwurfiiieeuii.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Recently, i have been so hooked to online sprees, ordering freely and heck the price. Its so horrible the way i am spending like just yesterday i splurge fourteen on a &lt;strong&gt;Jordi Labanda&lt;/strong&gt; file, its only a file where people get it at less than few bucks, its getting &lt;em&gt;insane&lt;/em&gt; really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost bought this dressy-like type of top at zara, like &lt;a href="http://www.forever21.com/product.asp?catalog%5Fname=FOREVER21&amp;category%5Fname=tops&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;product%5Fid=2028120462&amp;showBACK=OK"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; but they ran out my sizes. Maybe i'll go back and get it some other day when the stock's back or make do with medium. Anyway, thats enough of sprees and splurges, cause if this goes on, it'll seriously burn out my bank account.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The August sky will then bare witness &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;to a brand new chapter with torn up pages&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;When the planets align, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I can feel the gates opening to my courage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh and i just remembered, the dressing room at zara was filled with like so many girls please and they were screaming and going high over this dark blue nautica pair of shorts. And all was taking turns to try just one pair of shorts which i dont even find it adorable, and the noise - &lt;em&gt;it was crazy&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yesterday stayed up really late just chatting and revising, chatting and revising, so my concentration level was up&amp;amp;down. but its cool. the schools ' &lt;strong&gt;sure to excel&lt;/strong&gt; ' thang starts tomorrow, aint sure. - think positive baby. so now, got to get going on history scrapbook. Oh Snap, i just realised the paper is with matthew and mr ow havent given us the two worksheets yet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;b &lt;/strong&gt;:i now very worried that ur school work will affect ur walk with God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;m &lt;/strong&gt;:actually, its starting to. i hope you cld pray for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;b: &lt;/strong&gt;i will&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671514-114334814087930776?l=crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/feeds/114334814087930776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671514&amp;postID=114334814087930776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/114334814087930776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/114334814087930776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/2006/03/and-as-summers-ending-cool-air-will_26.html' title=''/><author><name>amanda smiles`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v687/purelyretro/thDSCF2637.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671514.post-114321587202307961</id><published>2006-03-24T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T10:54:10.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:22;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Black;"&gt;CHERRY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Black;"&gt;PIXEL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;this whole week din't go very smoothly, alot of changes and happenings. tremendous school stress have been smashing right at me of late, and its really hard to grasp. I am so glad things took a turn, and i'm looking at school through the positive perspective. The upcoming weeks will be tough, everyday until six just sheer studying and revision. &lt;strong&gt;Yuck&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The August sky will then bare witness to a brand new chapter with torn up pages&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When the planets align, I can feel the gates opening to my courage.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;dad called back yesterday and said he wants to entrol me into a private school once he come back, like &lt;strong&gt;no &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;hello &lt;/em&gt;though it was pretty much what I always wanted cause fairfield is just too stressful for me. so so i am staying in shcool until school ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Anyway, had sports heat for 8 x 1 yesterday. It went really bad, told you this week didnt work out for me. I couldnt run, i knew i didnt put in my very best. so heres sorry for the disappointments if we did not get to the &lt;em&gt;whatever&lt;/em&gt; positions.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home straight after sch with Jinli, and i loved the effectiveness of today really. Finished all the homeworks and did like hell plenty of revisions. I have no idea who/what motivated me but this attitude's really a blast. -&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;thanks God&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ANYWAY, wednesday was like burger king and then &lt;strong&gt;secret recipe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;chocolate indulgence&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; huge slice of cake with von, it was way filling until you cannot gorge yourself with a little more food. But I still came home and ate two bowls of fried rice. I tell you, that day was very sinful for me. My appetites are a problem and its horrible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the month of April is approaching and the weekends tomorrow, like yay. Wanted to go for the choir thang with the rest but dental was in the way. leave that, i was really tired anyway. Cant wait for the juicy couture clutch to arrive in the mail anytime soon. Ive got good news today, cause im gonna take out braces like really really soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Just throw it back, for one more night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;On a starlit and moon-struck night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;The ground did fold and eat us both&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;But all my love, I did devote.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the pe was tiring, especially the run which me and von kept saying it was fun as we watched the boys. I love maths now, the topic is so fricking lovable and this sounds really weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have bad body aches almost everywhere especially my arms. tomorrow will be horrible. Argh. ooh, as i just remembered, have to get down to designs and compilation of informations for history scrapbook by tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this = sounds like fun, seriously&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;off to bed already, damm tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671514-114321587202307961?l=crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/feeds/114321587202307961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671514&amp;postID=114321587202307961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/114321587202307961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/114321587202307961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/2006/03/cherrypixel-this-whole-week-dint-go.html' title=''/><author><name>amanda smiles`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v687/purelyretro/thDSCF2637.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671514.post-114294153566763288</id><published>2006-03-21T19:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T20:52:55.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;schools a mundane routine, everything was nice today especially when mdm lim was in a rather good mood despite all the disses about skipping art on the fifteen and not doing homeworks. Dateline being extended was such a bliss. Stayed back for clb after school, it was boring and my memory's turning its back on me. Yuck. Had a hard time just memorising ten words, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;just ten goodness me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Anyway, Jinli and Nick stayed and helped me, so thankyous. And to my surprise, clb actually has oral and primaryschooltype compos. All along i thought its just the simple main paper and bang im wrong this sucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Everyday, im pratically suffering from the homework syndrome. Homework stinks, totally. Tomorrow's the best day out of the whole week, im relieved. &lt;strong&gt;Art - oh i can wait to start on my actual piece.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I still have this holiday-&lt;em&gt;ish&lt;/em&gt; feeling and its not a tad good. -sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;This may seem really weird or something but im pretty excited over the whole history scrapbook thing. Just say how much I love scrapbooking wheeboo. -oh yippyoohyays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weirdly, I feel ike gorging myself with food like almost every minute. ok, maybe not until so bad, but its like im feeling so greedy these days plus it'll be horrifying to see the amount of weight i put on, and this friday ah freak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, fantasy by britney spears is launching in singapore soon. I'm glad i had it already, and i realised i hardly use perfume. I really better get my ass down to doing phys and eng -SCREAAMMM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/1600/whitebgRhahadddsssffccc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/320/whitebgRhahadddsssffccc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671514-114294153566763288?l=crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/feeds/114294153566763288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671514&amp;postID=114294153566763288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/114294153566763288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/114294153566763288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/2006/03/schools-mundane-routine-everything-was.html' title=''/><author><name>amanda smiles`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v687/purelyretro/thDSCF2637.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671514.post-114269649357598572</id><published>2006-03-18T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T00:44:21.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/1600/n07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/320/n07.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I actually slacked the whole morning, come to think of it. When I kept telling myself "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;do homework, its important. do do do!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; " but but it was a failed attempt, talking some self-motivational words to myself didnt help &lt;strong&gt;at all&lt;/strong&gt;. school is starting on monday already and im so done for. We have to like show our faces to the whole school then, embarrassing it is and homeworks arent done. I should just go see ms lim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywaaay, met the china trip people today, a gathering which was not really one cause many werent there. had steamboat cum barbeque at marina. And my eyebrows are really disastrous, makes me look so fierce which i totally regret trimming. ANDDD, I actually helped to cut and wash crap during the steamboat. It was quite fun actually even with all the crab's crap splashing at my tee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the steamboat, played pool and I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;totally&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; just suck at it please. Steamboat was quite alright, some of us headed home after while the rest went &lt;em&gt;ihavenoideawhere&lt;/em&gt;. Me, stella and clara jsut stopped at a few shops at citylink. bought green&amp;black &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;paul frank&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; slippers = &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, even though there are so many people around me everytime, I still do feel more alone than ever. the feeling is horrid and sometimes, i dont even understand myself cause its all messed up and tangled inside. Yuck boy this sucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i am really tired out from everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;whatever'&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;and i have been feeling so weird or rather being really weird nowadays. &lt;em&gt;oh my goodnessss.&lt;/em&gt; freak freak freak freak. Anyway, paris hilton has this really &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;hot&lt;/span&gt; rolling stones tube top. Recently, I couldnt get into &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;sgselltrade &lt;/span&gt;even though my lj nick is on the list, so that means no more online shopping. And thats a sure good thing. I want those online shopping sprees stuff where they order things from us as a bulk, but the sprees always closes early and I always miss it. There's this really good &lt;strong&gt;karmaloop.com&lt;/strong&gt; spree going on and it closed yesterday oh man &lt;em&gt;i totally love their stuffs&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am really getting sleepy so goodnight yall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/320/yhgh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671514-114269649357598572?l=crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/feeds/114269649357598572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671514&amp;postID=114269649357598572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/114269649357598572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/114269649357598572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-actually-slacked-whole-morning-come.html' title=''/><author><name>amanda smiles`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v687/purelyretro/thDSCF2637.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671514.post-114258412079324976</id><published>2006-03-17T15:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T00:45:51.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;pardon the change of link again cause the earlier couldnt be displayed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Boy am i bored :( I have been so hooked to substantial shopping sprees exhausting all the money out from my back account but I love all my new splurges. I havent had the time to hit my books yet (no, its just that i'm plain lazy) so today shall be it and homework's a bitch i tell you. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i need alot of motivation please.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i went tanning with von on tues after training for sports day run and &lt;em&gt;oh my gawwwwwsh &lt;/em&gt;it was freaking waste my time waking up early and run only 50m and alot didnt turn up. ANYWAAAY, i actually tann when im still freaking fat. Oh gosh, i put a complete stop to those cravings for chocolates when i am bored. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;we lay under mr sun for like half an hour only i guess, washed up and headed to bugis. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;LOVE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;spent a bomb there and almost killed myself. just now you know how i spent money like water. random : i really really love the ultra pink minis i bought yest. And i just realised my liking for skirts are getting shorter and shorter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I really want to have my hair short and just buy wigs. So i can have short and long hair as and when i want to. WHHHHEEEEE. tml's gonna be the china trip outing but i have no idea about the what and where of the whole clueless thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last sunday, caught the date movie. hilarious stuff i tell you but many scenes were right from other movies plus some parts were really nonsensical and that sophie monk was super hot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the yunnan trip&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;in a few words&lt;/em&gt; :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;photo whores, happy lot of us, learnt new card games, sick sick and sick, horrible bumpy bus rides, condiditons = really bad, super long talks, hot stories, freezing whether, peeing in the open, heated beds at hostel, two hours shopping trip, long walk to school, painting the school wall, doing that hard soil thing, jokes and laughters, Hugs&amp;Kisses, goodbyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the trip was really = wonderful :) I had a great time in yunnan though conditions and sickness were really a thing there. Anyway, i think theres a problem with my link or my blog cause theres this irirtating error everytime i enter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Theres no way to deny shes lovley&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Perfect skin perfect hair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Perfumed hearts everywhere&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tell myself that inside shes ugly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maybe I'm just jealous&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't help but hate her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;that song's really nice and you should hear &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;valentine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;strong&gt;the get up kids&lt;/strong&gt;. Like only recently, i have friend whom just have a &lt;strong&gt;major&lt;/strong&gt; problem keeping away from me. It irritating the nuts out of me plus the last time i actually talked to him was more than two years ago. &lt;em&gt;oh goodness me&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;David and Goliath tees and junk food tees = HOT! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;went to check junk food vintage tees yest cause i wanted the rolling stones one but they were even close to cheap please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhows, all the art students are gonna get real screwed on monday. oh yay, i am so excited. We didnt turn up for art something on wed. I went to school and went back cause there was no one, how dumb. By the way, i think we are going to stand in front of the whole school, so cool ok. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/1600/13526926132759l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/320/13526926132759l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671514-114258412079324976?l=crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/feeds/114258412079324976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671514&amp;postID=114258412079324976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/114258412079324976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/114258412079324976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/2006/03/pardon-change-of-link-again-cause.html' title=''/><author><name>amanda smiles`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v687/purelyretro/thDSCF2637.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671514.post-114087076438823879</id><published>2006-02-25T19:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T15:16:26.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Let's toast the night away to friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;And forget about tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ahh yes yes, daddy flew back yesterday with two bottles of britney spears's &lt;strong&gt;fantasy&lt;/strong&gt; and some huge mirror for chinatrip. My date today with kristal and joel was canceled cause she cant make it, instead had lunch with cousins and headed to town. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I met my best and worst hobby - shopping sprees!! After not spending for a thrillion years, I find myself pulling out tons of red notes from my handbag in almost every hour. And i don't understand how my money flows like a running tap, just splashed a big blue note on hairties and accesories alone, some of which are for my thailand kids. Spent like a mad duckiebooboo on bags and top top top &amp; tops. So shopping is naturally not a good thing at all, unless window shopping &lt;strong&gt;actual&lt;/strong&gt; works on you but it doesn't on me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I guess i had to pass that mambo bag online, the prices are increasing like nobody's buisness. To such coincidence, the girl that has offered the best price which im unwilling to compete with happens to have the same full name as my childhood bestie, which i have been recently talking about. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- SCREAMMMS-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And who will happen to like have the same full name. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;anyhows, me and joel decided to compete whos gonna lose more weight after the chinatrip. -chompchomp&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ahh i have to get down to books for mondays test&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and by the way, i had really messy hair today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;oh gorgeous, i have to take dinner &amp;amp; bye with love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671514-114087076438823879?l=crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/feeds/114087076438823879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671514&amp;postID=114087076438823879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/114087076438823879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/114087076438823879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/2006/02/lets-toast-night-away-to-friendsand.html' title=''/><author><name>amanda smiles`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v687/purelyretro/thDSCF2637.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671514.post-114060259709624379</id><published>2006-02-22T17:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T15:17:36.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;cocktail dresses and constellations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I posted an entry yest and it disappeared, so i cant be bothered to retype. Anyhows, the week has been going on totally fine cause i'm not a sickie anymore. Surfing online shopping journals is a happy dosage but I dont get the transactions and postages part. And i came acrossed this page selling kickass pretty rock chic charms, demanding prices without doubt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Anyway, its far less than two more weeks before china trip. I cant wait for this saturday with kris, for juicy couture hunt. Ahhhh those juicy delights that makes you lick and drool for their bags while slowly jucily draining money from your pockets. Oooh Juicy couture baby how attractive baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Mondays to fridays are such mundane routine. Could school ever start a little later? Because fairfield lives on hard rules, i have been caught three days consecutively for fringes. -arghhhh I love going against the school rules on perfect attire but this year's just too hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Almost two months is going to whizz past us and this year calls for a major stress year. Schoolworks and schoolstuffs is exhausting me, making me give up at the slighest failures. Damm, my limewire is lost once again, losing all the songs. Anyway, chapel is always something to look forward to. I loved yesterdays one and every other chapel in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;come live with me all my life, take over &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I miss being a kid when i reminiscence upon all the dug out old photographs. Metaphorically as a kid, i used to imagine a huge tinted-glass ornament all filled up with beautifully painted porcelain dolls and stagnant little toy soldiers which would radiate joy at every christmas celebrations. Then, on being questioned what is the best present i recieved, I would always fall into the victim of a materialistic child, never failing to talk on and on about a new possession. I miss those young old days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I'm sleeping my way out of this one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;With anyone who will lie down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I'll be stuck fixated on one star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;When the world is crashing down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;yvonne - if youre reading this, remember to bring passport tomoorow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ahhh i forgot to go gym and im still munching on chocolates&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671514-114060259709624379?l=crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/feeds/114060259709624379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671514&amp;postID=114060259709624379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/114060259709624379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/114060259709624379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/2006/02/cocktail-dresses-and-constellations-i.html' title=''/><author><name>amanda smiles`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v687/purelyretro/thDSCF2637.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671514.post-114035169546303161</id><published>2006-02-19T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T20:21:36.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have such a high tendency to fall sick, really.&lt;br /&gt;just as i have just recovered, i'm down again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671514-114035169546303161?l=crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/feeds/114035169546303161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671514&amp;postID=114035169546303161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/114035169546303161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/114035169546303161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-have-such-high-tendency-to-fall-sick.html' title=''/><author><name>amanda smiles`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v687/purelyretro/thDSCF2637.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671514.post-114025227398388269</id><published>2006-02-18T16:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T17:33:13.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;POPSICLE &gt;&gt; YOURE MY ICICLE LOOP&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Its raining animal farms now, creating this whole mystic feeling. Giving such a wonderful time to say "goodnight yall". The weather should be like these in the morning, so there won't be crosscountry. But too bad guys, at least my MC saved me. And i have mastered the art of minimizing things into a minibag. -yippyoohyays&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;entire day at home = boredom + too much self-reflections&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;with much self-reflections, lets you thinking of worst to come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ripped this off a mag;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;'diet tricks that backfire'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-purging after a big meal (in other words, puking on purpose) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-counting every calorie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-juice-fasting a few days&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;all adds to a big &lt;strong&gt;X&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;unfortunately, i tend to fall in the last category, not living on water alone but abstaining from most delicacies and "no eat" days. The big boohoos, i need to lose weight before i start putting on like crazy. ANY experts on selling/buying online goodies? I need to throw some stuffs into the 'online buisness' so I have more space to stock up new items.