<?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-8184640545580458678</id><updated>2012-02-14T22:18:52.338+08:00</updated><category term='crap drabbles'/><category term='THANK YOU ViVieN'/><title type='text'>bitterbubblegums</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitterbubblegums.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184640545580458678/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbubblegums.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184640545580458678/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>m i r a b e l l e.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15666589275044687447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MRz8FrKvzTM/TsMV_0I-loI/AAAAAAAAB6o/zrGrVeQiWus/s220/IMG_6038.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>693</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184640545580458678.post-4705100139244794422</id><published>2012-02-14T21:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-14T22:18:52.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This night is flawless, don't you let it go.</title><content type='html'>Hey dudes and dudettes. How's your valentine's day? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 511px; height: 383px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/426930_2690715346709_1221268436_32193259_1963662854_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 510px; height: 382px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/428672_2690716106728_1221268436_32193260_1780817354_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 508px; height: 381px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/419772_2690720826846_1221268436_32193269_1521066936_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 511px; height: 383px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/405929_2690717466762_1221268436_32193263_2061283928_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 364px; height: 485px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/431150_2690725586965_1221268436_32193276_1246204441_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 510px; height: 382px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/427034_2690729947074_1221268436_32193282_2127306889_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 512px; height: 384px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/417451_2690729187055_1221268436_32193281_569877938_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Valentine's day this year seems to... Affect CCHY so much more than the previous years. Or maybe it's just me and my circle of friends. Or maybe it's the entire graduating batch. Either way, it's a really enjoyable day with all my lovely friends &amp;lt;3 You can really feel the love in the air...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems more like friendship day after all huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 378px; height: 504px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/428735_2690714666692_1221268436_32193258_1013056986_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 511px; height: 383px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/423198_2690741307358_1221268436_32193294_49606964_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 511px; height: 383px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/420760_2690740587340_1221268436_32193293_1048385963_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 511px; height: 383px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/397047_2690645264957_1221268436_32193164_145575157_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 510px; height: 382px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/429815_2690698746294_1221268436_32193238_2027029106_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 511px; height: 383px;" src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/395195_2690704306433_1221268436_32193245_75820501_n.jpg" alt="" class="fbPhotoImage" id="fbPhotoImage" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Cards/gifts given to those precious to me &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 510px; height: 382px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/409485_2690730747094_1221268436_32193283_2101828261_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Thanks to those who've spent the time and effort to make/purchase all those above for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot happened today but I'm not really going to elaborate cause words just won't do this day any justice. But, special thank yous Fithri Ziman Jessica Syafiqah YeeWah Fengting Joleen Joanne for the handmade stuff &amp;lt;3 I really love handmade things yknow LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 512px; height: 384px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/397092_2690733867172_1221268436_32193285_485682084_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 511px; height: 383px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/427058_2690736107228_1221268436_32193287_726953411_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;^Joleen: Must make me go crazy over clothes I cannot have one leh!!! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's something about photographs given by friends in envelopes that makes me smile like a complete idiot to myself. Ziman has seen me doing that several times today... LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I shall update tomorrow on the baking process with the sec4 female epeeists the last Sunday. Yupp that's what we were doing. Hehe. We baked something like cookies, but not really, since it's mostly made out of cornflakes.  But quite a number said it was nice. SUCCESS YO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. I guess I shall end this post here and do my Amaths LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 511px; height: 383px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/407319_2690643944924_1221268436_32193162_1816093993_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;All time favourite class. 1f'o9/2f'1o forever &amp;amp; always. I miss you guys so much. Chalet after O's baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, thank you small eyes for the evening. It was really unexpected, but in a good way. Thank you so much for making my day &lt;span class="messageBody" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184640545580458678-4705100139244794422?l=bitterbubblegums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184640545580458678/posts/default/4705100139244794422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184640545580458678/posts/default/4705100139244794422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbubblegums.blogspot.com/2012/02/this-night-is-flawless-dont-you-let-it.html' title='This night is flawless, don&apos;t you let it go.'/><author><name>m i r a b e l l e.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15666589275044687447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MRz8FrKvzTM/TsMV_0I-loI/AAAAAAAAB6o/zrGrVeQiWus/s220/IMG_6038.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184640545580458678.post-764409954249521854</id><published>2012-02-12T20:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-12T20:21:15.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I want to know that I have been to the extreme.</title><content type='html'>I would totally kill for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img class="image_thumbnail enlarged" alt="" id="thumbnail_photo_17419329490" style="cursor: pointer; background-color: transparent; width: 377px; height: 250px;" src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lz854m4L1h1qab5wso1_500.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img class="image_thumbnail enlarged" alt="" id="thumbnail_photo_17419224152" style="cursor: pointer; background-color: transparent; width: 339px; height: 339px;" src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lz84u8kZqX1qab5wso1_400.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Kustom Kix wedges (can you believe it's actually hand painted wtf?!?) and one of those cosmic/galaxy/nebula dresses. The wedges are waaaaaay out of my budget and besides I don't think they'd actually ship over to Singapore -_- And I don't know where to buy my dress arghhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;I know some Facebook shops that actually sell galaxy pendants and tote bags but they just have to sell it at ridiculously high prices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nvm. I told Syafiqah I'd learn to HAND PAINT/DIY those shit. I &lt;b&gt;swear&lt;/b&gt; I will learn how and when that day comes... Hurhur. I'll make sure I suck those obsessed shoppers dry. Just like how so many of them came close to emptying every credit in my bank (but that will never happen I'm too disciplined ^^). Nah I'm kidding. Just support me then will you? Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a fantastic Sunday today with the sec4 female epeeists. Tiring but overall a great time. Popcorn chicken LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and do you know that on Valentine's Day, 14th Feb, it's actually supposed to the girls doing something for the guys? It's only on White Day, 14th March, is it then the guys' turn to do something in return for the girls. Haha fun fact learnt from watching anime ^^ It's 100% reliable info LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But too bad Singapore doesn't really practice this huh? Japan does. It's so cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184640545580458678-764409954249521854?l=bitterbubblegums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184640545580458678/posts/default/764409954249521854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184640545580458678/posts/default/764409954249521854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbubblegums.blogspot.com/2012/02/i-want-to-know-that-i-have-been-to.html' title='I want to know that I have been to the extreme.'/><author><name>m i r a b e l l e.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15666589275044687447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MRz8FrKvzTM/TsMV_0I-loI/AAAAAAAAB6o/zrGrVeQiWus/s220/IMG_6038.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184640545580458678.post-3401347009620176572</id><published>2012-02-11T23:21:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-12T00:28:35.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why don't you stand up and start being a man about it?</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--BEGIN HYPE WIDGET--&gt;&lt;script src="http://ajax.googleapis.com/ajax/libs/jquery/1.4.2/jquery.min.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script src="http://lookbook.nu/look/widget/3049241.js?include=all&amp;amp;size=medium&amp;amp;style=button&amp;amp;align=center"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="hype_container_3049241"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!--END HYPE WIDGET--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--BEGIN HYPE WIDGET--&gt;&lt;script src="http://ajax.googleapis.com/ajax/libs/jquery/1.4.2/jquery.min.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script src="http://lookbook.nu/look/widget/3014887.js?include=all&amp;amp;size=medium&amp;amp;style=button&amp;amp;align=center"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="hype_container_3014887"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!--END HYPE WIDGET--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a boring Saturday. Tomorrow, I believe, would be better. Or so I hope. I shall blog again then? Now it's time for me to dig into my freshly cut apples &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many unaccomplished taskes, homework to catch up, issues to settle, emotions to manage. Hmm. I hope I don't crumble under this pressure. These few days is probably just a difficult phase. Yes it is and the wave would tide over soon. I just have to make sure I don't suffocate! Thanks Kelvin for the stress-relieving evening. We discussed a bit about poly/JC and well I think my mind's less... Cloudy now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh right. The link to all my crappy short paragraphs etc: &lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://bitterbubblegums.blogspot.com/search/label/crap%20drabbles"&gt; it's so terrible i can't believe i wrote them&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. Some are terrible. Or maybe all of em. I really need to start on a reading rampage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall blog again tomorrow. Till then, xo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;post-edit: To ziman: See TMShun must tell me one leh!! And I watch anime also must say me one leh!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184640545580458678-3401347009620176572?l=bitterbubblegums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184640545580458678/posts/default/3401347009620176572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184640545580458678/posts/default/3401347009620176572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbubblegums.blogspot.com/2012/02/i-never-wanted-to-say-this-but-why-dont.html' title='Why don&apos;t you stand up and start being a man about it?'/><author><name>m i r a b e l l e.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15666589275044687447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MRz8FrKvzTM/TsMV_0I-loI/AAAAAAAAB6o/zrGrVeQiWus/s220/IMG_6038.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184640545580458678.post-6340151861473532207</id><published>2012-02-10T22:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T23:34:16.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hope it would make you notice someone like me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 510px; height: 382px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/395927_2592296886309_1221268436_32159226_419706710_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staring at the empty places left unfilled, thoughts a jumble. Plastic smiles around, it wasn't worth the time. Picking at those brittle nails, throat dry, lips a thin straight line. Eyes shadowed with the blanket that hides the truth, festering lies upon it. Inhale the stale air, choke at the promises, be amused by empty vows. An arched eyebrow, echo the laughter. There's no better make-up than this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184640545580458678-6340151861473532207?l=bitterbubblegums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184640545580458678/posts/default/6340151861473532207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184640545580458678/posts/default/6340151861473532207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbubblegums.blogspot.com/2012/02/i-hope-it-would-make-you-notice-someone.html' title='I hope it would make you notice someone like me.'/><author><name>m i r a b e l l e.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15666589275044687447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MRz8FrKvzTM/TsMV_0I-loI/AAAAAAAAB6o/zrGrVeQiWus/s220/IMG_6038.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184640545580458678.post-3382526713061136035</id><published>2012-02-06T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T22:37:09.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Should I just keep chasing pavements even if it goes nowhere?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 511px; height: 383px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/425124_2635440124863_1221268436_32174885_1880802057_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the day before totally stress-free. No touching of homework, no limitations on what food I should or should I not indulge in, no worries regarding this or that and no feelings of any form of obligation to do things I don't want to (heheh I shall not reveal what). In short, I threw everything to the back of my mind and simply enjoyed the day with Joleen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. The only thing I really got stressed over, freaked out and went into depression for is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What to wear. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 253px; height: 336px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/395293_2635436724778_1221268436_32174882_456544764_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 254px; height: 336px;" src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/408957_2635441604900_1221268436_32174886_365861494_n.jpg" alt="" class="fbPhotoImage" id="fbPhotoImage" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 510px; height: 382px;" src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/430542_2635304441471_1221268436_32174682_1449802224_n.jpg" alt="" class="fbPhotoImage" id="fbPhotoImage" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 511px; height: 383px;" src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/426391_2635307921558_1221268436_32174685_1891387530_n.jpg" alt="" class="fbPhotoImage" id="fbPhotoImage" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 510px; height: 382px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/395710_2635316121763_1221268436_32174694_1909678702_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 510px; height: 382px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/430224_2635312921683_1221268436_32174692_1436358647_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really love Joleen for the photo taken above!! &amp;lt;33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joleen wore the maxi dress she bought with me sometime back, while I wore... top from Cotton On, tribal tube (which I wore as skirt hurhur), m)phosis belt and my dear dear T-maryjane wedges!!&lt;br /&gt;It seems like all livejournals are selling them now, and many girls seem to own them. I'm a little disappointed it's so common which obviously makes it less unique but I'm still glad I have my own pair. I bet I sound like some materialistic bimbo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 510px; height: 382px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/431650_2635323321943_1221268436_32174701_591413403_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 512px; height: 384px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/418349_2635328562074_1221268436_32174707_1920190543_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 510px; height: 382px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/395332_2635333882207_1221268436_32174712_1913470610_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 510px; height: 382px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/427121_2635342562424_1221268436_32174723_443564793_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 510px; height: 382px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/427095_2635332762179_1221268436_32174711_1560891487_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 510px; height: 382px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/401483_2635331722153_233311574_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 511px; height: 383px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/407850_2635336602275_1221268436_32174716_142259347_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So where do you think we went? ;)&lt;br /&gt;It's a really nice place, heritage culture and all. I bought this embroidered rose table cloth for my grandmother LOL because it just reminds me of her. There's this... Homie feeling that washes over me each time I see rose patterns on bedsheets or cloth etc which I only feel when I think of my grandmother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether you're a tourist or Singaporean, you should totally visit this place. I simply adore the prints and fabrics sold there!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 508px; height: 381px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/420076_2635343602450_1221268436_32174724_229631862_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 511px; height: 383px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/422683_2635346922533_1221268436_32174729_664602887_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 511px; height: 383px;" src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/430153_2635352162664_1221268436_32174735_551594323_n.jpg" alt="" class="fbPhotoImage" id="fbPhotoImage" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 515px; height: 386px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/418918_2635354322718_1221268436_32174736_1974174604_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joleen got her air brush tattoo which she has been wanting in like forever LOL. The last time she wanted to get one was... Last June @ a flea with Me and Syafiqah. But she didn't because she comtemplated too long over monetary issues. Looks like air brush tattoo has found her? ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got myself the Henna which I have always been intrigued by. I love the art form. Have always been drawing these type of flower patterns on my notebooks which is well, evident in my custom-made english literature journal cover.&lt;br /&gt;The Indian lady is a pro though, she did it in less than 5 minutes and it's a really pretty design she came up with on the spot with no reference whatsoever. $8 put to good use? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 512px; height: 384px;" src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/407442_2635369163089_1563908573_n.jpg" alt="" class="fbPhotoImage" id="fbPhotoImage" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 510px; height: 382px;" src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/418597_2635370123113_1221268436_32174756_922647956_n.jpg" alt="" class="fbPhotoImage" id="fbPhotoImage" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 258px; height: 344px;" src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/429395_2635373443196_1221268436_32174761_423117870_n.jpg" alt="" class="fbPhotoImage" id="fbPhotoImage" /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 257px; height: 343px;" src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/419405_2635372203165_1221268436_32174759_1378221958_n.jpg" alt="" class="fbPhotoImage" id="fbPhotoImage" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 511px; height: 383px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/422645_2635375803255_1221268436_32174764_1952040307_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 510px; height: 382px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/430658_2635376363269_1221268436_32174765_1637079000_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 511px; height: 383px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/424759_2635381283392_1221268436_32174779_1878374669_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 510px; height: 382px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/424837_2635383803455_1221268436_32174786_1954172474_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 510px; height: 382px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/425494_2635384523473_1221268436_32174789_931353469_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coconut and Dim Sum for tea!&lt;br /&gt;I have never really been a fan of dimsum actually. The only reason we went to Ta Pok (name of restuarant) was because the both of intially wanted to try their century egg porridge. But we had a change of tastebuds. Is there such an English term? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damage done @ Ta Pok: $8.20 + $1 + $1.50&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know where did the extra $2.50 come from besides our food?? The stupid peanut appetiser they gave. And those stupid wet wipes -_-&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to scrimp and save here... Plus I'm not really willing to splurge on food. But the food was not bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 511px; height: 383px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/416836_2635396243766_1221268436_32174828_1301760759_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 512px; height: 384px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/399812_2635397603800_1221268436_32174831_1233178416_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 512px; height: 384px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/409459_2635398963834_1221268436_32174838_2051948073_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 511px; height: 383px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/407350_2635407964059_1221268436_32174848_1992926864_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got persuaded by Joleen to enter The Loft.&lt;br /&gt;I also gave in to temptation to try their brownie with ice-cream. We wanted to try their waffles intially but apparently their waffle-making machine broke down LOL. The brownie was really mmmmmm nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I be proud to say that I forsaked my dinner for the dimsum and brownie I ate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 509px; height: 382px;" src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/402152_2635413164189_1221268436_32174855_147205082_n.jpg" alt="" class="fbPhotoImage" id="fbPhotoImage" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 510px; height: 382px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/409217_2635433484697_1221268436_32174878_792921620_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 260px; height: 346px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/423315_2635449765104_1221268436_32174896_1187494116_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 259px; height: 345px;" src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/426217_2635446325018_1221268436_32174892_536816923_n.jpg" alt="" class="fbPhotoImage" id="fbPhotoImage" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 511px; height: 383px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/418826_2635464805480_1221268436_32174911_991006139_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 512px; height: 384px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/428080_2635456445271_1221268436_32174903_1807589779_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;^Prints like my skirt? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 510px; height: 382px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/431428_2635375163239_1221268436_32174763_521729611_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 512px; height: 384px;" src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/393802_2635470685627_1221268436_32174917_499269365_n.jpg" alt="" class="fbPhotoImage" id="fbPhotoImage" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 510px; height: 382px;" src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/425406_2635475685752_1221268436_32174923_2143662186_n.jpg" alt="" class="fbPhotoImage" id="fbPhotoImage" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We didn't head home too late, but we spent a really, really long time trying to find the bustop that brings us back home. When we finally found that bustop which was located like 1032456783 kilometres away from where we were, ITS CURRENTLY NOT IN OPERATION BECAUSE OF SOME STUPID CNY CELEBRATION = BLOCKED ROADS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Capitalised words is simply not enough to express my frustration then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it wasn't that bad, just reviewing the photos we took and forgetting about how much time we've wasted finding a bustop without any buses in operation. It cooled me down successfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 511px; height: 383px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/400007_2635403643951_1221268436_32174843_972405868_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my Sunday for you folks. Hope you enjoyed your weekend too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184640545580458678-3382526713061136035?l=bitterbubblegums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184640545580458678/posts/default/3382526713061136035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184640545580458678/posts/default/3382526713061136035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbubblegums.blogspot.com/2012/02/should-i-just-keep-chasing-pavements.html' title='Should I just keep chasing pavements even if it goes nowhere?'/><author><name>m i r a b e l l e.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15666589275044687447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MRz8FrKvzTM/TsMV_0I-loI/AAAAAAAAB6o/zrGrVeQiWus/s220/IMG_6038.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184640545580458678.post-6548714145063826341</id><published>2012-02-05T11:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-05T12:32:53.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'd wake up at the crack of dawn, hoping you'd actually care.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday:&lt;br /&gt;SS supplementary @ 8AM &amp;gt; breakfast @KTP with Ziman and Zhiyi &amp;gt; Slept like a pig @ homesweethome &amp;gt; Jogged @ dim litted tracks &amp;gt; Night "swim" with Ziman @ Woodsvale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 576px; height: 383px;" src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/422883_184439914996859_100002925559620_317195_616209106_n.jpg" alt="" class="fbPhotoImage" id="fbPhotoImage" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 575px; height: 382px;" src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/395459_184440638330120_100002925559620_317202_1856875939_n.jpg" alt="" class="fbPhotoImage" id="fbPhotoImage" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 575px; height: 382px;" src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/422007_184440954996755_100002925559620_317205_1354981839_n.jpg" alt="" class="fbPhotoImage" id="fbPhotoImage" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^Sushi LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 576px; height: 383px;" src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/402326_184441458330038_100002925559620_317211_1121045173_n.jpg" alt="" class="fbPhotoImage" id="fbPhotoImage" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eh we do serious face."&lt;br /&gt;"Okay. With those like 'happy' actions?"&lt;br /&gt;"Ya okay."&lt;br /&gt;*both does peace sign as shutter clicks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 576px; height: 383px;" src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/417876_184441924996658_100002925559620_317217_643294212_n.jpg" alt="" class="fbPhotoImage" id="fbPhotoImage" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 575px; height: 382px;" src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/431368_184441994996651_100002925559620_317218_45263659_n.jpg" alt="" class="fbPhotoImage" id="fbPhotoImage" /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 576px; height: 383px;" src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/425016_184442071663310_100002925559620_317219_771870367_n.jpg" alt="" class="fbPhotoImage" id="fbPhotoImage" /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;   &lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 575px; height: 382px;" src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/419465_184442188329965_100002925559620_317220_270347960_n.jpg" alt="" class="fbPhotoImage" id="fbPhotoImage" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;     &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;In the second photo, you can see that Ziman is trying to subdue her urge to break out laughing. But we failed anyway resulting in a picture set of distorted faces.&lt;br /&gt;My god why my face so unglam..... LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 576px; height: 383px;" src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/419886_184442651663252_100002925559620_317225_180579334_n.jpg" alt="" class="fbPhotoImage" id="fbPhotoImage" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#acting emo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 576px; height: 383px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/428669_184443324996518_100002925559620_317231_626233378_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 576px; height: 383px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/421762_184443654996485_100002925559620_317235_626115769_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 578px; height: 384px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/419336_184445781662939_100002925559620_317262_401042659_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 578px; height: 384px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/421331_184445861662931_100002925559620_317263_478093640_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^These photos scared the shit out of us intially. It seems as though our souls or entire being were sucked away. *shivers*&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I'm constantly turning my head back to see if there's anything behind as I type this right now LOL. I mean, just look. We're faceless LOL. And it's not like we purposely changed the settings for such effects. It just... Happened. Accidentally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 576px; height: 383px;" src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/431718_184446071662910_100002925559620_317266_918525630_n.jpg" alt="" class="fbPhotoImage" id="fbPhotoImage" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 576px; height: 383px;" src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/421291_184446208329563_100002925559620_317268_2065617747_n.jpg" alt="" class="fbPhotoImage" id="fbPhotoImage" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 578px; height: 384px;" src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/408093_184446341662883_100002925559620_317269_1734704728_n.jpg" alt="" class="fbPhotoImage" id="fbPhotoImage" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 576px; height: 383px;" src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/403600_184446421662875_100002925559620_317270_303134198_n.jpg" alt="" class="fbPhotoImage" id="fbPhotoImage" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The set of photos above also didn't fail to scare the shit out of us LOL. Just look at the last picture. As Ziman said, it looks so "detached" yknow??&lt;br /&gt;So yes we were being gays screaming and whacking/grabs each other arms and going "omg!!!!!" in super high-pitched tones. And then we'd start imagining all sorts of ridiculous supernatural stuff which really is, a funny joke. It's the "you have to be there" kinda joke LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 572px; height: 423px;" src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/425805_184446478329536_100002925559620_317271_1839512644_n.jpg" alt="" class="fbPhotoImage" id="fbPhotoImage" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 577px; height: 383px;" src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/402606_184447038329480_100002925559620_317278_420707124_n.jpg" alt="" class="fbPhotoImage" id="fbPhotoImage" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 576px; height: 383px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/395925_184447871662730_100002925559620_317287_1787858207_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 575px; height: 382px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/396278_184448951662622_100002925559620_317300_2104660915_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 576px; height: 383px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/409070_184449014995949_100002925559620_317301_654361968_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;That's all dudes! Actually there's much more going on but words just won't do last night justice yknow ;)&lt;br /&gt;So I finally spent these few days catching up with my really manly best friend @ eleventh-november.bs. I shall not divulge my inner most feelings because I'm cool like that but, it's been heartwarming ❤ LOLOL gay moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. Time to dress up and meet Joleen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184640545580458678-6548714145063826341?l=bitterbubblegums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184640545580458678/posts/default/6548714145063826341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184640545580458678/posts/default/6548714145063826341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbubblegums.blogspot.com/2012/02/id-wake-up-at-crack-of-dawn-hoping-youd.html' title='I&apos;d wake up at the crack of dawn, hoping you&apos;d actually care.'/><author><name>m i r a b e l l e.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15666589275044687447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MRz8FrKvzTM/TsMV_0I-loI/AAAAAAAAB6o/zrGrVeQiWus/s220/IMG_6038.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184640545580458678.post-223488456181841408</id><published>2012-02-03T16:53:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T17:57:14.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And you never said that you meant to save someone, somebody just like me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="mediaContainer" class="mediaContainer" style="padding: 0px 0px"&gt;                             &lt;div id="imgEnv-fullSizedImage" class="imgEnv"&gt; &lt;img class="media" id="fullSizedImage" src="http://i448.photobucket.com/albums/qq208/xb3ll3x/uniform.jpg" alt="" style="width: 360px; height: 540px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You swallow your pride as you're left behind, counting stars to name your lies. You let the rain push you away, and now you're drowning in the waves."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... I left this space to collect dust for a while since I've been busy with school the whole week. It's been a relatively tiring week for me. I did almost all of my homework on time and paid attention in class. Okay maybe I didn't really pay attention. I was dozing off during Physics lesson today and Tan Thiam Soon had to troll me while I was like sub-conscious...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No really. He knows what is "troll" after he had his firsthand experience from 4F LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a great week. Bus-ed home with Zhiyi today and caught up with a fair bit of my friends whom I haven't been spending much time with lately e.g: sec4 female epeeists (ziman fithri jessica litong) and Kelvin. As usual the female epeeists were awesome company (y) we always have so much things to say, many interests in common. Looking forward to next week with the girls! Dinner and jogging with Kelvin on wednesday which makes me really want to stab myself for 1) eating and 2) running so slow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*delivers intermittent blows to own heart*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway as I mentioned above, I've been completing all of my homework in hopes that I'd have a homework-free weekend, or at least hardly any homework, so that I can head out. BUUTTTTTT, nobody seems to have time to "head out" unless it's for studying. What is this..... Don't mugger leh you all LOL. Sigh nvm shall be #foreveralone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--BEGIN HYPE WIDGET--&gt;&lt;script src="http://ajax.googleapis.com/ajax/libs/jquery/1.4.2/jquery.min.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script src="http://lookbook.nu/look/widget/3001705.js?include=all&amp;amp;size=medium&amp;amp;style=button&amp;amp;align=center"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="hype_container_3001705"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!--END HYPE WIDGET--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            &lt;/div&gt;                         &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184640545580458678-223488456181841408?l=bitterbubblegums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184640545580458678/posts/default/223488456181841408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184640545580458678/posts/default/223488456181841408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbubblegums.blogspot.com/2012/02/and-you-never-said-that-you-meant-to.html' title='And you never said that you meant to save someone, somebody just like me.'/><author><name>m i r a b e l l e.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15666589275044687447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MRz8FrKvzTM/TsMV_0I-loI/AAAAAAAAB6o/zrGrVeQiWus/s220/IMG_6038.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184640545580458678.post-8782485825265139525</id><published>2012-01-29T23:00:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T23:45:13.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You need to know, you have all of my heart. And that's all that matters.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 511px; height: 383px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/418854_2592268845608_1221268436_32159188_641986673_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a study session today with Joleen &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Germanotta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Asher! In conclusion, it was a really fruitful study session though I spent like 10bucks &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lolol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I had an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;onigiri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for lunch before we went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;starbucks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to get my iced latte. The library had no vacant tables so we studied at Starbucks instead. Joleen was tempted by the red velvet cupcakes she ate with Irene the other time so she got that for herself. Red velvet..... I really love red velvet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. But no I got &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;biscotti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; instead :) So there goes my 10 bucks. On food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 507px; height: 380px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/397904_2592226084539_1221268436_32159123_316529494_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 511px; height: 383px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/432111_2592234004737_1221268436_32159134_2069049907_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 511px; height: 383px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/424547_2592226924560_1221268436_32159124_1097458083_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Working at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Dimbulah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (a cafe I used to work at) has affected me in many ways. I also learnt the existence of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;biscotti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; through working there, as well as my love for iced lattes. I like my latte without vanilla and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;liiiiiittle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; sugar.&lt;br /&gt;You know, if you ask me about the difference between &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Cappucino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; or Latte or Espresso or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Doppi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; or Long Black or Flat White, I can tell you all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Okay maybe not all but most. And I just worked there for like... a month? Probably only 15 days. But those days were great, good memories. Especially because of a particular someone to keep me company when the hours are long and tiring ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 512px; height: 384px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/423295_2592235524775_1221268436_32159138_1947234830_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While doing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Emath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, I had to go google and research "Formula for volume of sphere" and "Area of circle" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;LOLOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Guess I can't live without google.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 511px; height: 382px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/408890_2592250125140_1221268436_32159159_1797653812_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 508px; height: 380px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/421791_2592258765356_1221268436_32159173_479827680_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^Lit essay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see only photos of me here because I was too busy being studious to even touch the camera.&lt;br /&gt;So... I completed my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;overdued&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 14.5 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Amaths&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; exercise and completed 15.2. No longer lagging behind! What about you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Ziman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;?? I introduce to you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Amaths&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; tutor for a reason okay... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Amaths&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; tuition really works wonders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave up halfway with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Emaths&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Completed SS template. And finished my 7 literature essay questions! Phew. The 7 essays killed me man my god. "What are your feelings towards the main characters in the two different texts of the same theme? Do your feelings differ because of the difference in perspective? Which character do you feel more for? Can you say why?" Like, "Nothing. No. No. And no." Can?! And it's only considered as 1 question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did it anyway. I hope I get good grades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 510px; height: 382px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/402612_2592293206217_1221268436_32159222_1212148451_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 257px; height: 342px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/420094_2592267005562_1221268436_32159186_2113304276_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 256px; height: 341px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/419567_2592265845533_1221268436_32159183_117509314_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;^It's a lazy casual day so Cotton on fits my mood! ^^ Cotton on shirt, cotton on shorts, everlast shoes. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 511px; height: 383px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/400512_2592293526225_1221268436_32159223_1768447248_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 512px; height: 383px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/421118_2592284045988_1221268436_32159209_690108336_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway this girl waited for close to an hour for me to complete my SS and Lit. Thank you!!