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;testing out the new effect on photoshop and its hard stuff boohoohoos. The skin color must coordinate with the paint and it keeps turning out to be black. Ignore that, anyhows, back to school on mon (i hope to be a sickie again) and i have tons of chinese wk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;And it's as if new old eyes have found me, because things look different than before. I've never felt so light and so free and so willing to go on no matter what I come across. Cause I will not stop pushing until I have recovered what was lost&lt;/span&gt;. " &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;For reasons only we know, for words only the heart is able to show.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Shooting stars is only a trail of debris, of what we wish on and see. In the upper left quardrant of the sky, a radiant bursts in a new stream of sparks. Do all wonderful things happen when we are not aware of them? Every second, another streak of silver glows : parentheses, exclamation points, commas - a whole grammer made of light, for words to hard to speak. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;4-11 march : drats like crazy however, thank God i'm would be sleeping with clara and stella over there where i will be looking forward to all the mad photo sessions with them. Now, there's one positive outlook to china though providing service there is the most positive reason.&lt;br /&gt;love you two! -smmmoooucks-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I dont know why some people are just so blinded when it comes to horrid personalities but overlooked by looks. -goodness sake, good for you- &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;YOU are such a loser, really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#8bccd0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Anyhows, I really need to go on a shopping spree. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KAACHINNG$&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - been saving up to splurge on heels like my black ones, more colours are love. went to thin my hair but end up having major 'short' hair and the fricken thickness is still there -grumbles grumbles grumbles. Oh wells, its past midnight baby and i should be off to finish chinese tough workloads.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671514-114025227398388269?l=crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/feeds/114025227398388269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671514&amp;postID=114025227398388269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/114025227398388269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/114025227398388269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/2006/02/youre-my-icicle-loop-its-raining.html' title=''/><author><name>amanda smiles`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v687/purelyretro/thDSCF2637.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671514.post-114018822341538271</id><published>2006-02-17T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T23:59:11.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;obscured by the stand up arcade&lt;br /&gt;And the sound of the descendents&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have taken on a sickie baby. I am starting to despise my whole immune system for catching the sick bug so randomly. Chesty cough with lots of phlegm that you can barely breathe, throat infection, minor asthma and the aftermath of coughing like a sick duckie during chinese, i had a minor internal fracture. -fret not its minor- I want to be sick no more. Excused from crxss country tomorrow -oohyays! My room's filled with duffel bags and travel compacts, was checking out how to scrim and squeeze into a minibag. yes, i have always lookforward to service learning trips but this time round its completely different.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Came across my diary two days ago and read through all the heartwarming letters from thailand, i love these kids. Mood was in bad state yesterday and i don't even feel sorry to any one who felt offended. Wanted to just leave school, go home on self-reflections. But i pulled sixuan with me and headed jacks place for lunch. Love the talk my dear. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;revenge over that hotlies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;oh sweet poison baby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;she came over my place, did phys and online shopping. We were laughing like mad hippos over failed prankcalls until we finally achieved. Pretending to be from some model agency, pranked called someone, he seriously believed (or maybe he played along but couldnt be) = major laughing matter. I love those laughing sessions with sixuan, but mum was wondering "what the hell is going on". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Owning a lomography camera will be like the coolest thing ever, handling the coolest gadget ever. I fell in love with the green lomo somebody is selling -big smile- Oh yes, i just thought of a pretty stupid but somewhat nice idea for the china trip tee : " reaching out to those in need, a blessing indisguise". Picture currently undescriptive in details here. Still sourcing for hot pictures for this journal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;picture a depressed person in silhouette + now picture me in it = just cannot right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My old self is tie-ing me up tight again, these feelings are too overwhelming in any case. Stresses are getting the worst of me, not the better of me. I am so uptight on focusing to pass every test that come by, thus, making minor failures a big disappointment. Good, you might say, as worrying about the o's has already hit me. But if you ask me how has it been, i'll slap you. I keep trying to relax at the most pressured moment, but it keeps getting worst, working myself out hard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I need a soul; someone to rely on, to pour out all nonsence and problems to even though the problem may be retardee at times, someone that knows you well and willing to hear you out anytime anywhere and at every moment -the person is always free for you. To my case, its really sad that no one is that really trustable and reliable. -my gosh &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;having a tattoo at the front waist is funk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;sorry, i get really cranky at times&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;so let do with visuals to leave me less crankier&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 3px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 3px solid; MARGIN: 3px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 3px solid; WIDTH: 172px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 3px solid; HEIGHT: 139px; img: " height="87" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/200/DSCN4476.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 3px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 3px solid; MARGIN: 3px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 3px solid; WIDTH: 172px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 3px solid; HEIGHT: 139px; img: " height="87" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/200/DSCN4479.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671514-114018822341538271?l=crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/feeds/114018822341538271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671514&amp;postID=114018822341538271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/114018822341538271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/114018822341538271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/2006/02/obscured-by-stand-up-arcade-and-sound.html' title=''/><author><name>amanda smiles`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v687/purelyretro/thDSCF2637.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671514.post-113992042753747752</id><published>2006-02-14T20:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T19:05:20.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>everybody goes : &lt;strong&gt;happy valentines day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I had witness and felt much love around the school, passing presents to each others, happily wishing valentines at almost every table. From stuff toys, to flowers to hearts and, even to balloons, everyone out there is sharing the love. And thanks to all for wishes and gifts from the bottom of your hearts. I love ya'll plentiful -inserts big heart and big smile-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Didnt you know valentines gave me a pretty mark that will scar my precious skin for life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Everytime chemistry lessons would give me that total 'switch-off' feeling even before i step in class. And today was no exception, pract made it worse. I felt so agitated throughout the whole practical session. If you say once that intrest in the subject is gone, everything would turn out bad, i'd have to say; how true. Chem annoys me terribily.The testube holder i was using was so loose that my testubes dropped like a thousand times. I couldnt have been more careless to put my hand beside the bunsenburner. So as you would have expected, the pipping oh-so freshly burnt testube fell right onto my precious skin. Then came the unbearable pain that stopped me from carrying out anymore experiments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Fighting for no reward&lt;br /&gt;Cold in the rain&lt;br /&gt;I'm tossing and turning&lt;br /&gt;your words ever burning my heart&lt;br /&gt;Love's an electric storm&lt;br /&gt;of pleasure and pain where&lt;br /&gt;thunder and lightening are crashing And&lt;br /&gt;Striking us down&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We've gotten back maths results, like finally. It turned out to be a major surprise. Need to hurry prep work and sketches for art. -drats-  Recently, I just realised that hope has always been tied to me especially at those moments when I thought hope was gone completely. I always had the negative side when it comes to studies that I couldnt make it and should drop schooling. But my tests so far proved me wrong. Perserverence is the key. I am starting to turn optimistic -ooohyays&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;"You are striving to make favourable impressions all of the time and you are going out of your way to make the impression that you are something special. You are constantly on the watch to see how your friends and neighbours are reacting to your various ploys. But this is so unnecessary because most of the time you are in control of the situation - and you are, in the nicest sense of the word, a 'manipulator' because you use various strategies very cleverly in order to influence and obtain the necessary recognition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of late, everything seems to be going so slowly - far slower than you anticipated - and this is causing you much anxiety and frustration. It would appear that there is little you can do about the series of events that now seem to be taking place. In spite of the fact that you feel like 'giving up' - don't. Take a deep breath and start over again and you will find that eventually the expression 'All's well that ends well' will have an extra special meaning for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a rather inhibited sort of person. This could be the result of your upbringing or of your schooling, whatever. You are able to obtain satisfaction from various forms of physical or emotional activity but all in all you are inclined to be emotionally withdrawn. As a consequence of this you find it difficult to sustain any deep involvement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are being unduly influenced by the situation that is all around you. You do not like the feeling of loneliness and whatever it is that seems to separate you from others. You know that life can be wonderful and you are anxious to experience life in all its aspects, to live it to the full. You therefore resent any restriction or limitations that are being imposed on you and you insist on going it alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are trying to build up your own position and you resist all external influences. You insist that you are your own person and you will not tolerate any outside interference. Decisive and proud, you are true managerial material." &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;second paragraph of; how true&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671514-113992042753747752?l=crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/feeds/113992042753747752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671514&amp;postID=113992042753747752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/113992042753747752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/113992042753747752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/2006/02/everybody-goes-happy-valentines-day-i.html' title=''/><author><name>amanda smiles`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v687/purelyretro/thDSCF2637.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671514.post-113983547048122356</id><published>2006-02-13T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T17:34:15.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The valentines thing is driving me nuts over nuts over the edge. It isnt as nice as last year's one but its the thought that counts doesnt it? I am trying my best to make it look presentable and arty as possible cause thats the way i like things done, perfectly. I went town with kristal after i had lunch with ms ong. The worst part was going there made it worse, i completely messed up the valentines thing badly. I am like frickenly grumbling intensively at myself now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;thrash these self-talkness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;had a great time and catch up with my dearest kristal. My fingers are really numb as i thump hard against each key -sighs. I had the personal time with ms ong which she requested to have with everyone of us. And and to my (ohmygosh) surprise, she like spent a great deal of time talking to me about &lt;strong&gt;relationships&lt;/strong&gt;. I was really shocked, in a weird way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;teacher + student + talk abt relationships = very odd&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;get the picture? very observant indeed, i am, still very surprised. I am feeling very sick now my gosh. Not lovesick mind you, but sick sick. I might not even be able to turn up at school tomorrow. Should be happy or what? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today didnt quite turn out to be a very 'manda's day'. Everything seemed to be opposing me. I signed up for chinese language basics, given much support from mum. yes, i was, very thrilled to be there as having free periods to concentrate on other subjects was a bliss rather than talking china language. So, i excitedly left the classroom to join the rest for free period baby! Then, like far beyond the first period, laoshi sent gab up to find me and and said&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I couldnt join clb because i passed chinese test&lt;/strong&gt; by a mark. Freakin piss me off big time, but i admit i was happy like a turtle-in-a-shell that i passed unexpectedly. so bye bye chinese basics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;tomorrow i will see alot of red hearts, pink hearts and lovey-dovey couples.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;kiss kiss to all out there, love ya&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/1600/whitebgxxxxxedfdfdfd.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671514-113983547048122356?l=crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/feeds/113983547048122356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671514&amp;postID=113983547048122356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/113983547048122356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/113983547048122356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/2006/02/valentines-thing-is-driving-me-nuts.html' title=''/><author><name>amanda smiles`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v687/purelyretro/thDSCF2637.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671514.post-113975148476784200</id><published>2006-02-12T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T22:29:08.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Apologies for the days away off updating this journal. I can't be so constant, its wasting my time. Doing valentines stuffs are so time-reducting. I was so happy i managed to accomplish social studies test chapter yesterday til three am and still wasnt fricken tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Had a chat with my friend earlier on his crush and persuading him to ask her out. Its somehwhat funny, really. Its all boils down to this day called valentines, doesnt it? where loves goes all around, goes all out to those who you cared and cherish the most, of how you remember the years of friendship and how we've grow from it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was looking at the old photograph albums of which brings back my childhood memory days. Oh down this memory lane dear. I miss the days my childhood bestfriend and i would enjoy each others company, anticipating our future. Those were the loveliest times you wish you could keep forever but everyone knew it would someday fade. i miss my kindergarden crush. -smiles like a fricken retard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that day i checked out sgselltrade livejournal buisness thing. It was cool, i want to be a part of it dammit. I found a fricken hot mambo bag going for like twentyfive only but i couldnt bid for it. One must be like a a member of livejournal to bid for the freaking hot item. So, there I bid bye bye to it. -grumbles grumbles grumbles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Childhood lifestory and crushes are my mad hot topics for now. I am not bored, i just finished a small portion of the valentines stuff and i don't even know if there is any homework to hand in tomorrow and I fricken need to sleep so goodnight &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671514-113975148476784200?l=crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/feeds/113975148476784200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671514&amp;postID=113975148476784200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/113975148476784200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/113975148476784200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/2006/02/apologies-for-days-away-off-updating.html' title=''/><author><name>amanda smiles`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v687/purelyretro/thDSCF2637.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671514.post-113923171794013400</id><published>2006-02-06T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T21:56:22.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The stress is hitting me and my rashes are getting on me. -curse curse curse Well, at least im half done with all my studying for chem that im bound to flung. Schoolwork is occupying my beloved time. I guess I still have gotten over that holiday mood since the past week. hmmms maths paper was quite a flick that i didnt expected it -ho ho ho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Caught I not stupid with clara on saturday and the storyline should be given credits to be focusing on reality : meaningful with comedical flicks. The public caning gave me shudders, thinking about the times our school does that too. -banish it for goodness sake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;spare these kids eambarrassement please&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The school has been a total bore and i cant help but to just complain complain complain. Life of a student is awful and it just goes like that towards studies -------- blank and emptiness. Everyone needs some spices in school life dont we? - adds spice and sugar. Crosscountry is coming in no time, i feel no thrill in running really. China service learning is counting down its days fast too, and shouldnt i be excited? I miss chapel in thai -random rantings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;did i mention? I got mango top with clara on saturday too. The converse shoe had to run out of my size, fated it seems to be. I need to soak myself in a tub of steaming hot water to rid my stress rashes -ahhhh such pleasures. I suddenly decided to do the Singapore's heritage through the years for my art that has been left abandoned for days. Inspiration came from the coffee center at tiong plaza, reminded me of scouting chinatown last year for pictures of old and new improved buildings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Life has percieved to be like a luckydraw scratchcard. Where you never knew whats behind and having human nature, being ever so eager to figure out whats underneath the silver piece of paper where you fished out fifty cent coins to scratch just to find out "thankyou and please try again".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So life is all about tryouts, this age period where you get to know yourself more and more. Its intresting, doesnt it? We've seen how much changes we gone through since the start of secondary school, physical and emotional changes. Yes, I have changed in physical features alot and thats a good thing, but my attitude seems to stink from worst to worst. At times, it even feels like i am not living life on my own weirdly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;somethings we take for granted, we can also lose it. Agree?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was telling e-von about some SELF-TANNING?! mousse yesterday which i gorge out from seventeen issues. It makes one glow with pretty pretty to die for tanns alright, but you must keep applying. I would ever ever wish to own one of those but the price wasnt that pleasant to my ' aim for cheap things ' eyes. So, I guess i just have to wait for a few more weeks to have a date with my mr sun -oh ho ho ho Just a trip down to sentosa with hopefully a nice bod, get a die for tann before i head for china and have really bad hair for those dry weather. That i like so very much&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am starting to realised that the learning style think is true and good hmmms. In a weird way, it states i couldnt concentrate in cold places and i always study in cold places, air-conditioned to full blast perhaps. Maybe my mind freezes at that temperature, really. I shall try study downstairs among the greens and wind sometimes. A new change always helps i guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Went down to holland in cab to study at my oh so lovely burger king which i feel so cheated and dumb for not buying the student meal and paying more for it. But nevertheless, less is good for my dietary habits recently. I must make myself go gym at keast three times a week. Laziness is getting on me, plus the gym is like nine floors down only not like those you have to take bus and all. -sighs sighs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Gosh, such a word-load post up here, dont worry the next will be filled with visuals i hope&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;alrighto. I think i better go drown myself into chem revision notes now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671514-113923171794013400?l=crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/feeds/113923171794013400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671514&amp;postID=113923171794013400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/113923171794013400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/113923171794013400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/2006/02/stress-is-hitting-me-and-my-rashes-are.html' title=''/><author><name>amanda smiles`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v687/purelyretro/thDSCF2637.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671514.post-113897138600478720</id><published>2006-02-03T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T09:36:30.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;seven days of your mighty week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;huh _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ you ass&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i miss you krissipoo &amp;amp; get well soon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;thankyou von for the bag &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;eyes are red thanks ah contacts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY YO BRO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;show with birkeness tomorrow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;running for PE = total turnoff&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;chemistry lessons = turnoffs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sixuan is my entertainer! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;get converse shoe tomorrow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#a22954;"&gt;goodbye now sweettarts &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i want our promless school to have prom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause i want to come in bright pink dress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#a22954;"&gt;schoolgirl : eh, i always wanted to know what sch it that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#a22954;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;schoolgirl two : YEAH, that blue and yellow uni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#a22954;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;manda : (inserts weird expressions) UH-HUH !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow dude people wanted to know our school&lt;br /&gt;I wish i can fly to the africas now and hear the&lt;br /&gt;lion&lt;br /&gt;roar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh good oh ness = :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a freakin fetish for shoulder bags and heels!&lt;br /&gt;yay gonna get converse and pink pointed patent heels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its like love x a thousand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671514-113897138600478720?l=crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/feeds/113897138600478720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671514&amp;postID=113897138600478720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/113897138600478720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/113897138600478720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/2006/02/seven-days-of-your-mighty-week-huh-you_03.html' title=''/><author><name>amanda smiles`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v687/purelyretro/thDSCF2637.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671514.post-113871183518952355</id><published>2006-01-31T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T21:16:34.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;Camera make people say cheesy weesy&lt;br /&gt;and keep them smiling like crazy idiots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We totally love all the neoprints though one machine was screw. Fricken wasted our money on pre-designed ahlianish style. Nevermind, It turned out pretty okay for the coverup ones, like these. Oh my good oh ness! My face could not look any whiter, at this rate, it could scare a fricken kid off crying to his mommy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to go have professional one time "oh make your skin tanner" session if there possibly is. Now, I guess I am just too lasy to sit under the sun and stare at it. Back to school tomorrow and its crazy, to my uniforms I never want to wear anymore after having worn for it for four years. My good oh ness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy chinese birthday claralee xiao jie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/1600/sfd.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 3px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 3px solid; MARGIN: 3px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 3px solid; WIDTH: 65px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 3px solid; HEIGHT: 95px" height="95" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/1600/sfd.0.jpg" width="80" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/320/31stjan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 3px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 3px solid; MARGIN: 3px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 3px solid; WIDTH: 65px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 3px solid; HEIGHT: 95px" height="95" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/320/31stjan%2706%20017.jpg" width="80" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 3px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 3px solid; MARGIN: 3px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 3px solid; WIDTH: 65px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 3px solid; HEIGHT: 95px" height="95" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/320/31stjan%2706%20021.jpg" width="80" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 3px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 3px solid; MARGIN: 3px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 3px solid; WIDTH: 65px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 3px solid; HEIGHT: 95px" height="95" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/320/ss.0.jpg" width="80" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/320/scancv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 3px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 3px solid; MARGIN: 3px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 3px solid; WIDTH: 65px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 3px solid; HEIGHT: 95px" height="95" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/320/scancv.jpg" width="80" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/320/lil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 3px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 3px solid; MARGIN: 3px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 3px solid; WIDTH: 65px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 3px solid; HEIGHT: 95px" height="95" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/320/lil.jpg" width="80" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/1600/ss.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I am done for&lt;br /&gt;I aint no sketches for art&lt;br /&gt;and art's tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;oh all thee horrors &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671514-113871183518952355?l=crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/feeds/113871183518952355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671514&amp;postID=113871183518952355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/113871183518952355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/113871183518952355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/2006/01/camera-make-people-say-cheesy-weesy.html' title=''/><author><name>amanda smiles`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v687/purelyretro/thDSCF2637.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671514.post-113854672651932605</id><published>2006-01-29T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T10:56:39.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#a22954;"&gt;Every china new year is always the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; : visitation, collect moo-neys, chilling with cous and go home &amp; it marks the start of the short string of holiday. My dressing was very black today and it didnt matter. I wasn't very recognised today either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and cous were practically gambling our time away. I earned big bucks through gambling amazingly and getting money from my grandmother who keeps coming at the perfect timing, throwing ten bucks everytime &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt; sees me with ten cents left while all the&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;'golds' were hidden in my clutch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my grandma oh so very much and its starting to disagree very heavily upon me bout the&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;'damn that hag' issue during humanities. Grandparents should live on til the very end, there goes to say, My great grandma just passed away after living a fulfilled rip old age of ninety eight. Supposed to be heading down to church in the afternoon as usual, but I slept throught that timing. &lt;strong&gt;I love my curls&lt;/strong&gt; but they could have stayed longer if I put those sticky shiny hairsprays that makes your hair look oh-so fake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lindsay Lohan looked horrible in her white dress while singing her broken heart's confessions on music video awards, gross off. I just realised she looked way beyond her age, which is bad. I think she's hot + her acting's dramatic and deep, like totally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Removing mascara is such a hassle especially after the thousand of layers I applied and it ended up thicker than longer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/1600/DSCN3437.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/320/DSCN3437.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;XX&lt;/span&gt; I LOVE X &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;XXXXXXXX&lt;/span&gt; ALL MY COUS MUSSYS &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671514-113854672651932605?l=crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/feeds/113854672651932605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671514&amp;postID=113854672651932605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/113854672651932605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/113854672651932605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/2006/01/every-china-new-year-is-always-same.html' title=''/><author><name>amanda smiles`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v687/purelyretro/thDSCF2637.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671514.post-113837390991763345</id><published>2006-01-27T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T22:58:29.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I fricken &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOVE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.juicycouture.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Juicy Couture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;'s shoulder bags&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" All gorgeous dammit "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dad just came back from Japan with loads of Jap crackers and My favourite one buck machine toys. They're all so cool, now I have to go China's town to get the earring hooks to make more of my fetished kind of earrings. I'm sad I lost my shades somewhere among the crowded Singapre streets, like the second time and I have to go back and get a new pair. I think GUESS shoulder bags are hot, like totally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;China new year celebration in school was laidback, my lantern making was a screw. haha. Nevertheless, I had a &lt;strong&gt;PUMPIN' TIME&lt;/strong&gt; chilling and snapping the camera away while doing the ineffective hongbao lantern which turned out to be like a banana man's head gone wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671514-113837390991763345?l=crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/feeds/113837390991763345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671514&amp;postID=113837390991763345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/113837390991763345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/113837390991763345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-fricken-love-juicy-coutures-shoulder.html' title=''/><author><name>amanda smiles`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v687/purelyretro/thDSCF2637.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671514.post-113818504735622290</id><published>2006-01-25T18:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T18:30:47.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;At times we get on with rash decisions&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At times we don't know what we want&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At times we go along and follow e flow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At times we shoot hard hurting words&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those times &lt;strong&gt;NEVER&lt;/strong&gt; failed to leave a deep cut &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and one in a pool of regrets &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But &lt;strong&gt;LOVE&lt;/strong&gt; flows with abundance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and it assures with '&lt;em&gt;angels&lt;/em&gt;' in your life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671514-113818504735622290?l=crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/feeds/113818504735622290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671514&amp;postID=113818504735622290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/113818504735622290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/113818504735622290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/2006/01/at-times-we-get-on-with-rash.html' title=''/><author><name>amanda smiles`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v687/purelyretro/thDSCF2637.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671514.post-113801743002953813</id><published>2006-01-23T19:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T20:23:05.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sixty Lights&lt;br /&gt;Ninetynine Hugs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;School's getting to suck big time now that its stressful in January. oh gosh &lt;strong&gt;HOW CAN IT BE&lt;/strong&gt;? Its like only the first month of the new year. Recently, I have horrible gut feelings of dropping out of school. But thats the last thing I must ever thing of though its the first thing I am thinking of about school &lt;u&gt;now&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I wish I was young again, playing with dolls and thinking of nothing else but recieving new toys. Thank God for short break next week, where I will try to make full use of those times. Hopefully, teachers are lenient and there's no homehork. I certainly doubt so, sad to say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Doing crunches are killers, but great bod comes great discipline to do excercises daily since I hardly ever had the time for gym. I miss tanning buncha loads but I'm so reluctant to go until I have that bod hee. Gosh, that will take a long while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's chapel tomorrow yay, I love worships to the core. Should be able to make it back &lt;strong&gt;CHIANGMAI BABY&lt;/strong&gt;! ( so sounds like SHANGHAI BABY! the book )and then I cant wait til march comes oh happy happy. If fairfield has funfair this year, I will be hella looking forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, I am so into buisness lately. And when daddy comes back, gonna bombard him with questions and questions on enterpreneurship and help me onto buisness. Wish I was like loaded with &lt;em&gt;kach-iing$&lt;/em&gt; now, get out of school and open my small buisness. tee hee hee hah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE LANTERN MAKING FOR FRIDAY HOW?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;( ideas and hongbaos, greatly appreciated )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 97px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 119px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="253" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/320/assd.1.jpg" width="199" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Dont you wish you were so loaded sometimes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I need some &lt;strong&gt;HARDCORE STUDYING SESSIONS&lt;/strong&gt; really really soon. And there must be fun too and yes, I need them really badly. Did I ever say how much I love stayover parties? Love love love love. Wednesday will be at Kris house, and I think I will love it. I need havocks! Really crazy parties, I have seen videos of how clubbing is like in America and its overboard crazy! Away from stresses sometimes really helps thankyous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will be attentive in class&lt;br /&gt;i will be attentive in class&lt;br /&gt;i will be attentive in class&lt;br /&gt;oh boy i &lt;strong&gt;must&lt;/strong&gt; be really attentive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671514-113801743002953813?l=crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/feeds/113801743002953813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671514&amp;postID=113801743002953813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/113801743002953813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/113801743002953813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/2006/01/sixty-lights-ninetynine-hugs-schools.html' title=''/><author><name>amanda smiles`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v687/purelyretro/thDSCF2637.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671514.post-113784626421719112</id><published>2006-01-21T20:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T20:38:19.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The ' We were soldiers' show seemed so sad '&lt;/span&gt; though I havent watched it but channel five advertises it everyday. I hate these wars around the world, its crazy. Those war shows based on true story makes me cry alot and so imagine of I were to witness those scenes. Loyalty to their own country and that is why&lt;strong&gt; I adore army soldiers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It rained just before I was to go jog at the nature park. I need to lose all my fats my gosh and to bulid up stamina for crosscountry again. Bought this earring and necklace set today and they're love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fell in love with this totally funky GUESS shoulder bag and its expensive so I should really save.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Lets see I cant find clothes to wear for &lt;strong&gt;chinese&lt;/strong&gt; new year celebration and I jsut realised thats its CHINESE new year and why must we wear malay and Indian. Its not racial harmony day hah. Anyhows, I just need to find a malay costume. My gosh I havent eat my dinner yet ok bye&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/6671514-113784626421719112?l=crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/feeds/113784626421719112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671514&amp;postID=113784626421719112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/113784626421719112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/113784626421719112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/2006/01/we-were-soldiers-show-seemed-so-sad.html' title=''/><author><name>amanda smiles`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v687/purelyretro/thDSCF2637.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671514.post-113759438740586642</id><published>2006-01-18T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T22:40:41.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;SLEEP AND GOODBYE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;haha today was very fine, from school to movie. I think the roadmap scrapbook in the movie was a brilliant idea. hah Elizabeth town, it was pretty short and the chairs were really sleep-able. Geisha has pretty pretty eyes oh my gosh. Spotlight had really cheap friendship band strings, took a long lonely busride home and I hated it. Homeworks are a mess, stuck in chemistry which I will not be bothered until tomorrow and I forgot to bring phys back hah. Messed up shits leave me tired already and i am gonna love the thing i will be doing next : sleep until sch tml ahh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;blogs with long poems are wonders&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;How are you today goodnight world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671514-113759438740586642?l=crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/feeds/113759438740586642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671514&amp;postID=113759438740586642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/113759438740586642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/113759438740586642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/2006/01/sleep-and-goodbye-haha-today-was-very.html' title=''/><author><name>amanda smiles`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v687/purelyretro/thDSCF2637.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671514.post-113741153099485207</id><published>2006-01-16T19:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T19:40:18.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hi can i have a kickass pretty drink over your ass around your neck and eat up all the worms around your hands gummy i mean thankyou&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671514-113741153099485207?l=crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/feeds/113741153099485207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671514&amp;postID=113741153099485207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/113741153099485207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/113741153099485207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/2006/01/hi-can-i-have-kickass-pretty-drink.html' title=''/><author><name>amanda smiles`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v687/purelyretro/thDSCF2637.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671514.post-113730047562487420</id><published>2006-01-15T12:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T13:12:51.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/1600/chaingmai%20trip%20o5%20008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 204px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 153px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="193" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/320/chaingmai%20trip%20o5%20008.jpg" width="255" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must make it back to chaingmai in march. How precious these were to my heart (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the days are getting the bore out of me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hi thankyou very much&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is like funny shit. Myface is fair enough and my mum's gonna get me this ' &lt;strong&gt;Singapore's no.1 whitening skincare&lt;/strong&gt; '. And its says that you will have two tones whiter skin in three weeks. HAHA funny enough to make me laugh my ass!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671514-113730047562487420?l=crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/feeds/113730047562487420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671514&amp;postID=113730047562487420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/113730047562487420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/113730047562487420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-must-make-it-back-to-chaingmai-in.html' title=''/><author><name>amanda smiles`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v687/purelyretro/thDSCF2637.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671514.post-113696876307493200</id><published>2006-01-11T16:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T16:48:37.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The weather sucks yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been cut off from the relaxed world onto the study world. gosh, pathetic life. I chance upon something funny in a weird way. The higher the hair is for guys, the dumber they are. While the straighter the hair is for girls, the dumber they are. Its stupid, but its just funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Out with my wild thang again. Supposed to be watching movie with the rest, but price went out and people went down. If you got what I mean. The pricing was high so nobody came in the end. Town is so boring, couldnt find my tube top for the new year. Got cheap cheapo fox tops.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Its like raining almost everyday you see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The weather being like that shuts you off from what ever you are doing and swifts you to the bed. Gosh, bad weathers to start of the new year. There's always a rainbow after the rain. I hardly ever get to see them often.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I need a very very beautiful tan on my face soon, its been white white white&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JC 1s are having the best time of JC life now. Arts gonna be a cramp this year i predict so very much. The teachers will be pushing us like mad after chinese new years i predict too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week's a horrid&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671514-113696876307493200?l=crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/feeds/113696876307493200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671514&amp;postID=113696876307493200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/113696876307493200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/113696876307493200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/2006/01/weather-sucks-yes-been-cut-off-from.html' title=''/><author><name>amanda smiles`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v687/purelyretro/thDSCF2637.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671514.post-113638128862166356</id><published>2006-01-04T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T21:58:19.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This is crasy to nuts! hahaha. I am practically laughing my ass off. I am like daring Joel and Gavin to change their nicks to hilarious stuffs. And its way to to to hahahahaha. I dared gavin to put " I date hot chicks not chicken chicks! " and he did! hahahaha. funny funny funny stuffs (: I love my nicks now, " the cookie monster drank my two cups of milk " and " I love to eat little kids that love spongebob " haha. I know crazy stuffs. that's what really happens when you're with really really funny people. These kind of words are love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;the grinch ate my fairfield socks&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Open up the nut shell. Iam crazy, knock knock. haha. seriously, these are fun. Studies arent that ever fun at all and now its worst. but who cares. hahaha. after school tomorrow would be the best day ever cause we are painting the classroom i think or doing some really crazy things to the class. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671514-113638128862166356?l=crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/feeds/113638128862166356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671514&amp;postID=113638128862166356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/113638128862166356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/113638128862166356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/2006/01/this-is-crasy-to-nuts-hahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>amanda smiles`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v687/purelyretro/thDSCF2637.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671514.post-113612568400755941</id><published>2006-01-01T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T22:31:08.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bye to 05 with love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/1600/wildthangst.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/320/wildthangst.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet again, another year has zoomed past us but this time it seemed to be doubly fast. Now to start this year right, there must be accomplishments to all my resolutions for this new year. It'll be a tough journey, but we'll hang on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;countdown at sentosa was simple and so very last minute. Me and my wild thang were quite glad that many turned up cause only onni and us were very on about the whole countdown thing. Played with sparklers, took photos which the flash was mighty blinding and stella kept failing to make the rocket. Love the fireworks there except for the very miniscule view from far.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Got out of sentosa and walked for gosh, who knows how far to onni's place. It seemed like a never ending marathon. It was pretty alright cause we were busy talking and all. And I almost had to go home early, its so irritating. We missed the sunrise of 06. Played all the games we could thing of, cards and actions throughout the night or rather, early morning. And I freakingly hate ghost stories can! as in I just want to avoid them, cause its really no use getting scared for nothing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Its back to school on tuesday and yes, I do really miss school but thinking about the stress we're all going to have is a major turn-off. But nah. And something more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Towned with my wild thang to find school bags and her shoes but the rain really got us and we were so stuck in paragon for like hours I think. So, instead of shopping arond taht boring place, we went to like every level's toilet area to take photos. Yes, it seems rather stupid. haha. But the walls are so cool. Every level has different color. Just imagine two person taking two hundred over photos! haha. Fun stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am really really freaking tired now cause I slept for like only few hours after spending the whole night yest awake. And today's barbeque might also stop me from sleeping that early too. Barbeques are getting on me. Its so fattening plus I had three barbeques in a week can! My gosh, I will put myself away from barbequed food for a mighty long time now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;hi to 06 with love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671514-113612568400755941?l=crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/feeds/113612568400755941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671514&amp;postID=113612568400755941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/113612568400755941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/113612568400755941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/2006/01/bye-to-05-with-love-yet-again-another.html' title=''/><author><name>amanda smiles`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v687/purelyretro/thDSCF2637.