&lt;br /&gt;She did all of her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;hw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and even did some revision. So what can you infer from this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mirabelle is a good study partner. This is evident in how Joleen completes her homework when she studies with her instead of wasting her time chit chatting away like most friends would. By completing her homework, it goes to show that she must have had a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;condusive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; environment for them to concentrate on their work. In this case, Joleen was studying at Starbucks with Mirabelle so we can conclude that Starbucks and Mirabelle has provided a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;condusive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; environment for Joleen to study in. Since Mirabelle provided a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;condusive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; environment, which means no noise and distractions, she is a good study partner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;HAHAA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;omg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; sorry I'm so lame. Took me... 4-5 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;mintues&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to come up with that. I think I really, really, became a mugger. But then again, my explanation probably sucked cause my SS has never really been great :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 511px; height: 383px;" src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/402131_2592295926285_1221268436_32159225_947561071_n.jpg" alt="" class="fbPhotoImage" id="fbPhotoImage" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's a long enough post for today. There's school tomorrow sigh. I guess I'll finish up my Chinese &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;hw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; before crashing. You know Chinese teachers &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;nowdays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; have it hard?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do your part and complete your Chinese homework too. You have your O level Chinese paper on the 28&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; May 2012.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184640545580458678-8782485825265139525?l=bitterbubblegums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184640545580458678/posts/default/8782485825265139525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184640545580458678/posts/default/8782485825265139525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbubblegums.blogspot.com/2012/01/you-need-to-know-you-have-all-of-my.html' title='You need to know, you have all of my heart. And that&apos;s all that matters.'/><author><name>m i r a b e l l e.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15666589275044687447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MRz8FrKvzTM/TsMV_0I-loI/AAAAAAAAB6o/zrGrVeQiWus/s220/IMG_6038.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184640545580458678.post-2260274530620968685</id><published>2012-01-28T23:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T00:33:49.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing changes, no one takes your place. And it gets harder everyday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 510px; height: 382px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/421669_2586579343374_1221268436_32156797_1421068414_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 269px; height: 333px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/401114_2586584863512_1221268436_32156802_1105539327_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 251px; height: 334px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/424062_2586583423476_1221268436_32156801_2070812872_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out with Joleen yesterday, today and will be out with her again tomorrow for some homework session!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway we spent today going to Oakham Market, going to a flea market and lastly, shopping at H&amp;amp;M and Forever 21. But I didn't buy much. It's not because I don't have cash in hand, but because nothing caught my eye -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 511px; height: 383px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/401391_2586628304598_1221268436_32156849_416522741_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 512px; height: 384px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/418810_2586636024791_1221268436_32156856_1311635720_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 512px; height: 384px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/394087_2586632584705_1221268436_32156853_1116300166_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;^Was soooooooooo tempted to try the rainbow cake/red velvet cake here with Joleen!! Price was about 7bucks which means $3.50 after we spilt costs. It's just so pretty!!! But we didn't. Because I resisted the urge for the sake of my healthy diet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 358px; height: 477px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/422508_2586629424626_1221268436_32156850_1661088252_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 511px; height: 383px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/421271_2586637384825_1221268436_32156857_1427107718_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 511px; height: 383px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/399859_2586647825086_1221268436_32156865_480756958_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;^@Ziman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First stop: Oakham market!&lt;br /&gt;It's our... 2nd time there. The first was the last of 2011, 31st december. I remembered purchasing this pink skater dress the last time and well, since I've already worn it, I'm considering letting it go. $17 bucks, anyone int? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good thing about Oakham market is that everything (well almost everything except those with blue tags) is only $16.95!! Where to get such cheap loots?! The location is kinda inconvenient but you get to see a lot of other stores/cafe along the way so it's worth a try :) A great place to take photos too haha. Buuuuut, I would say that the clothes at Oakham is more towards vintage so, if you don't like vintage then, you might not find anything you fancy there. Oh and they have awesome music!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol I just did free advertisement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 511px; height: 383px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/425488_2586656985315_1221268436_32156874_617134331_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 510px; height: 382px;" src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/395880_2586660585405_1221268436_32156878_2066094803_n.jpg" alt="" class="fbPhotoImage" id="fbPhotoImage" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second stop: FORFLEASAKE's flea @ Scape!&lt;br /&gt;I wonder when was the last time I went to a flea market lol. It's been quite long I guess. Though me and Joleen walked rounds and rounds, nothing caught our eyes. I actually saw this velvet dress but... Nvm. The truth is too disappointing to be mentioned here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as I love to shop, I'm the type to jump at bargains LOL. Obviously la. Who don't want to save money when they can?? But of course at times there's still a need to spend more. I guess I'm brand conscious afterall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 360px; height: 479px;" src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/395717_2586674945764_1221268436_32156900_559706521_n.jpg" alt="" class="fbPhotoImage" id="fbPhotoImage" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^That's my ugly elbow scar from rollerblading for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 508px; height: 381px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/420219_2586679945889_1221268436_32156906_1547840495_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 510px; height: 382px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/403855_2586692866212_1221268436_32156920_2090080487_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 508px; height: 381px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/417098_2586678065842_1221268436_32156904_1293687513_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^Joleen's bangle from Hokkaido buried with other gold bangles from F21.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third stop: H&amp;amp;M and Forever 21.&lt;br /&gt;Well, we were at Somerset so these two places are just along the way. Joleen, being my BC, discouraged me from purchasing this leopard print B from H&amp;amp;M. Sigh. ): But nevermind, next time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent most of our time going crazy at the accessories section while at F21.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 510px; height: 382px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/423449_2586694626256_1221268436_32156922_18900572_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed home afterthat, but not before stopping for sinful ice-cream from Trattoria. It's really really sinful I'm telling you my god why did I not resist.&lt;br /&gt;One scoop of italian gelato ice-cream for $4, but they are not stingy with their servings hehe :D Had Pistachio as our flavour. According to Joleen pistachio is a kind of nut. It was &amp;lt;3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 511px; height: 383px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/401408_2586615944289_1221268436_32156837_1921586970_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 511px; height: 383px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/418547_2586614024241_1221268436_32156835_838709302_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for my day. Well, that is if you don't include two jokers "sending me home" from the bus interchange. Still, it's a great day because I got my preloved cosmic cardigan with me &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Anyway the themes for this year's grad night are:&lt;br /&gt;Retro, masquerade, shanghai night (wtf??!) and hollywood.&lt;br /&gt;I voted for Retro LOL. But I guess chances are Masquerade would win most votes. If it does, I should start preordering my mask from tumblr LOLOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184640545580458678-2260274530620968685?l=bitterbubblegums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184640545580458678/posts/default/2260274530620968685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184640545580458678/posts/default/2260274530620968685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbubblegums.blogspot.com/2012/01/nothing-changes-no-one-takes-your-place.html' title='Nothing changes, no one takes your place. And it gets harder everyday.'/><author><name>m i r a b e l l e.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15666589275044687447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MRz8FrKvzTM/TsMV_0I-loI/AAAAAAAAB6o/zrGrVeQiWus/s220/IMG_6038.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184640545580458678.post-5862915475386730898</id><published>2012-01-26T22:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T23:32:54.794+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't seem to trust anything now.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 510px; height: 382px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/407769_2573186408559_1221268436_32152673_1461591630_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I really really really absolutely DETEST my laptop lagging on me, even if it is just for a few short seconds because I'm impatient like that. K that's just a random bit cause my laptop is really being a bitch and I guess that's because I fed it too much cookies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really a short school week this week. It's already friday tomorrow like YEAH. My attention span for lessons these few days is much shorter than usual. I keep falling asleep during Amath and physics -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 511px; height: 383px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/421662_2573184048500_1221268436_32152669_1724667801_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 513px; height: 384px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/421344_2573186008549_1221268436_32152672_612208642_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 512px; height: 384px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/404548_2573189208629_1221268436_32152677_1333555514_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back to using my old compact digital camera, Casio's Exilim. It feels so small and slim compared to my Canon G10 lol. And needless to say the quality is not as good but... It shall do for picture taking in school while we are all still in our lame uniforms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sudden urge to start taking pictures in school?&lt;br /&gt;I realised I haven't been taking much pictures of "Life in School" since... Sec2? LOL. It's always photos of outings/trips in other outfits but never the school uniform. When I looked through my documents, I happen to chance upon the album of yknow, lower sec days and it reminded me of how much I used to take photos with some friends in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E.g:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 462px; height: 347px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/6415_1098979514308_1221268436_30285930_3000629_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 465px; height: 371px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v4317/121/94/1221268436/n1221268436_30200556_392893.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 465px; height: 348px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2753/121/94/1221268436/n1221268436_30159947_5831713.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(YeeWah don't kill me. LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 464px; height: 347px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2753/121/94/1221268436/n1221268436_30159949_2371016.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Like. Ha. Ha. Ha. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Those noob days as the youngest (sec1) in school you just wanna throw away and bury deep under the soil and hope it never resurfaces even if tectonic plates shift and starts reshaping the Earth. Hey I'm not a geog student but I remember something out of my lower sec days. *pats self on back*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOOOOO yes it will be memories created once again. I hope. I wish.&lt;br /&gt;I'm still good friends with YeeWah from sec1 till now. Even though we're in seperate classes seperate CCAs and all. I never really thought much about it till I looked at the photos. Like, we've come a long way? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well actually it applies to almost all of my closer friends from my ex class, 1f'o9/2f'10. Surprisingly we all girls and guys still eat during our recess breaks together, though seperate tables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 255px; height: 340px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/419209_2573192408709_1221268436_32152682_2139534527_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 511px; height: 383px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/422699_2573194968773_1221268436_32152686_1835055990_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 511px; height: 383px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/427085_2573195928797_1221268436_32152689_1918476365_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 511px; height: 383px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/421059_2573197608839_1221268436_32152691_79234313_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 511px; height: 383px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/400521_2573205769043_1221268436_32152704_2048790390_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 508px; height: 381px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/431277_2573208569113_1221268436_32152709_133891452_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's how I spent the rest of my day.&lt;br /&gt;And you know, looking at the sunset in the picture above, it really washes a wave of nostalgia over me. Sunsets never fail to make me sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL OKAY STUPID EMO COMMENT GOODNIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184640545580458678-5862915475386730898?l=bitterbubblegums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184640545580458678/posts/default/5862915475386730898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184640545580458678/posts/default/5862915475386730898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbubblegums.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-cant-seem-to-trust-anything-now.html' title='I can&apos;t seem to trust anything now.'/><author><name>m i r a b e l l e.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15666589275044687447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MRz8FrKvzTM/TsMV_0I-loI/AAAAAAAAB6o/zrGrVeQiWus/s220/IMG_6038.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184640545580458678.post-3021902669690361786</id><published>2012-01-24T21:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T22:20:14.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hoped you'd see my face, and that you'd be reminded that for me, it isn't over.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="mediaContainer" class="mediaContainer" style="padding: 0px 0px"&gt;                             &lt;div id="imgEnv-fullSizedImage" class="imgEnv"&gt; &lt;img class="media" id="fullSizedImage" src="http://i448.photobucket.com/albums/qq208/xb3ll3x/IMG_9198.jpg" alt="" style="width: 510px; height: 382px;" /&gt;                               &lt;/div&gt;                         &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how's your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;cny&lt;/span&gt; guys? Got sick of fattening snacks and your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;angbaos&lt;/span&gt; yet?&lt;br /&gt;Ever since I fell victim to agonising cramps this afternoon, I got pretty restless and irritable the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;CNY&lt;/span&gt; mood just dissipated from my very soul. Wait, can mood be dissipated? LOL. Damn I really need to start improving my English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compared to the previous years, I'm almost ignorant about the amount of angbaos I receive. The past few years, me and my sister would bring along a pen to jot down which relative gave which angbao so that when they gave something like two pathetic $2 notes, we'd bitch about them together LOL jk. We where got so mean bitch. But the jotting down of names part is true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="mediaContainer" class="mediaContainer" style="padding: 0px 0px"&gt;                             &lt;div id="imgEnv-fullSizedImage" class="imgEnv"&gt; &lt;img class="media" id="fullSizedImage" src="http://i448.photobucket.com/albums/qq208/xb3ll3x/IMG_9190.jpg" alt="" style="width: 508px; height: 381px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="mediaContainer" class="mediaContainer" style="padding: 0px 0px"&gt;                             &lt;div id="imgEnv-fullSizedImage" class="imgEnv"&gt;                                &lt;/div&gt;                         &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="mediaContainer" class="mediaContainer" style="padding: 0px 0px"&gt;                             &lt;div id="imgEnv-fullSizedImage" class="imgEnv"&gt; &lt;img class="media" id="fullSizedImage" src="http://i448.photobucket.com/albums/qq208/xb3ll3x/IMG_9203.jpg" alt="" style="width: 510px; height: 382px;" /&gt;                               &lt;/div&gt;                         &lt;/div&gt; (No photos with my two "handsome" male cousins aged 15 and 18 becuz I only saw them once in these 2 days and I forgot to take a picture with them. QQ. Next time.)&lt;br /&gt;                             &lt;/div&gt;                         &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year I didn't even bother counting the angbaos I received. Actually, till now, I still haven't counted how much I collected. As little money as I have/need, I think I just might give my mum and dad and the money ._. As in not give them to save the money into my bank but give them so as to recover their "loses"? I don't know. My newfound Amaths tuition just effortlessly dug a hole through my dad's pocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="mediaContainer" class="mediaContainer" style="padding: 0px 0px"&gt;                             &lt;div id="imgEnv-fullSizedImage" class="imgEnv"&gt; &lt;img class="media" id="fullSizedImage" src="http://i448.photobucket.com/albums/qq208/xb3ll3x/IMG_9192.jpg" alt="" style="width: 510px; height: 382px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="mediaContainer" class="mediaContainer" style="padding: 0px 0px"&gt;                             &lt;div id="imgEnv-fullSizedImage" class="imgEnv"&gt; &lt;img class="media" id="fullSizedImage" src="http://i448.photobucket.com/albums/qq208/xb3ll3x/IMG_9202.jpg" alt="" style="width: 511px; height: 383px;" /&gt;                               &lt;/div&gt;                         &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                         &lt;/div&gt;But anyway I spent most of my time at numerous unknown relatives' houses playing my cousin's ipad2 LOL. I mean, sometimes I don't even know by what name should I address those people who are somewhat somehow related to me by blood because I have never seen them except for like, every CNY? Not close how asscociate??&lt;br /&gt;Aside from the ipad we'd play some card game by the name of Spy and Imperial. IT'S THE BEST GAME EVER SERIOUSLY. We played for 5 hours straight once LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andddddd I ate almost zero CNY goodies this year. Feeling so accomplished ^^ Not an easy feat okay. The Ferrero Rocher on my dining table is like, calling me to eat them everytime LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yknow the best part of CNY to me is still the dressing up!! Gah my god I love die the 2 dresses I wore!! Plus accessories!! Both of the dresses are actually bought with Joleen. The one I wore on the first day, the long sleeved toga, was also bought by Joleen. So we both have the same dress. Sadly we didn't get to take a photo of us wearing it together since we didn't meet up and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--BEGIN HYPE WIDGET--&gt;&lt;script src="http://ajax.googleapis.com/ajax/libs/jquery/1.4.2/jquery.min.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script src="http://lookbook.nu/look/widget/2966545.js?include=all&amp;amp;size=medium&amp;amp;style=button&amp;amp;align=center"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="hype_container_2966545"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!--END HYPE WIDGET--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1: Golden dove necklace (Accessorize), Multiple braids floral bracelet (Forever 21), Chocolate &amp;amp; Red lockette bag, Strappy heels, Brown thin patent belt (Forever 21), Long sleeved toga in RUST (Forever 21).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="mediaContainer" class="mediaContainer" style="padding: 0px 0px"&gt;                             &lt;div id="imgEnv-fullSizedImage" class="imgEnv"&gt; &lt;img class="media" id="fullSizedImage" src="http://i448.photobucket.com/albums/qq208/xb3ll3x/IMG_9223.jpg" alt="" style="width: 309px; height: 411px;" /&gt;                               &lt;/div&gt;                         &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2: Bejeweled necklace, Assorted bracelets, Wedges, Mid sheer maxi (Cotton On), Brown thin patent belt (Forever 21), Crochet bucket bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photographer: Megan Koh, my sister. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Hehehehehehehehehehehehehe money well spent indeed. I actually saw a lot of pretty earrings from Diva but I don't have any piercings... Maybe I should get my ears pierced :/ Or not. The thought of it sends shivers down my spine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="mediaContainer" class="mediaContainer" style="padding: 0px 0px"&gt;                             &lt;div id="imgEnv-fullSizedImage" class="imgEnv"&gt; &lt;img class="media" id="fullSizedImage" src="http://i448.photobucket.com/albums/qq208/xb3ll3x/IMG_9225.jpg" alt="" style="width: 343px; height: 455px;" /&gt;                               &lt;/div&gt;                         &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I watch 2 movies today with my family. One is supposedly on 12 midnight which is about 21 hours ago and another is somewhere in the afternoon at 3PM. We caught We Not Naughty by Jack Neo and Journey 2.&lt;br /&gt;I think We Not Naughty is really a great film considering the fact that it's a Singaporean film. It attacks several current issues by many teens and families. The only thing that was, not that good was how fake some computered scenes turned out. But still worth your money, you should watch it ^^ I cried, quite a fair bit? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Journey 2 is just, Journey 2 lor. Your typical adventure action film where everyone is always so lucky to survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="mediaContainer" class="mediaContainer" style="padding: 0px 0px"&gt;                             &lt;div id="imgEnv-fullSizedImage" class="imgEnv"&gt; &lt;img class="media" id="fullSizedImage" src="http://i448.photobucket.com/albums/qq208/xb3ll3x/IMG_9212.jpg" alt="" style="width: 321px; height: 426px;" /&gt;                               &lt;/div&gt;                         &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally a long update from me huh? I'm actually surprised I manged to type out this fair bit when I originally had no idea what to blog about. Hurhur. And I know alot of photos all only got my boring face. Shall have more... Variety in future posts? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Now the CNY break is over, it's time to start on my homework. Sian. No mood for school tomorrow at all. But on the bright side school this week is only 3 days!! Cannot wait for it to just fly by.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184640545580458678-3021902669690361786?l=bitterbubblegums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184640545580458678/posts/default/3021902669690361786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184640545580458678/posts/default/3021902669690361786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbubblegums.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-hope-that-when-you.html' title='I hoped you&apos;d see my face, and that you&apos;d be reminded that for me, it isn&apos;t over.'/><author><name>m i r a b e l l e.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15666589275044687447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MRz8FrKvzTM/TsMV_0I-loI/AAAAAAAAB6o/zrGrVeQiWus/s220/IMG_6038.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184640545580458678.post-3982292971576340108</id><published>2012-01-22T23:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T00:42:43.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The flowers are beginning to wilt away and so is my patience.</title><content type='html'>Random facts about my materialistic thoughts LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 I really dislike polka dots and all along I've kept to the "no polka dots" rule whenever I go shopping. Even if the dress/skirt/shorts is irresistably cute, I just kept telling myself "no". But it seems like I'm starting to break that rule. I just wore a polka dot (kinda) dress today. It makes me wonder why I even came up with that rule in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2 I think nothing beats vintage clothing. Especially those with really ancient buttons and patterns in duller shades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3 I have a thing for skirts. Be it highwaist, asymmetrical, bandage, pleated, whatever. I feel the need to have at least one of every type. Which I don't, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4 BAGS ARE MORE IMPORTANT THAN SHOES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5 I'm not really a brand conscious person. Okay maybe I am. But I would never ever buy something just because of it's brand. It must first and foremost appeal to me. I think it's kinda obvious from how I'd usually purchase from livejournals. But of course I still feel the need to own a couple of branded stuff here and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#6 I really like online shopping. There's just this kick about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just some random thoughts I thought I'd blog about. Anyway do visit &lt;a href="http://lookbook.nu/syaffyy"&gt;Syafiqah's lookbook&lt;/a&gt;. Yes I'm helping her promote LOL. Gonna start uploading some dresses up to my selling album on facebook. Do take a look at it and purchase from me! I need some moneh even thought it's like, first day of CNY tmr LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184640545580458678-3982292971576340108?l=bitterbubblegums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184640545580458678/posts/default/3982292971576340108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184640545580458678/posts/default/3982292971576340108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbubblegums.blogspot.com/2012/01/flowers-are-beginning-to-wilt-away-and.html' title='The flowers are beginning to wilt away and so is my patience.'/><author><name>m i r a b e l l e.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15666589275044687447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MRz8FrKvzTM/TsMV_0I-loI/AAAAAAAAB6o/zrGrVeQiWus/s220/IMG_6038.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184640545580458678.post-5258480585966111724</id><published>2012-01-20T22:42:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T23:14:06.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Was it my luck or misfortune to have crossed paths with you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--BEGIN HYPE WIDGET--&gt;&lt;script src="http://ajax.googleapis.com/ajax/libs/jquery/1.4.2/jquery.min.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script src="http://lookbook.nu/look/widget/2950877.js?include=all&amp;amp;size=medium&amp;amp;style=button&amp;amp;align=center"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="hype_container_2950877"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!--END HYPE WIDGET--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a noob on Lookbook :) Do hype my looks!! Well, that is if you like them LOL.&lt;br /&gt;I actully got to know Lookbook because of Syafiqah.&lt;br /&gt;You know you should own a lookbook account when 1) you like to dress up and 2) you like to take photos. I may not have dslr-like photos (well whaddya expect I don't have a dslr) as compared to the other famous lookbookers but who cares LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, a brief update on what your dear blogger has been up to. Wednesday was CNY shopping with Ziman. Hahah yes shopping with her can you believe it? This girl would not even bother to shop it if weren't for CNY. But I got my T-maryjane wedges/creepers so I'm happy ^^&lt;br /&gt;Thursday had fencing training and today, had some CNY concert which towards the end I was violated by Syafiqah. Went to stadium with Yeewah and Joleen afterwards and finally shopping again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya la I forever shopping one right. K can. The next time I start selling apparels from my closet, PLEASE BUY FROM ME SO I HAVE MONEY TO BUY OTHER CLOTHES. Fund me kkkk. Oh and Richard if you are reading this you still owe me a dress ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184640545580458678-5258480585966111724?l=bitterbubblegums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184640545580458678/posts/default/5258480585966111724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184640545580458678/posts/default/5258480585966111724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbubblegums.blogspot.com/2012/01/was-it-my-luck-or-misfortune-to-have.html' title='Was it my luck or misfortune to have crossed paths with you?'/><author><name>m i r a b e l l e.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15666589275044687447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MRz8FrKvzTM/TsMV_0I-loI/AAAAAAAAB6o/zrGrVeQiWus/s220/IMG_6038.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184640545580458678.post-5876499720897111102</id><published>2012-01-16T22:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T22:44:38.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That one moment where everything was left forgotten.</title><content type='html'>After completing some of my homework, I took a short break browsing through lookbook, tumblr and facebook. Came across several videos on youtbe which, well, I think is damn hilarious. You should check this guy's channel out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Ocvmn1dSqfg" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/QZ7NG3SLZT0" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As mentioned by the youtuber, videos meant no offence to anyone :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister and dad were staring at me as if I was crazy lolol.&lt;br /&gt;Well. Nothing beats a good laugh after completing your homework. I'm actually really motivated to study now. Hmm. Hope this determination lasts till the Os are over man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184640545580458678-5876499720897111102?l=bitterbubblegums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184640545580458678/posts/default/5876499720897111102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184640545580458678/posts/default/5876499720897111102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbubblegums.blogspot.com/2012/01/that-one-moment-where-everything-was.html' title='That one moment where everything was left forgotten.'/><author><name>m i r a b e l l e.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15666589275044687447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MRz8FrKvzTM/TsMV_0I-loI/AAAAAAAAB6o/zrGrVeQiWus/s220/IMG_6038.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Ocvmn1dSqfg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184640545580458678.post-6962260014129566264</id><published>2012-01-14T23:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T00:56:48.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe all she wants is a little more of you and a little less of him.</title><content type='html'>It's 2347 and I just had my bath after returning from my grandma's place. *yawns* I'm feeling both physically and mentally drained having woke up at an ungodly hour like 6 friggin AM on a damned saturday. And for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CNY deco. Hahahaha. Cool or what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 532px; height: 355px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/390595_170217199752464_100002925559620_284143_2011806754_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 531px; height: 397px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/400273_2504881260973_1221268436_32128785_82591472_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Ziman Zhiyi me and Miss Serena were present. We started on the deco like, on friday? LOL. The number of classmates who actually helped in this decoration thing comes down to a single digit. I'm actually surprised us deco reps (ziman litong me) were able to complete at least one side of the wall on friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 511px; height: 383px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/403066_2504876540855_1221268436_32128775_1956539188_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 514px; height: 342px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/401063_170226829751501_100002925559620_284211_783570174_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 519px; height: 389px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/398030_2504883581031_1221268436_32128791_1080044807_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I spent a lot of effort, and so did the few who helped out. I wonder if we'll win. I mean, we have (or maybe it's just me) a stack of homework waiting to be done but we spent our time on this and even went to school at 6AM in the morning just for it. It prove how much we want this, right?&lt;br /&gt;But actually, almost every Sec4 class came back today to do CNY deco somewhere late morning. Scary. Guess the last year in doing this and that really motivates people to some extent.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and the reason we decided on painting something like a mural was because the idea of draping those angbaos was starting to get stale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 512px; height: 384px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/382755_2504877900889_1221268436_32128778_878910682_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 512px; height: 384px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/400208_2504882821012_1221268436_32128789_2021759856_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 515px; height: 343px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/378096_170222063085311_100002925559620_284185_598494099_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 343px; height: 514px;" src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/409532_170257029748481_100002925559620_284271_725254974_n.jpg" alt="" class="fbPhotoImage" id="fbPhotoImage" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 503px; height: 334px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/378834_170218579752326_100002925559620_284155_304392345_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 503px; height: 335px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/388760_170256009748583_100002925559620_284263_1522019936_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cherry blossom tree and bamboo. &amp;lt;3 My loves. LOL. The bamboo made me so depressed for a moment because I just could not get it right this morning.The strokes of the leaves were impossible man. Paintbrush cannot. Finger cannot. I gave up and used tissue. It worked out fine surprisingly LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and Ziman's manly chinese with blue-angmoh-eyes dragon! LOL. My best friend has some newfound artistic talent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sense of accomplishment that washed over me was really inexplicable. Looking at our paint-coated fingers, it just makes you feel like you're a professional artist working on a masterpiece LOL. And when you look at the painting before you, you'll be like "did I really drew/painted that?" For a 5 person team (painting), I would say we were pretty impressive! We make a great painting team :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 509px; height: 338px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/400564_170223073085210_100002925559620_284193_1587692185_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; (the first side)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 508px; height: 338px;" src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/406245_170222949751889_100002925559620_284192_167909177_n.jpg" alt="" class="fbPhotoImage" id="fbPhotoImage" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; (second side)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway big thanks to Miss Serena for actually coming down to give us her support when she could probably be going out with her boyfriend LOL. And the breakfast too! I promise to put in my all for Bio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: -moz-zoom-in; width: 508px; height: 338px;" alt="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/388509_170260336414817_100002925559620_284295_1415459560_n.jpg" src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/388509_170260336414817_100002925559620_284295_1415459560_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG SO HAPPY WHEN WE FINISHED I TELL YOU!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all left about noon cause the school closes around that time. I went home, took a shower, and left to meet Trisha for NAFA's open house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 515px; height: 386px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/374309_2504887301124_1221268436_32128798_149084611_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 510px; height: 382px;" src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/377480_2504889981191_1221268436_32128805_877260644_n.jpg" alt="" class="fbPhotoImage" id="fbPhotoImage" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 243px; height: 499px;" src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/409192_2504897141370_1221268436_32128815_1130837830_n.jpg" alt="" class="fbPhotoImage" id="fbPhotoImage" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 249px; height: 332px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/404235_2504901501479_1221268436_32128823_1655832146_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 249px; height: 332px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/402563_2504905741585_1221268436_32128827_796121302_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm considering NAFA but I highly doubt I'd pass their admission tests. Sigh. Why don't I have more of my mum's artisitic genes? If she graduated from NAFA then why can't I too?? ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway it's been a really long day and I'm gonna complete at least a couple more of Yulan's compo before I crash. 28 may 28 may 28 may. She chants it so often like a mantra it's like I already marked it as an event on the calender stored in my brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 482px; height: 331px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/395227_2504898341400_1221268436_32128817_485855178_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, something random. On friday the thirteen of january, a yellow (blonde LOL) bird flew into 4F classroom and spent almost the entire english period flying into the ceiling and trying to figure a route out. Haha so cute right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184640545580458678-6962260014129566264?l=bitterbubblegums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184640545580458678/posts/default/6962260014129566264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184640545580458678/posts/default/6962260014129566264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbubblegums.blogspot.com/2012/01/maybe-all-she-wants-is-little-more-of.html' title='Maybe all she wants is a little more of you and a little less of him.'/><author><name>m i r a b e l l e.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15666589275044687447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MRz8FrKvzTM/TsMV_0I-loI/AAAAAAAAB6o/zrGrVeQiWus/s220/IMG_6038.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184640545580458678.post-1486240002483982357</id><published>2012-01-12T22:36:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T23:05:29.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deep down I'm barely breathing but all you see is a smile.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 250px; height: 332px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/385939_324061064283577_100000390571423_1075510_817107811_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This woman is krazeh cause she bought like... Actually I don't remember what she bought besides a hat and a pair of shoes. Oh and some tops. While I, on the otherhand, bought only a bag D: The pair of wedges I wanted didn't have my size....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, we went shopping on a school day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I love to dress up so... I will be playing dressing up with Syafiqah this Sunday? HEHE. K so maybe some people might think that we have nothing better to do than to change into 1032896582 different outfits and start snapping away with our cameras. But whatever I'M HAPPY AND THAT'S ALL THAT MATTERS. Sunday sunday sunday!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not really in the right state of mind right now. Excuse my sudden outbursts. Gosh I'm hungry but I really don't want to eat at this hour...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184640545580458678-1486240002483982357?l=bitterbubblegums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184640545580458678/posts/default/1486240002483982357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184640545580458678/posts/default/1486240002483982357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbubblegums.blogspot.com/2012/01/you-can-continue-to-count-stars-to-name.html' title='Deep down I&apos;m barely breathing but all you see is a smile.'/><author><name>m i r a b e l l e.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15666589275044687447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MRz8FrKvzTM/TsMV_0I-loI/AAAAAAAAB6o/zrGrVeQiWus/s220/IMG_6038.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184640545580458678.post-638436153036054167</id><published>2012-01-11T23:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T00:09:05.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You have made it harder just to go on.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 338px; height: 253px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/383791_2488286686119_1221268436_32122873_384825537_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I could follow you to the beginning just to relieve the start. And maybe then we'll remember to slow down at all of our favourite parts."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A short update since I'm waiting for my hair to dry before I go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet you readers must be losing faith in me, since I'm inconsistent in my blogging. What can I say? Sec4 life is really packed with every shit possible - fencing, studies, friends, homework and other school related activities. Even if I do have the extra time, I probably spent it away on shopping LOL. But it's okay, I blog mostly to keep a record of the lame things that I did or my train of thoughts so that I can laugh at myself when I re-read them 5 years down the road. Looking at my P6 posts makes me feel so retarded. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 274px; height: 364px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/406308_2486877770897_1221268436_32122618_273178564_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway fencing physical training today. Still, I prefer physical training to free fencing. It was nice catching up with Joleen. It's been so long since I last talked to her or seen her. Probably since school started?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhm.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, is it just me or is there something fun about using a lousy phone camera to take low quality photos when you usually use a digital camera? Cause I find joy in taking pictures with my new phone now ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184640545580458678-638436153036054167?l=bitterbubblegums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184640545580458678/posts/default/638436153036054167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184640545580458678/posts/default/638436153036054167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbubblegums.blogspot.com/2012/01/you-have-made-it-harder-just-to-go-on.html' title='You have made it harder just to go on.'/><author><name>m i r a b e l l e.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15666589275044687447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MRz8FrKvzTM/TsMV_0I-loI/AAAAAAAAB6o/zrGrVeQiWus/s220/IMG_6038.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184640545580458678.post-8577833382117023385</id><published>2012-01-08T18:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T19:40:54.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why can't you stay just long enough to explain?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 511px; height: 383px;" src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/405242_2470569683205_1221268436_32117132_873627456_n.jpg" alt="" class="fbPhotoImage" id="fbPhotoImage" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You made yourself a bed at the bottom of the blackest hole. And convinced yourself that it's not the reason you don't see the sun anymore."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh the weather is terrible today. Even though it's raining and it's supposedly less humid, why does it still feel so warm? -_-&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I spent yesterday @ CCHY's CCA carnival and going to Singapore/Ngee Ann poly's open house. The group of us were supposed to go to Temasek poly too but due to time constraints, we didn't. Shall go there next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dress code with Fithri: Vintage dress!! &amp;lt;3 But we both wore red cardi as well lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 511px; height: 383px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/408603_2470570643229_1221268436_32117135_1628001177_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 512px; height: 384px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/387535_2470573483300_1221268436_32117140_285445321_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 264px; height: 350px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/378139_2470577363397_1221268436_32117148_1600934679_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 263px; height: 351px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/386329_2470573003288_1221268436_32117139_1450105485_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time take picture with Kelvin must ask him bend down already la. If not I just look dwarfed beside him lol. Thank you Junjie for automatically bending LOL. If not ah, wa, my height really CMI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the CCA Carnival, I went with Fithri. Sigh. I can't believe this will be my last CCA carnival. And as always, I still like NCC's pds performance. Especially their music choice.&lt;br /&gt;Spent most of our time there at our fencing booth which was located at the canteen's round table. Our booth had only the 3 different weapons and attire. No medal no nothing but we still had quite a crowd! Haha not bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;From the first 2 days of disCCHY, I got to know some Sec1 guys from 1E and it seems like they'll be joining fencing. Had fun psychoing them with Fithri. Even tried promoting SC/PSL LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 291px; height: 387px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/401116_2470578483425_1221268436_32117150_2138988096_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^This year's S1OC best camper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 511px; height: 383px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/383669_2470580283470_1221268436_32117154_696697421_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left for a sinful lunch afterwards at KFC with Abu Boo and Eric Yap. Irsyad, Jessica and Xin da came later and off we went for our first stop: SP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guys were like uncles man LOL. "Eh collect freebies!!" Before I left CCA carnival, Kelvin was asking me to get free thumbdrive or something for him from SP. But we did collect the goodie bags anyway and went around the school, taking quite a fair bit of booklets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 512px; height: 384px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/379839_2470582803533_1221268436_32117160_58634237_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 510px; height: 382px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/400783_2470583963562_1221268436_32117162_1545761878_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 511px; height: 383px;" src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/391888_2470584923586_1221268436_32117163_1793158267_n.jpg" alt="" class="fbPhotoImage" id="fbPhotoImage" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bused to NP afterwards. We spent a longer time in NP than SP and I'm really interested in several of their courses. Damn I really don't know what I want. MassCom, Creativing writing, Arts and business, business and social entreprise or tourism and resort management etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nvm. Shall just aim for JC. I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 511px; height: 383px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/384420_2470585723606_1221268436_32117166_1263187950_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 385px; height: 513px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/384568_2470594803833_1221268436_32117185_336349880_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 512px; height: 384px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/390671_2470595443849_1221268436_32117186_114841235_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time we left NP, it was 4plus and too late to rush over to TP. ):&lt;br /&gt;Ended up lepaking at Clementi mall, just like the guys wanted. It was an awesome lepak session. Laughed over a lot of lame jokes etc. K I shall not elaborate on how we lepak because my words will not do the session any justice LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway Trisha just came over to my place to pass me some items so I shall just end this post here. Shall blog again sometime soon when I've got the time and energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184640545580458678-8577833382117023385?l=bitterbubblegums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184640545580458678/posts/default/8577833382117023385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184640545580458678/posts/default/8577833382117023385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbubblegums.blogspot.com/2012/01/why-cant-you-stay-just-long-enough-to.html' title='Why can&apos;t you stay just long enough to explain?'/><author><name>m i r a b e l l e.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15666589275044687447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MRz8FrKvzTM/TsMV_0I-loI/AAAAAAAAB6o/zrGrVeQiWus/s220/IMG_6038.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184640545580458678.post-5286077372072717139</id><published>2012-01-08T01:40:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T01:57:44.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If only you cared enough to be here, guide me through this mess, stop the heartache.</title><content type='html'>I'm posting from my phone so it's just going to be a short update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to SP and then NP open house today with Fithri, Jessica, Eric, Irsyad, Yonghui and Xin da (?). Let's say that after I have seen quite a few courses im really interested in going. I'm almost convinced to go to poly. But upon reaching home, I had a super long chat with my dad regarding the aspects of my choices and all that. Never felt so lost before man lol. I don't even know why im trying to make up my mind so fast now but, im the kind of person that needs to feel like im in control of things or else I'll just feel... Screwed up down inside out. But funny how im like panicking when i haven't even taken my Os. AND WHY IS THE WHOLE WORLD MUGGING ALREADY?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway, I think I'll go JC afterall. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;Shall update my blog again tmr about the while of today. Now it's time for me to catch some sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184640545580458678-5286077372072717139?l=bitterbubblegums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184640545580458678/posts/default/5286077372072717139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184640545580458678/posts/default/5286077372072717139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbubblegums.blogspot.com/2012/01/if-only-you-cared-enough-to-be-here.html' title='If only you cared enough to be here, guide me through this mess, stop the heartache.'/><author><name>m i r a b e l l e.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15666589275044687447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MRz8FrKvzTM/TsMV_0I-loI/AAAAAAAAB6o/zrGrVeQiWus/s220/IMG_6038.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184640545580458678.post-7790935364985355423</id><published>2012-01-06T17:48:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T19:19:04.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I remember you, that feeling, those words, even though you've forgotten all of me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="width: 268px; height: 200px;" src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/261339_1646702386242_1797390733_1050979_1113782_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 266px; height: 200px;" src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/253053_1762246575570_1221268436_31600785_5006139_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi folks. It has been a few days since I last blogged. Well. There hasn't been much time or mood or pictures for me to blog. I tried blogging with my phone but without the Blogger app Joleen has, it really is a pain.&lt;div&gt;But now that I do have the spare time and the mood (though no pictures lol I'm using old pixxiez) I shall update this dusty space. *swipes at cobwebs*&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) How's your first day at school? LOL lame topic to start. Well mine sucked because the morning I woke up to greeted me with a bad hair day and hives breaking out on my legs. Cool or what. And not to mention the night before when many seniors were... Trying to suan us. Because they don't have school. Thanks ah LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/262991_10150260005294906_829844905_7358443_1738678_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 268px; height: 399px;" src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/251014_224388907589723_100000558463696_903778_3282842_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Racial harmony day @ CCHY, 2011 with sec4 female epee fencers.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Kite flying @ Marina barage, 2011 with fencers.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) I got a new phone. Like yay LOL. Out is the old fashioned SE and in is the Nokia something something. I have no idea what model it is and am too lazy to find out. My dad got it for me since it's 2 years already and there's some renewal thingy. I told him to get any phone, $0 one also can since the only purpose my phone serves me is to text and save some messages. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But he paid $68 anyway and got me this new phone :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 269px; height: 200px;" src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/225426_1727338582892_1221268436_31554611_4376091_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 267px; height: 200px;" src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/228257_10150192160604684_638649683_6798222_1446870_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Goodbye MYE @ Ikea, 2011 with some PSLs.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;PSL investiture @ CCHY, 2011 with some sec4 PSLs.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="width: 269px; height: 201px;" src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/247197_2088692694056_1147371420_2601293_4437020_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 270px; height: 201px;" src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/247474_2088710894511_1147371420_2601371_1603699_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Class chalet @ Biggin Hill road, 2011 with 1f'o9/2f'1o.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 271px; height: 152px;" src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/252987_1573999688720_1797390733_989020_1091855_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 272px; height: 152px;" src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/217509_1500189563513_1797390733_890030_4307625_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Fencing camp @ Vivocity, 2011 with fencers.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Interschool fencing competition @ Clementi sports hall, 2011 with fencers.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) I went NYP's open house yesterday. The whole thing was okay la. I only liked the cheerleaders' and modern dancers' performance. And the lame games we can play to get free Fanta or coupons LOL. Going to visit Ngee Ann, Singapore and Temasek poly tomorrow with some of the sec4 fencers. Hmm. Poly or JC??? I'm still in a dilemma. Or maybe I should try NAFA?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) There's height and weight for the next PE lesson. *freaks out* I hate height and weight. Better lose some pounds by then lolol. Gonna spam jogging everyday man. Till tuesday LOL. Speaking of which, I went for fencing training today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 399px; height: 224px;" src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/247123_1574064890350_1797390733_989364_5892612_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Fencing camp @ CCHY classroom (girls dorm), 2011 with fencers.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) Going to CCA carnival tomorrow with Fithri and probably Jessica! I. Cannot. Decide. On. What. To. Wear. Damn. The fact that school has started should totally throw me into a noob phrase but.. It didn't. Instead I think I'm aching to go out more now. Oh and I'll probably be going for a "photoshoot" with Syafiqah again this Sunday! Hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6) It's 2012 but on every one of my assignments so far, I kept writing 2011 for my dates. And I wrote "3F" instead of "4F" as my class all the time -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So those 6 points pretty much summarises what's up with me. The pictures in this post are just extras LOL. I mean, I like to reminiscence a lot so yeah, it explains the pictures. I'm even surprised I remember every single event etc and it made me realise how much my life actually revolves around PSL, fencing, and my ex-classmates. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/271160_1640702476248_1797390733_1043508_600645_n.jpg" style="width: 398px; height: 222px; " /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Emcees for Youth day @ CCHY, 2011 with Fengting.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's not a bad thing. I actually enjoy my duties as a PSL a lot and though fencing can be a pain in the ass sometimes and I might not so faithful to it, there are fun times. And I just love my ex-classmates. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;K why am I crapping so much here -_- A wordy/lengthy post to make up for the few days I have not blogged? It actually feels good to pen down everything I've done lately. Like, at least it feels like I haven't wasted a day away. Hurhur. Now that I'm done, it's time to do Amaths like the good girl I am! ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOL I'm actually serious when I said I'm going to do Amaths. Sigh. Things 2012 and being a sec4 does to you. I still feel like a sec3 though. Honestly. The only thing that reminds me I'm a sec4 is the fact that I have to climb up to the fourth floor every time.&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/8184640545580458678-7790935364985355423?l=bitterbubblegums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184640545580458678/posts/default/7790935364985355423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184640545580458678/posts/default/7790935364985355423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbubblegums.blogspot.com/2012/01/blog-post.html' title='I remember you, that feeling, those words, even though you&apos;ve forgotten all of me.'/><author><name>m i r a b e l l e.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15666589275044687447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MRz8FrKvzTM/TsMV_0I-loI/AAAAAAAAB6o/zrGrVeQiWus/s220/IMG_6038.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184640545580458678.post-3663256140541653713</id><published>2012-01-02T23:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T23:40:30.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish you'd tell me the truth, end it quickly, painlessly.</title><content type='html'>I spent the last of my holidays at WWW with Jessica, Ziman, Zhiyi and Kenny today! It was a decision made during our last fencing training hmm. Met in the morning at about 9AM (supposedly 8.45AM but I was late...) and off we went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="mediaContainer" class="mediaContainer" style="padding: 0px 0px"&gt;                             &lt;div id="imgEnv-fullSizedImage" class="imgEnv"&gt; &lt;img class="media" id="fullSizedImage" src="http://i448.photobucket.com/albums/qq208/xb3ll3x/IMG_8993.jpg" alt="" style="width: 511px; height: 383px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^Your favourite girls with their sunburnt faces ^^&lt;br /&gt;                           &lt;/div&gt;                         &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we swam. And lazed around the lazy pool. And played the v slide :D The first round I went was with Ziman and I was the only one who screamed. Second round was with Jessica and we screamed but it went something like "I love Chung Cheahhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!" Epic moment man LOL. And lastly Zhiyi, who played with me just so he can see my spastic face and deesiao me the next time, just like he always does with the sec3 bintan camp flying fox incident...&lt;br /&gt;While we were still on the float and yet to be pushed down, I was telling him "eh i give poker face won't scream one" but halfway down I just could not take it anymore LOL. I mean, this type of thrill rides must scream then fun right!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to tsunami as well. I remember being helplessly tossed about with Ziman as wave after wave of salty chlorine water engulfed our bodies whole because we didn't bother to take floats to keep our heads up. We thought we could survive but... I guess not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="mediaContainer" class="mediaContainer" style="padding: 0px 0px"&gt;                             &lt;div id="imgEnv-fullSizedImage" class="imgEnv"&gt; &lt;img class="media" id="fullSizedImage" src="http://i448.photobucket.com/albums/qq208/xb3ll3x/IMG_8990.jpg" alt="" style="width: 512px; height: 384px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="height: 465px; width: 620px;" id="imgEnv-fullSizedImage" class="imgEnv"&gt;&lt;img style="visibility: visible; height: 384px; width: 512px;" id="fullSizedImage" class="media" alt="" src="http://i448.photobucket.com/albums/qq208/xb3ll3x/IMG_8997.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left at about 2plus for lunch at MadJack. When school reopens, I'm going to survive on canteen food everyday man. Been spending too much on food this holiday x.x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After lunch, we headed home! I spent the rest of my time completing my homework (or more like dozing off because I didn't complete shit) before leaving again around evening to catch Sherlock Holmes with Richard and Jasper. My best buddies eh LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. That's all. I can't believe this is the end of my holidays... I'm kinda excited for school, yet not really. I don't even have a new school bag... -_- K nvm time to sleep. Gotta wake up early tomorrow to have breakfast with YeeWah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184640545580458678-3663256140541653713?l=bitterbubblegums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184640545580458678/posts/default/3663256140541653713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184640545580458678/posts/default/3663256140541653713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbubblegums.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-wish-youd-tell-me-truth-end-it.html' title='I wish you&apos;d tell me the truth, end it quickly, painlessly.'/><author><name>m i r a b e l l e.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15666589275044687447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MRz8FrKvzTM/TsMV_0I-loI/AAAAAAAAB6o/zrGrVeQiWus/s220/IMG_6038.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184640545580458678.post-8688718032718251268</id><published>2011-12-31T23:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T00:42:16.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I thought that you'd be here by now, but I guess not.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 511px; height: 383px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/405927_2429108326697_1221268436_32093968_1614632649_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the night on 30th of December sleeping over at Trisha's place! It's my very first time sleeping over at her place. I was initially supposed to sleepover at Vivien's together with Joanne but because some things cropped up, plans were changed and tadah, I'm at the doorsteps of Trisha's home at 11pm, starbucks frappe mocha in hand.&lt;br /&gt;I think I might be a caffeine addict soon, just like Samuel said ._. On the morning of 30th, we had fencing training and I met Joleen earlier for breakfast. Spotted Samuel at mac so we had breakfast there together with him. Re Ea and HuanLin came later. I had mocha that morning too.&lt;br /&gt;Fencing training was... tedious. We did up to 240 situps? Well don't include slacking off LOL. I can't wait to get back in shape. Bye bye fats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 511px; height: 383px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/393713_2429159927987_1221268436_32094032_1949418464_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, after all the physical training, we're bound to suffer from more muscle aches. The night I spent at Trisha's completing that little bit of my tons of homework was painful. But anyway we slept and woke up in the morning and I left as Trisha had to go out with her family and I had plans with Joleen :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 511px; height: 383px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/409253_2429106846660_1221268436_32093966_1069848583_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's shopping!! Again. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Actually I realised the more I shop, the more picky I become and the less I tend to splurge or buy things on an impulse. In fact, today, I think I'm pretty good at subduing my urges to splurge. There were soooooo many dresses/tops/shorts that I wanted but I resisted. Heheheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe it's because I'm starting to realise money doesn't come easy and that I'm really penniless. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 288px; height: 383px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/384381_2429134407349_1221268436_32093995_2013888946_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 511px; height: 383px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/393846_2429138047440_1221268436_32093999_1846178812_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 256px; height: 341px;" src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/388499_2429136127392_1221268436_32093997_2071976374_n.jpg" alt="" class="fbPhotoImage" id="fbPhotoImage" /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 254px; height: 340px;" src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/409401_2429135407374_1221268436_32093996_1476923808_n.jpg" alt="" class="fbPhotoImage" id="fbPhotoImage" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 511px; height: 383px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/399891_2429156927912_1221268436_32094027_2062685228_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 511px; height: 383px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/400668_2429154807859_1221268436_32094024_2012984172_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 511px; height: 383px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/394223_2429151847785_1221268436_32094021_1766125152_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 296px; height: 395px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/404362_2429172728307_1221268436_32094046_292429241_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 511px; height: 383px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/393981_2429181888536_1221268436_32094057_309225041_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 512px; height: 384px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/397491_2429185008614_1221268436_32094061_911922387_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;But anyway, both me and Joleen went for PT yesterday so today, our muscles are well, aching. I remembered one part of training where we were like squatting and walking. "Confirm leg will muscle ache liao". It kills to try and sit down/get up from chairs and it kills us threefolds when we try to climb up/down the friggin' stairs. But we still shopped anyway!&lt;br /&gt;Remembering our faces twisted in agony each time we went down 3 steps makes me wanna laugh LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 511px; height: 383px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/397443_2429188848710_1221268436_32094067_695310240_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 511px; height: 383px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/390325_2429190568753_1221268436_32094070_699746610_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 308px; height: 410px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/390604_2429202249045_1221268436_32094086_1715714027_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 307px; height: 408px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/405005_2429199008964_1221268436_32094081_1682117680_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 511px; height: 383px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/395122_2429206329147_1221268436_32094094_2143183574_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Luv my heart shades and wallet!! &amp;lt;33 The wonders of a blogshop hurhur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stopped by for a drink halfway. :)&lt;br /&gt;Went to a cafe called Shots. It reminded me of Dimbulah, where I used to work lol. I was thinking of drinking some coffee but since I was sharing the beverage with Joleen, we both settled on Roseberry smoothie which was yummmmmmmz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we continued shopping again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 333px; height: 443px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/393274_2429225689631_1221268436_32094119_597583743_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 511px; height: 383px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/389965_2429219769483_1221268436_32094113_1945612031_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 325px; height: 433px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/379114_2429228809709_1221268436_32094124_347335916_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 508px; height: 381px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/405506_2429230929762_1221268436_32094127_84705228_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 511px; height: 383px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/381117_2429234369848_1221268436_32094130_721970179_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUUUUUT. Towards the ending where I was looking for a new bag for school, I was psychoed by this guy who was really pushing sales to me. I didn't particularly like the bag, but I didn't dislike it either. Call me stupid for accepting the pushed sale. I really regretted because well, I'm like a $50 note poorer after that. You know how poor that makes you feel?&lt;br /&gt;Once was a big blue fat note in your wallet which made you feel so rich. But the next minute you're left with green and purples and you instantly feel as poor as the dift on the streets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GRRRRRRRRR WHY!! -_- But nvm. I may not even use the bag lol. Let's see how my mood goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 511px; height: 383px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/391875_2429112726807_1221268436_32093973_161045927_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I'm supposed to meet Ziman and Joleen for newyear counting down @ Waterfront but... Let's just say I backed out. In just a few more minutes, it'll be 2012. Hahaha yay let's scream for joy and make a million wishes or some new year resolutions.&lt;br /&gt;Truth be told, I'm not looking forward to 2012 and it's not because I'm trying to be a pessimistic bitch. To me, now just doesn't feel like the last of 2011. And because it doesn't, I don't want to count down for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay my opinion doesn't matter I shall go be foreveralone and watch the fireworks on tv LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184640545580458678-8688718032718251268?l=bitterbubblegums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184640545580458678/posts/default/8688718032718251268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184640545580458678/posts/default/8688718032718251268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbubblegums.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-thought-that-youd-be-here-by-now-but.html' title='I thought that you&apos;d be here by now, but I guess not.'/><author><name>m i r a b e l l e.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15666589275044687447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MRz8FrKvzTM/TsMV_0I-loI/AAAAAAAAB6o/zrGrVeQiWus/s220/IMG_6038.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184640545580458678.post-6801256774075246105</id><published>2011-12-29T22:06:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T22:55:07.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You made me feel like I was the only one when I probably wasn't.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="visibility: visible; height: 253px; width: 338px;" id="fullSizedImage" class="media" alt="" src="http://i448.photobucket.com/albums/qq208/xb3ll3x/Picture0007-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div id="mediaContainer" class="mediaContainer" style="padding: 0px 0px"&gt;&lt;img style="visibility: visible; height: 254px; width: 339px;" id="fullSizedImage" class="media" alt="" src="http://i448.photobucket.com/albums/qq208/xb3ll3x/Picture0004-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am currently eating instant noodles and watching DOA on Channel 5 at the same time. I think this is the millionth time I'm watching it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent my day with my dad and sister over at malaysia. Ever since yesterday's compulsory fencing training, my body's been suffering muscle aches all over -_- Gone is my stamina and strength and well, everything. There's training tmr. Not looking forward to it at all.... Okay actually, I'm looking forward to the losing fats and gaining stamine part LOL. Somehow, the muscle aches feels kinda good. Hurhur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K I shall end this update here and watch my movie :)&lt;br /&gt;Oh and the top I'm wearing in the pic above, if interested, you can buy it &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.2091974338558.2104239.1221268436&amp;amp;type=1"&gt;&lt;u&gt;here&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. I'm letting it go! Hehe LOL advertisement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184640545580458678-6801256774075246105?l=bitterbubblegums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184640545580458678/posts/default/6801256774075246105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184640545580458678/posts/default/6801256774075246105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbubblegums.blogspot.com/2011/12/you-made-me-feel-like-i-was-only-one.html' title='You made me feel like I was the only one when I probably wasn&apos;t.'/><author><name>m i r a b e l l e.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15666589275044687447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MRz8FrKvzTM/TsMV_0I-loI/AAAAAAAAB6o/zrGrVeQiWus/s220/IMG_6038.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184640545580458678.post-1763098403577954904</id><published>2011-12-27T21:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T22:31:49.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks for telling me I'm beautiful.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 280px; height: 210px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/381255_2407451385287_1221268436_32083032_118877311_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 279px; height: 210px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/373831_2407449985252_1221268436_32083031_532169232_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEZZZZZ TRISHA IS BACK FROM BEING PARTED WITH ME FOR 10 DAYS. WELCOME BACK GIRL I MISSED YOU. She actually returned on the 25th. Yup, that's right, exactly on Christmas. She spent Christmas sleeping on the airplane LOL.&lt;br /&gt;It makes me happy, knowing that everyone that has gone overseas is finally back in Spore. Yay I'm no longer a lonely soul ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The motive for today's trip with Trisha was to hunt for some vintage items. Um. The weather was a realllllllll pain in the ass so we did not succeed 100% ): Grrrr I tell you we walked one whole freaking stretch of road that's at least 3km with blobs of water dripping onto our hair, screwing up our fringes to find a particular store ONLY TO WALK BACK WITH NOTHING.&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS THIS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 511px; height: 383px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/395584_2407443665094_1221268436_32083024_632146123_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 511px; height: 383px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/385135_2407442305060_1221268436_32083023_787096506_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 510px; height: 382px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/405324_2407444905125_1221268436_32083026_1228239034_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 510px; height: 382px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/406597_2407446785172_1221268436_32083027_1736709738_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The vintage/antique store above was da bomb. Well, techinically the things there can be considered junk but they're all so pretty! I think they had everything there; those old music recorders, typewriter, old cameras and even those display ships in a bottle. Too bad the things there aren't really cheap &amp;gt;.&amp;gt; I'm on a tight budget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 510px; height: 382px;" src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/388681_2407453465339_1221268436_32083036_1137256624_n.jpg" alt="" class="fbPhotoImage" id="fbPhotoImage" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 512px; height: 384px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/394381_2407462065554_1221268436_32083039_2077307895_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 258px; height: 195px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/381714_2407500546516_1221268436_32083056_1503432793_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 260px; height: 194px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/399839_2407500826523_1221268436_32083057_338373183_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 261px; height: 195px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/399558_2407501426538_1221268436_32083058_812096738_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 257px; height: 194px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/387722_2407502946576_1221268436_32083061_1166225906_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second picture was an attempt to make my eyes look bigger. Why my eyes sho small you tell me... -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 256px; height: 341px;" src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/392299_2407518386962_1221268436_32083088_681542237_n.jpg" alt="" class="fbPhotoImage" id="fbPhotoImage" /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 256px; height: 341px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/388545_2407514706870_1221268436_32083075_2118683484_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 511px; height: 383px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/381745_2407545467639_1221268436_32083124_478155519_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 511px; height: 383px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/383961_2407557267934_1221268436_32083138_114150622_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 257px; height: 342px;" src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/402063_2407516106905_1221268436_32083078_120907960_n.jpg" alt="" class="fbPhotoImage" id="fbPhotoImage" /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 256px; height: 341px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/398813_2407521427038_1221268436_32083094_836018733_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you could see, we spent the rest of our time taking jumpshots like siao. I love jumpshots muahahaha. Although I'm wearing a skirt today and wearing a skirt to take jumpshots is kind of... unfeminine, who cares LOL. I had fun trying different poses and kicking myself while jumping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 511px; height: 383px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/386627_2407548787722_1221268436_32083128_1543543646_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 511px; height: 383px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/395309_2407531067279_1221268436_32083103_940447490_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both of our faves! Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 511px; height: 383px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/407139_2407564668119_1221268436_32083153_247223720_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 511px; height: 383px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/403256_2407570028253_1221268436_32083167_662421487_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left at about 6pm since Trisha had piano lessons afterwards. Got ourselves a drink before we got on the bus. Mine's avocado, Trisha's pineapple.&lt;br /&gt;Ever since the day Ziman introduced to me avocado milk, I've been addicted to it LOL. It's a weird choice of juice, isn't it? But it's actually really nice. To me anyway. And according to Ziman's mum, it benefits the skin too ^^ Just what I need. You should drink avocado too. It's good for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW. TIME TO GO TO LOOBOOK/TUMBLR. KEKEKE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184640545580458678-1763098403577954904?l=bitterbubblegums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184640545580458678/posts/default/1763098403577954904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184640545580458678/posts/default/1763098403577954904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbubblegums.blogspot.com/2011/12/thanks-for-telling-me-im-beautiful.html' title='Thanks for telling me I&apos;m beautiful.'/><author><name>m i r a b e l l e.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15666589275044687447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MRz8FrKvzTM/TsMV_0I-loI/AAAAAAAAB6o/zrGrVeQiWus/s220/IMG_6038.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184640545580458678.post-7841235818063472934</id><published>2011-12-27T01:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T01:57:33.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When all you wanted, is to be wanted.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 512px; height: 383px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/399289_2890120129241_1147371420_3276116_1614187763_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 512px; height: 384px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/397046_2890123129316_1147371420_3276123_491371003_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A 1f'o9/2f'10 outing @ Mrs Chan place today to celebrate Christmas! Mrs Chan's babygirl is now 7 months old and knows how to drink milk from a bottle herself &amp;lt;: Sorry but I'm not very sure what's the baby's name... I only know it's Chinese. Phail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The group of us spent the afternoon there, had a gift exchange session as well! The present I brought along was a notebook and yellow geek specs. Haha sorry mirabelle has lousy taste in choosing presents but she refuses to be cliche and buy chocolates. Anyway, Priscilla got my present. Actually I'm quite thankful she did because I don't know who else would suit the spec better. I mean, just imagine the guys wearing it... It's hard LOL.&lt;br /&gt;In return I got Priscilla's present as well. We actually drew lots and it just so happens both of us traded. Got a mug which is quite cool and I like it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually the gift exchange quite fail ah. Hardly anyone prepared beforehand because when I texted them the night before asking "you buy present alr?", everyone replied me "no, tmr". Shows how last minute all my classmates are lolol and the best part is almost everyone of them bought their gifts from popular LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 510px; height: 382px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/397997_2890160930261_1147371420_3276233_878341685_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a bit of food and the SC left earlier. The rest stayed to watch The Smurfs LOLOL. Left @ about 6pm, headed to KFC for a short while before returning homeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 1:41AM now and I have to wake up at like, 9AM tomorrow. It's time I turn in. Nightos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184640545580458678-7841235818063472934?l=bitterbubblegums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184640545580458678/posts/default/7841235818063472934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184640545580458678/posts/default/7841235818063472934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbubblegums.blogspot.com/2011/12/when-all-you-wanted-is-to-be-wanted.html' title='When all you wanted, is to be wanted.'/><author><name>m i r a b e l l e.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15666589275044687447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MRz8FrKvzTM/TsMV_0I-loI/AAAAAAAAB6o/zrGrVeQiWus/s220/IMG_6038.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184640545580458678.post-1043119222723527788</id><published>2011-12-25T23:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T02:07:43.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pull me out from the gravel pilling upon me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="mediaContainer" class="mediaContainer" style="padding: 0px 0px"&gt;                             &lt;div id="imgEnv-fullSizedImage" class="imgEnv"&gt; &lt;img class="media" id="fullSizedImage" src="http://i448.photobucket.com/albums/qq208/xb3ll3x/IMG_8539.jpg" alt="" style="width: 489px; height: 291px;" /&gt;                               &lt;/div&gt;                         &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent my Christmas at Malaysia with my sister and dad. Gave my hair a little trim, shopped a little with my sister with my dad's moneh &amp;gt;:D Finally someone sponsored my expenses for the day. By evening, we returned to Singapore to pick my mum up from the shop. I finished reading a book I loaned from the library that's dued Jan 2nd while waiting for her. We were supposed to have a christmas dinner as a family but...&lt;br /&gt;You know it pisses me off how someone who used to say "family first"/lectures me each time I go out with my friends instead of my family is now nothing but a workaholic who throws her temper at everyone in the family each time something trival doesn't go her way. And it's not even our fault to begin with. It's been months and I thought maybe helping her with some of the workload would help but no, she had to brush me off AND get pissed. Well fine. And to think I was looking forward to dinner with my family only to have her say "I'm not hungry, I want to go home". Sure. Let's all go home and have jolly instant noodles with an egg because the rest of us were not starving or anticipating dinner, that's why we came so early to pick you up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish my family was as perfect as other people thought, or like in the family portraits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, this how I spend my fantastic christmas. Was I right for dreading it? -_- K shoo with the negativity. My sister and I ate popsicle for the first time (LOL I'm a first timer for a lot of things) from FrostBite @ Suntec. It's was really... frosty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="mediaContainer" class="mediaContainer" style="padding: 0px 0px"&gt;                             &lt;div id="imgEnv-fullSizedImage" class="imgEnv"&gt; &lt;img class="media" id="fullSizedImage" src="http://i448.photobucket.com/albums/qq208/xb3ll3x/IMG_8497.jpg" alt="" style="width: 509px; height: 382px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on a happier note I guess I'm getting closer to my sister now. Haha my god why am I becoming so lame like her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="mediaContainer" class="mediaContainer" style="padding: 0px 0px"&gt;                             &lt;div id="imgEnv-fullSizedImage" class="imgEnv"&gt; &lt;img class="media" id="fullSizedImage" src="http://i448.photobucket.com/albums/qq208/xb3ll3x/IMG_8580.jpg" alt="" style="width: 510px; height: 382px;" /&gt;                               &lt;/div&gt;                         &lt;/div&gt;                               &lt;/div&gt;                         &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184640545580458678-1043119222723527788?l=bitterbubblegums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184640545580458678/posts/default/1043119222723527788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184640545580458678/posts/default/1043119222723527788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbubblegums.blogspot.com/2011/12/pull-me-out-from-gravel-pilling-upon-me.html' title='Pull me out from the gravel pilling upon me.'/><author><name>m i r a b e l l e.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15666589275044687447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MRz8FrKvzTM/TsMV_0I-loI/AAAAAAAAB6o/zrGrVeQiWus/s220/IMG_6038.