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671514.post-113592372500376833</id><published>2005-12-30T13:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T15:23:22.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have been rather lasy to entertain readers about daily affairs. Theres like plenty of barbeque going on, some not yet. And there's one tonight, I am getting sick of those fatty foods, really. Class gathering on the twenty seven was terrible yet alright. The weather's been nasty this christmas season. And I'm currently dying without my camera please.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The weather was pretty bad yesterday too. And we were glad we didnt end up at zoo or escape. My house pool table still not repaired yet. And the guy keeps thinking that when I bring friends to my place, its someone's birthday. haha. I'm finding a nice picture to finish up touches to my boring grey layout. So freaking tired to do pretty layout now please. My comp's folder is filled with tons and tons of yest photos (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My wall is now just twelve pictures away from being filled up at one portion. Photos, they remind me of that song by ryan cabrera. I have to get ready and pack my room soon and I am bored of that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;hahaha. I'm sick and tired of somethings, really. How do i put it to you sometimes and people keep telling me to just tell you off. hah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;While browsing photos at gettyimages, came across this one where a model was standing them like a dumb, and this big shark is jsut in front of her. Oooh freaky. I bet those kind of models do get paid hella loads. And talking about models, I think the Americas next top model's superhero shot was extremely funk ! I think you're pretty aware I had used model a pretty bunch of times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyhow, this year is ending like fast fast fast! and I'm really scared of next year. Bet everyone is rushing on their holiday homework, which I have yet to recieve. This year, be it good or bad. There's many that made this year a year worth cherishing. And I thank God for providing me and for this wonderful year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1) Was 2005 a good year for you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;probably, there was more good than bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2) What was your favorite moment of the year?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When N levels ended! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And when holidays started!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3) What was your least favorite moment of the year?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There's a lot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4) Where were you when 2005 began?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I think at home counting down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5) Who were you with?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Church people&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6) Where will you be when 2005 ends?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;this would be nice I hope&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7) Who will you be with when 2005 ends?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm not too sure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8) Did you keep your new years resolution of 2005?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yes! haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9) Do you have a new years resolution for 2006?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Not yet, but one will be up really soon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10) Did you fall in love in 2005?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yes of course! with everyone who made this year a year worth cherishing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11) Did you break up with anyone in 2005?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;nah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12) Did you make any new friends in 2005?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I arent sure! but its pretty much me being happy with my cliques&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13) Who are your favorite new friends?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14) What was your favorite month of 2005?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;December. no school and the time of the year to do whatever you wish to.&lt;br /&gt;August too, when I moved house. Loved the new one and missed the old one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15) Did you travel outside of the US in 2005?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm ouside the US now! haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;to twist the question a little to did i travel in 2005? yes i did of course. to the us and japan and canada. And now I simply miss the states.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16) How many different countries did you travel to in 2005?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;hahaha, I answered already above. three that is!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17) Did you lose anybody close to you in 2005?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thankfully, No!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Gosh, I never ever want to lose anybody close to me. Thats like one of my greatest fear. Still, I love and cherish every single one of them tons and tons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18) Did you miss anybody in the past year?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;those whom I havent contact for a long time but they arent forgotten easily cause once they've made an impact in my life, it'll remain forever. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19) What was your favorite movie that you saw in 2005?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I think it was the perfect man! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;dont you just love fairytales like those!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20) What was your favorite song you heard in 2005?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thats plenty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Cause I keep changing favourite songs when I come across nicer ones. And I so in love with christian songs now, its just totally love! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21) What was your favorite record from 2005?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22) How many concerts did you see in 2005?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;concerts?! none&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23) Did you have a favorite concert in 2005?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;didnt even been to one all year&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24) Did you drink a lot of alcohol in 2005?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nope, not much of an alcoholic person&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25) Did you do a lot of drugs in 2005?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;nope no never dont bother&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;26) Did you do anything you are ashamed of this year?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well, I have nothing I can remember that I'm ashamed of.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;27) What was the worst lie someone told you in 2005?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;worst - none&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;28) Did you treat somebody badly in 2005?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;nothing intentional, unless of course they deserved it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;29) Did somebody treat you badly in 2005?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Maybe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30) How much money did you spend in 2005?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;hella loads man! I dont wish to know the figures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;31) What was your proudest moment of 2005?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;could it be .. I dont know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;32) If you could go back in time to any moment of 2005 and change something, what would it be?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I had made use of the year to study hard instead of fooling around when exams are like next week!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;33) What are your plans for 2006?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;make use of my opportunity to next year&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;learn more profound english&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;stop spending on useless stuff&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;mission trips to thailand!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671514-113592372500376833?l=crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/feeds/113592372500376833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671514&amp;postID=113592372500376833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/113592372500376833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/113592372500376833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-have-been-rather-lasy-to-entertain.html' title=''/><author><name>amanda smiles`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v687/purelyretro/thDSCF2637.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671514.post-113552441358938257</id><published>2005-12-25T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-25T23:28:46.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I always thought that christmas was all about presents, candycanes, loads and loads of sweetlovin' candies, new clothes, gingerbread man, cookies, pretty lighting everywhere our momma brought us to, red and green, a day where you can dress up, a day filled of fun. This was what christmas seemed to me when I was little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we really didnt know what the true meaning of christmas is even though our daddy and momma brings us to church. But now, its different. Its all changed. Christmas is love! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As little children&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We would dream of Christmas morn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Of all the gifts and toys&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We knew we'd find&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But we never realized&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A baby born one blessed night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gave us the greatest gift of our lives&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today's church service was rather alright. The performance was good and the little kids singing and memorising the long verse was such heartwarming. Oh and Blessed christmas everyone. Hope this christmas have been a meaningful one for each and every one out there. The true meaning of christmas! thanks for all the wonderful presents lovely!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After church, went down to find the rest to calcuklate the budget of the twenty seventh barbeque. Waste my time kay! haha. And I so love those one dollar machine. I've got eight more now and can make four more pair of disney characters earrings. lovelove! and soon right, haha. People will start wearing ! :( Oh, went bugis the other day and you know that blue ribbon earring i made, they sell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas eve, haha. yesterday was pretty pathetic. went home even before it hit midnight. The gift exchange was fast! And I've got roxy waterbottle from stella. thanks sweet. And and thank you for all the presents, those whom I recieved from. I totally love the yellow and grey topshop bag from kristal! haha, skye's getting some obedient training now and its hilarious! I want more of those disney characters one buck hook thing. I will love you hella loads if you get me loads and loads of them! big big smile :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;And I realised today that samuel and zhong got the adidas bag that me and stella wanted! hahaha. cool stuff! I very very cant wait for the twenty seven! I really hope that there's no last minute back out thingy. This year has really been fast for many. And I cant believe that how 2005 is ending really soon. Next year will be a fresh start of everything. I need some getaways before 2006.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671514-113552441358938257?l=crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/feeds/113552441358938257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671514&amp;postID=113552441358938257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/113552441358938257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/113552441358938257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-always-thought-that-christmas-was.html' title=''/><author><name>amanda smiles`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v687/purelyretro/thDSCF2637.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671514.post-113526294692139453</id><published>2005-12-22T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T23:00:43.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I went out with kristal, joel, jerry and joffre and stella met us later. And I just realised that all the guys starts with J. hahaha. I was pretty much with the tallies before stella came! I didnt get the adidas bag today either! And I just realised that the shoe we bought was the different pattern from the one we wanted! thanks ah, attitude salesgirl. These few days I have been witnessing guys splurging on tops and bottoms! and I jsut cant believe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I forgot, Kristal was the nightmare of the day! (see pic) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/1600/DSCN2103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 3px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 3px solid; MARGIN: 3px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 3px solid; WIDTH: 80px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 3px solid; HEIGHT: 65px" height="65" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/1600/DSCN2103.jpg" width="80" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/1600/DSCN2105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 3px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 3px solid; MARGIN: 3px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 3px solid; WIDTH: 80px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 3px solid; HEIGHT: 65px" height="65" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/1600/DSCN2105.jpg" width="80" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/1600/DSCN2101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 3px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 3px solid; MARGIN: 3px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 3px solid; WIDTH: 80px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 3px solid; HEIGHT: 65px" height="65" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/1600/DSCN2101.jpg" width="80" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And and. In friendster, I saw this primary six girl putting loads of makeup, eyeliner and all. Oh my gosh, like hello. haha. my opinion is that young girls, it isnt that necessary to look extremely pretty by putting makeup at such young age. come on, natural beauty is the best! Gosh, I sound as if im not vain and dont wear those. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okay, so we met around 12 i think. Went with kristal to holland first and check out the adidas bag that me and lala wanted. Expensive stuff, branded goods. sighs. Waited for the sushi buffet. Here comes the intresting part. I was like telling joel i can only eat three plates. haha. but come on man! I was bullshitting, I was hungry not very, not extremely. So, he said : "Eh, later if you can eat more than me, I will pay your sushi bill! " Oh my gosh, joel lim leh! rich kid! haha. Bring it on, I took the challenge. hahaha. dont cha think its like those american sausage competition. that whoever eats the most wins some championship! haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But but, hahaha. He thinks I cant eat lah! like what the. hahaha. And I freakingly ate fourteen plates. can you believe it? Its really filling til you're at the verge of vomitting. But I just hate losing to guys ! And we ate the same amt of food, according to plates and I lost by half bowl of miso soup! Free lunch leh, hello! Seriously, I hang til the very last moment and almost died. To say still, it was a pretty good lunch cum dinner I ever had in sakae sushi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Met stella after that and decided to play pool! Oh, its a really long post here! boring one too! and we lost to guys. Its okay to me. hahaha. And i've finally got the xmas gift exchange stuffs already. Its pretty good stuff alright. (: I cant wait for christmas! I am sure its gonna be special this year! love love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671514-113526294692139453?l=crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/feeds/113526294692139453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671514&amp;postID=113526294692139453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/113526294692139453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/113526294692139453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-went-out-with-kristal-joel-jerry-and.html' title=''/><author><name>amanda smiles`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v687/purelyretro/thDSCF2637.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671514.post-113507647512266316</id><published>2005-12-20T18:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T22:18:46.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yesterday was love!(: today was love love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/1600/IMG_6103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 3px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 3px solid; MARGIN: 3px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 3px solid; WIDTH: 80px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 3px solid; HEIGHT: 65px" height="65" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/1600/IMG_6103.jpg" width="80" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/1600/IMG_6104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 3px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 3px solid; MARGIN: 3px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 3px solid; WIDTH: 80px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 3px solid; HEIGHT: 65px" height="65" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/1600/IMG_6104.jpg" width="80" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/1600/IMG_6117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 3px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 3px solid; MARGIN: 3px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 3px solid; WIDTH: 80px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 3px solid; HEIGHT: 65px" height="65" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/1600/IMG_6117.jpg" width="80" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/1600/IMG_6119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 3px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 3px solid; MARGIN: 3px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 3px solid; WIDTH: 80px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 3px solid; HEIGHT: 65px" height="65" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/1600/IMG_6119.jpg" width="80" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/1600/IMG_6121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 3px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 3px solid; MARGIN: 3px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 3px solid; WIDTH: 80px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 3px solid; HEIGHT: 65px" height="65" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/1600/IMG_6121.jpg" width="80" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/1600/IMG_6122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 3px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 3px solid; MARGIN: 3px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 3px solid; WIDTH: 80px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 3px solid; HEIGHT: 65px" height="65" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/1600/IMG_6122.jpg" width="80" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fish and co was splendid, pool was a total waste of money, saw them outside chinablack was alright, if clubbing would be fun! love them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAST PERSON WHO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made you cry: who cares&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You shared a drink with: no one&lt;br /&gt;You went to the movies with: cant rem&lt;br /&gt;You went to the mall with: clara, stella and kris&lt;br /&gt;Yelled at you: my mum, haha.&lt;br /&gt;Sent you an e-mail: dunno&lt;br /&gt;You kissed: no one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Said "I love you" and meant it: yeah&lt;br /&gt;Been to New York: nope&lt;br /&gt;Been to Florida: yeah&lt;br /&gt;California: yup&lt;br /&gt;Hawaii: yes&lt;br /&gt;Mexico: no&lt;br /&gt;China: nope&lt;br /&gt;Canada: yeah&lt;br /&gt;danced naked: never ever&lt;br /&gt;Wish you were the opposite sex: no&lt;br /&gt;Had an imaginary friend: maybe, haha&lt;br /&gt;Red or blue: blue&lt;br /&gt;Spring or fall: fall !&lt;br /&gt;Last noise you heard: dog barking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Things you like in a guy: haha, sincerity's a must.&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a crush on someone: now, nahh&lt;br /&gt;What book are you reading now: in her shoes.&lt;br /&gt;Worst feeling in the world: what i'm feeling right now shits!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;What is the first thing you think when you wake in the morning: a brand new day, lovely.&lt;br /&gt;How many rings before you answer: i take my own sweet time.&lt;br /&gt;Future daughter's name: mae-lynn sounds hot! haha.&lt;br /&gt;Are you a lefty, righty or ambidextrous: righty.&lt;br /&gt;Do you type with your fingers on the right keys: most of the time&lt;br /&gt;Siblings: one brother!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piercings: two&lt;br /&gt;Do you do drugs: haha, nope.&lt;br /&gt;Do you drink: little&lt;br /&gt;What kind of Shampoo and Conditioner do you use?: head and shoulder&lt;br /&gt;What are you most scared of: the beatle's sounds and loved ones leavin you&lt;br /&gt;What clothes do you sleep in: whatever's comfy in my wardrobe&lt;br /&gt;Who is the last person who called you: kristal koh!&lt;br /&gt;Where do you want to get married: ooooh, paris will be such love!&lt;br /&gt;If you could change anything about yourself what would that be: I love who i am&lt;br /&gt;Favorite number: 36&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been In Love: hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;What Type Automobile Do You Drive: haha&lt;br /&gt;Are You Timely Or Always Late: depends, more to the late type&lt;br /&gt;Do You Have A Job: nope&lt;br /&gt;Do You Like Being Around People: yeah, depends on who&lt;br /&gt;Are you for world peace: yeah man!&lt;br /&gt;Are you a health freak: never&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever liked someone you had no chance with: haha yeah&lt;br /&gt;Have You Ever Cried Over Something Someone of The Opposite Sex Did: actually no&lt;br /&gt;Do You Have A "Type" Of Person You Always Go After: maybe somehow.&lt;br /&gt;Do you Want Someone You Don't Have Right Now: nah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever liked a close boy/girl friend: hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Are You Lonely Right Now: i need some thinking time&lt;br /&gt;Ever Afraid You'll Never Get Married: haha&lt;br /&gt;Do You Want Kids: oh sure thing! they're love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAVOURITE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Room in house: my room!&lt;br /&gt;Day Of The Week: its always saturdays&lt;br /&gt;Color: green , darker side of turquoise, hotpink&lt;br /&gt;Perfume and/Or Cologne: fantasy!&lt;br /&gt;Month: december and june!&lt;br /&gt;Season: summer and spring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN THE LAST 48 HOURS, HAVE YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cried: haha, a little&lt;br /&gt;Bought Something: nope&lt;br /&gt;Gotten Sick: my stupid cold!&lt;br /&gt;Sang: nah&lt;br /&gt;Said I Love You: nope&lt;br /&gt;Wanted To Tell Someone You Loved them: no&lt;br /&gt;Met Someone New: hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Had A Serious Talk: yeah!&lt;br /&gt;Missed Someone: nopes&lt;br /&gt;Hugged someone: hmm&lt;br /&gt;Kissed someone: never&lt;br /&gt;Fought With Your Parents: nope&lt;br /&gt;Dreamt About Someone You Can't Be With: nah &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671514-113507647512266316?l=crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/feeds/113507647512266316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671514&amp;postID=113507647512266316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/113507647512266316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/113507647512266316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/2005/12/yesterday-was-love-today-was-love-love.html' title=''/><author><name>amanda smiles`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v687/purelyretro/thDSCF2637.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671514.post-113482270474967339</id><published>2005-12-17T20:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T23:37:50.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today was lovely! Out with my birkeness parthner in crime and headed to town! haha. She's so happy she finally bought her yellow roxy bag! She loves it loads man! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I love my pink and grey stripeed mambo skirt! Oh my gosh, im so happy I finally bought it after longing it for mighty long! I also got a pink, black and white paul frank clutch! I love it hella loads! We are so gonna get this adidas wallet together! Cheap, nice and chic! Okay man, I will not put much detail of that wallet, cause we dont want anyone else to get before us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Skye's playing with my neighbours now. haha. And and hahaha, something embrassing happened to me outside lido man! hahaha. and clara thinks it funny. haha. hilarious stuff. I am like gonna get this brown ripcurl bag for my birkeness for all the birthdays that i owe her. I freakin love paul frank now! just that expensive is one problem. Love that clutchie pouchy thing i bought. Oh, and I just remembered, the 70'S CHILD tee from forever 21 is nice like mad! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I still havent ate my dinner! Yesterday I went cycling at east coast! I love cycling cause i am rather good at that! and I didnt fall, amazing! wanted to rollerblade badly, but changed my mind in the end. The days are getting cool! just not until the nineteen. And mr ow treated us to swensens yest after helping out at him classroom by thowing away the expired water and recycling the bottles. hah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Shd go read her blog! especially that joke part! hahahaha. funny stuff! Sometimes, things are really hectic. I dont give a damm, I have nothing to hide. i am just feeling sheer disappointment. &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;Just what's with that attitude, dear friend? does it always have to end up being our fault time and time again? I guess so. Its always the case, sad to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671514-113482270474967339?l=crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/feeds/113482270474967339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671514&amp;postID=113482270474967339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/113482270474967339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/113482270474967339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/2005/12/today-was-lovely-out-with-my-birkeness.html' title=''/><author><name>amanda smiles`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v687/purelyretro/thDSCF2637.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671514.post-113453143362029235</id><published>2005-12-14T10:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T11:46:01.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yesterday was fun though we made a wasted trip to west coast park just to climb the pyramid and take lotsa photos! I finally wore contacts for the first time out, haha. Oh my gosh, i think i look totally weird. its like weird. Went back to play billard and slack around. Stella joined us. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Billard had been fully booked til 7, so we played games and with skye. Heartattack was fun! murderer was boring! and uno stacko was hella lotsa fun man! We were all like singing happy birthday, for i have no idea what reason. Haha. and Yvonne lost her voicey! So, overall. we all sure did have a fun time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/1600/DSCN1425.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 3px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 3px solid; MARGIN: 3px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 3px solid; WIDTH: 65px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 3px solid; HEIGHT: 95px" height="95" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/1600/DSCN1425.jpg" width="80" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/1600/DSCN1391.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 3px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 3px solid; MARGIN: 3px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 3px solid; WIDTH: 65px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 3px solid; HEIGHT: 95px" height="95" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/1600/DSCN1391.jpg" width="80" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/1600/DSCN1390.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 3px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 3px solid; MARGIN: 3px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 3px solid; WIDTH: 65px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 3px solid; HEIGHT: 95px" height="95" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/320/DSCN1390.jpg" width="80" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/1600/DSCN1434.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 3px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 3px solid; MARGIN: 3px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 3px solid; WIDTH: 65px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 3px solid; HEIGHT: 95px" height="95" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/320/DSCN1434.jpg" width="80" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/1600/DSCN1395.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 3px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 3px solid; MARGIN: 3px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 3px solid; WIDTH: 80px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 3px solid; HEIGHT: 65px" height="65" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/1600/DSCN1395.jpg" width="80" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/1600/DSCN1392.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 3px solid; 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BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 3px solid; MARGIN: 3px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 3px solid; WIDTH: 80px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 3px solid; HEIGHT: 65px" height="65" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/1600/DSCN1410.jpg" width="80" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/1600/DSCN1413.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 3px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 3px solid; MARGIN: 3px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 3px solid; WIDTH: 80px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 3px solid; HEIGHT: 65px" height="65" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/1600/DSCN1413.jpg" width="80" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/1600/DSCN1411.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 3px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 3px solid; MARGIN: 3px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 3px solid; WIDTH: 80px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 3px solid; HEIGHT: 65px" height="65" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/1600/DSCN1411.jpg" width="80" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/1600/DSCN1416.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 3px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 3px solid; MARGIN: 3px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 3px solid; WIDTH: 80px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 3px solid; HEIGHT: 65px" height="65" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/1600/DSCN1414.jpg" width="80" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/1600/DSCN1416.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 3px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 3px solid; MARGIN: 3px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 3px solid; WIDTH: 80px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 3px solid; HEIGHT: 65px" height="65" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/1600/DSCN1416.jpg" width="80" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristal's in thailand now! my gosh, i miss her!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671514-113453143362029235?l=crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/feeds/113453143362029235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671514&amp;postID=113453143362029235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/113453143362029235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/113453143362029235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/2005/12/yesterday-was-fun-though-we-made.html' title=''/><author><name>amanda smiles`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v687/purelyretro/thDSCF2637.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671514.post-113435977849286589</id><published>2005-12-12T11:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T17:03:49.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have been so far lazy to blog. Anyhow, that saturday was out with kris and stella. I was fun and all. and that lovely girl treated me and stella. Marche it is! Kristal's flying off real soon now! Took quite a few pictures at suntec. The waterfall was nice, seeing all the dedicated words, the 'i love you's and all. walked around pretty much the same areas in town. Each grabbed some stuffs. That day I heard this lady's ringingtone. It was really cute, her baby's cute little noises!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 3px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 3px solid; MARGIN: 3px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 3px solid; WIDTH: 65px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 3px solid; HEIGHT: 95px" height="95" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/320/DSCN1811.jpg" width="80" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/320/DSCN1814.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 3px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 3px solid; MARGIN: 3px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 3px solid; WIDTH: 65px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 3px solid; HEIGHT: 95px" height="95" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/320/DSCN1814.jpg" width="80" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/1600/DSCN1819.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 3px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 3px solid; MARGIN: 3px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 3px solid; WIDTH: 65px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 3px solid; HEIGHT: 95px" height="95" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/320/DSCN1819.jpg" width="80" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/1600/DSCN1818.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 3px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 3px solid; MARGIN: 3px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 3px solid; WIDTH: 65px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 3px solid; HEIGHT: 95px" height="95" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/1600/DSCN1818.0.jpg" width="80" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;tag replies&lt;/u&gt; (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shermain :: Ya! haha. Hmmm. I'm not that sure. could be or could be not. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kailin :: Oh 'i love love'. haha. Its some moschino or smth. haha. Some repeated ad in mtv. Yup, my phone's totally fine now. Changed back the layout, I cant be bothered to do another one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaby :: Love story at harvard! ya ya, nice nice! the song. haha. It like repeats in every episode! But its really nice -&lt;em&gt;hifi too!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kailin&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;:: The show now showing on channel 55. haha. Of course man! the girl is super pretty! And the guy is not bad too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yvonne :: Hahah! that show! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;10 really random things about me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1. I'm a christian and I love God&lt;br /&gt;2. I learn ballet when I was small but gave up&lt;br /&gt;3. I hate carrots and tomatos for like forever&lt;br /&gt;4. I miss all the kids in chiangmai truckloads!&lt;br /&gt;5. I've always wanted to learn to play the drums&lt;br /&gt;6. I think turquoise hotpink and limegreen are hot&lt;br /&gt;7. I love outdoor activities which I never get enough of.&lt;br /&gt;8. I love stilletoes and patent pointed heels!&lt;br /&gt;9. I really enjoy all my friend's company.&lt;br /&gt;10. I'm in love with peanut butter, delicious stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;9 ways to win my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. funny and make me laugh (:&lt;br /&gt;2. being there at the right moments&lt;br /&gt;3. accept me for who I am&lt;br /&gt;4. who will go bungee jumping with me!&lt;br /&gt;5. I love recieving letters&lt;br /&gt;6. give me poppies and tulips!&lt;br /&gt;7. when people show they care for me&lt;br /&gt;8. anything thats really sweet&lt;br /&gt;9. go to an extent just to do something for me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;8 things I carry/wear everyday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1. haha, clothes!&lt;br /&gt;2. My lovely handphone&lt;br /&gt;3. Camera!&lt;br /&gt;4. multi rubberbands ard my hand&lt;br /&gt;5. wallets and keys&lt;br /&gt;6. Footwear&lt;br /&gt;7. favourite watch!&lt;br /&gt;8. My name bracelet charm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;7 things that annoy me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1. contradictions&lt;br /&gt;2. fickle-mindeds&lt;br /&gt;3. those who do smth purposely when you say you hate it&lt;br /&gt;4. those who get the things that you always wanted&lt;br /&gt;5. when my camera or handphone spoils&lt;br /&gt;6. people who disturbs you when you're already annoyed&lt;br /&gt;7. being misunderstood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;6 places I've visited ior intent to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Australia and again for sky-diving&lt;br /&gt;2. USA again! the shopping hella rocks&lt;br /&gt;3. I've always dreamt of visiting Egypt&lt;br /&gt;4. I've missed &lt;u&gt;Hawaii&lt;/u&gt;'s beautiful beaches.&lt;br /&gt;5. London again. I miss cousins and friends!&lt;br /&gt;6. the MALDIVES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;5 Things I want to do before I die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1. Go for at least one mission trip&lt;br /&gt;2. Learn and play the drums well&lt;br /&gt;3. Bungee jumping and skydiving!!&lt;br /&gt;4. Travel around the world&lt;br /&gt;5. accomplish something I will be proud of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;4 things I'm afraid of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1. people close to me leaving me&lt;br /&gt;2. Creepy crawlies&lt;br /&gt;3. Failures&lt;br /&gt;4. losing my loved ones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;3 things I do everyday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Eat&lt;br /&gt;2. brush teeth&lt;br /&gt;3. sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;2 things I'm trying not to do now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1. thinking about the nineteen!&lt;br /&gt;2. thinking and thinking and thinking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;1 person I want to see now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1. My kindergarden bestfriend! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671514-113435977849286589?l=crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/feeds/113435977849286589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671514&amp;postID=113435977849286589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/113435977849286589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/113435977849286589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-have-been-so-far-lazy-to-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>amanda smiles`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v687/purelyretro/thDSCF2637.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671514.post-113411770280204298</id><published>2005-12-09T16:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T17:08:57.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I know this layout sucks big time. cause its all mostly two colour blends, turqiouse and grey. Screwed up on the colour shades so theres no green and pink. Ah, I am just so lazy to change back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i'm so crazy over the phrase "&lt;em&gt;I LOVE LOVE&lt;/em&gt;" from some perfume. haha! Oh, and i just realised why this layout suck, too much blue concentrated at one area. haha. Will redesign on another free day. and when i return back to school to collect results, I sure will recieve like mighty loads of homework. Thats like the last thing in mind for many since its the holidays. And theres like book review which i hate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Christmas is coming, isn't it exciting? I am so looking forward for that day but not beyond that. Still have yet to get the top i saw for christmas. Yes, i do dress up for the day, new clothes and all. Its just like another chinese new year to me! I still couldnt open my yellow nail polish! Today, I've been a total pig at home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anon ; I have finally got a solution. It not really good but it works. You try to &lt;u&gt;crop&lt;/u&gt; the picture first. then, you'll see the black editing thingy around it. So, thn you twist your image to whatever position. After that, you use the marquee selection ( i dont knw what you call it btw ), and marquee the image. Having done so, you can now drag the picture into another layer or the canvas as you say. haha. thats what I can think about so far!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671514-113411770280204298?l=crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/feeds/113411770280204298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671514&amp;postID=113411770280204298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/113411770280204298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/113411770280204298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-know-this-layout-sucks-big-time.html' title=''/><author><name>amanda smiles`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v687/purelyretro/thDSCF2637.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671514.post-113405240059431709</id><published>2005-12-08T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T22:41:40.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am terribly feeling so nothing to do. hah. Oh, and I just simply cant wait to go out on saturday! I have like even picked out my outfits already, &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;turqiouse&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt; it shall be. haha. Its really fun to pick outfits, just take out all the clothes and see which fits which. I so love doing that to kill boredom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Was looking through albums of me when i was baby til now with my mum's friends. haha. Oh my gosh, I was so freaking fat when i am small. Really really fat. haha, and luckily i am so not that fat now. Just send my phone for repair and i had it back half an hour later. Great service really. I was doing my layout half way and gave up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671514-113405240059431709?l=crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/feeds/113405240059431709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671514&amp;postID=113405240059431709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/113405240059431709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/113405240059431709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-am-terribly-feeling-so-nothing-to-do.html' title=''/><author><name>amanda smiles`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v687/purelyretro/thDSCF2637.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671514.post-113387992529605858</id><published>2005-12-06T22:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T00:19:41.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yesterday was like totally dedicated to korean show. haha. Love story in harvard is super nice. I havent watched fully, and the intresting plot is just about to begin. And before that, me and von made a earring. Its really lovely, my beautiful idea. hah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Went town today, finally got the patent pointed heels that i've been wanting and wishing from my birthday til now. when like almost everyone thn said its so adults, thanks man. Couldnt be any bothered now, I just gotta get it. And turquoise with green and hot pink is hella nice now. Ohhh, and im really happy i finally got my army print skirt. The handbag from roxy is next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i was looking at this silver clutch from accesorize, the saleslady was like "oh, you looking for smth for your prom night?". Haha, it not funny, but it just tickles me for no reason. too mighty bad man, fairfield's promless. Everytime I go out, money keeps going down down down. I shall like ground myself from spending fro maybe a month if its successful. probably not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After town, shing, zhong and samuel joined us for pool. always, ya, its always fun. I realised that words really play with minds. By just bringing down confidence on the other party takes real effect. some really cool stuff here. I just hate my post today, somehow. And finally, I am like so happy with two of my art pieces. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drawing's a passion. Maybe next week, I shall stay home and paint my tees, redesign old jeans, place laces on my skirts, sequin tops and just diy everything useless now. Its really fun, when you start, you never feel like stopping. Like now, I love to draw and draw and draw. Oh, now i feel like sketching some random model. so, doodles!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/1600/DSCN1771.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 3px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 3px solid; MARGIN: 3px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 3px solid; WIDTH: 80px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 3px solid; HEIGHT: 65px" height="65" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/1600/DSCN1771.jpg" width="80" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/1600/DSCN1772.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 3px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 3px solid; MARGIN: 3px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 3px solid; WIDTH: 80px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 3px solid; HEIGHT: 65px" height="65" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/1600/DSCN1772.jpg" width="80" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/1600/DSCN1774.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 3px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 3px solid; MARGIN: 3px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 3px solid; WIDTH: 80px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 3px solid; HEIGHT: 65px" height="65" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/1600/DSCN1774.jpg" width="80" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/1600/DSCN1774.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671514-113387992529605858?l=crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/feeds/113387992529605858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671514&amp;postID=113387992529605858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/113387992529605858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/113387992529605858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/2005/12/yesterday-was-like-totally-dedicated.html' title=''/><author><name>amanda smiles`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v687/purelyretro/thDSCF2637.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671514.post-113352863073243155</id><published>2005-12-02T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T21:04:58.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My handphone is so cute please. haha. I didnt know it also celebrates christmas. haha, if you're wondering why. Some functions were changed, for i don't know why to red and green negative colour and the screen was in reverse mood. haha. but now its back to normal and thats sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Staying at home today was a good thing. I finally got down to do art homework. and I drew ashlee simpson! hah. I am so happy, one great achievement after so long. Its not very good compared to the professionals, but at my standard, its quite a satifactory state. Plus i was playing pool at the same time and with my brother's annoyance. Yay me! I cant wait to draw more, but one is just enough for a day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yesterday was at marina for steamboat to celebrate zhongi birthday. It was quite fun. went esplanade, drink and took hella lots of photos. Oh, I still havent got them from von. But it was fun! And it was really hot. Oh my gosh! plus wearing jeans.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;On the way to dental was chatting with my brother. haha, he's so funny. I was telling him that ' only ugly people call him handsome while handsome people call him ugly '. So, that was to like lower his mighty self-esteem alright. So he replied in a so proud way : ' than i call myslef ugly lah, cause I'm handsome! ' ok get it? He;s hella funny at times, but he also gets me pissed off when his irritatingness gets in the way. Oh, im sure thats the problem every sibling faces. Oh well, shows started. Im so gonna get hooked to this show, thanks to this week's 8 days. hah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671514-113352863073243155?l=crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/feeds/113352863073243155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671514&amp;postID=113352863073243155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/113352863073243155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/113352863073243155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/2005/12/my-handphone-is-so-cute-please.html' title=''/><author><name>amanda smiles`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v687/purelyretro/thDSCF2637.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671514.post-113319754816980555</id><published>2005-11-29T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T01:20:46.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v687/purelyretro/arrow.gif" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but i know it feels like the real thing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Happy sweet sixteen stella.&lt;/span&gt; Youre officially sixteen. Celebration for her was quite fun. At the usual place, my house. haha. I think my face is like so familiar to the people here already. I'm chatting with my friend from london. Oh my gosh, i totally miss her. She's like so cute please, that pretty little princess of mine. Having not seen each other from like three years ago, we think we look totally different. So sweet, im like awwww-ing now. She looks like a model posing with all her favourite playboy stuffs. hahaha. Okay, so enough about the sweet chattering, i loved today. Pool is like so fun now to us. The cake was really a right choice, its nice!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I would be going out with von tomorrow cause i really wanted heels and my army cargo pants and handbag. hah! Daryl's gone for camp! freedom man! oooh, but i kinda miss his irritatingness especially when he send me that virus and now i have no idea where some of my files are. luckily, i have backups. that shittos of mine. Me and that ka-ris-tal the currypuff are up to craps again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ok nevermind, now we are really crappy. you know, midnight madness. okay, maybe not. can say its am madness. haha. see, my brain is not functioning in a proper way now. aiyah, im too lasy to upload thee photos. i love these songs hella big time : the real thing, real life fairytale and i will learn to love again. Oh, kristal's my currypuffie. haha. and i am her mini puffy. ok, somehow, this post is really ineffective. And isnt it great, i can use the com til this late, like first time. Soon after i said that, my mum will come knocking at the door.