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184640545580458678.post-4043855823270327439</id><published>2011-12-24T23:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T01:35:01.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who would have known how bittersweet this would taste.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="visibility: visible; height: 261px; width: 487px;" id="fullSizedImage" class="media" alt="" src="http://i448.photobucket.com/albums/qq208/xb3ll3x/IMG_8483.jpg" /&gt;                        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was "eat tangyuan day" or something like that on the 22nd of december right? I never knew this day existed. When people were saying "aiya I shall just rot at home and eat tanyuan" 2 days back, I thought all of them just had the craving for it coincidently. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;I spent my christmas eve at my grandparents' place today and my grandma kindly explained about the lun yue and made some tangyuan for me. She was even saying "what kind of Chinese are you if you don't know this day?!" Hahah I'm eating it for the first time and 2 days late LOL.&lt;br /&gt;I guess I really am a failure in this type of knowledge. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="mediaContainer" class="mediaContainer" style="padding: 0px 0px"&gt;                             &lt;div id="imgEnv-fullSizedImage" class="imgEnv"&gt; &lt;img class="media" id="fullSizedImage" src="http://i448.photobucket.com/albums/qq208/xb3ll3x/IMG_8492.jpg" alt="" style="width: 508px; height: 382px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's with tau huey ^^ hehe I like tangyuan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Christmas in a few hours time. I wasn't looking forward to this year's Christmas and I guess, well, I'm kinda right for dreading it. Where's the love and magical feeling and presents and wishes do come true?? LOL I guess I read too many books or watched too many movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what this year's Christmas will be like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184640545580458678-4043855823270327439?l=bitterbubblegums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184640545580458678/posts/default/4043855823270327439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184640545580458678/posts/default/4043855823270327439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbubblegums.blogspot.com/2011/12/who-would-have-known-how-bittersweet.html' title='Who would have known how bittersweet this would taste.'/><author><name>m i r a b e l l e.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15666589275044687447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MRz8FrKvzTM/TsMV_0I-loI/AAAAAAAAB6o/zrGrVeQiWus/s220/IMG_6038.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184640545580458678.post-2013603252357696546</id><published>2011-12-23T22:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T00:32:48.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'>She's just waiting to see if you'll make an effort.</title><content type='html'>Hi folks! I returned from the yacht trip invited by my cheesy bbq meltz somewhere this early afternoon. I'm only blogging now because the moment I reached home, I crashed on my bed and slept for a good 7 hours. I've been deprived of sleep lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 511px; height: 383px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/408732_2387592568829_1221268436_32070639_354182180_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 511px; height: 383px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/399538_2387597928963_1221268436_32070649_1319040956_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 511px; height: 383px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/406668_2387603689107_1221268436_32070665_2095523231_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 299px; height: 399px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/393364_2387603049091_1221268436_32070662_1881837919_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 511px; height: 383px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/380109_2387607049191_1221268436_32070671_843520110_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 510px; height: 382px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/388171_2387612449326_1221268436_32070682_1504072213_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 511px; height: 383px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/403176_2387617049441_1221268436_32070692_256633924_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just looking at the photos kinda irritates me because I know my/my mum's Canon G10 is getting more cui by the minute. Every picture it takes now almost blurs -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Anyway, the yacht was awesome. Corisa, was it? We spent time eating, chatting, taking strolls and climbing about the yacht.&lt;br /&gt;The sandwiches and fruit tarts were awesome. I attempted to eat crabmeat for the first time in my life (hahaha yes first time can you believe it) with the help of Zhiyi breaking the shells. But let's just say... I don't like crabmeat. Yes I'm weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 510px; height: 382px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/378050_2387687451201_1221268436_32070738_460924995_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 511px; height: 383px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/385909_2387684331123_1221268436_32070733_1386143988_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 511px; height: 383px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/393855_2387670610780_1221268436_32070711_73621758_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 511px; height: 383px;" src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/408615_2387674450876_1221268436_32070720_487341832_n.jpg" alt="" class="fbPhotoImage" id="fbPhotoImage" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and my right eye was swollen on the first day. I looked terrible in photos so well, I didn't take much on day 1. Even if I did, it's either 1)I'm not looking at the camera or 2)my fringe covers my eyes LOL. #feelingcui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 511px; height: 339px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/395912_157660994341418_100002925559620_249947_822245468_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 512px; height: 340px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/379138_157661271008057_100002925559620_249952_1333115648_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 512px; height: 340px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/407345_157663997674451_100002925559620_249994_567921444_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 510px; height: 338px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/385873_157664144341103_100002925559620_249997_1019640589_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 511px; height: 339px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/405032_157664991007685_100002925559620_250013_679094652_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of us attempted to ton the night. But we didn't really make it LOL. By 4AM everyone was starting to doze off. But before that, we were mostly chatting on the deck and the upper deck with the cool breeze and cloudy night sky, snacking on crabs LOL. The atmosphere was just right for h2h talk yknow ^^&lt;br /&gt;In fact, I think I spent half my time just chatting. Mostly with Joleen. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 511px; height: 383px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/401313_2387776173419_1221268436_32070850_2107165398_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At about 5AM, I went to the deck with Zhiyi and Joleen because we wanted to watch the sunrise together. Around that time it was torture to try and keep my eyes open. I brought along a pillow and a towel that serves as my blanket to the deck with them. I wounded up falling asleep there and when I woke up the next morning at 7AM, I was the only lone soul at the deck LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 509px; height: 338px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/394113_157667367674114_100002925559620_250058_1425539346_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 509px; height: 338px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/375272_157669731007211_100002925559620_250109_1462998822_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 509px; height: 338px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/400460_157668247674026_100002925559620_250076_1184828383_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 508px; height: 352px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/374836_157669774340540_100002925559620_250110_1316248147_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 510px; height: 339px;" src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/397856_157669364340581_100002925559620_250103_1648066204_n.jpg" alt="" class="fbPhotoImage" id="fbPhotoImage" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 509px; height: 338px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/407876_157670067673844_100002925559620_250116_1415497140_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;(SEE THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN G10 AND 600D?!?! I NEED A DSLR!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 509px; height: 338px;" src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/400417_157670871007097_100002925559620_250135_1408966113_n.jpg" alt="" class="fbPhotoImage" id="fbPhotoImage" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 509px; height: 338px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/403201_157670677673783_100002925559620_250129_367148899_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 509px; height: 338px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/406481_157670487673802_100002925559620_250126_1262997790_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;AND GOODBYE TO MY SWOLLEN EYES FYEAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 507px; height: 337px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/408824_157670907673760_100002925559620_250136_66938027_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Somewhere around 8AM, I took a bathe before tagging along with Ziman Joleen Kenny and Zhiyi as they for a swim while Byran remained in the room sleeping. Help them took a couple of pictures before Ziman's dslr got drained of its batteries. After that I just dozed off on the bench.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we returned back, I was having a camwhoring session with Joleen LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 512px; height: 384px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/380537_2387804654131_1221268436_32070895_370382052_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 511px; height: 383px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/406477_2387809094242_1221268436_32070902_552086106_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="width: 511px; height: 383px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/409329_2387803534103_1221268436_32070892_1806134846_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 257px; height: 191px;" src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/399030_2387815654406_1221268436_32070912_1084319799_n.jpg" alt="" class="fbPhotoImage" id="fbPhotoImage" /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 256px; height: 191px;" src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/405210_2387815494402_1221268436_32070911_891366675_n.jpg" alt="" class="fbPhotoImage" id="fbPhotoImage" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 511px; height: 383px;" src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/400992_2387818414475_1221268436_32070916_1470532258_n.jpg" alt="" class="fbPhotoImage" id="fbPhotoImage" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 511px; height: 383px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/386088_2387822654581_1221268436_32070922_931383227_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 511px; height: 383px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/404175_2387822174569_1221268436_32070921_1804641949_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 511px; height: 383px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/383218_2387797333948_1221268436_32070884_1196140359_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 511px; height: 383px;" src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/387772_2387826614680_1221268436_32070928_713950515_n.jpg" alt="" class="fbPhotoImage" id="fbPhotoImage" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 512px; height: 384px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/400123_2387828814735_1221268436_32070930_397307195_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 510px; height: 382px;" src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/404977_2387829934763_1221268436_32070932_1170846172_n.jpg" alt="" class="fbPhotoImage" id="fbPhotoImage" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 511px; height: 383px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/402876_2387831374799_1221268436_32070934_1618749749_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 511px; height: 383px;" src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/394278_2387834014865_1221268436_32070939_1459576101_n.jpg" alt="" class="fbPhotoImage" id="fbPhotoImage" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 510px; height: 382px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/399008_2387837094942_1221268436_32070945_1294190145_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 512px; height: 384px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/402132_2387856295422_1221268436_32070985_225708503_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 511px; height: 383px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/396759_2387845415150_1221268436_32070968_1889559091_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;^I slept here LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 511px; height: 383px;" src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/389549_2387857535453_1221268436_32070987_1401413647_n.jpg" alt="" class="fbPhotoImage" id="fbPhotoImage" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 511px; height: 383px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/402920_2387859335498_1221268436_32070990_1102043455_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Checked out at about noon and by then everyone was already quiet and feeling cui. Got a ride from Ziman's dad back home. And man, never have I been so glad to just seek comfort from my humbly abode. I know Joleen and Ziman crashed the minute they returned home too LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It's a pretty awesome 2 days with those 5 dudes ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 511px; height: 383px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/397745_2387859895512_1221268436_32070991_1410781897_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 510px; height: 382px;" src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/388378_2387860735533_1221268436_32070992_103124309_n.jpg" alt="" class="fbPhotoImage" id="fbPhotoImage" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I got this christmas gift from my dear cheesy meltz. When I was reading the note written on the first page, so many memories returned and well, I'm glad I spent this yacht trip with her though we didn't really chat as much as I thought we would. I'm looking forward to 2012 with her, going fencing trainings, being classmates in 4F'12 and just all the times we will be spending together. Thank you Ziman for the notebook!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 511px; height: 383px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/390103_2387793413850_1221268436_32070879_1027424294_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;I think my English is getting terrible and I'm starting to lose the feel to blog. I mean, I love to blog and just type but it feels like my sentence structures are getting haywire and at times, when I'm lazy to blog (like now), I get the feeling I'm just trying to get this post over and done with. Is this normal? LOL. Maybe I should go on a hiatus? Damn I don't know -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://moonlight-path.tumblr.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/29175012@N03/5069628946/in/photostream"&gt;&lt;img src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lvi620OnTN1qazj2jo1_500.jpg" alt="" width="500px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184640545580458678-2013603252357696546?l=bitterbubblegums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184640545580458678/posts/default/2013603252357696546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184640545580458678/posts/default/2013603252357696546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbubblegums.blogspot.com/2011/12/shes-just-waiting-to-see-if-youll-make.html' title='She&apos;s just waiting to see if you&apos;ll make an effort.'/><author><name>m i r a b e l l e.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15666589275044687447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MRz8FrKvzTM/TsMV_0I-loI/AAAAAAAAB6o/zrGrVeQiWus/s220/IMG_6038.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184640545580458678.post-2848051545746373046</id><published>2011-12-22T00:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T01:10:11.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Those who made an impact in your life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="mediaContainer" class="mediaContainer" style="padding: 0px 0px"&gt;                             &lt;div id="imgEnv-fullSizedImage" class="imgEnv"&gt; &lt;img class="media" id="fullSizedImage" src="http://i448.photobucket.com/albums/qq208/xb3ll3x/IMG_7997.jpg" alt="" style="width: 366px; height: 274px;" /&gt;                               &lt;/div&gt;                         &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday Kelvin Oh Jun Rong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahah how was it? Touching right! Actually, I also have no idea why I'm so nice. The idea just came to me a few nights back while I was lying on my bed and thinking "Oh that asshole's birthday is coming up. I should probably do something." Call me sweet and loving please!! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K la, on a serious note, happy birthday and I hope you'll enjoy the rest of today. It's sad I won't be able to celebrate it with you and the others just like last year. What kind of best friend am I right? Sorry. But anyway, you're finally a year older now though still younger than me, I hope you grow to be a bit more mature LOL. We'll be in the same class again next year. Classmates throughout whole secondary school life huh? Yes I'm short and fat but it gives you no right to abuse me. And well, I hope we continue to be best friends till... I don't know. You live a few blocks away from me anyway so it gives you no reason to "drift away" k. We've gone through quite a fair bit of thick and thin, some lame drama, and I have your deepest darkest secret *kekeke*. It'll be a waste if we ever become strangers. After all we both have pretty screwed up problems in our own lives right now. Know that I'll be here for you. K enough of gay talk. I wish you all the best, let's ace O levels together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to write it here LOL. It was already 11:48PM when I realised I haven't written a card for Kelvin so... Oh well. Kelvin, your card here ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S the "cake" only costs 90cents LOLOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184640545580458678-2848051545746373046?l=bitterbubblegums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184640545580458678/posts/default/2848051545746373046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184640545580458678/posts/default/2848051545746373046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbubblegums.blogspot.com/2011/12/those-who-made-impact-in-your-life.html' title='Those who made an impact in your life.'/><author><name>m i r a b e l l e.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15666589275044687447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MRz8FrKvzTM/TsMV_0I-loI/AAAAAAAAB6o/zrGrVeQiWus/s220/IMG_6038.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184640545580458678.post-8506471527560163032</id><published>2011-12-20T20:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T22:06:03.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I guess it's only time I realised I'm no longer your muse.</title><content type='html'>Spent the day with Germanotta. It was supposedly a shopping trip, and I was supposed to grab a birthday and christmas gift but... I did not buy anything at all. Not because I didn't have the money, but more of 'nothing caught my eye'. Hate buying gifts lolol. Maybe I should just make one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="visibility: visible; height: 383px; width: 511px;" id="fullSizedImage" class="media" alt="" src="http://i448.photobucket.com/albums/qq208/xb3ll3x/IMG_7913.jpg" /&gt;                       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="visibility: visible; height: 409px; width: 308px;" id="fullSizedImage" class="media" alt="" src="http://i448.photobucket.com/albums/qq208/xb3ll3x/IMG_7864.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img class="media" id="fullSizedImage" src="http://i448.photobucket.com/albums/qq208/xb3ll3x/IMG_7865.jpg" alt="" style="width: 510px; height: 382px;" /&gt;                                                    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img class="media" id="fullSizedImage" src="http://i448.photobucket.com/albums/qq208/xb3ll3x/IMG_7867.jpg" alt="" style="width: 512px; height: 384px;" /&gt;                                                     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="visibility: visible; height: 359px; width: 270px;" id="fullSizedImage" class="media" alt="" src="http://i448.photobucket.com/albums/qq208/xb3ll3x/IMG_7881.jpg" /&gt;                      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So under the peer pressure of Joleen Loh, I went for an express manicure. I would have gone for something like glittery gold/brown for the christmas mood or maybe OPI's Rally Pretty Pink but because I have a sad life and have to return to school for the next two days, I went for a shade like dusty pink.&lt;br /&gt;But... Let's just say instead of OPI, next time I'll go for Gelish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="mediaContainer" class="mediaContainer" style="padding: 0px 0px"&gt;                             &lt;div id="imgEnv-fullSizedImage" class="imgEnv"&gt; &lt;img class="media" id="fullSizedImage" src="http://i448.photobucket.com/albums/qq208/xb3ll3x/IMG_7897.jpg" alt="" style="width: 511px; height: 383px;" /&gt;                               &lt;/div&gt;                         &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="mediaContainer" class="mediaContainer" style="padding: 0px 0px"&gt;                             &lt;div id="imgEnv-fullSizedImage" class="imgEnv"&gt; &lt;img class="media" id="fullSizedImage" src="http://i448.photobucket.com/albums/qq208/xb3ll3x/IMG_7890.jpg" alt="" style="width: 511px; height: 383px;" /&gt;                               &lt;/div&gt;                         &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="mediaContainer" class="mediaContainer" style="padding: 0px 0px"&gt;                             &lt;div id="imgEnv-fullSizedImage" class="imgEnv"&gt; &lt;img class="media" id="fullSizedImage" src="http://i448.photobucket.com/albums/qq208/xb3ll3x/IMG_7883.jpg" alt="" style="width: 511px; height: 383px;" /&gt;                               &lt;/div&gt;                         &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="visibility: visible; height: 384px; width: 512px;" id="fullSizedImage" class="media" alt="" src="http://i448.photobucket.com/albums/qq208/xb3ll3x/IMG_7877.jpg" /&gt;                      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I did not buy anything this time, I've already decided on my materialistic wishlist. A pair of Jeffrey campbell litas, a pair of floral oxfords, another pair of creepers, a bowler hat, a big floppy sunny hat, a vintage haversack and a particular design of bag from Prada. Lolol I'm so greedy.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should just wish for happiness, good results and lastly, PERFECT FACE/SKIN COMPLEXION. DAMMIT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184640545580458678-8506471527560163032?l=bitterbubblegums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184640545580458678/posts/default/8506471527560163032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184640545580458678/posts/default/8506471527560163032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbubblegums.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-guess-its-only-time-i-realised-im-no.html' title='I guess it&apos;s only time I realised I&apos;m no longer your muse.'/><author><name>m i r a b e l l e.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15666589275044687447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MRz8FrKvzTM/TsMV_0I-loI/AAAAAAAAB6o/zrGrVeQiWus/s220/IMG_6038.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184640545580458678.post-5085289048848536248</id><published>2011-12-19T22:58:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T23:33:03.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not perfect but I keep trying cause that's what I said I would do from the start.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;1. Think of the last person who said I love you, do you think they meant it?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the last person to say 'i love you' to me was YeeWah. She was definitely just making a casual remark then but I know she loves me ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Would you date an 18-year-old at the age you are now? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. When’s the last time you were aggravated and happy at the same time? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Just a few minutes or hours back I guess?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. Would you ever smile at a stranger? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why not? In fact, I often do. Like if I enter the same lift as them or there's just this awakward staring between us. Lol im weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. Is there someone mad because you’re dating/talking to the person you are? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never would have thought so, but I was proven wrong a few nights back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;6. Have you heard a song that reminds you of someone today? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. A couple of songs and a couple of different people, actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;7. What exactly are you wearing right now? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some T shirt from converse and some home shorts. Very comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;8. How often do you listen to music? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every few hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;9. Do you wear jeans or sweats more? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweats. Zero fashion sense and I'll probably be like on the lowest social ladder scale if I were studying in america LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;10. Do you think your life will change dramatically before 2012? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's about 12 more days to 2012. There's only two events that could possibly change my life dramatically but I don't think they'll occur before 2012. They might not even happen lol. So no. Unless it's well, something unexpected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;11. Are you a social or an antisocial person? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, I find myself stuck at this question. People used to call me sociable but I guess ever since last year, I started distancing myself from my social circle and became antisocial. My thoughts were 'a few best friends is enough', as I see no need for acquiantances. I had my reasons. But lately, it seems like I've been associating more with people. In between, maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;12. Have you ever kissed someone whose name begins with the letter ‘A’? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;13. What about ‘R’? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;14. Can you drive a stick shift? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell is that. I'm too lazy to google and find out so I'll just leave it as it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;15. Do you care if people talk badly about you? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past, I would have. But now, nah. People can make their own stupid judgements for all I care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;16. Are you going out of town soon? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, not at all -_- This sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;17. When was the last time you cried? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;18. Have you ever told someone you loved them? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh. Duh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;19. If you could change your eye color, would you? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELL YES ASDFGHJKL I HATE BLACK/DARK BROWN IT'S SO BORING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;20. Is there a boy who you would do absolutely everything for? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stared at this question a long time and contemplated my answers. Would I really do everything for him? If it's right at this moment where we're somehow still inbetween not happening and happening then no, not everything. But if we're progressing towards the happening then yes, probably, absolutely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;21. Name something you dislike about the day you’re having. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The terrible ear ache I'm suffering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;22. Is it cute when guys kiss you on your forehead? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeshhh. But not to me because my forehead's too pimply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;23. Are you dating the last person you talked to? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;24. What are you sitting on right now? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A blue computer wheel chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;25. Does anyone regularly (other than family) tell you they love you? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, no. Not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;26. Have you ever wanted someone you couldn’t have? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;27. Who was the last person you talked to before you went to bed last night? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't slept at all last night LOL but I did talk to someone. Not telling you ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;28. Do you get a lot of colds? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell yes. I'm having one now in fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;29. Where is the shirt you are wearing from? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;30. Does anyone hate you? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I know of but, I think so? Who doesn't have haters lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;31. Do you have any empty alcohol bottles hidden somewhere in your room? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. Hate alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;32. Do you like watching scary movies? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO. I hate it in fact. But I always try to test my own limits -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;33. Do you want your tongue pierced? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. What for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;34. If you had to delete one year of your life completely, which would it be? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 options came into my mind. 2009, 2010 and 2011. These were actually the bottom three in the best 15 years of my life. Actually, 2009 wasn't that bad. 2010 was better. But 2011 sucked so much because of 2009. If I were to delete 2009, 2011 would not have happened but 2010 will never be around to remind me of the good times. And I pretty much matured in 2011 so I don't want to delete me of 2011. So what should I choose? None, I guess?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;35. Did you have a dream last night? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't sleep last night so no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;36. When was the last time you told someone you loved them? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly I don't remember. But I do know I have been doing it all the time through tumblr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;37. Do you think you’ll be married in 5 years? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's... A little too early but possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;38. Do you think someone has feelings for you? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... I don't just think, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;39. Do you think someone is thinking about you right now? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah. God knows. Probably not. I'm not sneezing though I'm down with a cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;40. Did you have a good day yesterday? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday............ No. Nothing memorable besides buying a new pair of heels! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;41. Think back 2 months ago; were you in a relationship? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;42. In the next 48 hours, will you hang out with a girl? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. My dear Joleen &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;43. Has anyone told you they don’t want to ever lose you? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. A few actually now that I think about it. Thank you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;44. What’s the best part about school? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ChungCheng? Nothing. It sucks LOL jk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;45. Do you have any pictures on your Facebook? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;46. Do you ever pass notes to your friends in school? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't or have never, you don't have a life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;47. Do you replay things that have happened in your head? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. All the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;48. Were you single over the last summer? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;49. Is your life anything like it was two years ago? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol no big fat drastic difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;50. What are you supposed to be doing right now? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um. Nothing in particular. Reply some blogshop buyers about their orders maybe? But I'm too lazy. Oh and study of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;51. Do you hate the last guy you had a conversation with? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's complicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;52. Are you nice to everyone? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe why don't you ask everyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;53. Have you ever liked someone you didn’t expect to? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. I always thought it was stupid when songs had lyrics that said something like 'i never saw it coming, i should've known'. Like hellooooooo, how the hell can you not see it coming?! It's your own damned heart right! But when it happened to me, I understood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;54. Do you think you can last in a relationship for 6 months and not cheat? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Already did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;55. Are you good at hiding your feelings? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes and no. There's only 1 or 2 whom I can't hide from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;56. Do you think you like someone? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;57. Have you kissed someone whose name starts with a ‘J’? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I saw J I thought of Joleen and imagined kissing her LOLOL. But no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;58. Do you prefer to be friends with girls or boys? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sexiest. Both. No preference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;59. Has anyone of your friends ever seen you cry? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh, duh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;60. Do you hate anyone? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... I used to detest this person, but I don't think so anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;61. How’s your heart? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broken shattered mended falling apart scared excited hurting wounded joyous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;62. Is there something that happened in your past that you hate talking about? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;63. Have you ever cried over a guy? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol pathetically yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;64. Who is probably talking a load of crap about you right now? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. Some good friend of mine talking gay things with her gay friends maybe? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;65. Are your toenails painted pink? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg are you psychic? This is scary lol. But yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;66. Will your next kiss be a mistake? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. I won't make it a mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;67. Girls love it when boyfriends cry; correct? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think guys like it when their girlfriends cry on and on and throws a tantrum and starts pointing fingers and puts the blame all on you? So obviously, FFFFF NO!!! It's.... Terrible. What are you, a sadist?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;68. Have your pants ever fallen down in public? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. I'm a little too fat to let my pants fall yknow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;69. Who was the last person you were on the phone with? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phone.... *checks call history* Leon LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;70. How do you look right now? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my bathe not long ago and my hair's dried now so I look fine. Presentable. Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;71. Do you have someone you can be your complete self around?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Used to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;72. Can you commit to one person? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;73. Do you have someone of the opposite sex you can tell everything to? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Used to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;74. Have you ever felt replaced? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;75. Did you wake up cranky? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't sleep but I was feeling lethargic the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;76. Are you a jealous person? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh.... I think so? Trying to change though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;77. Are relationships ever worth it? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It depends on each individual and what happens in the relationship actually. Even if it ends in a breakup, if both parties can still find happiness and is able to understand each other better or treat their future boyf/girlf better then why not? Relationships may not always work out in the end but there are always lessons to be learnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;78. Anyone you’re giving up on? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;79. Currently wanting to see anyone? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;80. Name something you have to do tomorrow? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GET A FRIGGIN PAIR OF JEFFREY CAMPBELL HEELS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;81. Last person you cried in front of? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. *thinks for literally a minute* I think it's been forever since I last did that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;82. Is there someone you will never forget? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;83. Do you think the person you have feelings for is protective of you? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure, but I wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;84. If the person you wish to be with were with you, what would you be doing right now?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. Let's start with a hug? LOL i don't know wait till that person is here then maybe I'll wreck my mind for something to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;85. Are you over your past? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;86. Have you ever liked one of your best friends of the opposite sex? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Falling for your best friend of the opposite sex is always a big mistake. Well, usually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;87. Is there anyone you can tell EVERYTHING to? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything...? Uh. Haha. I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;88. If your first true love knocked on your door with apology and presents, would you accept? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. Sorry dude it's over LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;89. So, the last person you kissed just happens to arrive at your door at 3AM; do you let them in? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who did I last kiss.... Ziman? Omg LOL. But if it's her then no cause why the hell will she come trolling at my doorstep at freaking 3AM?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;90. Have you ever liked someone who your friends hated? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends are nice people who don't hate anybody ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;91. Will you be in a relationship in 2 months? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. Maybe maybe not maybe maybe not. WHO KNOWS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;92. Is there anyone you know with the name Michael? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.................. Omg why am I laughing LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;93. Have you ever kissed a Matthew? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. I think I only know a Matthew now. Mathew or Matthew? x.x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;94. Were you in a relationship in January? How was it going? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg why January?? Lol but yes. Not that good, was it a mistake?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;95. Were you happy with the person you liked in March? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't have a lame crush on anyone in March.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;96. Don’t tell me lies, is the last person you texted attractive? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA LOL yes but don't snatch from me! Mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;97. Who do you have texts from? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For these past few days, mostly small eyes, best friend, jasper, blogshop buyers, dude, germanotta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;98. If the person you like says they like someone else, what would you say? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hahaha wa seriously? Whowhowho tell me leh!"And afterthat wish that person the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;99. Have you ever kissed someone older than you? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;100. Who’s in your profile picture with you? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My profile picture only has me myself and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;101. Ever kissed under fireworks? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope. Sing-gah-pour where got set off fireworks display all the time one?? Unlike other countries that celebrate fourth of july or in japan, those summer festivals. In the future I want to go to Japan and celebrate a summer festival in a yukata with my best friends/boyfriend/family. LOLOL k irrelevant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;102. Has anybody ever given you butterflies? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pardon my wordy posts. I haven't been taking much pictures lately. But I'll be heading out with Joleen tmr! Finally. No longer being a noob stuck at home lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184640545580458678-5085289048848536248?l=bitterbubblegums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184640545580458678/posts/default/5085289048848536248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184640545580458678/posts/default/5085289048848536248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbubblegums.blogspot.com/2011/12/im-not-perfect-but-i-keep-trying-cause.html' title='I&apos;m not perfect but I keep trying cause that&apos;s what I said I would do from the start.'/><author><name>m i r a b e l l e.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15666589275044687447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MRz8FrKvzTM/TsMV_0I-loI/AAAAAAAAB6o/zrGrVeQiWus/s220/IMG_6038.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184640545580458678.post-8510403255893351108</id><published>2011-12-17T19:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T19:27:27.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In this free fall I wonder if I'd be better off when I hit the bottom.</title><content type='html'>Just this once, I'll let my walls come down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, they say that you live only once and that you should take  risks, jump at the chances because if you don't, you'd regret and be  haunted by the many 'what if's. I've been doing a lot of those lately;  sending risky texts, saying things that are a little too upfront and  basically being bold as shit because I tell myself "you won't die doing  this". The sane me would prefer staying in my comfort zone to testing my  limits actually. I wonder what triggered me to challenge my own fears.  Maybe my mind isn't functionally as normally as I thought it was. I  don't know. Maybe because it's been ages since I last touched my  books? Don't even get me started, I haven't even touched my homework and  god knows where it is. But anyway, I challenged my fears. Sure, there  were some bumps in the road, I hurt myself quite a fair bit but I'm glad  I got myself answers. The answers are not always satisfactory;  there's no guarantee. But it's okay to fall and climb back up again,  right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So right now, I've taken this plunge so deep. I don't know  if I'll ever be able to climb back up and see the sun. I'm still  waiting for an answer and I feel like I've done almost everything that's  within my limit in this short span of time. I need a hint, an answer, a  notion to tell me whether things should go on as it is or just... Stop.  You're not an easy person to read and truth be told, it's killing me  everyday to try so hard to understand and yet still be unable to know a  thing. But please don't get me wrong. I'm not giving up, I won't let  this go. After all the chances I took, I won't stop till you tell me to  yourself. I just don't want to feel like I'm the only one trying here.  Can you meet me halfway? If you don't want to then let me know  because as pathetic as this sounds, I really can't read your thoughts. At all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184640545580458678-8510403255893351108?l=bitterbubblegums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184640545580458678/posts/default/8510403255893351108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184640545580458678/posts/default/8510403255893351108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbubblegums.blogspot.com/2011/12/in-this-free-fall-i-wonder-if-id-be.html' title='In this free fall I wonder if I&apos;d be better off when I hit the bottom.'/><author><name>m i r a b e l l e.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15666589275044687447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MRz8FrKvzTM/TsMV_0I-loI/AAAAAAAAB6o/zrGrVeQiWus/s220/IMG_6038.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184640545580458678.post-777858596092570969</id><published>2011-12-16T22:20:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T23:59:46.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can you meet me halfway? Cause my heart's at its limit and I can't go any further than this.</title><content type='html'>Plans today was to go for a photoshoot with Syafiqah and help my mum at her shop in the evening. But...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 577px; height: 383px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/393669_306133772742973_100000390571423_1015224_368679646_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like the wound I've got from rollerblading just a few days back was not as trival a matter as I thought it would be. There's a slight infection after I peeled off my bandages yesterday night upon returning home from a movie with Duanfeng Jasper Bryant. We caught Mission Impossible: Ghost protocol btw! My palms were sweaty a lot during the movie because I was nervous for the main protagonist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so I forgot to buy some antiseptic or something ._. I started bleeding again because my skin peeled off togther with the bandages. The pain was excruciating and even after the bleeding stopped, the yellow pus didn't stop making its way to the surface of my raw skin. Hahaha yes indeed I'm trying to disgust you fellow readers. So I was feeling sickly and I cancelled all my plans. Because I'm weak. Sian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Syafiqah. We'll go out next weekend alright!!&lt;br /&gt;Oh and my dad just sighed and told me "you will be scarred" "even 5 years later?" "yes" lol great. And I'm not looking forward to staying home all day tomorrow again. #foreveralone. Sigh. But even after all this, I'm not going to stop rollerblading yknow LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184640545580458678-777858596092570969?l=bitterbubblegums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184640545580458678/posts/default/777858596092570969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184640545580458678/posts/default/777858596092570969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbubblegums.blogspot.com/2011/12/can-you-meet-me-halfway-cause-my-hearts.html' title='Can you meet me halfway? Cause my heart&apos;s at its limit and I can&apos;t go any further than this.'/><author><name>m i r a b e l l e.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15666589275044687447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MRz8FrKvzTM/TsMV_0I-loI/AAAAAAAAB6o/zrGrVeQiWus/s220/IMG_6038.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184640545580458678.post-111642509190201118</id><published>2011-12-14T22:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T02:01:28.861+08:00</updated><title type='text'>請讓我繼續喜歡你</title><content type='html'>It's the last day I'm spending with Trisha before she flies off the Shanghai for 10 days. I'm definitely going to miss her, even though it's just well, 10 days. I hope there's still time for us to meet before school reopens once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 354px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/386167_2314949716768_1340193167_1956942_1161559802_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to rollerblade in the early morning. Towards the ending, I fell -_-&lt;br /&gt;There was this rather steep slope which we've conquered and well, we wanted to take a picture for memories' sake. This picture is supposed to be taken while we were halfway down so as to capture the spastic face and the wind screwing up our hair.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to act pro (LOL) and not look like I'm screaming so I posed but I lost control of the blades and wham, I fell. Best part? Trisha captured the expression on my face as I fell LOLOL. Injuries inflicted upon my stupidity: Road rash on right side of my thigh, graze on left elbow, graze and a chunck of skin scraped off leaving a dent on right elbow. Guess I deserved it for acting pro? I would not have fell if I was more cautious, I swear. Worse injury I ever received from blading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 382px; height: 382px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/384753_2314953596865_1340193167_1956943_2139144987_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told myself to be a man and didn't cry while I placed my elbows under running tap water. I screamed a lot though LOL. Went to have lunch afterwards before going over to Trisha's house to tend to my wounds. Her house has the best first aid supplies. She even had enough to pass me some meds to bring home. Thankew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent the rest of the afternoon at her place. She was insistent on teaching me how to play 那些年 on the piano. I'm grade 0 LOL but I do know how to play some noob pieces. I'm halfway through the song now hehe.&lt;br /&gt;Watched some lame youtube videos, had a short nap and dinner before I went home. I was supposed to help my mum at her shop today but since my elbows were in bandages, she told me to stay home and rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's how I spent my day! And now I'm going to tuck into bed soon, hands raised so my elbows won't hurt. Not that I'm a masochist but, the burning pain is actually quite shiok LOLOL. It's just a hassle when I shower though -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[edit] Oh ya I spent the night before talking to Yeewah for 1 hour 7 mins and 19 seconds. Till 4AM. Hahaha eyebags are coming for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184640545580458678-111642509190201118?l=bitterbubblegums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184640545580458678/posts/default/111642509190201118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184640545580458678/posts/default/111642509190201118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbubblegums.blogspot.com/2011/12/blog-post.html' title='請讓我繼續喜歡你'/><author><name>m i r a b e l l e.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15666589275044687447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MRz8FrKvzTM/TsMV_0I-loI/AAAAAAAAB6o/zrGrVeQiWus/s220/IMG_6038.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184640545580458678.post-3782612783567439344</id><published>2011-12-13T23:42:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T01:44:00.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The lingering question kept me up awake at night.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 577px; height: 383px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/390889_306130912743259_100000390571423_1015215_545057511_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a photoshoot with Syafiqah just yesterday! It's been a long time since I hung out with that girl who's my classmate mainly because she's busy with Band or I'm busy with work. Fiiiiinally found a date to meet up with her and have the photoshoot which we've planned way before EOY papers LOL. Yes, we've been waiting that long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attire decided was maxi dress with platforms/creepers.&lt;br /&gt;Ever mentioned how much I love the pair of creepers I'm wearing? Was so happy when it arrived in my mail!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 316px; height: 476px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/393588_306130642743286_100000390571423_1015214_2055569302_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 564px; height: 383px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/384515_306131216076562_100000390571423_1015218_859323460_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 576px; height: 383px;" src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/377035_306130019410015_100000390571423_1015209_889522886_n.jpg" alt="" class="fbPhotoImage" id="fbPhotoImage" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 577px; height: 383px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/382713_306134649409552_100000390571423_1015230_1518425961_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 577px; height: 383px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/378015_306186266071057_100000390571423_1015307_673865282_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 577px; height: 383px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/387524_306186096071074_100000390571423_1015306_1362856570_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 579px; height: 383px;" src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/378504_306178556071828_100000390571423_1015275_881570163_n.jpg" alt="" class="fbPhotoImage" id="fbPhotoImage" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 577px; height: 383px;" src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/378494_306183896071294_100000390571423_1015287_1439073004_n.jpg" alt="" class="fbPhotoImage" id="fbPhotoImage" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 578px; height: 383px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/388816_306165326073151_100000390571423_1015254_1526516210_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 286px; height: 430px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/381848_306185962737754_100000390571423_1015305_581781129_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 285px; height: 429px;" src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/387341_306185512737799_100000390571423_1015301_1529575143_n.jpg" alt="" class="fbPhotoImage" id="fbPhotoImage" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was exhausting and physically drainin but there were so many  enjoyable moments. Well, moments the camera can't possibly capture. Our  platforms/creepers sinking into the sand, freaking out over crickets,  laughing at failed attempts to flip our hair, weird stares from  onlookers, looking like a fag while trying to make a face etc. There was  even a time where mosquitoes were having a whale of a time sucking our  blood dry. -_- Damn why did I forget to bring my mosquito repellent...  Syafiqah was saying "who brings repellent to a photoshoot?!" Well that  would be me. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 577px; height: 383px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/375475_306176836072000_100000390571423_1015271_1900328636_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 577px; height: 383px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/378101_306176472738703_100000390571423_1015269_1087562471_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 575px; height: 383px;" src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/384623_306168689406148_100000390571423_1015257_576733311_n.jpg" alt="" class="fbPhotoImage" id="fbPhotoImage" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 577px; height: 383px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/386240_306186376071046_100000390571423_1015308_2136069185_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 577px; height: 383px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/386348_306186462737704_100000390571423_1015309_1182356023_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;^These annoying, prickly seeds kept clinging onto our dresses. Is it love grass or something? -.- But anyway, their method of dispersing their seeds is irritating. Why can't they be dispered by the wind or water or by splitting? Why did we have to be the unlucky 'animals'... Haha yes I studied my primary schools science pretty well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 577px; height: 383px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/378520_306191846070499_100000390571423_1015323_251715736_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 284px; height: 426px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/388695_306186552737695_100000390571423_1015310_1302748379_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 285px; height: 428px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/377153_306191996070484_100000390571423_1015325_2137524014_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 282px; height: 423px;" src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/379790_306197902736560_100000390571423_1015343_535132150_n.jpg" alt="" class="fbPhotoImage" id="fbPhotoImage" /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 284px; height: 424px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/392199_306194986070185_100000390571423_1015340_1791604576_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 577px; height: 383px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/382689_306193832736967_100000390571423_1015333_2034434826_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 577px; height: 383px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/379535_306194042736946_100000390571423_1015335_766808570_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 577px; height: 383px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/389563_306193979403619_100000390571423_1015334_1987796558_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 576px; height: 382px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/379394_306193696070314_100000390571423_1015332_1936193982_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We tried out many faces. The faraway look, act cute smile, depressed expression, mean girl with the chin up and slutty pose LOLOL. Love die her dslr man. This photoshoot just seriously convinced me that I should get a friggin dslr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess there'll be another photoshoot again soon. Hahahah man, I just love how beautiful the pictures turn out. Well, not the face but the whole picture in general. K nvm it's perfectly fine if you don't understand.&lt;br /&gt;Hehe I'm a happy gurl. &lt;i&gt;Left wonderstruk @ 230AM.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img class="image_thumbnail enlarged" alt="" id="thumbnail_photo_13592166239" style="cursor: pointer; background-color: transparent; width: 500px; height: 250px;" src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lvj7vlVrJs1qc0viwo1_500.gif" height="75" width="150" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;The best part of a relationship is during its ambiguity.&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184640545580458678-3782612783567439344?l=bitterbubblegums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184640545580458678/posts/default/3782612783567439344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184640545580458678/posts/default/3782612783567439344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbubblegums.blogspot.com/2011/12/lingering-question-kept-me-up-awake-at.html' title='The lingering question kept me up awake at night.'/><author><name>m i r a b e l l e.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15666589275044687447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MRz8FrKvzTM/TsMV_0I-loI/AAAAAAAAB6o/zrGrVeQiWus/s220/IMG_6038.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184640545580458678.post-9012184836005892892</id><published>2011-12-11T23:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T00:16:53.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wonder what goes through your head every time someone mentions my name.</title><content type='html'>I spent today with the girl I'll wish nothing but the best for. Guess who's the lucky girl? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had lunch @ Pastamania with Ziman and we chatted for like... Hours. It's been a pretty long time since we've asked each other "how's life" and all. The night before, or more like a few hours before at about 2AM, we were chatting on facebook about some crap and the movie, The Apple of my Eye (I can't wait to watch that show!!). It was then that we decided to rollerblade together in the afternoon hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes we went to waterfront to rollerblade. Was a kiasu with all my guards on and well, being with Ziman just makes me less gay LOL. Usually when I'd go down a steep slope, I would grip onto Trisha's hands but Ziman... Is a different story. Let's say she's too man to do that. She was also busy poking centipedes/milipedes of reds and blacks and whites. To ziman: hahah so man ah go post about your adventure on Chiobu&amp;amp;Man LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Had some lame confidence building lesson from her and I did not fall this time round! Conquered steeps slopes (Y) feeling at the top of the world~&lt;br /&gt;Headed to causeway, bought 10buns for $10 at Breadtalk and bused to her place for some mooveh. Watched Bad teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nearing 11pm, I went home. So that's how I spent my day with my cheesy bbq meltz. It's a great day ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184640545580458678-9012184836005892892?l=bitterbubblegums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184640545580458678/posts/default/9012184836005892892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184640545580458678/posts/default/9012184836005892892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbubblegums.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-wonder-what-goes-through-your-head.html' title='I wonder what goes through your head every time someone mentions my name.'/><author><name>m i r a b e l l e.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15666589275044687447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MRz8FrKvzTM/TsMV_0I-loI/AAAAAAAAB6o/zrGrVeQiWus/s220/IMG_6038.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184640545580458678.post-7597998163455243390</id><published>2011-12-10T22:55:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T00:50:36.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I got a tight grip on reality, but I just can't risk letting you walk away.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;Today, Facebook's photo uploader ain't being a bitch, yay. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Random fact: I've been sleeping in track pants because I don't want to be bitten my mosquitoes anymore ): My legs are scarred because my itchy hands just can't stop scratching the bites. The thing is I always sleep with a blanket (can't sleep without it) but I will still get bitten my those irritating things somehow -_- My irresistable blood. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 512px; height: 383px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/378786_2317882346117_1221268436_32044691_1842308438_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 511px; height: 383px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/377039_2317884626174_1221268436_32044693_907707486_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 511px; height: 383px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/373814_2317888146262_1221268436_32044697_1630253111_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 511px; height: 383px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/390414_2317901586598_1221268436_32044719_2078659477_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 511px; height: 383px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/374959_2317895586448_1221268436_32044707_1090979267_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 510px; height: 383px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/375231_2317910586823_1221268436_32044731_1756296842_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 313px; height: 417px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/390592_2317927987258_1221268436_32044756_856745547_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 313px; height: 417px;" src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/376004_2317922827129_1221268436_32044747_519413153_n.jpg" alt="" class="fbPhotoImage" id="fbPhotoImage" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 510px; height: 383px;" src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/378487_2317938107511_1221268436_32044768_763103303_n.jpg" alt="" class="fbPhotoImage" id="fbPhotoImage" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 511px; height: 383px;" src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/378668_2317940267565_1221268436_32044770_1017372630_n.jpg" alt="" class="fbPhotoImage" id="fbPhotoImage" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 511px; height: 383px;" src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/385123_2317942547622_1221268436_32044774_207367264_n.jpg" alt="" class="fbPhotoImage" id="fbPhotoImage" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 313px; height: 418px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/385153_2317929307291_1221268436_32044757_944519989_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 511px; height: 383px;" src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/387543_2317955027934_1221268436_32044788_1849759671_n.jpg" alt="" class="fbPhotoImage" id="fbPhotoImage" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I think I'm sunburnt after today LOL. The sweltering heat this afternoon @ Punggol was so unbearable I was getting dizzy spells. Trisha was like saying "at this time Sembawang would be raining". Like hell yes, it would be. But why is Punggol so friggin' hot?? It was probably 37 degrees or something.&lt;br /&gt;But though the sun was high up like a sweating marigold, it was the prefect weather for my Holga! Hehe. I'm hoping the pictures for this film will turn out better than the first. *prays*&lt;br /&gt;Oh and the place, I think, is an ideal place to rollerblade. THERE'S NO MOSQUITOES YAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 511px; height: 383px;" src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/392680_2317956947982_1221268436_32044792_1660790668_n.jpg" alt="" class="fbPhotoImage" id="fbPhotoImage" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;   &lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 511px; height: 383px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/s720x720/166920_2317967268240_1221268436_32044808_1133570348_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 511px; height: 383px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/384107_2317967788253_1221268436_32044809_912396945_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 510px; height: 383px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/393720_2317962508121_1221268436_32044801_510478806_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 511px; height: 383px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/384998_2317983788653_1221268436_32044830_649659274_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 511px; height: 383px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/374202_2317976188463_1221268436_32044822_1713365945_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 511px; height: 383px;" src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/384079_2317991068835_1221268436_32044841_462592563_n.jpg" alt="" class="fbPhotoImage" id="fbPhotoImage" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our lame afternoon adventure we were so dehydrated. Went to Just Acia simply because their drinks are free flow LOL. Let's just say both of us drank up to a total of 20 mugs of frappe/peach tea/black current slush?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It also seems like the effects of working at a cafe kicked in. While I was still working at Dimbulah, I'll drink the coffee there in the mornings (loved the ice latte ^^). Because of that almost daily habit of drinking a $4.90 coffee every morning/lunchtime, I tend to opt for coffee for my meals. I used to prefer tea...&lt;br /&gt;Oh and ice cream mixed with coffee is awesome ^^ If I'm not wrong the name for is affagato, and the staff at the cafe always complained to me it's troublesome to make. But I fell in love with it and have been making them for myself. I still remember after Flag Day while I was eating at Jackplace's with Ziman Litong and Zhiyi, I mixed my vanilla icecream into the coffee LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K irrelevant. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 511px; height: 383px;" src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/385155_2318001309091_1221268436_32044852_389677682_n.jpg" alt="" class="fbPhotoImage" id="fbPhotoImage" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 511px; height: 383px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/390769_2318031749852_1221268436_32044859_1685660531_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="imagestage" class="imageStage"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 513px; height: 384px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/386659_2318004989183_1221268436_32044853_1971720472_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After eating we were so bloated. We went on our seperate ways; Trisha to home and me to meet my mum.&lt;br /&gt;I ALMOSTTTTTTTT SOLD A BAG BY MYSELF IN THAT 3 HOURS. ALMOST. If only that lady had a smaller pouch -_- Well apparently, many customers put their things into a pouch which is then placed into the bag they are carrying. They claimed it's more organised and that all you need to do is just shift the pouch the next time you want to use another bag. That way, you won't forget to bring along an item.&lt;br /&gt;Haha first time hearing it, so cute sia. So the bag you carry is like a pretty skin to hide your ugly pouch la? Cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for the day I sell off a bag with my own abilities. Selling off the handbags are harder than I thought lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184640545580458678-7597998163455243390?l=bitterbubblegums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184640545580458678/posts/default/7597998163455243390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184640545580458678/posts/default/7597998163455243390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbubblegums.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-got-tight-grip-on-reality-but-i-just.html' title='I got a tight grip on reality, but I just can&apos;t risk letting you walk away.'/><author><name>m i r a b e l l e.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15666589275044687447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MRz8FrKvzTM/TsMV_0I-loI/AAAAAAAAB6o/zrGrVeQiWus/s220/IMG_6038.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184640545580458678.post-6576000872948444673</id><published>2011-12-09T23:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T01:32:09.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pain make your way to me, and I'll always be just so inviting.</title><content type='html'>Just a short update with no pictures before I go catch Beelzebub that Jasper has been pestering me to watch LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. I just came back from helping my mum @ her shop today. A 3 hour shift hehe so shiok ah. But being the filial daughter I am, I'm doing free labour &amp;lt;: K just joking about the filial daughter part.&lt;br /&gt;Well apparently my mum said that she wanted me to experience the hardship of working in an F&amp;amp;B environment under some hot-tempered manager first, so that when I work in her shop, I will appreciate how easy/slack life is. Okay not really. Just... More prepared and not slack off just because retail is easier than waitressing. At least I feel that way. Oh and she wants to save the trouble of teaching me how to operate those credit card/nets machines too -_- "Learn outside better, so when you get scolded you will remember!" Ha. Ha. Ya. Indeed I remember crystal clear what buttons to press for transactions. Count on me to be a pro at that.&lt;br /&gt;But well, I can't work proper shifts or be a part-timer until I turn sixteen. Sian. Another... 4 months and 4 days to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to meet Trisha tomorrow and then help up my mum again in the evening. Oh yeah, I spent the day before rollerblading. I fell down a rather steep slope LOL yes again. Fell on my left, palm first, then elbow, then on my shoulder blades and finally skidding on my side to a stop. Thank god I wore wrist and knee guards. But ah, I thought I was pro enough to not injure my elbows so I did not wore the guards for it. Smart choice ^^ Now I have some red angry lines running down my elbow.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. Forever scarred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look forward to tomorrow's update? ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184640545580458678-6576000872948444673?l=bitterbubblegums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184640545580458678/posts/default/6576000872948444673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184640545580458678/posts/default/6576000872948444673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbubblegums.blogspot.com/2011/12/pain-make-your-way-to-me-and-ill-always.html' title='Pain make your way to me, and I&apos;ll always be just so inviting.'/><author><name>m i r a b e l l e.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15666589275044687447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MRz8FrKvzTM/TsMV_0I-loI/AAAAAAAAB6o/zrGrVeQiWus/s220/IMG_6038.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184640545580458678.post-5515818762351477187</id><published>2011-12-08T01:18:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T13:11:14.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If I ever start to think straight, this heart will start a riot in me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="width: 512px; height: 383px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/s720x720/166993_2301344532682_1221268436_32039450_2013372136_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Both of us look quite cui here lol but oh well, it's the only picture we took together then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's was the 6th of December two days ago, which was also Yeewah's birthday! Celebrated her birthday together with some ex classmates from 2f'1o. Played billard?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="width: 512px; height: 383px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/384694_2301314051920_1221268436_32039423_919318011_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="width: 512px; height: 383px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/390350_2301318652035_1221268436_32039426_48817831_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="width: 512px; height: 383px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/386533_2301334052420_1221268436_32039440_919220752_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="width: 512px; height: 383px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/381146_2301341612609_1221268436_32039447_765504088_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="width: 512px; height: 383px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/377100_2301624499681_1221268436_32039496_514229514_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="width: 513px; height: 383px;" id="fbPhotoImage" class="fbPhotoImage" alt="" src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/384851_2301625499706_1221268436_32039497_991461056_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="width: 279px; height: 371px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/388816_2301651260350_1221268436_32039519_258128947_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope you enjoyed the day girl (: I know you love the cheapskate muffin cake-lookalike although it's not the strawberry shortcake from Fourleaves hehehe. I promise to give you a better gift next year alright! May we keep in touch, don't stop talking to me just because we're in different classes k. You have one of my biggest secret... LOL. And you know you can always talk about him to me ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="width: 511px; height: 383px;" id="fbPhotoImage" class="fbPhotoImage" alt="" src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/392662_2301657620509_1221268436_32039524_93418783_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway I spent yesterday shopping away with Joleen. I didn't buy alot of things, but I seem to spend a lot ._. Damn. In no time I would finish spending my pay lolol. There are so many new apparels stuffed in my closet that I've yet to wear. I should probably stray away from shopping for a while now right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Besides shopping, there was this lucky dip in NewLook which entitled us to $15 off the items there with minimum spending of $50 and $10 off shoes. But, we let it go to waste because it expires on the day itself and we didn't use it.. LOL. Oh and we also wrote some wishes on some ball that's gonna be floating @ Marina (?) on NY or Xmas or something? I just can't remember the details -_- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="width: 510px; height: 383px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/389890_2301659100546_1221268436_32039525_786425951_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="width: 512px; height: 383px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/390523_2301663140647_1221268436_32039529_2110269886_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="width: 511px; height: 383px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/382958_2301663860665_1221268436_32039530_708539718_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="width: 511px; height: 383px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/388808_2301675620959_1221268436_32039546_321204807_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="width: 511px; height: 383px;" class="spotlight" alt="" describedby="fbPhotosSnowboxCaption" busy="false" src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/381198_2301682301126_1221268436_32039553_560637008_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But anyway, I bought this pair of heels which makes me feel sho happy just thinking about it. And HW shorts. Gahhhhhh the heels the heels the heels!!! Maybe I should not stop shopping after all. You know, it gives me this high that no cakes or chocolate can bring... Hurhur.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="width: 512px; height: 383px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/386156_2301688141272_1221268436_32039560_1586598092_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="width: 513px; height: 383px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/388022_2301689341302_1221268436_32039561_883826508_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="width: 511px; height: 383px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/391000_2301698541532_1221268436_32039570_681639994_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway I'm not going to elaborate much on this post because I want to get back to the show I've been watching!! Trisha recommended it to me. It's titled, 1 litre of tears. As the title states, it's a tearjerker and based on a real life story of a girl.... Nah you shall go google the plot yourself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trisha said she cried watching it and well, she's not the type who really gets emotional over a show so, I guess this show must really be something? LOL. The last time I wanted to watch a sad movie and googled, they gave me "A walk to remember" which is actually a romance film but... It barely made me tear up -_- Okay maybe just a little and only at the ending.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I'm already at Episode 5 of 1 litre of tears. I started last night at about 8PM and stopped at about 1AM because my eyes couldn't take crying and staring at the computer screen simultaneously. After this blog post, I'm going to go back to the show with a box of kleenex prepared. The devastating part has yet to come... I think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have I mentioned how much I love tearjerkers? I think it's quite obvious but if you don't know, well, I'm telling you now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184640545580458678-5515818762351477187?l=bitterbubblegums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184640545580458678/posts/default/5515818762351477187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184640545580458678/posts/default/5515818762351477187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbubblegums.blogspot.com/2011/12/it-rains-when-youre-here-and-it-rains.html' title='If I ever start to think straight, this heart will start a riot in me.'/><author><name>m i r a b e l l e.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15666589275044687447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MRz8FrKvzTM/TsMV_0I-loI/AAAAAAAAB6o/zrGrVeQiWus/s220/IMG_6038.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184640545580458678.post-621203310109649548</id><published>2011-12-05T22:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T00:39:22.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thought I knew you for a minute but now I'm not so sure.</title><content type='html'>I just came out of the shower feeling so squeaky clean. Cold showers at night are the best~&lt;div&gt;A while ago, I went to the gym with Kelvin. It's actually been a long time since we last caught up with each other. I'm glad I exercised with the dude today even though I was feeling so lethargic all I wanted to do was to crash on my comfy sheets. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I spent the whole day at USS today with my family. My mum finally got her day off from being at the shop and so, for the very first time, I went to USS. The joy and excitement~ LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img class="media" id="fullSizedImage" src="http://i448.photobucket.com/albums/qq208/xb3ll3x/IMG_7373-1.jpg" alt="" galleryimg="no" style="width: 500px; height: 363px;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="fullSizedImage" class="media" galleryimg="no" alt="" src="http://i448.photobucket.com/albums/qq208/xb3ll3x/IMG_7385.jpg" style="height: 363px; width: 500px; visibility: visible; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img class="media" id="fullSizedImage" src="http://i448.photobucket.com/albums/qq208/xb3ll3x/DSC03350.jpg" alt="" galleryimg="no" style="width: 500px; height: 363px;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="fullSizedImage" class="media" galleryimg="no" alt="" src="http://i448.photobucket.com/albums/qq208/xb3ll3x/IMG_7390.jpg" style="height: 363px; width: 500px; visibility: visible; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img class="media" id="fullSizedImage" src="http://i448.photobucket.com/albums/qq208/xb3ll3x/DSC03363.jpg" alt="" galleryimg="no" style="width: 500px; height: 363px;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img class="media" id="fullSizedImage" src="http://i448.photobucket.com/albums/qq208/xb3ll3x/IMG_7358.jpg" alt="" galleryimg="no" style="width: 500px; height: 363px;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;^Necklace given by HeiMern to the fencers! I think is has been 1 to 2 years now? The lil bean is so cool LOL. I remember her saying mine was more expensive because my name was longer hahahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img class="media" id="fullSizedImage" src="http://i448.photobucket.com/albums/qq208/xb3ll3x/DSC03367.jpg" alt="" galleryimg="no" style="width: 317px; height: 461px;" /&gt;&lt;img class="media" id="fullSizedImage" src="http://i448.photobucket.com/albums/qq208/xb3ll3x/DSC03369.jpg" alt="" galleryimg="no" style="width: 317px; height: 461px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img class="media" id="fullSizedImage" src="http://i448.photobucket.com/albums/qq208/xb3ll3x/DSC03410.jpg" alt="" galleryimg="no" style="width: 317px; height: 461px;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img class="media" id="fullSizedImage" src="http://i448.photobucket.com/albums/qq208/xb3ll3x/DSC03377.jpg" alt="" galleryimg="no" style="width: 317; height: 461px;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We got express tickets. And it feels really good to like cut the queue especially when the wait time is like what, 90 minutes? Who said money can't buy time LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I played almost every single ride, went almost every place. I rode the mummy coaster, Transformer and Cylon all at one go. Because it's the express queue, there was hardly any breaks in between so after completing cylon, I was like suffering from vertigo and wanting to puke so badly. But I didn't. Ha. Ha. I wonder who else is so stupid to chiong three rides at once really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img class="media" id="fullSizedImage" src="http://i448.photobucket.com/albums/qq208/xb3ll3x/IMG_7488.jpg" alt="" galleryimg="no" style="width: 500px; height: 363px;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img class="media" id="fullSizedImage" src="http://i448.photobucket.com/albums/qq208/xb3ll3x/IMG_7437.jpg" alt="" galleryimg="no" style="width: 317px; height: 461px;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img class="media" id="fullSizedImage" src="http://i448.photobucket.com/albums/qq208/xb3ll3x/IMG_7448.jpg" alt="" galleryimg="no" style="width: 317px; height: 461px;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img class="media" id="fullSizedImage" src="http://i448.photobucket.com/albums/qq208/xb3ll3x/IMG_7450.jpg" alt="" galleryimg="no" style="width: 500px; height: 363px;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img class="media" id="fullSizedImage" src="http://i448.photobucket.com/albums/qq208/xb3ll3x/DSC03345.jpg" alt="" galleryimg="no" style="width: 500px; height: 363px;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;^OMG THE BABY IS SOOOO CUTE I MIGHT JUST MAKE MY MISSION IN LIFE TO GIVE BIRTH TO A CUTE CHILD LOLOL. Nah jk LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img class="media" id="fullSizedImage" src="http://i448.photobucket.com/albums/qq208/xb3ll3x/DSC03405.jpg" alt="" galleryimg="no" style="width: 500px; height: 363px;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="fullSizedImage" class="media" galleryimg="no" alt="" src="http://i448.photobucket.com/albums/qq208/xb3ll3x/DSC03408.jpg" style="height: 461px; width: 317px; visibility: visible; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img class="media" id="fullSizedImage" src="http://i448.photobucket.com/albums/qq208/xb3ll3x/DSC03412.jpg" alt="" galleryimg="no" style="width: 500px; height: 363px;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="fullSizedImage" class="media" galleryimg="no" alt="" src="http://i448.photobucket.com/albums/qq208/xb3ll3x/IMG_7459.jpg" style="height: 363px; width: 500px; visibility: visible; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and, Cylon and Human were the two major roller coaster rides. Were they open long ago? Eh, I'm not too updated on that but I'm kinda regretting not getting on Human -_- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Should have played till I went green and puked my guts out. It looked so... got the rush you know. But please don't mistake me for an adrenaline junky, I'm far from that LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I enjoyed myself today though hehe. I screamed even on the babiest of rides because well, I can't do without screaming. I think my voice will be reeeeeeeeeeeeeal sexy tomorrow ^^ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND IM COLLECTING MY PAY TOMORROW LIKE FYEAH!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184640545580458678-621203310109649548?l=bitterbubblegums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184640545580458678/posts/default/621203310109649548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184640545580458678/posts/default/621203310109649548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbubblegums.blogspot.com/2011/12/thought-i-knew-you-for-minute-but-now.html' title='Thought I knew you for a minute but now I&apos;m not so sure.'/><author><name>m i r a b e l l e.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15666589275044687447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MRz8FrKvzTM/TsMV_0I-loI/AAAAAAAAB6o/zrGrVeQiWus/s220/IMG_6038.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184640545580458678.post-265667924577581720</id><published>2011-12-04T22:27:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T23:40:54.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Did I say something way too honest to make you run and hide?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 484px; HEIGHT: 363px" id="fullSizedImage" class="media" alt="" src="http://i448.photobucket.com/albums/qq208/xb3ll3x/IMG_7328.jpg" galleryimg="no" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went rollerblading again with Trisha today, just that this time round I went with the blades I bought! When I bought the blades, it never come across my mind to buy knee guards. Well, I regret it now because I had quite a fall and I scraped my knee. My palms too. Am I really so injury prone?? Lol I seriously need to rollerblade more. Not to injure myself further but to get the friggin' hang of moving on wheels!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 484px; HEIGHT: 363px" id="fullSizedImage" class="media" alt="" src="http://i448.photobucket.com/albums/qq208/xb3ll3x/IMG_7337.jpg" galleryimg="no" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 484px; HEIGHT: 363px" id="fullSizedImage" class="media" alt="" src="http://i448.photobucket.com/albums/qq208/xb3ll3x/IMG_7341.jpg" galleryimg="no" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess I'll avoid wearing shorts or skirts for the next one week LOL. Nothing that reveals my ugly scabbed knee. Which is not that bad because there's this mid maxi dress that's been hanging on my closet for some time... Hurhur.