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671514-113319754816980555?l=crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/feeds/113319754816980555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671514&amp;postID=113319754816980555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/113319754816980555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/113319754816980555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/2005/11/but-i-know-it-feels-like-real-thing.html' title=''/><author><name>amanda smiles`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v687/purelyretro/thDSCF2637.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671514.post-113300153750522135</id><published>2005-11-26T18:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T18:44:20.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v687/purelyretro/arrow.gif" /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Its your real life fairytale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yesterday was really fun. Happy belated birthday dearest Jinli. Oh my gosh, I totally love playing pool so much now. haha, fun fun. Now, my room is like stuffed with balloons. I love balloons but now until they re like so many. Anyway, it was just so fun. just that if swimming would be much better. haha. The perfect man is nice. I feel like cutting short bangs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I finally went to the birkenstock shop in singapore. Think i might be getting one if we go back again. today was a rush. The army-ish one is like totally fab. Army pattern, the next must collect things in my must-haves list. The army cargo pants and the army roxy handbags are kickass pretty. sadly, I really hate to spent money now. Gavin was like telling me yest to go work and not to be afraid of interviews. cause, I really hate interviews. Reason being, I cant answer alot to their questions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Just downloaded flash and dreamweaver. I absoutely do not know how to use it. Oh my gosh, and just downloading one song is like so long. Army army army! haha. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Real life fairytale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; by plumb is really nice. I love that song, the title actually. hah. I want a dog in my house. A real one. somehow, I think a chiwawa would be nice, but it wouldnt be if it goes missing. My bro and dad wanted that big dog which looks like a wolf. I dont knw what you call that, but im really scared off that dog. I just realised that we can actually trade in the old ipods for the new ones. haha. that is so cool. Nano nano!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sometimes, i really wonder. whether is there really a change. Cause I dont see one actually. You try and make things not obvious to me, but you just dont realise that its actually freaking obvious to me. I hate to have this 'bitching' part in my post where it ruins the whole entry. But sometimes, its uncontrollable, its over-irritating. Maybe not sometimes, its seems to me like forever. I am so not going to let history repeat itself somehow. So if you happen to read this, read it like some crap. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671514-113300153750522135?l=crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/feeds/113300153750522135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671514&amp;postID=113300153750522135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/113300153750522135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/113300153750522135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/2005/11/its-your-real-life-fairytale-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>amanda smiles`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v687/purelyretro/thDSCF2637.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671514.post-113283192656185807</id><published>2005-11-24T18:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T19:38:11.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am starting to feel the nerves. Imagine my brother collecting results, the marks obtained, the really anxious people wanting to know the results. All these alone are giving me the gitters. In like two weeks more, I'll be my turn, I'll have like a sudden rush of people calling me or my mum for the darn results. I hate it, I just hate those when all the comparison starts. Like, 'oh, i'm so glad my daughter is smarter' and all these freaking shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just begged my mum that no matter what, hold her words and ignore the bothering calls. thats like just one tiny favour i could ask for cause i dont not want history to repeat itself. Somehow, i hate blabbering all these just when i havent even seen the marks. This is, the anxious me, doubting myself in the slightest matter. or perhaps not. So, this is a very ineffective self-reflective post. And dont bother.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671514-113283192656185807?l=crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/feeds/113283192656185807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671514&amp;postID=113283192656185807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/113283192656185807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/113283192656185807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-am-starting-to-feel-nerves.html' title=''/><author><name>amanda smiles`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v687/purelyretro/thDSCF2637.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671514.post-113262428528201231</id><published>2005-11-22T08:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T17:44:31.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yesterday was like out for around half a day at town. It was pretty ok. I was proud of myself for spending on &lt;u&gt;only&lt;/u&gt; a brooch. cheap and nice. couldnt find the heels I saw from the magazine, so skip it. So, today will be another beautiful day dedicated to my room which is going to have a clean-up anytime soon. note : cla, I uploaded the rest into shutterfly already. The nokia swivel phone i wanted comes out next year. darn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh snap! I just tried dye-ing my hair, but the colour doesnt seem to appear. Ahh, here's a silly person wasting money. Re-packing my room was fast, and I'm so glad its neater now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/1600/47b5cf00b3127cce953d7c2e824900000015118Aat27Rq2bOK.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 3px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 3px solid; MARGIN: 3px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 3px solid; WIDTH: 65px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 3px solid; HEIGHT: 95px" height="95" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/1600/47b5cf00b3127cce953d7c2e824900000015118Aat27Rq2bOK.1.jpg" width="80" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/320/47b5cf00b3127cce953d7c9e82f900000015118Aat27Rq2bOK.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 3px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 3px solid; MARGIN: 3px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 3px solid; WIDTH: 65px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 3px solid; HEIGHT: 95px" height="95" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/320/47b5cf00b3127cce953d7c9e82f900000015118Aat27Rq2bOK.jpg" width="80" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/320/harhara.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 3px solid; 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&lt;strong&gt;And the magic is lost&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a sure blast! Its like suddenly having so much fun after a long time. So, went bowling at clementi. Somehow, I lost my direction sense or whatever you called that after not taking bus for a very long time. Anyway, I stopped like two stops earlier and had to walk all the way to meet yvonne. How dumb ! Earlier, I went to stock up all this month's magazines. And I just realised magazines damaged the most in my pocket. Though they seem cheap to buy at every month, but wait til you count the price of all you own. My gosh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After bowling, cabbed down to my place to play pool. And its weird that I know how to play but I am like so bad at it. Kept hitting and aiming, but the ball doesnt seem to go into the hole. Oh, talk about the hole. It was broken, so like the first few times, the ball just fell hard on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ordered pizza. And my phone is so problamatic. Its is on and i keep having miss call when it doesnt even ring or show if the person is calling. Maybe its just time to change my phone. Anyway, that phone really cost me trouble. The pizza man couldnt find us. After calling my phone for like so many times, he gave up and when back. So, called back and he agreed to come back. And cause of that, he had an accident with really bad and deep cuts. like ouch! I felt so bad, like never felt so bad before. Actually, I did. I think tha guy was super pissed at me somehow. Forget that, we still had fun phototaking and all. 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BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 3px solid; MARGIN: 3px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 3px solid; WIDTH: 80px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 3px solid; HEIGHT: 65px" height="65" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/1600/DSCN1530.jpg" width="80" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671514-113244449194532918?l=crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/feeds/113244449194532918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671514&amp;postID=113244449194532918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/113244449194532918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/113244449194532918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/2005/11/and-magic-is-lost-yesterday-was-sure.html' title=''/><author><name>amanda smiles`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v687/purelyretro/thDSCF2637.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671514.post-113236562160650202</id><published>2005-11-19T09:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T12:42:42.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;so finally, I am back home. to my lovely home sweet home. I somehow realised that my layout was so off cause I have been using mac to do layouts. Okay, so its better now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am really lazy to pack and unpack stuffs so my whole room is freaking messy in a nice way too. hah, so i can see the amt of stuffs i bought. super much to the extent that we almost lost two luggages on our way back. Forgetful minds we humans do have. We left like one in the plane and just forgotten about another one while claiming luggages. sighs. Those bags majory contained my stuffs, so in a way I will never forget.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When I was back at midnight, was starving like madness esp when you realise the fridge didnt have any food! Its like the worst nightmare. Oh my gosh, I just cant wait to see everyone. I have like those kind of feeling, really happy and all kind. Man, the days should faster pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should be having a total room revamp in the following week, was just discussing that in the plane yesterday. So exciting, to know that your room is going to be moving around. haha. somehow, I find my entries very self-centered. Like every sentence starts with I , I , I or me, me , me. It feels like this world evolves around me. nah. Maybe cause I havent really seen people for a long time and I dont really know what to talk about except what I do and blah.  self-contradictions, so dont bother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;clara &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v687/purelyretro/square.gif" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c9aa87;"&gt; hey! I really really cant wait to see you too ! you two : midnight snackies duo! haha. you know! I was thinking of that duo word on the plane, but instead it was doues or something like that. thks alot and love ya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c9aa87;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c9aa87;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c9aa87;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c9aa87;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#7a7971;"&gt;jinli &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v687/purelyretro/square.gif" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c9aa87;"&gt; cool ! loop nyc rocks. haha. I think when you tagged me, I was already on the plane. and now Im back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c9aa87;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#7a7971;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c9aa87;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#7a7971;"&gt;kailin &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v687/purelyretro/square.gif" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c9aa87;"&gt; thanks girl! I am still working on the alyout though. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671514-113236562160650202?l=crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/feeds/113236562160650202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671514&amp;postID=113236562160650202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/113236562160650202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/113236562160650202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/2005/11/so-finally-i-am-back-home.html' title=''/><author><name>amanda smiles`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v687/purelyretro/thDSCF2637.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671514.post-113220265204542002</id><published>2005-11-17T12:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T12:57:55.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v687/purelyretro/arrow.gif" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;b&gt; lace with silver sequins&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its snowing, it snowing ! Somehow, there's this weird pattern. Everytime we go overseas during the wintery season, theres totally no snow or rather snow after we left or on the day we left. So, this trip was no exception. Snowing the day before we are heading home! I think the snow somehow hates us, in a weird way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be like so bored on my journey home, no movies! wanted to buy the sims two gameboy game or whatever but I doubt my brother would lend his most &lt;i&gt;precious&lt;/i&gt; thing to me. "Its like my girlfriends !", he calls those gadgets. sigh. Yay, setting off tomorrow morning. I hope to make full use of the whole week ahead of me. I am just so excited ! A date with clara on mon. Planning comes pretty fast huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so addicted to reese's peanut cups. Its like an everyday eat thing, so I bought back supplies of peanut cups to munch at home when the craving just comes back. Oh gosh, I just feel like eating one now. Midnight snackies !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally love this tink bag. Fab ! &lt;a href="http://www.karmaloop.com/products.asp?ProductID=9751&amp;VendorCode=LOO"&gt; Loop NYC.&lt;/a&gt; Oh ya, I so love that shop. However, something that nice don't come cheap! Somehow, I have this like &lt;i&gt;love?&lt;/i&gt; for marilyn monroe collectables, as in those georgeous handbags and clutches. It applies the same here, something that nice don't come cheap too! Anyway, everything I adore recently is like so rock and roll kind. That is totally so not me. &lt;b&gt;The rolling stones&lt;/b&gt; vintage wash tees are so so nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671514-113220265204542002?l=crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/feeds/113220265204542002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671514&amp;postID=113220265204542002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/113220265204542002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/113220265204542002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/2005/11/lace-with-silver-sequins-its-snowing.html' title=''/><author><name>amanda smiles`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v687/purelyretro/thDSCF2637.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671514.post-113211149040498767</id><published>2005-11-16T10:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T11:28:23.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v687/purelyretro/arrow.gif" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt; &lt;b&gt;Cutout Memories&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey hey. I have changed blogskins like so many times so far cause of unsatisfactory. And now, I am finally happy with my new one. Still, hope it will stay for quite awhile. heh. And yes, two more days ! Today was raining from morning to night. how sad, no flood. haha. When I am back, I want to fulfil my wish list. Firstly, I can go back to wearing short short short mini skirt! Yay. I want to go skating and swimming and and and the list goes mighty down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was talking to so many people at one time yest. It was like some time of catching up. I knew alot were online around ten and all, so i tried waking up early for once and yes, successful! haha. like everyday I would wake up around 2 pm, just in time for lunch. hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I remembered that me and my bro tried competing in a "get lost maze". Okay, not a real maze, its some man-made one and you have to pay for it! It was so dumb, I really like keep ending up the same place and never could get out. haha, nevermind. this really is so random. cause I have nothing to talk about and I want to make this a long post. So, dragging the sentencewill be quite common here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, I think i am going to get really fat soon. or already. Cause its just so weird for me to have ice cream craving like almost everyday. Only craving ok, I dont eat ice cream everyday. Just dont have the chance to. haha. Anyway, tata!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671514-113211149040498767?l=crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/feeds/113211149040498767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671514&amp;postID=113211149040498767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/113211149040498767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/113211149040498767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/2005/11/cutout-memories-hey-hey.html' title=''/><author><name>amanda smiles`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v687/purelyretro/thDSCF2637.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671514.post-113199807190191305</id><published>2005-11-15T03:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T04:35:16.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The best news ever : I will be back on this friday! No more twentyeight nov!  Haha, I cannot get anymore happier. Oh, I just came back from Canada like an hour ago. It was a wonder trip for the first time in my holiday. I finally get to know whats it like to be on a helicopter over niagara falls! &amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/1600/canadatrip.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/320/canadatrip.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671514-113199807190191305?l=crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/feeds/113199807190191305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671514&amp;postID=113199807190191305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/113199807190191305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/113199807190191305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/2005/11/best-news-ever-i-will-be-back-on-this.html' title=''/><author><name>amanda smiles`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v687/purelyretro/thDSCF2637.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671514.post-113133247173229059</id><published>2005-11-07T10:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T11:36:55.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey ho hey ho ho. I now can start counting down the twenty-two days til I go back to my home sweet home. Oh yay, finally almost a month just passed and I miss all the fun, all the 'adventures in my own way' back home. Once the twenty two days passed, the catching up will just have to start. Though now I have almost every stuff I ever wished for, I just miss home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The early morning wind scared me alot. the weather was at 6 degrees and the wind was freaky. The huge dustbin outside was blown til we dont know where, you could hardly stand straight without moving backwards, the auburn leaves flying through the sky, hair were being blown to the extreme. A beautiful scenery it seems, nevertheless, something you wont want to experience. Plus news of torendos in the states hit the tvs and all, how could you not imagine the worst? Its funny that my dad brought his video cam and stand to capture the horrors of nature. hah, as I sit and wonder, wouldnt it be nice to see a twister. A photograph that will make a freak out to think that you're so near it to even capture it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally found the bag that I almost bid for at ebay. ebayy - the person who owned the bag said it was sold out worldwide. What a joke to imagine I was willing to pay 30 pounds for tht unique bag when I got it way cheaper. tsk tsk, ebay. Oh, and I rather use tagboard now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kailin, your request granted. no4, your favourite number now i think. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671514-113133247173229059?l=crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/feeds/113133247173229059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671514&amp;postID=113133247173229059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/113133247173229059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/113133247173229059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/2005/11/hey-ho-hey-ho-ho.html' title=''/><author><name>amanda smiles`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v687/purelyretro/thDSCF2637.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671514.post-113104604051280071</id><published>2005-11-04T03:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T03:27:20.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;A wonderful birthday girlfriend!&lt;/b&gt; Its so funny that there's no more space in our luggages to bring back the things we bought. haha. Yesterday, me and mum went to warehouse and bought christmas presents already! She finished and i just started. Its weird to be doing xmas shopping now because its still so long way! Maybe not, if I dilly dally. haha. I got a gumball machine! and there's no way it could fit in my flooding luggage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drinking to much minutemaid lemonade can taste really horrible, especially when its light lemondae. Light as in those diet kind. haha. Made a henry ford plastic model thing from the museum few days ago and the head fell off. haha!&lt;i&gt;so now quit starring at me&lt;/i&gt; What can I talk about now. Its so unintresting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Jellybeans suck alot. ewwww, hard little jelly things. The cherry flavour is pukish horrible. I'm sorry if anyone &amp;hearts; cherry cause I hate it! I like blueberry. Next week will be hours and hours of drive to Canada. Noooo, I hate long car-rides. Cant wait to be back to see everyone. &lt;i&gt;kisses&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I heard the horrible news on next year having only one class. right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show's so funny. Adults are having some serious meeting or something and they are holding some animal muppet, using it to talk to one another. Hah! This is so random, but I miss taking pictures with all my girlfriends and everyone else!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671514-113104604051280071?l=crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/feeds/113104604051280071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671514&amp;postID=113104604051280071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/113104604051280071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/113104604051280071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/2005/11/wonderful-birthday-girlfriend-its-so.html' title=''/><author><name>amanda smiles`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v687/purelyretro/thDSCF2637.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671514.post-113080128296767993</id><published>2005-11-01T07:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T10:25:37.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>{ edit - New layout ft. Gwen Stefani! with cool rock&amp;roll :) }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knock Knock Trick or treat&lt;br /&gt;shouts from door to door&lt;br /&gt;Trick or treat followed by thuds&lt;br /&gt;Kids in costume asks for candy&lt;br /&gt;Little witches, little dragons,&lt;br /&gt;all walking around in the night&lt;br /&gt;from houses to houses.&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY HALLOWEEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So its halloween, like any other normal day in normal clothes for me. And you so got to hear &lt;b&gt;rush&lt;/b&gt; by ALY&amp;AJ. Its so nice, an ultimate favourite song for now. Since its halloween and all, the sales are crazy here. CRAZY that sometimes i wonder how the buisness here are doing. The things are like : on monday, teeshirts are fifteen bucks, the next day they go down to three bucks. the same designs and all. wow wow wow, thats what I call unbelievable bargains &lt;i&gt;without a need to bargin&lt;/i&gt;. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like going kite-flying. Oh here, another design for my personal online diary. I kinda of want to learn the electric guitar. Go partyee people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671514-113080128296767993?l=crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/feeds/113080128296767993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671514&amp;postID=113080128296767993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/113080128296767993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/113080128296767993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/2005/11/edit-new-layout-ft.html' title=''/><author><name>amanda smiles`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v687/purelyretro/thDSCF2637.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671514.post-112982233121089087</id><published>2005-10-20T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T01:53:37.