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had... Lunch/dinner @ Trisha's place, some spaghetti which was yummmmz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because of work, I think my body clock and mealtimes are screwed upside down inside out. Yesterday I spent my whole afternoon sleeping for a good 5 hours even though I woke up at 11pm. And I could still sleep at night. As for the meals part, I seem to be able to survive with just a meal at 3PM. Because after that, I won't even feel hungry in the least.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I see myself getting ill soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 484px; HEIGHT: 363px" id="fullSizedImage" class="media" alt="" src="http://i448.photobucket.com/albums/qq208/xb3ll3x/IMG_7327.jpg" galleryimg="no" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uhm. I guess that's all for today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know it's like, one moment you're on the top of the world and then life decides to throw in some challenges for you, and then everything starts going downhill? I feel like I'm skating down a steep slope where my brakes don't work and everything starts spinning out of control and all I can do is just pray I don't end up falling or tripping over some lame twig or crack on the pavement. Even if I do, at least spare me the pain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nvm, like ziman said, I shall be A MAN about it!! No pain's gonna bring me down and I guess I'll just keep trying trying trying and trying. Just wish I know what's runnin' through your damn head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 484px; HEIGHT: 363px" id="fullSizedImage" class="media" alt="" src="http://i448.photobucket.com/albums/qq208/xb3ll3x/IMG_7344.jpg" galleryimg="no" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh ya. You know they say old people often feel aches in their joints when it rains? My joints ached today when it rained, or when I was in an air-conditioned room. it's not exactly the first time, but I won't say I suffer from this... ailment everytime. Am I an old granny already??&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/8184640545580458678-265667924577581720?l=bitterbubblegums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184640545580458678/posts/default/265667924577581720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184640545580458678/posts/default/265667924577581720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbubblegums.blogspot.com/2011/12/did-i-say-something-way-too-honest-to.html' title='Did I say something way too honest to make you run and hide?'/><author><name>m i r a b e l l e.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15666589275044687447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MRz8FrKvzTM/TsMV_0I-loI/AAAAAAAAB6o/zrGrVeQiWus/s220/IMG_6038.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184640545580458678.post-935129778717688439</id><published>2011-12-03T19:08:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T11:13:55.961+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crap drabbles'/><title type='text'>Tell me somethin' that will haunt me when you're not around.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Tumblr_lvl7x3craz1qjuevro1_500_large" class="img" id="main_image" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/18709007/tumblr_lvl7x3craz1qjuevro1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And you stood there in front of me just close enough to touch.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Close enough to hope you couldn't see what I was thinking of.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Soft footsteps from a distance pulled my eyes up and there he stood, a good thirty centimetres towering over me. He looks down at me and at that moment, my stomach bottoms out, like I've just rounded the top curve on a roller coaster track. Could he read me like the big print in a kid's easy reader? My stupid girly crush must have been blatantly obvious. I knew I should have pulled my eyes away, but I can't quit looking. It always happens when he's anywhere near me - my eyes are on strings tied to his wrists. And it always reduced me to a ridiculous, blubbering pile of melting jelly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So the best I could manage was to pretend as if he doesn't affect me in the least - which is like saying I've never been affected by a bad hair day, or the itchy feel of weeds against my legs, or the cold from being in a cinema. He's something you just &lt;i&gt;have &lt;/i&gt;to get affected by - there's no overlooking about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I gave my attention to my cellphone, and never had I been so grateful for the entertainment a moving graphic display could bring despite the amount of battery it devours. But I knew his eyes were still on me, and I wondered if pretending helps to cover the burning of my ears. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"So... Where do we go?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;His voice forced me to part away with the swirling images. I glanced up and oh god, he's so beautiful. It makes me wonder if I've ever seen him so up close, like a camera zoomed in all the way. I'm afraid that with this thought running through my head, I must be as transparent as the glass door I spend hours on every day, wiping the gazillion hand prints imprinted on it at my part-time work place. I was so mortified - like some awfully girly bimbo - I can't think of a single word to say. With such a disability, I was almost convinced today was going to be the most awkward day - which basically translates to 'nothing is going to be okay day' - in the entire history of my pretty boring lfe. Should I be popping champagne bottles to celebrate?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He stares for a long while, the silence getting more awkward by the second. But he catches on soon enough though, because he says, "How about some ice-cream?" He flashes me a smile so warm, I don't think an ice-cream could remain cool enough. It makes me wonder why my legs were still standing and haven't gave way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I nodded, and walked alongside with him to the nearest ice-cream stand. It's a miracle how his smile that calmed me, brings an imperceptible smile to my lips. I'm surprised someone who screws up my insides and makes me feel like I'm suffering from vertigo is able complete a not so feasible task for many other guys out there with just a smile. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; He was able to give the assurance that everything is going to be okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184640545580458678-935129778717688439?l=bitterbubblegums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184640545580458678/posts/default/935129778717688439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184640545580458678/posts/default/935129778717688439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbubblegums.blogspot.com/2011/12/tell-me-somethin-that-will-haunt-me.html' title='Tell me somethin&apos; that will haunt me when you&apos;re not around.'/><author><name>m i r a b e l l e.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15666589275044687447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MRz8FrKvzTM/TsMV_0I-loI/AAAAAAAAB6o/zrGrVeQiWus/s220/IMG_6038.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184640545580458678.post-3620463728759345072</id><published>2011-12-02T23:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T23:44:20.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is this in my head? I don't know what to think but I'll be waiting.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="WIDTH: 397px; HEIGHT: 251px" src="http://i448.photobucket.com/albums/qq208/xb3ll3x/IMG_7185.jpg" width="517" height="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love with sepia, hurhurhur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the day away working. Buuuuut, I slept at 2AM last night so I got like 4+/5 hours of sleep before I had to rush to the MRT station and squeeze into the cabins. I hate peak periods -_-&lt;br /&gt;I slept throughout the whole ride, and when I reached my workplace I was still like gong. But I started toasting bread and taking orders anyway. My sleepy self just isn't that attentive though. Keyed in 3 wrong orders and I toasted my thumb LOL. Okay, I did not toast my whole thumb, just a part of it pressed against the toaster while I attempted using tongs to get the toast out. Now there's this small bruise-like wound there. I did not place it under running water so... It's hurting more than it should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am supposed to work next week too but I'm thinking if I should give myself a break. Getting sian of work already. And I can't believe the holidays are coming to an end soon. What have I acheived this holiday? Nothing. -_- I have not even prepared myself for next year's syallabus. My god. What great planning I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184640545580458678-3620463728759345072?l=bitterbubblegums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184640545580458678/posts/default/3620463728759345072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184640545580458678/posts/default/3620463728759345072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbubblegums.blogspot.com/2011/12/is-this-in-my-head-i-dont-know-what-to.html' title='Is this in my head? I don&apos;t know what to think but I&apos;ll be waiting.'/><author><name>m i r a b e l l e.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15666589275044687447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MRz8FrKvzTM/TsMV_0I-loI/AAAAAAAAB6o/zrGrVeQiWus/s220/IMG_6038.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184640545580458678.post-1887899273385779910</id><published>2011-12-01T23:59:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T02:00:46.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Falling for you, I knew and was already prepared to not be caught.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="fbPhotoImage" class="fbPhotoImage" alt="" src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/376522_2268671075866_1221268436_32030465_1254016908_n.jpg" width="484" height="363" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know, everyone on Facebook/Tumblr was like going "december, please be good to me" and stuff like that. Usually, I'd be like that too LOL. I mean, the start of a new month either makes or breaks the happiness that comes for the next 30 days, riiiiight? Oh so I think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Best Friend was telling me the night before that society nowdays is getting crazy and being delusional, asking the months to be nice to them and I agree, in a way LOL. I mean, it's quite true if you think about it. It's you who decides whether the start of a month will be good or not, not the friggin month itself. Hahaha thank you Best Friend for that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/385058_2267036955014_1221268436_32029682_12725213_n.jpg" width="484" height="353" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway I went to bake at Fengting's house today! Texted her the night before, hoping she would take me in as a disciple to learn baking from. On Flag Day, she brought some peanutbutter cookies she baked from home and it was really awesome. And since I wanted to bake cookies for someone, I got her to help me. Hahahah thank you ShiFu (Y)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/381534_2267040835111_1221268436_32029683_1174767778_n.jpg" width="484" height="363" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The baking session was with Fengting and Yeewah. Fengting's house seriously has ALL the things you need to bake. Weighing machine, mixer and you know those things like baking soda that costs $10 and only comes in a friggin' big can when you only need like 2/3 a teaspoon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The last time I tried baking, I failed so miserably. Wasted $40 bucks on the ingredients my god. -_- It tasted fine but... It looked like some fried up shit and I doubt anyone would want to eat that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/392821_2268540672606_1221268436_32030383_942282968_n.jpg" width="484" height="363" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/390006_2268540232595_1221268436_32030382_1865998971_n.jpg" width="484" height="363" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/375214_2268561633130_1221268436_32030390_2046579650_n.jpg" width="484" height="363" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We baked double chocolate chip cookies~ The cookies in the first batch were quite soft, but the ones that come after were fantastic. In between the intervals were we waited for the cookies to bake, we were mostly facebooking etc. Yeewah got totally bullied LOL. Chill girl, you know we love you :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But anyway, the cookies kinda like... escaped air (direct translation from chinese LOL. Ps I'm a failure) cause we did not put it in a box right after baking. From crispy it turned soft. Sadlife.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/374041_2268627514777_1221268436_32030427_292945771_n.jpg" width="484" height="363" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But yeah, it was still edible and smelt goddamn awesome you should be jealous you're unable to sink your teeth into the chocolately goodness. Hehe. Left Fengting's house @ about 5+ to head over to Causeway Point with Yeewah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeewah, please cheer up. That bastard is not worth your emotions. Leave him be, if he doesn't appreciates alright?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So.... Plan was to meet Jasper and DuanFeng for a movie. While it was still early, it was just me Jasper and Yeewah walking around in circles at Causeway. I bumped into Ziman with the primary school friends and Joleen with... someone I don't know. But wow. It's such a small world after all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/393378_2268709956838_1221268436_32030489_1758746895_n.jpg" width="484" height="363" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/376979_2268715356973_1221268436_32030491_2070373566_n.jpg" width="484" height="363" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After Yeewah left, DuanFeng came and we caught Already Famous! I initially thought the movie was going to be horrible cause well, it's a local movie and you know i know that Singapore's own productions are never really that great. The most recent local movie I watched was Forever Fever during literature class and well... It wasn't that great. Sorry but that's what I think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The movie exceeded my expectations though LOL. I loved it actually, ESPECIALLY THE CUTE GUY OMG I'M SO IN LOVE WITH HIS SMILE. Gah. You can die for just his smile!! Did I mention that when I caught Breaking Dawn with Joleen, we were laughing the loudest in the cinema? Well, today with Jasper, we were laughing at almost every damn scene even though no one else is laughing. His laughter is contagious. Period.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think they'd be the best movie partners? LOL. And Joleen of course, because we are forever laughing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really enjoyed myself to the fullest today, even though I did not like wear a dress and doll myself up or take very pretty pictures. In fact, I was in like the sec3 bintan camp tee and fbt and slippers lolol #cui&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/388371_2268598354048_1221268436_32030410_324477810_n.jpg" width="484" height="363" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/388168_2268603234170_1221268436_32030417_1792551733_n.jpg" width="484" height="363" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just... Loved today and I think I should really change my blog's title "dreading december". It seems like this december is gonna be a good one. Maybe all my fears were for nothing? Plus, chatting with Ziman every now and then on fb even for just a few minutes puts a smile on my face and I have no idea why a bimbo like her can do that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope the good days will continue, hahahah. Oh and the person I made the cookies for said they were awesome. I feel so happy I can just die peacefully now LOL. I think I'm starting to see angels.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's sad to think of the work I have to attend tomorrow. It like, totally spoils my mood man -_- Nvm, shall be happy as I go to bed hahah. Hope my parents don't think I'm like psycho as I smile to sleep. I don't know why but, I can't find any words to describe the overwhelming emotion I'm feeling today. It makes my lips curve upwards.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184640545580458678-1887899273385779910?l=bitterbubblegums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184640545580458678/posts/default/1887899273385779910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184640545580458678/posts/default/1887899273385779910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbubblegums.blogspot.com/2011/12/falling-for-you-i-knew-and-was-already.html' title='Falling for you, I knew and was already prepared to not be caught.'/><author><name>m i r a b e l l e.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15666589275044687447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MRz8FrKvzTM/TsMV_0I-loI/AAAAAAAAB6o/zrGrVeQiWus/s220/IMG_6038.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184640545580458678.post-4550189144169689629</id><published>2011-11-30T23:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T00:23:35.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If it's you, use me at your disposal 'cause I don't mind.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;It was Flag Day for me and a couple of students today! We were raising funds for Jamiyah Children's Home. I actually think that Flag Day is quite fun LOL. Though rather tiring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img class="media" id="fullSizedImage" src="http://i448.photobucket.com/albums/qq208/xb3ll3x/IMG_7157.jpg" alt="" galleryimg="no" style="width: 495px; height: 355px;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img class="media" id="fullSizedImage" src="http://i448.photobucket.com/albums/qq208/xb3ll3x/IMG_7158.jpg" alt="" galleryimg="no" style="width: 495px; height: 355px;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were supposed to go in pairs and I paired up with Ziman. Speaking of which, we met at like 7am today which is 45 minutes earlier than the intended meeting time with the others to have breakfast. Time shriveled away like paper on fire when we were sharing the drama over the past two weeks. She bought two pretty things for me ^^ Pity the gift she got for Zhiyi though, LOL. It's not a bad gift but... Well, just see the gift and you'll know what I mean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img class="media" id="fullSizedImage" src="http://i448.photobucket.com/albums/qq208/xb3ll3x/IMG_7159.jpg" alt="" galleryimg="no" style="width: 495px; height: 355px;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But anyway, I ended up being seperated from Ziman. My journey was like Khatib central &amp;gt; school &amp;gt; coffee shops &amp;gt; Yishun bus interchange &amp;gt; Yishun MRT &amp;gt; Woodlands bus interchange.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was damn embarrassing in the beginning. It was like all the people I approached (those who looked gentle or more giving) was like shaking their heads or saying "no thanks". Great slaps to my face man. Ziman said, "you must ask those look damn gl one, they confirm will donate" and so I tried. It worked wonders LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/384229_144808865626631_100002925559620_215606_116772989_n.jpg" width="495" height="355" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/386399_144808532293331_100002925559620_215599_701098598_n.jpg" width="310" height="461" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the most irritating kind were those who totally pretend you're invisible. Like, just say no la, don't make me feel like I blend with the surrounding air.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On and, I also like to conclude that the best place to do Flag Day are at bus interchanges LOL. Just ask the whole row of commuters lined up, waiting for the bus. There were a few times Fengting, Huishan and me got like slapped across the face by the whole row. Lol totally rejected. Coffeeshops are also not bad!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/390028_144810375626480_100002925559620_215644_1875944572_n.jpg" width="495" height="355" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the end I managed to give out all the stickers. That accomplishment seriously makes you feel so fly like a g6. After Flag day had dinner with Ziman, Zhiyi and Litong @ Jack's place. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img class="media" id="fullSizedImage" src="http://i448.photobucket.com/albums/qq208/xb3ll3x/IMG_7182.jpg" alt="" galleryimg="no" style="width: 620px; height: 465px;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="fullSizedImage" class="media" galleryimg="no" alt="" src="http://i448.photobucket.com/albums/qq208/xb3ll3x/IMG_7183.jpg" style="height: 465px; width: 620px; visibility: visible; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;^Pardon my sleepy face. Joleen said my eyes today were weird. They looked smaller. I think so too ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img class="media" id="fullSizedImage" src="http://i448.photobucket.com/albums/qq208/xb3ll3x/IMG_7171.jpg" alt="" galleryimg="no" style="width: 620px; height: 465px;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Met up with Joleen @5.40PM (I was late lololol) to watch BREAKING DAWN!! But... It wasn't that nice because I personally find half of the movie being filled with hugging and kissing and sex scenes. Everytime those scenes pop out ah, Joleen and me would be laughing because it's just so awkward LOL. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and Bella's father, I think he's my favourite character!! His face throughout the whole movie is epic and well, I think his face totally suits those tumblr #foreveralone pictures LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shopped a little after the movie and headed home after buying Breadtalk! Hehehe okay I shall end this post here. I need to rest up for tomorrow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And omg why is he so cute?! Joleen!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184640545580458678-4550189144169689629?l=bitterbubblegums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184640545580458678/posts/default/4550189144169689629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184640545580458678/posts/default/4550189144169689629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbubblegums.blogspot.com/2011/11/if-its-you-use-me-at-your-disposal.html' title='If it&apos;s you, use me at your disposal &apos;cause I don&apos;t mind.'/><author><name>m i r a b e l l e.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15666589275044687447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MRz8FrKvzTM/TsMV_0I-loI/AAAAAAAAB6o/zrGrVeQiWus/s220/IMG_6038.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184640545580458678.post-8100089065354636142</id><published>2011-11-29T19:24:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T20:43:08.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All I have to tell myself is, I'll be miserable at best.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/383681_2254354957972_1221268436_32023738_1243071155_n.jpg" width="484" height="363" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The four different people I will talk about today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's one crazy woman. Well, she was talking to fishes in the pond the first day I met her. Even up till today, I think the screws in her brain are still kinda loose. Should I mention that she screwed up my mental state too? She made me sing songs about octopuses and "fly" model planes made of wood. What else did she do? It's been a loooong time since we last talked. That is, if you do not consider random wall posts on facebook or smses asking "you got xxx's number?". But I believe that if we have a sleepover soon, we would still be the same insane girls as always. Can't wait to drown ourselves with cookies soon,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy. He is one gayish faggot but I love him. Well, I will slit my wrists till they fall off than confess this to him (the asshole will probably be super bhb about it). It's been FOREVER since I last talked to him. People got girlfriend then big already la. A funny dude and I stalked him when I was still in sec1 *LOL* because I thought he was cute. But LO AND BEHOLD, he was stalking me too!! Our weird friendship developed from mutual stalking. Not bad huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friendship with this woman is sliiiiiightly longer than the others. I miss her lame childish antics, even though she's not the childish anymore but still as lame. She left Spore not long ago. I already am missing her but will never admit it to her because she will go like, "aww bellebellez so swheet ah, lurb me sho much. Kekeke I'm so touched. *dabs tears with tissue*" or "eeyer I hear until my hair stand already la, so mushy!" Please stay safe girl, don't get too hyper over ferries wheels or kiddy rides. You're a grown up now *sobs* mummy kennot take care of you.&lt;br /&gt;Love, your Kohkoh. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAST PERSON. This asshole is the last because he is the most insignificant. Yeap, that's right. The only noob that has the auducity to whack me in class or well, simply abuse me. Ya la I'm forever fat, forever no one want to jio, and forever incapable of being a decent girl la k.We have not been talking though. The last time we did, I think he kinda snapped at me. It's fine, that's why he's an asshole LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/381900_2254347877795_1221268436_32023731_1548759100_n.jpg" width="484" height="363" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know who's the 4 people above? :) Feel free to make guesses on formspring LOL. I'll admit if you hit the bull's eye.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and to the 4 of you, I'm sure you know who you are. I know you guys read my blog, but probably once in a while?? Just want to let you all know I miss you but am too lazy to fb message or text. Afterall, it will be so awkward for you all to reply LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay can. Long post already. Ziman, interesting enough for you? LOL. K bye.&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, btw, work was shit today. Thank god for flag day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184640545580458678-8100089065354636142?l=bitterbubblegums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184640545580458678/posts/default/8100089065354636142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184640545580458678/posts/default/8100089065354636142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbubblegums.blogspot.com/2011/11/four-different-people-i-will-talk-about.html' title='All I have to tell myself is, I&apos;ll be miserable at best.'/><author><name>m i r a b e l l e.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15666589275044687447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MRz8FrKvzTM/TsMV_0I-loI/AAAAAAAAB6o/zrGrVeQiWus/s220/IMG_6038.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184640545580458678.post-3990512935333673728</id><published>2011-11-28T20:03:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T22:06:39.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll just tell myself you're one mistake I'll never regret.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="width: 484px; height: 363px;" src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/393409_2254254115451_1221268436_32023626_1036800403_n.jpg" width="484" height="363" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love red velvet cakes, ice-creams and yogurts. Do you? :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with Joleen yesterday. This post is delayed because, as usual, I was too tired.&lt;div&gt;I miss the dear girl!! She was away on a fencing trip to GuangZhou together with some other fencers for about 2 weeks. Those 13 days were hard to get by without her and Ziman *sobs* Sho many things happened I do not know where to start. Well, mostly bad, horrible, terrible, devastating things. (Oh god my repertoire of words is disgusting. I even had to google "how to spell repertoire". This is so embarrassing...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 347px; height: 461px;" src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/385231_2254257995548_1221268436_32023631_1799411015_n.jpg" width="347" height="461" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/390245_2254266155752_1221268436_32023641_404491270_n.jpg" width="484" height="363" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/387628_2254276436009_1221268436_32023654_921356798_n.jpg" width="347" height="461" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/387903_2254275595988_1221268436_32023652_620760095_n.jpg" width="484" height="363" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="width: 484px; height: 363px;" src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/s720x720/166930_2254284916221_1221268436_32023665_556815772_n.jpg" width="484" height="363" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="width: 484px; height: 363px;" src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/385224_2254282916171_1221268436_32023663_1368006311_n.jpg" width="484" height="363" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="width: 484px; height: 363px;" src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/310551_2254288596313_1221268436_32023669_75423472_n.jpg" width="484" height="363" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What better ways are there to rid the overwhelming unhappiness within us besides indulging ourselves in the goodness of ice cream? :) HAHAHA I DONT CARE IF I GET FAT ICE CREAM IS GOOD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ice cream is not good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I died after that. I should have known better than to eat something cold at this time of the month -_- I suffered horrible backaches and cramps after that. My body felt like it was splitting into two lol. I got myself steaming hot milo but it did not help. At all. WHY SO STUPID. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="width: 484px; height: 363px;" src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/390777_2254310276855_1221268436_32023690_193320691_n.jpg" width="484" height="363" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="width: 347px; height: 461px;" src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/377229_2254316397008_1221268436_32023696_160355103_n.jpg" width="347" height="461" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/392921_2254296076500_1221268436_32023674_2012936521_n.jpg" width="484" height="363" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/390673_2254302196653_1221268436_32023680_1339321181_n.jpg" width="484" height="363" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/313582_2254304596713_1221268436_32023682_573260979_n.jpg" width="484" height="363" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the complaints aside, I loved the shopping. Both of us bought a mad gorgeous chiffon toga for CNY. LOL a bit the fast ah, I know. Now I need a pair of heels to go along with it hurhur. Joleen was having a fantastic time jumping from shop to shop looking for shoez to go along with the dress. First time seeing her so happy and high, makes me feel bad for being shag/sianned because of the horrible cramps. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But girl, please keep on smiling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/316813_2254328997323_1221268436_32023710_99737469_n.jpg" width="347" height="461" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and Joleen bought these things for me while she was at GZ!! I'm someone who hardly buy gifts for anyone while I'm overseas so, I'm actually touched she thought of, and spent money on the likes of me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vintage stickers, peach flavoured lip balm, strawberry (hehe i love strawberries) facial masks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Ziman if you're reading this, thank you for thinking of me. I bet you missed me a lot. I don't blame you. Comparisons are easily done once you had a taste of perfection~ Don't miss your boyfriend more than me la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 484px; height: 363;" src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/302155_2254300036599_1221268436_32023678_1427614409_n.jpg" width="484" height="363" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/313119_2254342357657_1221268436_32023724_195556083_n.jpg" width="484" height="363" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 484px; height: 363px;" src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/380440_2254342997673_1221268436_32023725_1079298031_n.jpg" width="484" height="363" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;During the ride back home, I was sleeping the whole way. I wonder when was the last time I had a decent sleep in till late afternoon. Weeks? It's either work that pulls me up from bed at 6 in the morning or some lame problematic problems that keeps me up till 2AM. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went for work today. I was requested by the staff (yay!!). But... I can't believe I'm working on monday tuesday thursday friday -_- 4 days?! And the only reason why I'm not working on Wednesday is because I'm down for Flag day. Hahahahaha hi fatigue, it's nice to meet you and I know you'll be staying with me for a long time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/378427_2254344797718_1221268436_32023727_263733542_n.jpg" width="484" height="363" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But you know what is the most sian thing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Having to go back to school to collect/hand in overdued homework -_- Mrs Goh was actually so persistent to come and find me during my camp. Mr Ling is the cutest. He calls me EVERYDAY to say, "Mirabelle, where is your lens worksheet?" I'm not exaggerating when I say everyday. The funny thing is, I can totally imagine the funny awkward smile he always give in class over the phone LOL. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and BREAKING DAWN IS OUT ALREADY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ASDFGHJKL. Well, I'm not really an obsessed twilight fan. I just like it LOL. A week back, I spent the night rewatching every sequal. I need to watch breaking dawn now!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am Team Jacob. Was Team Edward but I switched LOL. JOLEEN KUAI DIAN LETS SO WATCH IT SOON.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184640545580458678-3990512935333673728?l=bitterbubblegums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184640545580458678/posts/default/3990512935333673728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184640545580458678/posts/default/3990512935333673728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbubblegums.blogspot.com/2011/11/ill-just-tell-myself-youre-one-mistake.html' title='I&apos;ll just tell myself you&apos;re one mistake I&apos;ll never regret.'/><author><name>m i r a b e l l e.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15666589275044687447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MRz8FrKvzTM/TsMV_0I-loI/AAAAAAAAB6o/zrGrVeQiWus/s220/IMG_6038.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184640545580458678.post-8882924049638104528</id><published>2011-11-27T11:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T12:43:10.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You can take your time, take my time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I came back from camp yesterday, but the fatigue was overwhelming me so... I'm blogging only now. It was a tiring 3 days but I believe we enjoyed ourselves!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I won't elaborate on every event because it's tiresome enough to do so in the proposal. I'll let the pictures talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 501px; height: 375px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/384474_2245537377538_1221268436_32018567_767225160_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 491px; height: 368px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/379706_2245602499166_1221268436_32018649_1728811657_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 497px; height: 372px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/388929_2245607339287_1221268436_32018653_965200305_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 511px; height: 383px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/385487_2245618939577_1221268436_32018662_314098445_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 510px; height: 381px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/385376_2245617739547_1221268436_32018660_1969394478_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 503px; height: 377px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/307269_2245637140032_1221268436_32018696_333430491_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 504px; height: 377px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/317695_2245668580818_1221268436_32018732_979211380_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 503px; height: 377px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/316775_2245701821649_1221268436_32018768_1175941543_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vinger, water, soya sauce, coke, fresh squeezed lemon and ice lemon tea. This game was a mostly based on luck. Which will you get? ^^ Before the camp, the camp committee together with the others that came early tried it out. Not bad huh LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 510px; height: 382px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/385148_2245778263560_1221268436_32018847_426778278_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 509px; height: 382px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/319911_2247217379537_1221268436_32019590_1167741985_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 508px; height: 380px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/388324_2247256460514_1221268436_32019652_1489728901_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 511px; height: 383px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/392857_2247290301360_1221268436_32019681_349040217_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Treasure haunt at night, but I hardly took any pictures because I was too busy attempting to scare the shit out of unlucky passers by LOL. I failed in trying to scare Yuefung's team -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 524px; height: 393px;" src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/390113_2247231739896_1221268436_32019612_300678925_n.jpg" alt="" class="fbPhotoImage" id="fbPhotoImage" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 520px; height: 390px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/387432_2247239180082_1221268436_32019623_1589903206_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 522px; height: 391px;" src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/377704_2247233099930_1221268436_32019614_1259587339_n.jpg" alt="" class="fbPhotoImage" id="fbPhotoImage" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 515px; height: 386px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/380374_2456324539781_1602128002_32314298_244589361_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 519px; height: 389px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/314945_2456350020418_1602128002_32314327_1928431698_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 517px; height: 387px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/377573_2456497304100_1602128002_32314421_1842398306_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 509px; height: 381px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/390209_2456501984217_1602128002_32314429_1004790696_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 522px; height: 391px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/375957_2456499424153_1602128002_32314424_1944121352_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 528px; height: 395px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/391114_2456508304375_1602128002_32314443_280964253_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 528px; height: 395px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/305723_2456591546456_1602128002_32314493_1943110393_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 546px; height: 409px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/311879_2456604146771_1602128002_32314513_1509460621_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 556px; height: 417px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/376792_2456637627608_1602128002_32314532_1846148191_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The relay race! We took a looooong time to prepare for this. I think we lacked manpower lolol. But I think the relay was fun LOL. Or maybe it was only fun for those who watched, but miserable for those who were playing it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 543px; height: 406px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/378472_2456752790487_1602128002_32314569_660753435_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="width: 539px; height: 404px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/308815_2456753750511_1602128002_32314571_599527751_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 539px; height: 404px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/388309_2456755270549_1602128002_32314574_495952260_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Egg delivery. Fengting and me thought of this game during our class chalet on 29th Oct LOL. Some rules were changed in this game. Each team was given some materials to "protect" their egg so that when they drop it from the 2nd floor linkway, it doesn't crack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 347px; height: 461px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/388935_2457024917290_1602128002_32314635_1488786669_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 476px; height: 356px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/307261_2457040317675_1602128002_32314659_258271156_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 484px; height: 363px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/385086_2247272580917_1221268436_32019672_41050457_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 538px; height: 403px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/382196_2247296061504_1221268436_32019684_579998368_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 539px; height: 404px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/382196_2247296061504_1221268436_32019684_579998368_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 530px; height: 397px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/308557_2247661390637_1221268436_32019907_783794503_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 534px; height: 400px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/379779_2247713911950_1221268436_32019983_59777471_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Watergames and finally camp lightstick!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All the skits were actually damn LOL, I had a good laugh. The whole camp lightstick ended with candies given by seniors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was movie time afterwards @ 4D classroom. They were playing a horror film, and it was optional as to whether you want to watch it a not. There were about... Less than 20 watching? I had no idea why I stayed in the classroom despite knowing I cannot handle horror films.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We watched Shutter. It'a a Thai horror film (yknow they always say thai horror shows are scary). Ha. Ha. Good job Mirabelle. Now you don't even dare to sleep with the lights off, fearing that someone under your bed might just slowly pull your blanket off you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it's an awesome movie, I guess. You should watch it ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 473px; height: 354px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/384477_2685463492953_1147371420_3183002_1999676772_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 3 was mostly just open house and some mass games. Break camp at about 3PM. I was sho tired. I think I only got a total of 7 hours sleep for both nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 470px; height: 352px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/381935_2685511974165_1147371420_3183041_1349055971_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 482px; height: 361px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/317676_2685510534129_1147371420_3183040_139126704_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Having said that, I think I'll take a short nap before meeting Joleen later. Expect a post tonight (: That is, if my laptop stops failing on me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and I got banned from using the tagging feature on facebook for 2 days because I was tagging too many people in a short amount of time. Whut iz dhis?!?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184640545580458678-8882924049638104528?l=bitterbubblegums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184640545580458678/posts/default/8882924049638104528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184640545580458678/posts/default/8882924049638104528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbubblegums.blogspot.com/2011/11/you-can-take-your-time-take-my-time.html' title='You can take your time, take my time.'/><author><name>m i r a b e l l e.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15666589275044687447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MRz8FrKvzTM/TsMV_0I-loI/AAAAAAAAB6o/zrGrVeQiWus/s220/IMG_6038.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184640545580458678.post-942627054681126241</id><published>2011-11-20T18:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T15:35:32.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And I'll sleep till May, knowing I don't wanna see the sun anymore.</title><content type='html'>Bought my rollerblades and loaned 8 books at the library yesterday. The bookworm side of me is starting to take over hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;I doubt I'll be blogging for the next 1 week. Meeting up with Fengting tomorrow to get some camp materials. Tuesday and Wednesday there's work. Thursday to Sat will be PSL camp. So.... Wait till then for an update?&lt;br /&gt;I can't for the week after next where I can finally have some me time to head out!!! I think I gotten over the noob phase lol. I cannot stand rotting at home and getting fat anymore. Oh and the fencers who went GZ will be back next sunday! Finally. I miss Joleen and Ziman. So many things had to happen when they were away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K gonna prepare to head out for work @ TGIF soon. Taking over Syaf's slot tonightz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184640545580458678-942627054681126241?l=bitterbubblegums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184640545580458678/posts/default/942627054681126241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184640545580458678/posts/default/942627054681126241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbubblegums.blogspot.com/2011/11/and-ill-sleep-till-may-knowing-i-dont.html' title='And I&apos;ll sleep till May, knowing I don&apos;t wanna see the sun anymore.'/><author><name>m i r a b e l l e.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15666589275044687447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MRz8FrKvzTM/TsMV_0I-loI/AAAAAAAAB6o/zrGrVeQiWus/s220/IMG_6038.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184640545580458678.post-1461110080095118014</id><published>2011-11-18T19:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T20:02:41.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girl, you should have known you don't stand a chance.</title><content type='html'>It's only 1947 but why do I feel like it's midnight already?? Today seems to go on forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work today was fine. I was actually glad for the distraction. Me no need free time to anyhow think things. The night before I did something really crazy and stupid. Ha. Ha. Good job Mirabelle. You just dug yourself a hole to fall into and will take forever to climb out. Applause for you. This is the first time I've ever seen someone being such an idiot. You should stab forks into your thighs or burn yourself with hot iron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry but I become a sarcastic bitch when I feel out of control. My way of coping, I guess? BUT IT'S OKAY I AM A STRONG AND WILL GET OVER IT WATCH ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be okay tomorrow. And I'm wondering why the hell am I divulging my feelings when I usually don't -_- K nvm time to eat ice cream and get fat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184640545580458678-1461110080095118014?l=bitterbubblegums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184640545580458678/posts/default/1461110080095118014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184640545580458678/posts/default/1461110080095118014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbubblegums.blogspot.com/2011/11/girl-you-should-have-known-you-dont.html' title='Girl, you should have known you don&apos;t stand a chance.'/><author><name>m i r a b e l l e.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15666589275044687447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MRz8FrKvzTM/TsMV_0I-loI/AAAAAAAAB6o/zrGrVeQiWus/s220/IMG_6038.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184640545580458678.post-7837529760652976576</id><published>2011-11-17T20:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T20:42:03.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So am I crazy, or do you feel this thing between us too?</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="width: 488px; height: 366px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/379866_2200788898854_1221268436_32000230_960815341_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye my dear nails. Although it has only been 6 days since we were on good terms (you not chipping off and me not doing anything to make you be chipped off), I had to get rid of you because of my job. I'm sorry. But don't worry, I'll give you a proper grave and bury you in soil. If I remember, I'll give offerings too. *dabs teary eyelids*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My nails are so short now it hurts -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K I'm not going to rant on about my nails. I don't think you readers visited my blog to hear me talk about my relationship with my nails right? Sooo....... I worked today, @ a cafe. Have I mentioned how much I love cafes? I like those kinda of places; the ambiance, food, coffee and all. But it was 10 hours long omg. But thinking about the pay... *smirks*&lt;br /&gt;The staffs there were very patient and friendly (they made me hot chocolate for breakfast). And they said I'm a fast learner hohoho. I think I'm gonna permanently work there, if that's possible. I mean, I memorised &lt;i&gt;almost&lt;/i&gt; their whole menu now and is and expert at toasting bread/sandwiches LOL. Well, if you consider an expert accidentally touching the hot iron more than 5 times today, nearly scalding herself, but produces awesome toasts ^^ I'm left with learning how to use the cashier.&lt;br /&gt;ANDDD MEMORISING THE DIFFERENT TYPES OF COFFEE IS SO MUCH BETTER THAN ALCOHOL. Like I'm ever gonna drink alcohol, bleh. At least coffee smells good.&lt;br /&gt;BUT. I don't know if the staffs there want me, or not ): There's this other Vietnamese girl of the same age as me that I'm working with (she guided me today), but she's much faster and efficient. I lose to her by like 90%? Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall put my best foot forward for tomorrow. I'm determined to excel in my work LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184640545580458678-7837529760652976576?l=bitterbubblegums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184640545580458678/posts/default/7837529760652976576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184640545580458678/posts/default/7837529760652976576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbubblegums.blogspot.com/2011/11/so-am-i-crazy-or-do-you-feel-this-thing.html' title='So am I crazy, or do you feel this thing between us too?'/><author><name>m i r a b e l l e.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15666589275044687447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MRz8FrKvzTM/TsMV_0I-loI/AAAAAAAAB6o/zrGrVeQiWus/s220/IMG_6038.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184640545580458678.post-4861912185275707643</id><published>2011-11-16T20:44:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T21:50:43.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do I mean something more than those girls you often talk to? Please say yes.</title><content type='html'>I am sooooooooooo tired from waking up at 8AM today. Less than 6 hours of sleep. It's no wonder why I'm starting to get dark circles. Please please please no eyebags for me.&lt;br /&gt;As planned, we went to rollerblading today! It's been a year (?) since I last slipped my foot into rollerblades haha. I only learnt how to rollerblade because NYAA requires me to, and I learnt it like last year? So yes I'm a noob. Btw I rented the blades, I dont have my own LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 467px; height: 350px;" src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/304205_2200741697674_1221268436_32000167_1816965582_n.jpg" alt="" class="fbPhotoImage" id="fbPhotoImage" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 466px; height: 349px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/389073_2200731457418_1221268436_32000155_1186956926_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 469px; height: 351px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/319910_2200746337790_1221268436_32000172_1118044973_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 469px; height: 351px;" src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/302276_2200750697899_1221268436_32000178_41525503_n.jpg" alt="" class="fbPhotoImage" id="fbPhotoImage" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beginning was T E R R I B L E .&lt;br /&gt;I was constantly tripping when my wheels came to a halt on those friggin' big cracks on the road because I went too slow. Thank god for the knee guard or else I would have scraped off 2943529o2743 layers of my skin by now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 481px; height: 360px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/305465_2200752737950_1221268436_32000181_1850610758_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 482px; height: 361px;" src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/314315_2200753297964_1221268436_32000182_1904765820_n.jpg" alt="" class="fbPhotoImage" id="fbPhotoImage" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 477px; height: 357px;" src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/377348_2200756618047_1221268436_32000185_1543203684_n.jpg" alt="" class="fbPhotoImage" id="fbPhotoImage" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Faster faster, I set timer already!! 10 shots!!" **attempts to rollerblade backwards, failed, and fell**&lt;br /&gt;During NYAA, if I remembered, they did teach us how to skate backwards. But I forgot -_- I think the best I can manage is some easy turns or swivels now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 488px; height: 365px;" src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/377279_2200758458093_1221268436_32000187_1722869048_n.jpg" alt="" class="fbPhotoImage" id="fbPhotoImage" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 494px; height: 370px;" src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/379954_2200761298164_1221268436_32000191_1344760710_n.jpg" alt="" class="fbPhotoImage" id="fbPhotoImage" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 493px; height: 369px;" src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/376523_2200765058258_1221268436_32000195_476008798_n.jpg" alt="" class="fbPhotoImage" id="fbPhotoImage" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 494px; height: 370px;" src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/376919_2200765978281_1221268436_32000197_446423173_n.jpg" alt="" class="fbPhotoImage" id="fbPhotoImage" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It got better eventually. Me and Trisha were happygirls96@parkskating hurhur. Actually, it has been quite some time since the both of us hung out... right? We were supposed to go to AFA11 (anime festival asia 2011) last friday but I didn't. The whole world is telling me how awesome AFA11 was (e.g: Joanne) and I'm thinking, why the hell did I go?!?! But oh well, at least I spent the day with Ziman and Joleen. It was worth it.&lt;br /&gt;Now to wait for another 365 days for AFA12. I WILL BE THERE NEXT YEAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 491px; height: 367px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/308609_2200769978381_1221268436_32000203_576347848_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 492px; height: 369px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/376179_2200768618347_1221268436_32000201_933116194_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 491px; height: 368px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/391671_2200771258413_1221268436_32000205_115733079_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After rollerblading, we ate @ PepperLunch, Trisha's intro :) Hahah yes it's my first time eating there lol. Student's special offer makes it only $4.50! Cheap cheap. (LOL sound like some auntie) I like the salmon pepper rice, yum.&lt;br /&gt;It rained afterthat. Thank you weather for not spoiling my day and my plans. Thank you mosquitoes for not sucking on my irresistible sweet blood that would probably amount to more revolting scars on my legs.&lt;br /&gt;If your scrutinise my legs in the pictures, you'll realise there are like, brown dots on my legs that resembles bruises. They're the mosquito bites actually, just that my nails are so itchy I scratched them till they bleed. Hahahah is this what you call '5 cent 10 cent'??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 506px; height: 379px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/381395_2200789618872_1221268436_32000231_1299424363_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 504px; height: 378px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/377910_2200787458818_1221268436_32000228_333003396_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 504px; height: 378px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/387099_2200791898929_1221268436_32000234_888646298_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I'm having a blocked nose now argh. I hope I'm not sick. I've got work tomorrow. With long working shifts = more kaching. But this time not with Syafiqah. And not at T.G.I.F. Oh wellz. I should stopping blogging and read a novel before I go to bed. I need the energy for tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant believe im waking up at 6am which is such an ungodly hour on a school holiday omg why i need my beauty sleep&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184640545580458678-4861912185275707643?l=bitterbubblegums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184640545580458678/posts/default/4861912185275707643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184640545580458678/posts/default/4861912185275707643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbubblegums.blogspot.com/2011/11/do-i-mean-something-more-than-one-of.html' title='Do I mean something more than those girls you often talk to? Please say yes.'/><author><name>m i r a b e l l e.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15666589275044687447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MRz8FrKvzTM/TsMV_0I-loI/AAAAAAAAB6o/zrGrVeQiWus/s220/IMG_6038.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184640545580458678.post-2862432619531916202</id><published>2011-11-15T23:39:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T00:48:25.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My mind forgets to remind me that I shouldn't fall in love with you.</title><content type='html'>Hi folks. I'm back in Singapore. Sorry to disappoint any readers who were looking forward to my posts these past few days.&lt;br /&gt;There was supposed to be a post on the 11th of november regarding dear ziman's birthday. But after the whole day's events, I was so physically drained I did not even have the energy to blog. I'm sorry once again. You can visit &lt;a href="http://eleventh-november.blogspot.com/"&gt;eleventh-november.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; if you're curious about the details of ziman's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 460px; height: 345px;" src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/308680_2197595699026_1221268436_31999146_1450012160_n.jpg" alt="" class="fbPhotoImage" id="fbPhotoImage" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually quite tired and lazy to post right now. It has only been a few hours since I came back and my throat's sore from the screaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 289px; height: 386px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/305339_2197558898106_1221268436_31999130_2038254035_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE OF THAT RIDE ABOVE. It's seriously the scariest shit ever. You should totally try it LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But well, I'm going to just post up some pictures, elaborate a little if I feel like it, and end this post. I'm actually missing Joanne, Vivien, Joleen and Ziman right now. Am I starting to get cheesy or whut? *smashes head into wall*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 450px; height: 337px;" src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/378459_2197577778578_1221268436_31999137_120556484_n.jpg" alt="" class="fbPhotoImage" id="fbPhotoImage" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^forcing him to take a picture w me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 448px; height: 336px;" src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/387205_2197585258765_1221268436_31999141_1286566953_n.jpg" alt="" class="fbPhotoImage" id="fbPhotoImage" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^successfully got rid of blanket&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 444px; height: 332px;" src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/305849_2197583258715_1221268436_31999140_352452448_n.jpg" alt="" class="fbPhotoImage" id="fbPhotoImage" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe the guy above is my new boyfriend. LOLJK.&lt;br /&gt;He's the asshole of a cousin I stayed up with last night talking about a lot of crap. Although this whole trip was supposed to be a "family" trip, my mum and dad didn't go, and neither did Bryan, who's the elder brother of this dude above. (yes bryan as in the 'shuai ge' who graduated from CCHY last year) This dude's name is Darryl btw. A year younger than me but is like 2 friggin' heads taller. 180cm++. -.-&lt;br /&gt;We were bad mouthing Bryan. LOL well not really. Just... well, Bryan and Darryl were the cousins I was closest to since the day I was born. But now that we are all grown up, we kinda drifted abit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I even telling you strangers part of my family background? This is sho weird LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 486px; height: 364px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/379944_2197480256140_1221268436_31999089_155165807_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 486px; height: 364px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/391224_2197543617724_1221268436_31999123_1204542405_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 495px; height: 371px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/321636_2197568658350_1221268436_31999134_754054976_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 503px; height: 377px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/381202_2197490296391_1221268436_31999097_1214520615_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip is basically full of bowling (which I am forever stuck at the 50-80+ point range), archery, shopping, psp and of course, thrill rides. I didn't get to try some of the rides though, like superman becuz dha weather waz a biatch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K something crappy just happened so I shall stop here and blog again tomorrow. I'm going roller blading with Trisha. Heheheh I don't need scrappy knees and bruises to beautify my fat scarred legs from being bitten by mosquitoes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184640545580458678-2862432619531916202?l=bitterbubblegums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184640545580458678/posts/default/2862432619531916202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184640545580458678/posts/default/2862432619531916202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbubblegums.blogspot.com/2011/11/my-mind-forgets-to-remind-me-that-i.html' title='My mind forgets to remind me that I shouldn&apos;t fall in love with you.'/><author><name>m i r a b e l l e.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15666589275044687447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MRz8FrKvzTM/TsMV_0I-loI/AAAAAAAAB6o/zrGrVeQiWus/s220/IMG_6038.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184640545580458678.post-6426701207926522184</id><published>2011-11-11T11:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T12:07:27.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The things I want to say but you'll never know.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="width: 444px; height: 333px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/317238_2393930661025_1633695558_2304287_606289652_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken with Joleen's itouch yesterday night around 11+++ PM while we were on 859.  Plan throwing-rubberball-at-ziman's-window-and-shouting-happy-birthday was a success! Our aiming was kind  of a failure though. We had to shoot a few times and in those few times, it did not hit the window. The only reason why Ziman like looked out of the window cause she saw something red like a ballooon bobbing outside lolol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fvUFRqQVSFs/TryXW5hF_gI/AAAAAAAAB6Y/E14IpXv4xP0/s1600/Picture0097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fvUFRqQVSFs/TryXW5hF_gI/AAAAAAAAB6Y/E14IpXv4xP0/s320/Picture0097.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673576050232524290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M_0znjsfrUI/TryXW6KYeCI/AAAAAAAAB6Q/tVGS9KhWyFI/s1600/Picture0096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M_0znjsfrUI/TryXW6KYeCI/AAAAAAAAB6Q/tVGS9KhWyFI/s320/Picture0096.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673576050405701666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway me and Joleen just finished soaking some hams in hot water. The cocktail we made is awesome too ^^v. Fyi, we are preparing food for the picnic later on with Ziman hehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;This girl called me at about 9AM plus while I was still asleep and well, after packing my clothes, I went to pick her up from the bustop and here we are, boiling Ziman's beloved eggs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday while both of us were at 413's void deck, we did take a few pictures and a vlog. I think Ziman will upload it up on her blog tonight. Until then, look forward to it ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K I think the eggs are almost done now. We should start working on the sandwiches. I shall blog again tonight about the picnic if I've got the mood :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184640545580458678-6426701207926522184?l=bitterbubblegums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184640545580458678/posts/default/6426701207926522184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184640545580458678/posts/default/6426701207926522184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbubblegums.blogspot.com/2011/11/things-i-want-to-say-but-youll-never.html' title='The things I want to say but you&apos;ll never know.'/><author><name>m i r a b e l l e.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15666589275044687447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MRz8FrKvzTM/TsMV_0I-loI/AAAAAAAAB6o/zrGrVeQiWus/s220/IMG_6038.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fvUFRqQVSFs/TryXW5hF_gI/AAAAAAAAB6Y/E14IpXv4xP0/s72-c/Picture0097.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184640545580458678.post-5543137334778110905</id><published>2011-11-10T23:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T11:25:47.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What if this is the last song?</title><content type='html'>Hi , so apparently Mirabelle typed the word "Hi" and she told me (Joleen), "eh, i don't know what to blog about leh... i take a long time to think of what to blog" and tadah! Joleen Germanotta snatched the lapiiex away from her and typed this out. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 487px; height: 365px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/388019_2176599294129_1221268436_31989572_1313796125_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 486px; height: 364px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/297749_2176577613587_1221268436_31989552_82031242_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 485px; height: 363px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/302034_2176829579886_1221268436_31989648_2024465927_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 487px; height: 365px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/385323_2176824259753_1221268436_31989645_1943529071_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi this is Mirabelle again. I just showed Joleen some Vocaloid music video. If you don't know what is Vocaloid, so google it :)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway we went grocery shopping just now for the tomorrow's picnic. Hahaha is it just me or do the fencers do grocery shopping more often than the norm?&lt;br /&gt;We spent quite a bit... Daiso has almost everything. From baskets to big rubber ballz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 499px; height: 373px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/381052_2176592293954_1221268436_31989566_771610877_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 500px; height: 375px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/296503_2176871260928_1221268436_31989678_487596341_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 508px; height: 380px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/380173_2176889381381_1221268436_31989688_92403756_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAHAHA sho excited!!!!! ^__^ &amp;lt; joleen&lt;br /&gt;Indeed we are excited!! K hi joleen here, mirabelle doesn't know what to blog about anymore... le sigh. #sadlifeformirabelle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh okay! Mirabelle is back now and she knows what to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;So... Tmr is our dear Ziman's birthday and we will be going for a picnic! I hope this outing planned by Joleen will go smoothly and well, may it be a memorable day for Ziman. After the 11th, all three of us (me Ziman Joleen) would be parting ways T.T&lt;br /&gt;K not really. Both of them will be going to GZ while I am going to Genting. Like so sian... BUT Joleen says she will miss me, and I think Ziman will too hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH AND IT'S 11:11 now!! Hehe someone must be missing me &amp;lt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 307px; height: 408px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/310911_2176575933545_1221268436_31989551_118029226_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 498px; height: 373px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/378434_2176861860693_1221268436_31989673_2052203538_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway Joleen is rushing me to leave my house now. We are supposed to throw a rubber ball at Ziman's window. It was initially grapes but... Kinda wasteful ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should only be seeing this post at like 11:59 because I drafted the post in such a way so that Ziman will not be able to know what is happening ^^.&lt;br /&gt;We are crafty best friends right? hehe k bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184640545580458678-5543137334778110905?l=bitterbubblegums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184640545580458678/posts/default/5543137334778110905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184640545580458678/posts/default/5543137334778110905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbubblegums.blogspot.com/2011/11/what-if-this-is-last-song.html' title='What if this is the last song?'/><author><name>m i r a b e l l e.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15666589275044687447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MRz8FrKvzTM/TsMV_0I-loI/AAAAAAAAB6o/zrGrVeQiWus/s220/IMG_6038.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184640545580458678.post-8865435758304610439</id><published>2011-11-09T10:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T10:30:51.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What use is it to you, what's on my head?</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/sFiGnvTu_68" allowfullscreen="" width="550" frameborder="0" height="270"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday's vlog. The camera angle was kinda fail but our voices are the main joke. Please enjoy! Pictures from yesterday and this vlog is credited to &lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" href="http://c0mplic4ated.blogspot.com/"&gt;c0mplic4ted.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 10 in the morning now and in a while, I'll be leaving for school to take my Physics SPA. I was supposed to meet Ziman Litong and Celestine for breakfast but my eyes refuse to peel open. It's a great trio to be out with before O level SPA. Zzz why did I not wake up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having a slight flu now btw. *sniffs* And my eyes are itching I can't help rubbing them. It's gonna be a bad day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184640545580458678-8865435758304610439?l=bitterbubblegums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184640545580458678/posts/default/8865435758304610439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184640545580458678/posts/default/8865435758304610439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbubblegums.blogspot.com/2011/11/what-use-is-it-to-you-whats-on-my-head.html' title='What use is it to you, what&apos;s on my head?'/><author><name>m i r a b e l l e.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15666589275044687447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MRz8FrKvzTM/TsMV_0I-loI/AAAAAAAAB6o/zrGrVeQiWus/s220/IMG_6038.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/sFiGnvTu_68/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184640545580458678.post-152003964706443520</id><published>2011-11-08T23:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T23:27:42.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's too late to think of the value of my life.</title><content type='html'>I am currently crackling like some witch with a blocked nose. I'm bending over, clutching my stomach with my sister because our failed covers of various songs is too... LOL. Like walao why I so out of tune??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 512px; height: 341px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LGTIftQKeKk/Trk5SDN0THI/AAAAAAAAB4E/Th92RQPrL9k/s1600/IMG_2209.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 499px; height: 331px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nw-Avx61NwQ/Trk5hJDDPVI/AAAAAAAAB4M/MhyZ4Bme7og/s1600/IMG_2210.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 504px; height: 335px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IpEcAVFpF5s/Trk5wV61q9I/AAAAAAAAB4U/F-xBDirJyDQ/s1600/IMG_2212.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 506px; height: 337px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fVPWKhf-FTk/Trk4xnd5GBI/AAAAAAAAB30/5fp-op3rdw8/s1600/IMG_2204.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 504px; height: 335px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q3mGPNqEV4s/Trk3ymQiTcI/AAAAAAAAB3U/T2OC9PEIsdI/s1600/IMG_2135.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ Celestine's place today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took a vlog, but it's not uploaded yet. I shall post it up once the upload is done. Until then, ciao. It's been a day of laughters and my stomach is tired from the muscle contractions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184640545580458678-152003964706443520?l=bitterbubblegums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184640545580458678/posts/default/152003964706443520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184640545580458678/posts/default/152003964706443520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbubblegums.blogspot.com/2011/11/its-too-late-to-think-of-value-of-my.html' title='It&apos;s too late to think of the value of my life.'/><author><name>m i r a b e l l e.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15666589275044687447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MRz8FrKvzTM/TsMV_0I-loI/AAAAAAAAB6o/zrGrVeQiWus/s220/IMG_6038.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LGTIftQKeKk/Trk5SDN0THI/AAAAAAAAB4E/Th92RQPrL9k/s72-c/IMG_2209.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184640545580458678.post-8696713923178312609</id><published>2011-11-07T22:17:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T01:16:07.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something like an imperfect picture memory.</title><content type='html'>I am amazed by my own speed in preparing myself for the day today. I was supposed to meet the girls at 1030 but I woke up at like 1010... Managed to brush my teeth, wash my face, pick out a dress, do my hair, slip on accessories and throw my necessities into my bag within 20 minutes before I made a dash for the bus. Usually, this would take an hour. LOL I'm serious. I reached about 5 minutes late?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 503px; height: 334px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/s720x720/166904_133010970139754_100002925559620_180150_1781845250_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 505px; height: 335px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/393334_133010906806427_100002925559620_180148_708447739_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 507px; height: 337px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/303762_133011116806406_100002925559620_180152_1197064417_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 506px; height: 335px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/385204_133012413472943_100002925559620_180171_847567663_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 506px; height: 336px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/310462_133012553472929_100002925559620_180174_2067502085_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.facebook.com/v/133041940136657" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="568" height="288"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^You should be seeing a vlog here and at the end of this... spam of pictures. If not just keep refreshing!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 490px; height: 367px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/317551_133015903472594_100002925559620_180228_980261566_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 488px; height: 365px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/389928_133016543472530_100002925559620_180245_765645011_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 489px; height: 366px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/374157_133016636805854_100002925559620_180247_746632279_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 480px; height: 360px;" src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/297884_133016703472514_100002925559620_180248_2075822017_n.jpg" alt="" class="fbPhotoImage" id="fbPhotoImage" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 247px; height: 184px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/375105_133017736805744_100002925559620_180286_79370217_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 237px; height: 183px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/382819_133017776805740_100002925559620_180287_296452162_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 482px; height: 361px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/376730_133017860139065_100002925559620_180289_712943273_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 483px; height: 361px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/302687_133018030139048_100002925559620_180292_2009867685_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 478px; height: 329px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/380545_133018316805686_100002925559620_180300_919320292_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 480px; height: 359px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/310920_133017120139139_100002925559620_180260_830133809_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 244px; height: 182px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/381186_133019196805598_100002925559620_180326_435713779_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 231px; height: 183px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/296431_133019403472244_100002925559620_180330_686785385_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 479px; height: 359px;" src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/301382_133019906805527_100002925559620_180344_1228112806_n.jpg" alt="" class="fbPhotoImage" id="fbPhotoImage" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 474px; height: 355px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/386952_133020900138761_100002925559620_180368_664688750_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 482px; height: 360px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/382169_133020756805442_100002925559620_180364_1314612101_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe our family portrait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 481px; height: 360px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/303053_133021086805409_100002925559620_180373_275070131_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 480px; height: 359px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/378725_133021130138738_100002925559620_180374_464617293_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 482px; height: 360px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/389979_133022020138649_100002925559620_180397_1849017358_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.facebook.com/v/133039213470263" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="568" height="288"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We each took turns to buy a maxi dress, as well as accessories to go along with it, hurhur. And as you can see, we went a lil crazy during the webcam session that we got so drained afterwards. I love my tribal dress! It's the black one~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 505px; height: 335px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/313668_132998263474358_100002925559620_179868_1077136464_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 506px; height: 337px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/300536_132999966807521_100002925559620_179908_1447512308_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 505px; height: 335px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/299528_133000763474108_100002925559620_179924_191039227_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 505px; height: 334px;" src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/309033_133001450140706_100002925559620_179936_952711782_n.jpg" alt="" class="fbPhotoImage" id="fbPhotoImage" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 500px; height: 332px;" src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/390732_133001543474030_100002925559620_179938_56006851_n.jpg" alt="" class="fbPhotoImage" id="fbPhotoImage" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 497px; height: 330px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/383181_133001053474079_100002925559620_179930_897729413_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movie: Tower Heist!&lt;br /&gt;Most of the trio shots were kinda... fail? Either auto focus fail or my arms too short or we were moving. Gomenasai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed today, really. LOL. The shopping, webcam session and the movie which is worth watching. It's hard to put the emotions into words, especially while I was out with the female epeeists today. It's like we were on sugar high. Ziman was really being a unglam troll. Like, just look at the pictures below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 478px; height: 358px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/316420_133016383472546_100002925559620_180241_430996075_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 478px; height: 358px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/316290_133021620138689_100002925559620_180386_1626648563_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 478px; height: 357px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/390064_133022146805303_100002925559620_180400_301693200_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which part of this picture is not troll-ish you tell me??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So people... Now the true side of ziman is revealed. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Jessica and Fithri left Ziman's place already, both me and Ziman were looking through the photos and it was hard to desist bursting out in laughters. Seriously buey tahan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I've been out for 12 hours and I suppose the exhaustion that comes after is only imminent...? That's a pretty long time for someone who is going through a semi-noob phase.&lt;br /&gt;Noob phase: A period of time where one acts and feels like a noob, dressing in lame t shirts w fbts and slippers and feeling too lazy to get their ass out of their homes. Staying home is the most appealing option for the day's activities. In short, nothing else compares to the comfort of home and getting fat from staring at the computer screen 24/7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the thought of Physics trial SPA tomorrow just makes me feel so SIAN. Why is something so lame and retarded like a trial SPA spoiling my mood???&lt;br /&gt;[post edit] BUT NVM. Somehow Small Eyes is cheering me up though the person is hardly doing anything. Hahahah. Thanks, if you are even reading this. (You should not be reading this anyway. You are not a stalker right?(; )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184640545580458678-8696713923178312609?l=bitterbubblegums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184640545580458678/posts/default/8696713923178312609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184640545580458678/posts/default/8696713923178312609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbubblegums.blogspot.com/2011/11/something-like-imperfect-picture-memory.html' title='Something like an imperfect picture memory.'/><author><name>m i r a b e l l e.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15666589275044687447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MRz8FrKvzTM/TsMV_0I-loI/AAAAAAAAB6o/zrGrVeQiWus/s220/IMG_6038.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184640545580458678.post-6084204542468088223</id><published>2011-11-07T00:42:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T01:45:59.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My heart's a stereo that beats for you so listen close.</title><content type='html'>Hi readers. Mirabelle is here to blog even though she's in her smelly work clothes and has just reached home from hell with her legs aching. She has decided to dedicate more of her time to blogging now that it's the holidays, so you can expect frequent updates? She will make an effort or try to post daily, hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I spent the afternoon at Ziman's place doing nothing at all. But the company was enjoyable. I want a dslr so friggin bad!!!! Zhi Yi came by later for a while before we parted ways - Ziman to her grandma's place, Zhi Yi to home, and me to heeren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 414px; height: 310px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/305119_132471850193666_100002925559620_177944_700415212_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met Syafiqah on the MRT and we were excited/panicky during the ride. Um, have I mentioned I'm addicted to vlogs? I believe so. I love creating vlogs simply because it not only allows you to hear how horrible/wonderful the vlogger's voice sound like, but it also captures the essence of that very moment - the gaitey and priceless seconds with the emancipated expressions more likely unglam than glamorous which could only be caught on camera in just that short span of time. It's like everything you felt and experienced in that moment has been captured on film will exist forever. Those feelings then will also regurgitate when you hit the replay button. I mean, for me, I still laugh or smile to myself when I rewatch the vlogs. *eheheheh* It can't be because I'm crazy, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, we created the vlog on the train. Kinda embarrassing but, it's like we were too delirious to bother about the passengers giving us weird looks. And neither did we bother about our looks because... Let's just put the bimbo side of us aside for today, shall we?&lt;br /&gt;(pardon the video quality. syaf's iphone screen cracked)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.facebook.com/v/285677464788604" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="568" height="288"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the next vlog is after our working shifts were over. Once again, pardon the video quality and our.. Appearance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.facebook.com/v/285826588107025" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="568" height="288"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm that close to my mama and papa that I can vlog with Syafiqah with them hearing every single word we said. Well, not &lt;i&gt;everything&lt;/i&gt;, but yeah, most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the overall experince was enriching albeit tiring. I have no regrets despite my many complaints. Aside from a few terse and austere managers, I really like the staffs there. They are really hospitable and they don't make me feel like a typical first-day-at-work-noobie. Like at the beginning, they got both me and Syaf to join in in singing a birthday song &lt;i&gt;the TGIF way&lt;/i&gt; for a consumer which is superrrr cool. I wonder if I'll get to work at TGIF again the next time. Hmm....&lt;br /&gt;If you ask me whether I'd like to work there again, it's really a yes and no. The amount of effort is kinda not worth the peanuts they pay buuuuut, it's fun if you can deal with downsides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tumblr.com/photo/1280/12421361437/1/tumblr_lu8y6fUcoh1qbln7q"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 448px; height: 299px;" src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lu8y6fUcoh1qbln7qo1_500.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a long post already, isn't it? And I have yet to bathe.... Hahah stinkybubblegums@blogspot.com at your service.&lt;br /&gt;Alright. I should call it a day. It's like past midnight. The vlog should be enough to express both of our emotions hahaha. Please expect more vlogs from me/others in the future!! Oh and how's the new skin? *winks*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184640545580458678-6084204542468088223?l=bitterbubblegums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184640545580458678/posts/default/6084204542468088223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184640545580458678/posts/default/6084204542468088223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbubblegums.blogspot.com/2011/11/my-hearts-stereo-that-beats-for-you-so.html' title='My heart&apos;s a stereo that beats for you so listen close.'/><author><name>m i r a b e l l e.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15666589275044687447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MRz8FrKvzTM/TsMV_0I-loI/AAAAAAAAB6o/zrGrVeQiWus/s220/IMG_6038.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184640545580458678.post-5491155749722023935</id><published>2011-11-05T23:28:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T11:42:02.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Like a film without a sound.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.facebook.com/v/132104396897078" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="568" height="288"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am addicted to creating vlogs, like, really &amp;lt;:&lt;br /&gt;As stated in the vlog, it was our 4th try. PS for the fact that I kept staring at the floor. The ants crawling about the floor were too intriguing LOL. Buuuuuut, the awkwardness aside, it was kinda entertaining right right right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 515px; height: 342px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/381976_132082576899260_100002925559620_176413_562206894_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="visibility: visible; height: 287px; width: 432px;" id="fullSizedImage" class="media" alt="" src="http://i448.photobucket.com/albums/qq208/xb3ll3x/anigif2.