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;BROUGHT BY BOREDOM&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am really bored bored bored now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're like supposed to go horse-riding later but its only early morning where people are flipping newspapers and sipping coffee, kids are grapping lunchboxes on the tables and saying their byes while running off to their yellow school buses. Parents sitting outside (not at type of weather of course) slowly savouring English tea, where greens surround them. Morning greetings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;such a perfect scenery, so picture that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think aquarmarine, teal and turquoise are such pretty colours. Oh, such pretty mixtures of greens, that's why green is still the best colour of all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally found &lt;u&gt;abercrombie and fitch&lt;/u&gt; : oh you expensive thing. I love their exchange policy here. Candies are so tempting, even the name says so. Saw the M&amp;MS colour tube thing. Its so pretty please. all the colours of the world. I got pink ones. Teal green m&amp;ms were so cute, think i'm going back to get them. candy candy candy oh candy. I want to go home. I want to see everyone i know. I still want to go chinatown, geylang serai and mustafa and every other cheap shopping streets. I know i want to do everything and go everywhere. NYC : another must destination. I want teal, turquoise and brown nike bowling bag. Its so kickass pretty. told you i wnat so many things. Oh no, i guess its bye time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671514-112982233121089087?l=crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/feeds/112982233121089087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671514&amp;postID=112982233121089087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/112982233121089087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/112982233121089087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/2005/10/brought-by-boredom-i-am-really-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>amanda smiles`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v687/purelyretro/thDSCF2637.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671514.post-112964976125795002</id><published>2005-10-18T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T23:50:09.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Every morning you wake up and wonder while,&lt;br /&gt;light rays of the incandescent sun filter through.&lt;br /&gt;Open the door knob and feel the coldness, as&lt;br /&gt;gusts of wind brushed against the window panel.&lt;br /&gt;Holding that blue felt pen, just writing poems.&lt;br /&gt;Just as you think, not all holidays are full of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;sigh.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you guess. My holidays are that boring. The weather's freezing cold that you hardly want to step out. Heaters in the house that you're feeling so hot and you feel you need cold air once in awhile. A great deal of contradictions. Shopping the past few days have been pocket-draining but on the cheap thrill side. Just you imagine getting branded demin jackets for five bucks. All that is explains the shopping here, good ol' cheapo thrills. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But its been so boring. I cant make earrings and all, lack of tools. And its fun for one thing, they practise Halloween here, so cool please. They should like introduce it to Singapore too, that will be whole fun. I bought this one night temporary bronze hair dye thing. Hah, and yesterday, I dreamt that Kristal had pink and blue hair while Matt had blond hair. So hilarious please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over here, I can get diabetes really quick with really good candies all coming in party packs. Heard of pink m&amp;ms? they look really good and taste real good though. Pink, pink pink pink pink m&amp;ms ok? I love my vintage print t-shirt "THAT'S WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT". They sell really kickass pretty vintage print t-shirts here. I love the one which says, &lt;b&gt;I &lt;font color="red"&gt;&amp;hearts;&lt;/font&gt; my daddy's credit card.&lt;/b&gt; Oh my gosh, i would have got it if not for the humongous pricing. Disney channel's currently showing rollie pollie i think. oh, so cute. The whole morning I was watching little kiddy shows cause there's practically nothing to watch. Shows were all repeat, computer was hogged until now I could finally lay my hands on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I been recently see so many online shopping where people post pictures of second-hand stuffs they want tosell and all. How cool. I cant find abercrombie here. only a similar shop, aeropostale. Simliar items, totally different pricing. Stuffs there are all freaking cheap til you can go wow wow wow and still not believe it. ok now, bye bye ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm watching this show of complete differences but madly in love. (faints) super fat ladies with skinny as stick man, sexy bartenders and nerdy geeks. Tall men and super short ladies. My gosh. faints faints and faints. Opposites do attract.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671514-112964976125795002?l=crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/feeds/112964976125795002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671514&amp;postID=112964976125795002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/112964976125795002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/112964976125795002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/2005/10/every-morning-you-wake-up-and-wonder_18.html' title=''/><author><name>amanda smiles`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v687/purelyretro/thDSCF2637.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671514.post-112932074009479937</id><published>2005-10-15T04:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T04:12:20.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lalaweeh! at thee airport now. so random, such boredom. O' well, bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671514-112932074009479937?l=crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/feeds/112932074009479937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671514&amp;postID=112932074009479937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/112932074009479937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/112932074009479937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/2005/10/lalaweeh-at-thee-airport-now.html' title=''/><author><name>amanda smiles`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v687/purelyretro/thDSCF2637.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671514.post-112918169231951202</id><published>2005-10-13T13:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T13:38:59.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hello hello hello again. I'm so bored waiting for the time to pass really quickly so i can meet my girlfriends! i want to like get Relient K 's album. Oh, yesterday i made two more earrings. I shall name them glitz and glam, as both were my bling blings. There's like some young enterpreneurship thing happening in dec, and i really want to go. One can open a store and sell whatever you want. Earrings that is - for me. Chinatown and holland after to replenish my earring accesories. I shall just open a store soon, it will be so fun. I keep hearing coldplay's fix you on mtv til its getting abit irritatin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have like one more day in my safest hometown before i can finally get to see daddy. Just how am i going to survive on a fight to us without personal television on the chair infront. Nevermind, I just want to see fireworks tonight and just go 'wow' at every display of exotic beauties. Tired finding all my kindergarden friends and my 'back then-crush', but i cant. How nice it would be if you managed to find your long-lost friends, and now catching up and stuffs. Oh, and i always dreamt about meeting my best childhood friend and we, being bestfriends now. My oh my, such sweet dreams that you always wanted it to come true but it never does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanning yesterday with my girlfriends were a whole load of fun. Now, i realised i need to really slim down, big time. Lots of photos taken, uploading them in awhile. On our way home, kept calling people to see if we can like drop in their house, but all were out!! so, me and clara pulled Jinli all the way to chinatown after missing her bus-stop. well, its not nice to go chinatown being so broke and all. Got some really cheap sequins and the accessories for making earrings, so later we are going back there. After everything, home sweet home finally with sleepover and stuffs. I am simply too lasy to like step out of my house take bus and meet my dearest clara and the rest after. I love my pink black and white stripped nails! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671514-112918169231951202?l=crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/feeds/112918169231951202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671514&amp;postID=112918169231951202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/112918169231951202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/112918169231951202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/2005/10/hello-hello-hello-again.html' title=''/><author><name>amanda smiles`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v687/purelyretro/thDSCF2637.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671514.post-112886885659508146</id><published>2005-10-09T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T22:45:56.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm so in love with my first hand-made earrings!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 4px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 4px solid; DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 4px solid; WIDTH: 324px; CURSOR: hand; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 4px solid; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="242" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/320/DSCN0546.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Misfit Retro-girl&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671514-112886885659508146?l=crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/feeds/112886885659508146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671514&amp;postID=112886885659508146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/112886885659508146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/112886885659508146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/2005/10/im-so-in-love-with-my-first-hand-made.html' title=''/><author><name>amanda smiles`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v687/purelyretro/thDSCF2637.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671514.post-112878271758892310</id><published>2005-10-08T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T22:52:10.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/1600/DSCN0492.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/320/DSCN0492.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Towned with girlfriends. I can't believe i spent so much and the amount of stuffs bought aren't worth those prices. To say, those stuffs are with substance and come with cold hard cash. I regret, i saw bikinis at 5 bucks. I love esprit sale. til monday going to get down to serious shopping buisness at lovely esprit. I love my red retro hairband! smiles to say, and byes to leave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671514-112878271758892310?l=crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/feeds/112878271758892310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671514&amp;postID=112878271758892310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/112878271758892310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/112878271758892310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/2005/10/towned-with-girlfriends.html' title=''/><author><name>amanda smiles`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v687/purelyretro/thDSCF2637.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671514.post-112869449460997400</id><published>2005-10-07T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T22:24:08.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;5 RANDOM STUFFS ABOUT ME&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. i love limegreen and hotpink til my room's infested with these&lt;br /&gt;2. i can eat all sorts of kickass delicious cheesecakes and feel pukish after&lt;br /&gt;3. i fell head down an escalator at Takashimaya once while i was 5&lt;br /&gt;4. i had serious weird phobias of cats and dentists &lt;u&gt;before&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. i had ballet lessons for few years and still dont know why i gave up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- Exams just ended for us, happy big time. when exams like these are over, little kids just need to catch up on their deprived play time. Now, I can sequin my jeans and make sequined earrings. Iam so happy, and i don't think i can sleep tonight. Just one more week with dearest girlfriends before i leave for dreamland in detroit or whatever that place is. Cant wait for beaching party! or thee ever-missed shopping sprees. Maybe tomorrow, my limegreen patent heels! wait til my girlfriends upload the craziest pictures taken ever and &lt;strong&gt;our funniest videos&lt;/strong&gt;. I got a esprit cowboy clutch from the esprit sale. cheap thrills, thrills that are worth the buy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hate that stup scrollbar on your right which spoils the whole picture. I want to explore and do a flash layout soon. Bowling was so fun. ( &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;reminder to self : owe von money&lt;/span&gt; ) i think i really do suck at bowling, smashing great time, hearing rhythms of the bowling ball go "thud, thud" after another. Hilarious stuff to begin with. O macdonalds, O macdonald you look so fine with your clown face! Love the pyramid. Now, I want to start work on making earrings! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cast &amp;amp; hearings, your vintage hairdo looks so kickass pretty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671514-112869449460997400?l=crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/feeds/112869449460997400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671514&amp;postID=112869449460997400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/112869449460997400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/112869449460997400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/2005/10/5-random-stuffs-about-me-1.html' title=''/><author><name>amanda smiles`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v687/purelyretro/thDSCF2637.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671514.post-112850089130099611</id><published>2005-10-05T16:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T16:29:00.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh finally, I miss you blog. My life's been really hectic, with plenty of busy schedule. That includes examinations. I feel so happy, like in two more days. Then trottling off to my ever-so-missed shopping routine. First stop is my favourite limegreen patent heels! This exam's been filled with a boost of confidence, thankfully. But the end results, I leave it all to God. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Its crazy, to have blog in the midst of a national important examination and to watch mtv as I study. I so do not know how to settle this problem : I forgot to paste the identity sticker on my art prep work. plus all the right-hand corner of te page turns out to be the best drawing. Like, how?! Suppose, I have to redraw it. Careless mistakes are always regretful mistakes. I better be off now. Study calls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671514-112850089130099611?l=crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/feeds/112850089130099611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671514&amp;postID=112850089130099611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/112850089130099611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/112850089130099611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/2005/10/oh-finally-i-miss-you-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>amanda smiles`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v687/purelyretro/thDSCF2637.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671514.post-112781882430131288</id><published>2005-09-27T18:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T14:06:19.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Thanks all who remembered my special day! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Here I will leave you some shots of the sweetest twenty six september ever:&lt;br /&gt;by the way, I love the oreo cheesecake like ever thousands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/1600/DSCN0298.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 4px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 4px solid; DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 4px solid; WIDTH: 324px; CURSOR: hand; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 4px solid; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="242" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/320/DSCN0298.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/1600/DSCN0232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 4px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 4px solid; DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 4px solid; WIDTH: 324px; CURSOR: hand; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 4px solid; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="242" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/320/DSCN0232.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/1600/DSCN0201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 4px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 4px solid; DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 4px solid; WIDTH: 324px; CURSOR: hand; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 4px solid; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="242" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/320/DSCN0201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/1600/DSCN0312.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 4px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 4px solid; DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 4px solid; WIDTH: 324px; CURSOR: hand; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 4px solid; HEIGHT: 212px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="242" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/320/DSCN0312.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/1600/DSCN0309.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 4px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 4px solid; DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 4px solid; WIDTH: 324px; CURSOR: hand; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 4px solid; HEIGHT: 222px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="242" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/320/DSCN0309.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/1600/DSCN0311.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 4px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 4px solid; DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 4px solid; WIDTH: 324px; CURSOR: hand; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 4px solid; HEIGHT: 222px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="242" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/320/DSCN0311.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/1600/DSCN03161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 4px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 4px solid; DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 4px solid; WIDTH: 324px; CURSOR: hand; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 4px solid; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="242" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/320/DSCN0316.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/1600/DSCN0284.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 4px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 4px solid; DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 4px solid; WIDTH: 324px; CURSOR: hand; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 4px solid; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="242" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/320/DSCN0284.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/1600/DSCN0285.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 4px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 4px solid; DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 4px solid; WIDTH: 324px; CURSOR: hand; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 4px solid; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="242" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/320/DSCN0285.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/1600/DSCN0276.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 4px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 4px solid; DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 4px solid; WIDTH: 324px; CURSOR: hand; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 4px solid; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="242" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/320/DSCN0276.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/1600/DSCN0273.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 4px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 4px solid; DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 4px solid; WIDTH: 324px; CURSOR: hand; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 4px solid; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="242" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/320/DSCN0273.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/1600/DSCN0268.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 4px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 4px solid; DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 4px solid; WIDTH: 324px; CURSOR: hand; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 4px solid; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="242" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/320/DSCN0268.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; sparklers are fun! the ultimate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/1600/DSCN02571.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 4px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 4px solid; DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 4px solid; WIDTH: 324px; CURSOR: hand; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 4px solid; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="242" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/320/DSCN0257.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/1600/DSCN0258.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 4px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 4px solid; DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 4px solid; WIDTH: 324px; CURSOR: hand; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 4px solid; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="242" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/320/DSCN0258.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/1600/DSCN0249.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 4px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 4px solid; DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 4px solid; WIDTH: 324px; CURSOR: hand; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 4px solid; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="242" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/320/DSCN0249.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My artistic shot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/1600/DSCN0248.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 4px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 4px solid; DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 4px solid; WIDTH: 324px; CURSOR: hand; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 4px solid; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="242" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/320/DSCN0248.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The pyramid: the craziest thing I've done was to climb that wearing skirt! I still think its super crazy. Plus barefooted was the most terrible thing after all having your feet hurting and redish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/1600/DSCN0239.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 4px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 4px solid; DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 4px solid; WIDTH: 324px; CURSOR: hand; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 4px solid; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="242" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/320/DSCN0239.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Depressed so not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/1600/DSCN0233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 4px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 4px solid; DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 4px solid; WIDTH: 324px; CURSOR: hand; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 4px solid; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="242" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/320/DSCN0233.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/1600/DSCN0221.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 4px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 4px solid; DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 4px solid; WIDTH: 324px; CURSOR: hand; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 4px solid; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="242" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/320/DSCN0221.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Okay, abit of a retard there. Just note that on some pictures of me doing the five-hand thing is not because I'm an ahlian wannable but I just can't explain why I did that. -slaps forehead &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/1600/DSCN0217.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 4px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 4px solid; DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 4px solid; WIDTH: 324px; CURSOR: hand; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 4px solid; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="242" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/320/DSCN0217.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/1600/DSCN02131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 4px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 4px solid; DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 4px solid; WIDTH: 324px; CURSOR: hand; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 4px solid; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="242" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/320/DSCN0213.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/1600/DSCN0210.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 4px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 4px solid; DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 4px solid; WIDTH: 324px; CURSOR: hand; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 4px solid; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="242" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/320/DSCN0210.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/1600/DSCN0229.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 4px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 4px solid; DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 4px solid; WIDTH: 324px; CURSOR: hand; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 4px solid; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="983" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2320/372/320/DSCN0229.jpg" width="324" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; To my sweetest girlfriends on my sweetest sixteen. I love you guys a thousand red m&amp;amp;ms. Thanks for the wonderful day, the wishes, oreo cheesecake! and the presents. &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/6671514-112781882430131288?l=crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/feeds/112781882430131288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671514&amp;postID=112781882430131288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/112781882430131288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/112781882430131288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/2005/09/thanks-all-who-remembered-my-special.html' title=''/><author><name>amanda smiles`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v687/purelyretro/thDSCF2637.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671514.post-112770378730976495</id><published>2005-09-26T10:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T11:04:09.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Of&lt;/span&gt;fi&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;cia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;lly&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Si&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;xt&lt;/span&gt;een&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;sparklers and sticky chewy chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;Ah, those temptations you can't resist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671514-112770378730976495?l=crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/feeds/112770378730976495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671514&amp;postID=112770378730976495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/112770378730976495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/112770378730976495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/2005/09/officially-sixteen-sparklers-and.html' title=''/><author><name>amanda smiles`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v687/purelyretro/thDSCF2637.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671514.post-112753104184256650</id><published>2005-09-24T10:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T18:28:17.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To begin with pictures :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;playing with reflections&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v687/purelyretro/DSCN0129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 4px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 4px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 4px solid; WIDTH: 244px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 4px solid; HEIGHT: 342px" height="983" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v687/purelyretro/DSCN0129.jpg" width="436" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Bang bang he shot me down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Bang bang I hit the ground&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Bang bang that awful sound&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bang bang my baby shot me down&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v687/purelyretro/DSCN0142.jpg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 4px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 4px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 4px solid; WIDTH: 333px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 4px solid; HEIGHT: 252px" height="331" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v687/purelyretro/DSCN0151.jpg" width="252" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ronald macdonald rocks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v687/purelyretro/DSCN0166.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 4px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 4px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 4px solid; WIDTH: 246px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 4px solid; HEIGHT: 319px" height="331" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v687/purelyretro/DSCN0166.jpg" width="418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sepia tone loving&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;do crazy things with&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;even when all &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;eyes are on you.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v687/purelyretro/DSCN0142.jpg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 4px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 4px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 4px solid; WIDTH: 339px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 4px solid; HEIGHT: 259px" height="331" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v687/purelyretro/DSCN0142.jpg" width="418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v687/purelyretro/DSCN0142.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 4px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 4px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 4px solid; WIDTH: 343px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 4px solid; HEIGHT: 281px" height="331" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v687/purelyretro/DSCN0159.jpg" width="252" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v687/purelyretro/DSCN0134"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 4px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 4px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 4px solid; WIDTH: 349px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 4px solid; HEIGHT: 277px" height="331" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v687/purelyretro/DSCN0134.jpg" width="252" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sweet fragility&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v687/purelyretro/DSCN0148"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 4px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 4px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 4px solid; WIDTH: 352px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 4px solid; HEIGHT: 277px" height="331" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v687/purelyretro/DSCN0148.jpg" width="252" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my surprise, King Alberts Park macdonalds attacted alot of students. A good place to study though noise could be overwhelming at times. Somehow, my 'noise bearable limit' was reached. So many students kept laughing their heads off. And then, I think of us. as a group, we could beat that noise. I wasted this whole morning and afternoon, so I would have to make use of the afternoon to make up for the loss time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yesterday before I met clara, saw this lady who was totally insane. She stood almost in the middle of the road, taking out her sandals and putting it on, squatting down to see something. Wow, she's that brave. After, I knew she was calling for cab. Waiting for cab in the middle of the road is not the right thing of course. she wanted to open the cab door, but the cab turned towards the busstop. The lady's reaction was so funny, like she was going to fall off. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Went town with mom. exams are just around the corner and I still can go out. sighs. bought slipper that I think is so cheap. mom made me regret. Now i really do plus I got size seven! yada yada ... Monday the twenty six! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671514-112753104184256650?l=crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/feeds/112753104184256650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671514&amp;postID=112753104184256650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/112753104184256650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/112753104184256650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/2005/09/to-begin-with-pictures-playing-with.html' title=''/><author><name>amanda smiles`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v687/purelyretro/thDSCF2637.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671514.post-112686157188761145</id><published>2005-09-16T15:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T18:31:53.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v687/purelyretro/fjordsk.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Another one of my camera frenzies tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I have never been in such frenzies over electronics until queuing overnight is not a matter. I think &lt;a href="http://liselottewatkins.com"&gt;Liselotte Watkins&lt;/a&gt; is a cool site with products that are way cool. I cannot seem to download songs into my mum's &lt;u&gt;abandoned&lt;/u&gt; ipod. Like can't remember where the software is to re-download. Ipod Nano :) I miss sec two and the classroom at commonwealth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting the question paper for art seems like a horrible headache. And I just realised that my ideas are all of the same, freedom freedom freedom and security security security. Its hard to think out of the box when you are specifically good at a certain topic. Think tank. But this time, risk is at stake. Im trying buildings, an alternative. With that in mind, I need camera and time. Chinatown photo frenzy with Shing and Matt. Studying at holland with Clara. delifrance, oh i hate that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I just think its fun going Chinatown and taking pictures of vintage bulidings and all. it just fasinates me. &lt;strong&gt;The Piece Of Vintage Art.&lt;/strong&gt; Har har . I was reading all my past posts. A terrible language to begin with, all the &lt;em&gt;mie &lt;/em&gt;and&lt;em&gt; euus&lt;/em&gt;. I feeling like giving myself the worst slap on my forehead for behaving like all the long black straight hair people saying &lt;em&gt;i lub euu&lt;/em&gt; and all. All these are making me shrivel in disgust. I miss that song. "Santa, can you here me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly think prelims and major exams are a screw. School will never give us a break. Giving us killer papers only demoralises us. OK, maybe not us, but me. I have a high tendency to mix up words real badly. From polytechnics to polyclinics. How's that sound? Im stuck in a dumb cum sad case situation right now. yada yada. Tee hee hee :) Anna Nalick - breathe. Its nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.asiantown.net/blog/fla/are_you_dumb.swf"&gt;click&lt;/a&gt; - Try it. I think you all should now know the "dumb" accent.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What happens when camera attacks?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;here's some clips I came across. Get ready to scream cause you're on candid video! &lt;a href="http://www.fotofinity.com/purelyretro"&gt;RIGHT HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671514-112686157188761145?l=crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/feeds/112686157188761145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671514&amp;postID=112686157188761145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/112686157188761145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/112686157188761145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/2005/09/another-one-of-my-camera-frenzies.html' title=''/><author><name>amanda smiles`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v687/purelyretro/thDSCF2637.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671514.post-112677048559060079</id><published>2005-09-15T15:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T15:54:52.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A stretch of discomfort and lackadaisical traits discouraged her from stepping forward. The past month immersed in a lack of self-confidence. A series of events that submerged her back down. Maybe, tears of her loved ones can introspect her life. Tears, they never meant to be happy. In the midst of all the agony and emotional struggle, she finally felt the presence of someone whom she had neglected. Him, who had carried her through the toughest pains of life and walked by side in the happiest moments. Its like flowers, the perfect delicate beauties of fragility. Ever still, they seem to display the freshest surreal scene blooming in adversity. Maybe maybe, I will believe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671514-112677048559060079?l=crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/feeds/112677048559060079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671514&amp;postID=112677048559060079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/112677048559060079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/112677048559060079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/2005/09/stretch-of-discomfort-and.html' title=''/><author><name>amanda smiles`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v687/purelyretro/thDSCF2637.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671514.post-112667905987005799</id><published>2005-09-14T14:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T15:12:27.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Corrinne May - everything in its time (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here - 200 things &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(of what I've done are bold)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01. bought everyone in the pub a drink&lt;br /&gt;02. swam with wild dolphins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;03. climbed (drove up)a mountain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04. taken a ferrari for a test drive&lt;br /&gt;05. been inside the great pyramid&lt;br /&gt;06. held a tarantula&lt;br /&gt;07. taken a candlelit bath with someone&lt;br /&gt;08. said 'I love you' and meant it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;09. hugged a tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. done a striptease&lt;br /&gt;11. bungee jumped&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. visited paris&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. watched a lightning storm at sea&lt;br /&gt;14. stayed up all night long and watch the sun rise&lt;br /&gt;15. seen the northern lights&lt;br /&gt;16. gone to a huge sports game&lt;br /&gt;17. walked the stairs to the top of leaning tower of pisa&lt;br /&gt;18. grown and eaten your own vegetables&lt;br /&gt;19. touched an iceberg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;20. slept under the stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. changed a baby's diaper&lt;br /&gt;22. taken a trip in a hot air balloon&lt;br /&gt;23. watched a meteor shower&lt;br /&gt;24. gotten drunk on champagne&lt;br /&gt;25. given more than you can afford to charity&lt;br /&gt;26. looked up the night sky through a telescope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;27. Had an uncontrollable giggling fit at the worst possible moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;28. Had a food fight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Bet on a winning horse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30. Taken a sick day when you're not ill&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Asked out a stranger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;32. Had a snowball fight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Photocopied your bottom on the office photocopier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;34. Screamed as loudly as you possibly can&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;35. Held a lamb&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Enacted a favorite fantasy&lt;br /&gt;37. Taken a midnight skinny dip&lt;br /&gt;38. Taken an ice cold bath&lt;br /&gt;39. Had a meaningful conversation with a beggar&lt;br /&gt;40. Seen a total eclipse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;41. Ridden a roller coaster&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;42&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Hit a home run&lt;br /&gt;43. Fit three weeks miraculously into three days&lt;br /&gt;44. Danced like a fool and not cared who was looking&lt;br /&gt;45. Adopted an accent for an entire day&lt;br /&gt;46. Visited the birthplace of your ancestors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;47. Actually felt happy about your life, even for just a moment&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Had two hard drives for your computer&lt;br /&gt;49. Visited all 50 states&lt;br /&gt;50. Loved your job for all accounts (for a moment)&lt;br /&gt;51. Taken care of someone who was shit faced&lt;br /&gt;52. Had enough money to be truly satisfied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;53. Had amazing friends&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. Danced with a stranger in a foreign country&lt;br /&gt;55. Watched wild whales&lt;br /&gt;56. Stolen a sign&lt;br /&gt;57. Backpacked in Europe&lt;br /&gt;58. Taken a road-trip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;59. Rock climbing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. Lied to foreign government's official in that country to avoid notice&lt;br /&gt;61. Midnight walk on the beach&lt;br /&gt;62. Sky diving&lt;br /&gt;63. Visited Ireland&lt;br /&gt;64. Been heartbroken longer than you were actually in love&lt;br /&gt;65. In a restaurant, sat at a stranger's table and had a meal with them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;66. Visited Japan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67. Benchpressed your own weight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;68. Milked a cow&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69. Alphabetized your records&lt;br /&gt;70. Pretended to be a superhero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;71. Sung karaoke&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72. Lounged around in bed all day&lt;br /&gt;73. Posed nude in front of strangers&lt;br /&gt;74. Scuba diving&lt;br /&gt;75. Got it on to "Let's Get It On" by Marvin Gaye&lt;br /&gt;76. Kissed in the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;77. Played in the mud&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;78. Played in the rain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79. Gone to a drive-in theater&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;80. Done something you should regret, but don't regret it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81. Visited the Great Wall of China&lt;br /&gt;82. Discovered that someone who's not supposed to have known about your blog has discovered your blog&lt;br /&gt;83. Dropped Windows in favor of something better&lt;br /&gt;84. Started a business&lt;br /&gt;85. Fallen in love and not had your heart broken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;86. Toured ancient sites&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;87. Taken a martial arts class&lt;br /&gt;88. Swordfought for the honor of a woman&lt;br /&gt;89. Played D&amp;amp;D for more than 6 hours straight&lt;br /&gt;90. Gotten married&lt;br /&gt;91. Been in a movie&lt;br /&gt;92. Crashed a party&lt;br /&gt;93. Loved someone you shouldn't have&lt;br /&gt;94. Kissed someone so passionately it made them dizzy&lt;br /&gt;95. Gotten divorced&lt;br /&gt;96. Had sex at the office&lt;br /&gt;97. Gone without food for 5 days&lt;br /&gt;98. Made cookies from scratch&lt;br /&gt;99. Won first prize in a costume contest&lt;br /&gt;100. Ridden a gondola in Venice&lt;br /&gt;101. Gotten a tattoo&lt;br /&gt;102. Found that the texture of some materials can turn you on&lt;br /&gt;103. Rafted the Snake River&lt;br /&gt;104. Been on television news programs as an "expert"&lt;br /&gt;105. Got flowers for no reason&lt;br /&gt;106. Masturbated in a public place&lt;br /&gt;107. Got so drunk you don't remember anything&lt;br /&gt;108. Been addicted to some form of illegal drug&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;109. Performed on stage&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;110. Been to Las Vegas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;111. Recorded music&lt;br /&gt;112. Eaten shark&lt;br /&gt;113. Had a one-night stand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;114. Gone to Thailand&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;115. Seen Siouxsie live&lt;br /&gt;116. Bought a (toy) house&lt;br /&gt;117. Been in a combat zone&lt;br /&gt;118. Buried one/both of your parents&lt;br /&gt;119. Shaved or waxed your pubic hair off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;120. Been on a cruise ship&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;121. Spoken more than one language fluently&lt;br /&gt;122. Gotten into a fight while attempting to defend someone&lt;br /&gt;123. Bounced a cheque&lt;br /&gt;124. Performed in Rocky Horror&lt;br /&gt;125. Read - and understood - your credit report&lt;br /&gt;126. Raised children&lt;br /&gt;127. Recently bought and played with a favorite childhood toy&lt;br /&gt;128. Followed your favorite band/singer on tour&lt;br /&gt;129. Created and named your own constellation of stars&lt;br /&gt;130. Taken an exotic bicycle tour in a foreign country&lt;br /&gt;131. Found out something significant that your ancestors did&lt;br /&gt;132. Called or written your Congress person&lt;br /&gt;133. Picked up and moved to another city to just start over&lt;br /&gt;134. ... more than once? - More than thrice?&lt;br /&gt;135. Walked the Golden Gate Bridge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;136. Sang loudly in the car, and didn't stop when you knew someone was looking&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;137. Had an abortion or your female partner did&lt;br /&gt;138. Had plastic surgery&lt;br /&gt;139. Survived an accident that you shouldn't have survived&lt;br /&gt;140. Wrote articles for a large publication&lt;br /&gt;141. Lost over 100 pounds&lt;br /&gt;142. Held someone while they were having a seizure&lt;br /&gt;143. Piloted an airplane&lt;br /&gt;144. Petted a stingray&lt;br /&gt;145. Broken someone's heart&lt;br /&gt;146. Helped an animal give birth&lt;br /&gt;147. Been fired or laid off from a job&lt;br /&gt;148. Won money on a T.V. game show&lt;br /&gt;149. Broken a bone&lt;br /&gt;150. Killed a human being&lt;br /&gt;151. Gone on an African photo safari&lt;br /&gt;152. Ridden a motorcycle&lt;br /&gt;153. Driven any land vehicle at a speed of greater than 100mph&lt;br /&gt;154. Had a body part of yours below the neck pierced&lt;br /&gt;155. Fired a rifle, shotgun, or pistol&lt;br /&gt;156. Eaten mushrooms that were gathered in the wild&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;157. Ridden a horse&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;158. Had major surgery&lt;br /&gt;159. Had sex on a moving train&lt;br /&gt;160. Had a snake as a pet&lt;br /&gt;161. Hiked to the bottom of the Grand Canyon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;162. Slept through an entire flight: takeoff, flight, and landing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;163. Slept for more than 30 hours over the course of 48 hours&lt;br /&gt;164. Visited more foreign countries than U.S. states&lt;br /&gt;165. Visited all 7 continents&lt;br /&gt;166. Taken a canoe trip that lasted more than 2 days&lt;br /&gt;167. Eaten kangaroo meat&lt;br /&gt;168. Fallen in love at an ancient Mayan burial ground&lt;br /&gt;169. Been a sperm or egg donor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;170. Eaten sushi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;171. Had your picture in the newspaper&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;172. Had 2 (or more) healthy romantic relationships for over a year in your lifetime&lt;br /&gt;173. Changed someone's mind about something you care deeply about&lt;br /&gt;174. Gotten someone fired for their actions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;175. Gone back to school&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;176. Parasailed&lt;br /&gt;177. Changed your name&lt;br /&gt;178. Petted a cockroach&lt;br /&gt;179. Eaten fried green tomatoes&lt;br /&gt;180. Read The Iliad&lt;br /&gt;181. Selected one "important" author who you missed in school, and read&lt;br /&gt;182. Dined in a restaurant and stolen silverware, plates, cups because your apartment needed them&lt;br /&gt;183. ...&lt;br /&gt;184. Taught yourself an art from scratch&lt;br /&gt;185. Killed and prepared an animal for eating&lt;br /&gt;186. Apologized to someone years after inflicting the hurt&lt;br /&gt;187. Skipped all your school reunions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;188. Communicated with someone without sharing a common spoken language&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;189. Been elected to public office&lt;br /&gt;190. Written your own computer language&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;191. Thought to yourself that you're living your dream&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;192. Had to put someone you love into hospice care&lt;br /&gt;193. Built your own PC from parts&lt;br /&gt;194. Sold your own artwork to someone who didn't know you&lt;br /&gt;195. Had a booth at a street fair&lt;br /&gt;196: Dyed your hair&lt;br /&gt;197: Been a DJ&lt;br /&gt;198: Found out someone was going to dump you via LiveJournal&lt;br /&gt;199: Written your own role playing game&lt;br /&gt;200: Been arrested&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I would seriously want to try bungee jumping, sky-diving and ride a gondola in vernice. Heres to cheers until my 21 birthday, where I will be busy getting things I cannot do now. That sort of quiz has weird questions in it. Anyway, school's a piss. I hate lesons. I hate being sick. I hate having given homeworks. My photoshop takes almost twenty minutes to get started. The programming sucks. I miss my primary four days. I still remember me, esther, her cousins and all. Our picture was publisied on the front cover of Home, newspaper while we were spending mooncake festival at night safari. Oh, i love mooncake festivals. Yam, yam and yam paste. I would be escaping from ms lim's talk and being embarrased for failing prelims, if her talk was tomorrow. I just knew I would be sick on that day. unless its on friday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh well, flimroll flimroll flimroll of our times. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671514-112667905987005799?l=crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/feeds/112667905987005799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671514&amp;postID=112667905987005799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/112667905987005799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671514/posts/default/112667905987005799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossheartsalongsidewalks.blogspot.com/2005/09/corrinne-may-everything-in-its-time.html' title=''/><author><name>amanda smiles`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v687/purelyretro/thDSCF2637.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