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^I cannot stop laughig at this when I look at Ziman. I wonder why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway say hi to my new found love, ever since the appearance of Ziman's DSLR: gifs!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 497px; height: 330px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/386335_132083460232505_100002925559620_176434_1148938703_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="visibility: visible; height: 287px; width: 432px;" id="fullSizedImage" class="media" alt="" src="http://i448.photobucket.com/albums/qq208/xb3ll3x/anigif5.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 525px; height: 349px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/376868_132085726898945_100002925559620_176484_2080981375_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="visibility: visible; height: 287px; width: 432px;" id="fullSizedImage" class="media" alt="" src="http://i448.photobucket.com/albums/qq208/xb3ll3x/anigif6.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is your computer lagging from too many gifs? O: I hope not.&lt;br /&gt;While I was editing the photos into gifs, I was being an unglam ass behind the computer screen the whole time, laughing and snorting at the same time every few minutes. Even my sister thinks I'm crazy. Well, I'm sorry if you don't find the humour as I do in all these gifs. I'm a person who laughs easily *shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="visibility: visible; height: 287px; width: 432px;" id="fullSizedImage" class="media" alt="" src="http://i448.photobucket.com/albums/qq208/xb3ll3x/anigif8.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img class="media" id="fullSizedImage" src="http://i448.photobucket.com/albums/qq208/xb3ll3x/anigif9.gif" alt="" style="width: 432px; height: 287px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This notsolonelygirl in the pictures actually missed me since I haven't  been in school for the past three days. Like hehehehe *giggles* K nvm  that's gay.&lt;br /&gt;We were supposed to be swimming... But we only swam like 2 laps? LOL.  The rest of the time was spent on chit-chatting. And we actually spent  quite a number of hours inside the pool of chlorine. Our fingers were  all pruny when we left the pool for the suana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="visibility: visible; height: 287px; width: 432px;" id="fullSizedImage" class="media" alt="" src="http://i448.photobucket.com/albums/qq208/xb3ll3x/anigif10.gif" /&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;img style="visibility: visible; height: 287px; width: 432px;" id="fullSizedImage" class="media" alt="" src="http://i448.photobucket.com/albums/qq208/xb3ll3x/anigif11.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and wait, while we were at the pool, there was this lil caucasian boy with his daddy. The boy is damn cute!!! *drools* Ahhhh he will grow up to be a prince-charming-lookalike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 524px; height: 348px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/388866_132074493566735_100002925559620_176219_622937256_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="visibility: visible; height: 287px; width: 432px;" id="fullSizedImage" class="media" alt="" src="http://i448.photobucket.com/albums/qq208/xb3ll3x/anigif12.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K so back to the suana. (Damn, I think this post is so disorganised in terms of its chronological order. And I can't stand things being &lt;i&gt;too&lt;/i&gt; disorganised. And I think my english is horrible too. Whatthehell is wrong with my sentence structure??)&lt;br /&gt;This bitch actually spurt the water that was originally in her mouth right at my face. TWICE!! Talk about disgusting...&lt;br /&gt;We stayed inside till the air we starting breathing in felt like our sweat, and the skin above our upper lip felt like it was burning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="visibility: visible; height: 287px; width: 432px;" id="fullSizedImage" class="media" alt="" src="http://i448.photobucket.com/albums/qq208/xb3ll3x/anigif13.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 523px; height: 347px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/390916_132077003566484_100002925559620_176288_502271906_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 525px; height: 349px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/318328_132077746899743_100002925559620_176310_1142753307_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lu74zv3wO31qab5wso5_500.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our early dinner @ admiralty's KFC, we decided to head back to Sembawang on foot! It was enjoyable actually. I wouldn't mind spending a day or two in a week walking home with a friend while we just chat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lu74zv3wO31qab5wso6_500.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 529px; height: 351px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/390436_132080086899509_100002925559620_176369_1815654484_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a total of.... 15 gifs. Hurhur. I deleted some cause I released my blog lags each time I scroll so this much shall do.&lt;br /&gt;Man, this blogpost took me close to 3 friggin hours because the uploading of the gifs took like forever... And the first time I finished the post, there was a connection error and blogger did not auto save my blogpost so I had to retype everything halfway. It sucks. So please appreciate this post that was created with love haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[post-edit] You should visit eleventh-november.blogspot.com if you have not because her post on today is so much more detailed than mine. And it just.... makes you want to read. K? K.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184640545580458678-5491155749722023935?l=bitterbubblegums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184640545580458678/posts/default/5491155749722023935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184640545580458678/posts/default/5491155749722023935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbubblegums.blogspot.com/2011/11/like-film-without-sound.html' title='Like a film without a sound.'/><author><name>m i r a b e l l e.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15666589275044687447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MRz8FrKvzTM/TsMV_0I-loI/AAAAAAAAB6o/zrGrVeQiWus/s220/IMG_6038.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184640545580458678.post-8239543876757192287</id><published>2011-11-05T19:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T19:23:12.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To all the girls and the boys.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ducD311sC3A/TrUccN_PQXI/AAAAAAAAB6E/lY7rd7z6Abo/s1600/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-11-05%2Bat%2B19.20.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ducD311sC3A/TrUccN_PQXI/AAAAAAAAB6E/lY7rd7z6Abo/s320/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-11-05%2Bat%2B19.20.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671470576859824498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JESo5uIz0us/TrUcbpIEPNI/AAAAAAAAB54/CWUlPl3xAAw/s1600/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-11-05%2Bat%2B19.21%2B%25232.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JESo5uIz0us/TrUcbpIEPNI/AAAAAAAAB54/CWUlPl3xAAw/s320/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-11-05%2Bat%2B19.21%2B%25232.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671470566964739282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YLutWVqjqKA/TrUcbd-XCfI/AAAAAAAAB5s/zsguJVLsum8/s1600/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-11-05%2Bat%2B19.21%2B%25233.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YLutWVqjqKA/TrUcbd-XCfI/AAAAAAAAB5s/zsguJVLsum8/s320/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-11-05%2Bat%2B19.21%2B%25233.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671470563971238386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TfNbh-UlA5Y/TrUcbLm1T4I/AAAAAAAAB5g/sxlAiX-JNpM/s1600/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-11-05%2Bat%2B19.21%2B%25234.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TfNbh-UlA5Y/TrUcbLm1T4I/AAAAAAAAB5g/sxlAiX-JNpM/s320/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-11-05%2Bat%2B19.21%2B%25234.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671470559040720770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TfNbh-UlA5Y/TrUcbLm1T4I/AAAAAAAAB5g/sxlAiX-JNpM/s1600/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-11-05%2Bat%2B19.21%2B%25234.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi this is Mirabelle and I'm currently @ Ziman's place blogging becuz she "demanded an update for my blog".&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hi everyone I'm Ziman. ^_^ Ohkay anyway that woman is currently camwhoring with my camera while I'm updating for her. Well, she'll see this later but anyway mirabelle, all the best for your first night of work tomorrow! Everyone please support her at TGIF @Heeren, go and have dinner there from 7PM-11PM ^__^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I spent a day with her, and she'll blog again later when she reaches home! Haha, can't wait to see her again tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a good evening folks ^_^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xx&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/8184640545580458678-8239543876757192287?l=bitterbubblegums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184640545580458678/posts/default/8239543876757192287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184640545580458678/posts/default/8239543876757192287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbubblegums.blogspot.com/2011/11/to-all-girls-and-boys.html' title='To all the girls and the boys.'/><author><name>m i r a b e l l e.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15666589275044687447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MRz8FrKvzTM/TsMV_0I-loI/AAAAAAAAB6o/zrGrVeQiWus/s220/IMG_6038.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ducD311sC3A/TrUccN_PQXI/AAAAAAAAB6E/lY7rd7z6Abo/s72-c/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-11-05%2Bat%2B19.20.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184640545580458678.post-8050977735481981808</id><published>2011-11-04T23:06:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T23:48:32.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The crown that bears all sins.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.facebook.com/v/284902151532802" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="518" height="238"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall let the vlog do the talking for this post. A fore-warning: it's damn bimbotic.&lt;br /&gt;So yes, T.G.I.F on Sunday. Though I personally find the pay peanuts (I'm greedy), I guess it's better than no pay at all. The clumsy me better not drop any plates cuz I prolly won't have enough $$$ to reimburse for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurhur. Looking forward to the sunday~ &lt;br /&gt;OH AND ANYONE HAS A BLACK POLO TEE?! I need it like now.... Please lmk if you have one and it's available for me to loan. Thankew.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184640545580458678-8050977735481981808?l=bitterbubblegums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184640545580458678/posts/default/8050977735481981808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184640545580458678/posts/default/8050977735481981808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbubblegums.blogspot.com/2011/11/crown-that-bears-all-sins.html' title='The crown that bears all sins.'/><author><name>m i r a b e l l e.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15666589275044687447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MRz8FrKvzTM/TsMV_0I-loI/AAAAAAAAB6o/zrGrVeQiWus/s220/IMG_6038.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184640545580458678.post-2612531785744639529</id><published>2011-11-03T18:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T19:23:16.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And it all comes down to nothing.</title><content type='html'>...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been staring at Blogger's create post tab for about 5 minutes now... And nothing comes into my head. I have no idea what to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;This actually happens more often than I'd like to divulge (okay maybe not &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; often. It happens usually when I have been a lazy ass all day confining myself within the three walls and one door of my room). My posts  go on to about 4 to 5 sentences long before I hit the backspace key, thinking that the whole post till now sounds contrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's happening right now. Is this what you call a blogger's block? -_- A writer's block is hair-wrenching enough...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sighs loudly* I shall blog again tomorrow. There's this... Job training I'd be attending together with Syafiqah and Zhihe. I wonder what crap of a restaurant will I wound up with. Me no like wearing ugly baggy black trousers to entertain customers with some geng-sai smile when later I have to scrub dirty dishes at the kitchen's sink ): Why can't I get a promoter/sales girl job or something like that.... At least that's something I'm good at. As a waitress, I think I might end up breaking glasses and plates lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT IT'S OKAY. I SHALL DO IT FOR THE SAKE OF MONEY. For money, this is worth enduring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184640545580458678-2612531785744639529?l=bitterbubblegums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184640545580458678/posts/default/2612531785744639529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184640545580458678/posts/default/2612531785744639529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbubblegums.blogspot.com/2011/11/and-it-all-comes-down-to-nothing.html' title='And it all comes down to nothing.'/><author><name>m i r a b e l l e.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15666589275044687447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MRz8FrKvzTM/TsMV_0I-loI/AAAAAAAAB6o/zrGrVeQiWus/s220/IMG_6038.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184640545580458678.post-5526678532485221483</id><published>2011-10-31T21:07:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T21:59:20.009+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The beauty of the world cuts the heart asunder.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img class="media" id="fullSizedImage" src="http://i448.photobucket.com/albums/qq208/xb3ll3x/IMG_6051.jpg" alt="" style="width: 496px; height: 372px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img class="media" id="fullSizedImage" src="http://i448.photobucket.com/albums/qq208/xb3ll3x/IMG_6057.jpg" alt="" style="width: 499px; height: 373px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to see my blackheads surfacing and like, dropping off, when they were originally sunk deep into the depths of the pores of my skin. Like f-iiiiiiiina-ally! It's been 3 weeks since the skin doctor diagnosed some med for my face and I'm seeing some improvement here, though imperceptible.&lt;br /&gt;In the past, I used oxy, neutrogena, clean&amp;amp;clear etc etc. You name it, I've used it. But they all failed on me. It kinda feels like I was born to have acne on my face. Oh and by the way, acne and pimples are the same thang. The doctor taught that to me LOL. I used to think that acne was a serious case of pimples, but well, I guess not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just another.... 5 more months to go? It's a loooong time but it's okay.  Good things come to those who are patient. Hurhur. Perfect skin, you're  gonna be all mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img class="media" id="fullSizedImage" src="http://i448.photobucket.com/albums/qq208/xb3ll3x/IMG_6023.jpg" alt="" style="width: 505px; height: 378px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img class="media" id="fullSizedImage" src="http://i448.photobucket.com/albums/qq208/xb3ll3x/IMG_6055.jpg" alt="" style="width: 506px; height: 380px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img class="media" id="fullSizedImage" src="http://i448.photobucket.com/albums/qq208/xb3ll3x/IMG_6059.jpg" alt="" style="width: 500px; height: 375px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few hours back, I went to drop a roll of film @Bugis for it to be developed. The film was from the holga 120CFN I'm using. My heart feels all bubbly from excitement LOL. I can't wait to see how the pictures turn out. I mean, a roll of film costs like $7 and the developing cost is like another $8 on top of the $7. Pretty cheap huh?&lt;br /&gt;I hope it turns out good... No, I want it to be awesome. I don't wanna burn $15 just like that. It's like my 3 days worth of allowance...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of cameras, I'm considering whether I should get a dslr or more toy cameras. Photography isn't just some play-thing to me so, when I said I'm considering a dslr, I really mean it. $1000 for camwhoring is a liiiiitle bogus, don't ya think? I have already planned several photography trips for my holga.&lt;br /&gt;Then there's this 3 lens camera, and diana, and lomo, and polariod. They are all just so.... pretty-making. Suggestions, anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img class="media" id="fullSizedImage" src="http://i448.photobucket.com/albums/qq208/xb3ll3x/IMG_6068.jpg" alt="" style="width: 499px; height: 374px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway my speech is currently influenced by this book I'm reading. Pretties by Scott Westerfeld. A pretty good read, if you ask me. All that &lt;i&gt;pretty-talk&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;pretty-thinking&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;pretty people&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;bubbly&lt;/i&gt; things are reaaaally getting into my head.&lt;br /&gt;I may not be a pretty face, but at least my hair looks good wherever I toss it. Hurhur.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184640545580458678-5526678532485221483?l=bitterbubblegums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184640545580458678/posts/default/5526678532485221483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184640545580458678/posts/default/5526678532485221483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbubblegums.blogspot.com/2011/10/beauty-of-world-cuts-heart-asunder.html' title='The beauty of the world cuts the heart asunder.'/><author><name>m i r a b e l l e.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15666589275044687447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MRz8FrKvzTM/TsMV_0I-loI/AAAAAAAAB6o/zrGrVeQiWus/s220/IMG_6038.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184640545580458678.post-8314541436991842875</id><published>2011-10-30T23:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T23:48:35.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The epitome of forever.</title><content type='html'>I spent this weekend @ Downtown's coasta sands with my ex-classmates. It was the second class chalet for us in a year. Though there was lesser people in numbers and things were not as crazy as the previous chalets we had, it was still memorable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 543px; height: 360px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/308106_282689225087428_100000390571423_944867_862018228_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 550px; height: 365px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/314298_282689561754061_100000390571423_944872_216995748_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 551px; height: 365px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/392525_282693308420353_100000390571423_944911_1245286247_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 550px; height: 412px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/314546_2550551000225_1147371420_3103881_340801576_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Card games, targeting the kind soul Eric who opened the door for some of us with this party-spray thingy, watching movie after midnight, snapping pictures away @ 5AM and finally checking out @ about 9AM for breakfast. We went pasir ris park to cycle after breakfast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 544px; height: 360px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/305098_282696091753408_100000390571423_944962_663075626_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 543px; height: 360px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/377833_282696198420064_100000390571423_944963_184028967_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 544px; height: 360px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/311714_282696645086686_100000390571423_944968_513350434_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 549px; height: 364px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/389711_282696721753345_100000390571423_944969_1454808006_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 546px; height: 361px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/308296_282696905086660_100000390571423_944971_2097028997_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 549px; height: 364px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/391504_282696955086655_100000390571423_944972_574340411_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^At like 5AM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 561px; height: 372px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/312979_282698538419830_100000390571423_944993_107369644_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^after sunrise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 558px; height: 370px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/s720x720/166979_282699421753075_100000390571423_945005_907523054_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^the overnighters. + Kelvin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 556px; height: 369px;" src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/380906_282699975086353_100000390571423_945012_394648526_n.jpg" alt="" class="fbPhotoImage" id="fbPhotoImage" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 560px; height: 371px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/321529_282700245086326_100000390571423_945015_696086708_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 559px; height: 371px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/377182_282700335086317_100000390571423_945016_330568513_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... I don't know how to cycle and neither does Yee Wah. I'm sorry but I'm just a coward like that and I refuse to learn how to cycle for the fear of falling. So both of us took the double bicycles? Yee Wah was with Christian while I was with Kelvin. When I got off the bike afterwards, my legs felt jelly and I was wobbling in my walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 546px; height: 367px;" src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/319145_282700541752963_100000390571423_945018_1680157089_n.jpg" alt="" class="fbPhotoImage" id="fbPhotoImage" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 555px; height: 405px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/387510_282700635086287_100000390571423_945019_1362302910_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 559px; height: 371px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/391829_282700855086265_100000390571423_945022_1990549732_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took the train back and I knew I was dead by then. I'm not sure about the rest LOL. But upon reaching home, I almost collapsed immediately. I fell asleep somewhere around 5pm and woke up at 10pm+ only cause my mum asked me to get off her bed. I think everyone is as dead as me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's ECP tomorrow....... I'm not looking forward to it at all -_- k nvm. Anyway I should remind myself to go to visit the library soon. I need to borrow some puzzle game Joanne has installed in Vivien's laptop which I had been playing through the night. I was forever stuck at lvl 13 -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should hit the covers now. Although I was sleeping till an hour ago, I think I'm still that tired enough to sleep another good 6 hours. Hahahaha win. Anyway sorry to Ziman and Joleen for missing the steamboat x.x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184640545580458678-8314541436991842875?l=bitterbubblegums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184640545580458678/posts/default/8314541436991842875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184640545580458678/posts/default/8314541436991842875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbubblegums.blogspot.com/2011/10/epitome-of-forever.html' title='The epitome of forever.'/><author><name>m i r a b e l l e.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15666589275044687447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MRz8FrKvzTM/TsMV_0I-loI/AAAAAAAAB6o/zrGrVeQiWus/s220/IMG_6038.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184640545580458678.post-5749256278605326727</id><published>2011-10-27T20:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T20:43:09.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You may be the marionette for everyone, but I'd rather die before I become your puppet.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lsz3tpEu221qe3i2zo1_400.gif" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is just... Terrible to me. I have to deal with this pressure, that pressure and trying to juggle my time. Even though I've been trying hard (though probably not hard enough), someone just had to tell me in the face that I'm not prioritising my time well and I do not know my priorities. Like, what the hell? Since when do you decide what my priorities are and which is more important? Well, reality check: &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; is the least of my priorities and I'm only going cause I'm obliged to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It must be boring to hear me complain, isn't it? *sigh* I apologise. But then I guess every cloud has a silver lining. The support from my friends is just enough to keep me going!! The random chats and laughing over obiang clothes, ahhhhh the joy. I can't wait for the possible sleepovers, holidays, or to go overseas and just, let my troubles remain in Singapore LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and there's a 2f'1o chalet this weekend~&lt;br /&gt;Eh I'll end this post here with no pictures (cause I'm too lazy to pose) and post again some other time when I actually got somethin' decent k.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184640545580458678-5749256278605326727?l=bitterbubblegums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184640545580458678/posts/default/5749256278605326727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184640545580458678/posts/default/5749256278605326727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbubblegums.blogspot.com/2011/10/you-may-be-marionette-for-everyone-but.html' title='You may be the marionette for everyone, but I&apos;d rather die before I become your puppet.'/><author><name>m i r a b e l l e.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15666589275044687447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MRz8FrKvzTM/TsMV_0I-loI/AAAAAAAAB6o/zrGrVeQiWus/s220/IMG_6038.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184640545580458678.post-677435216003403919</id><published>2011-10-23T21:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T21:30:11.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't know what's my priority.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;then later we threw the ball out n climbed out of the school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; through the school gate--- 0_0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; only me n grace--ziman was earlier---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; then got some stupid boys la--go tell that malai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; then grace n ziman went back--i tell jolene run away--she say wad remain CALM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; then lalalalala---malai came--- he took the ball n BOTH of us were&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; brought to his stupid office----then record our name class n&lt;/span&gt; all that crappy shit he wants--then lecture us like hell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-August 23rd 2008 (a few days before PSLE oral)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;meet vivien n jolene at the SUN PLAZA basketbell court n play-ed basketbell n badminton (: fun fun!! cleon n gene were there too-- play play play then gene went home-- then BLAH n cleon went home-- n before that got few times the coke i buy got kanna hit by the ball n SPLASH!! no more coke ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;  -2nd September 2008 (a few days before PSLE major papers)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so study eng synthesis n grammar--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; then boiis playin soccer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; they not scar-ed psle sia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; then later study liao tri-ed to beg jolene go school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; again to play basketball--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; took 10 mins lor!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; then back play play then go home--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; then i at home went at abt 8pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; went downstairs climb up and down--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; somewhere larrhs--- (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; later watch tv n 10.10 sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-4th October 2008 (during PSLE)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;then a while later i went home----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; home liao parents bought me out to eat n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; got new hp!! YEAH!! that rocks!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; sony ericsson w980!!! then later went buy nintendo ds n psp game :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-10th October 2008 (after PSLE)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went through some of my very old entries while editing some html codes and well... Life was so easy back in P6? Was I even studying for my PSLE? -_- There's like no stress at all... Not for exams, not for CCAs, not over drama from certain people.&lt;br /&gt;And yeah I know the way I blog in the past is an eyesore k LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only O levels is gonna be as easy. Eh, am I worrying too early? I'm talking as if I'm taking the Os tmr. Anyway, any seniors, if you are reading this (though I highly doubt it), all the best for your papers~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184640545580458678-677435216003403919?l=bitterbubblegums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184640545580458678/posts/default/677435216003403919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184640545580458678/posts/default/677435216003403919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbubblegums.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-dont-know-whats-my-priority.html' title='I don&apos;t know what&apos;s my priority.'/><author><name>m i r a b e l l e.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15666589275044687447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MRz8FrKvzTM/TsMV_0I-loI/AAAAAAAAB6o/zrGrVeQiWus/s220/IMG_6038.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184640545580458678.post-4863863166516529800</id><published>2011-10-22T23:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T01:19:15.228+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Only when glitter came into my eyes, did I see a world I never did.</title><content type='html'>Knitted pullovers are just sooooooooooooo comfortable. If only Singapore wasn't a tropical country with some disgustingly hot weather throughout the whole year that makes us Singaporeans sweat like pigs. Why no four seasons? I love love love summer and winter. If there's winter, I don't mind stuffing my closet with just knitted pullovers/sweaters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 525px; height: 393px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/305116_2120143882779_1221268436_31947835_2137065616_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 525px; height: 393px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/320761_2120160363191_1221268436_31947862_1489570975_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 527px; height: 395px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/294830_2120181523720_1221268436_31947896_1688825235_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 525px; height: 393px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/302369_2120184683799_1221268436_31947899_794403704_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 526px; height: 394px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/319105_2120191083959_1221268436_31947908_320074686_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 525px; height: 393px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/300959_2120189203912_1221268436_31947906_1627248072_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 521px; height: 390px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/298766_2120189843928_1221268436_31947907_1387235031_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 527px; height: 394px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/310610_2120194684049_1221268436_31947914_325198401_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 258px; height: 341px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/310561_2120195924080_1221268436_31947916_1986106508_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 255px; height: 341px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/317679_2120206404342_1221268436_31947925_1914171251_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe leopard prints and denim jackets are awesome. Me love mah dreamcatcher necklace sho mach. Plus the white bag I'm using (from my mum's shop! Though I said before on formspring I probably won't use the bags my mum are selling, I think... I have a change of mind). And the handmade black beaded bracelet, a birthday present from my dear brother! Arif, are you reading this? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 530px; height: 397px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/304266_2120216844603_1221268436_31947939_333623212_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 377px; height: 502px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/301454_2120236005082_1221268436_31947963_1704356793_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 529px; height: 396px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/314368_2120237045108_1221268436_31947964_1418703016_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 526px; height: 394px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/310742_2120204604297_1221268436_31947924_58597642_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a good catching up of 6 hours. Our main objective was to get something we both need for our respective trips - Joleen to China for fencing on the 13th, me to Genting with my cousins on the 12th. Our objective was fulfilled (do you use the word 'fulfilled' for objective??), with much love too, I might add. &amp;lt;:&lt;br /&gt;As usual, the long mrt/bus rides served well as chit chat session. The bus ride was a friggin' hour wth. -.- Once I reached woodlands about 8pm, went with my family to pick up my mum @ Suntec (her workplace).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 535px; height: 405px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/320613_2120264845803_1221268436_31948022_367568199_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 332px; height: 442px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/308826_2120263005757_1221268436_31948016_1744347802_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I'm home, I realised I left my cell on the counter on her shop -_- Well, my mum told me she saw a phone but didn't bother (WHY?!). Sian la. How am I gonna contact Joanne who'll I be meeting tmr for SWF??? Ain't I an embarrassment to the title, "best friend"? I am unable do the simple task of memorising the 8 numbers to dial to get through Joanne's cell...... I am sucha failure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184640545580458678-4863863166516529800?l=bitterbubblegums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184640545580458678/posts/default/4863863166516529800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184640545580458678/posts/default/4863863166516529800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbubblegums.blogspot.com/2011/10/only-when-glitter-came-into-my-eyes-did.html' title='Only when glitter came into my eyes, did I see a world I never did.'/><author><name>m i r a b e l l e.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15666589275044687447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MRz8FrKvzTM/TsMV_0I-loI/AAAAAAAAB6o/zrGrVeQiWus/s220/IMG_6038.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184640545580458678.post-6289591126129259333</id><published>2011-10-20T19:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T13:23:33.099+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I saw her broke her own heart and I watched as she tried to reassemble it.</title><content type='html'>New blogskin and song for a new start?&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to buy some new dresses for the holidays though I don't have any cash on me. Sigh I failed in looking for a part-time job (or maybe I'm just too lazy). I blogshop almost on a daily basis, and there's just toooo many things to buy. Why can't money fall from the sky?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this is the first time in a long time since I felt so bored just because I'm staying at home. Usually, I'd be glad to have some me time and not be asked out by anyone. But now... Everyone seems to have abandoned me or are already busy D: This. Just. Sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ass is seriously itching to go out and not stay seated on my blue roller chair. I'm hopin' to find some company by late afternoon. If not, may time just speed pass today so that Saturday would arrive faster. Going out with my dear Joleen &amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184640545580458678-6289591126129259333?l=bitterbubblegums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184640545580458678/posts/default/6289591126129259333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184640545580458678/posts/default/6289591126129259333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbubblegums.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-saw-her-broke-her-own-heart-and-i.html' title='I saw her broke her own heart and I watched as she tried to reassemble it.'/><author><name>m i r a b e l l e.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15666589275044687447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MRz8FrKvzTM/TsMV_0I-loI/AAAAAAAAB6o/zrGrVeQiWus/s220/IMG_6038.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184640545580458678.post-7599766916106793611</id><published>2011-10-17T20:39:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T21:36:59.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So I'd take the shot in the dark that you just might be the one I've been looking for.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img class="media" id="fullSizedImage" src="http://i448.photobucket.com/albums/qq208/xb3ll3x/ij0yvivy.jpg" alt="" style="width: 406px; height: 304px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this EOY, there's both disappointing and pleasing results. Well, more disappointing than pleasing, actually. But I'm contented, overall.&lt;br /&gt;My Emaths results, after the hardcore mugging of almost everyday, I managed to get &lt;i&gt;exactly&lt;/i&gt; 75 in comparision to my initial F9 result. Great improvement? Looks like the study session with Joanne and Vivien paid off! My worst subject became my best lol. My chinese results weren't that bad either - Passed with a B compared to the initial F9.&lt;br /&gt;Buuuuuuut, my SS and my Lit was extremely disappointing. For common test, I scored A1 and now I got a &lt;u&gt;just&lt;/u&gt; (take note it's underlined) passing grade -_- Why oh why did I have to interpret the literature unseen text wrongly? Why did I have to be confused over the conflict in Northern Ireland??? But well, at least I passed. Thank god for not failing.&lt;br /&gt;I expected both my Amaths and Combined science to fail. I hate chem. Screw my English, I think I crapped my whole essay and done a terrible job with my summary. This is one of the first few times I'm so disappointed in my English -.- May my oral results save me.&lt;br /&gt;Physics... The paper was hard k. Not my fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet I sound like some nerd that's obsessed over exam results, or like some hardcore mugger. Believe me, as much as I look like I study every damn day in class since I'm always seen reading during recess/lunch, I do not. It's only this EOY that woke up my senses and I started studying. And if you think I'm boasting about my results, please go bang your head against the wall. These results are nothing to be proud of. I'm just doing an evaluation on myself. Don't mind me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you tired of the dry/serious stuff? K moving on to something less dry. Allow me to complain.&lt;br /&gt;WHY THE HELL DO I HAVE TO GO FENCING TRAINING TOMORROW?!?!?!?!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184640545580458678-7599766916106793611?l=bitterbubblegums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184640545580458678/posts/default/7599766916106793611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184640545580458678/posts/default/7599766916106793611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbubblegums.blogspot.com/2011/10/so-id-take-shot-in-dark-that-you-just.html' title='So I&apos;d take the shot in the dark that you just might be the one I&apos;ve been looking for.'/><author><name>m i r a b e l l e.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15666589275044687447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MRz8FrKvzTM/TsMV_0I-loI/AAAAAAAAB6o/zrGrVeQiWus/s220/IMG_6038.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184640545580458678.post-6699700988996389593</id><published>2011-10-15T21:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T21:58:42.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Once or twice was enough, cause I don't need the pain.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="width: 448px; height: 251px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/307322_122806177826900_100002925559620_140490_511830024_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tampiness mall for lunch/movie with Ziman and Jingqi today. We caught Dreamhouse.&lt;br /&gt;It's supposedly horror but after finding out the plot (through wiki from ziman's phone LOL), it wasn't that scary at all. Sorry ah, my heart's too timid to handle even the least scary or least gore of movies. And it seems like all three of us aren't that brave either cause we're all scared when something pops LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not bad a step to being more sociable, isn't it? I mean, usually, I'd go out with only best/close friends but Jingqi sounds like a rather nice person + same lit class, so why not? The outing turned out pretty good. Hehehe mirabelle is more friendly now, isn't she? Eh what's with this bhbness... K sorry ignore this part, I'm just talking to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's a rather lazy day, albeit enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if I should laze all day at home tomorrow or head out? I could use some me time for my anime hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and just a while ago, I was chatting with Joleen about certain things like part-time jobs, memories and sweet things. Ahhhh I just realised how much I missed her? D: Are you reading this Joleen? Huhuhu. Plus the long bus rides with Ziman today, chatting about everything, it was some good catching up.&lt;br /&gt;Well I shall end this post here, since it's on a rather good note and all. Buhbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184640545580458678-6699700988996389593?l=bitterbubblegums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184640545580458678/posts/default/6699700988996389593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184640545580458678/posts/default/6699700988996389593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbubblegums.blogspot.com/2011/10/once-or-twice-was-enough-cause-i-dont.html' title='Once or twice was enough, cause I don&apos;t need the pain.'/><author><name>m i r a b e l l e.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15666589275044687447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MRz8FrKvzTM/TsMV_0I-loI/AAAAAAAAB6o/zrGrVeQiWus/s220/IMG_6038.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184640545580458678.post-7108745699078414726</id><published>2011-10-13T20:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T21:55:24.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>More than that little bit of pain.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="width: 427px; height: 320px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/314492_2095035695090_1221268436_31929172_1220851162_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 426px; height: 319px;" src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/291863_2095036815118_1221268436_31929174_1406325594_n.jpg" alt="" class="fbPhotoImage" id="fbPhotoImage" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 416px; height: 312px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/299250_2095064535811_1221268436_31929214_128072985_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 410px; height: 307px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/319988_2095063855794_1221268436_31929213_2002396064_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 417px; height: 312px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/297252_2095060095700_1221268436_31929210_2138031325_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 415px; height: 311px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/316005_2095125737341_1221268436_31929387_1902684959_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How's dhe hair?&lt;br /&gt;It was a great day out with Trisha, getting some late lunch and just walking around aimlessly. Lunch was fabulous! Dined @ Caramel Cafe and it's a rather cozy place with pretty cushions, sofas and all. Great for pictures? Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 447px; height: 335px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/320039_2095072656014_1221268436_31929226_1421410562_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 212px; height: 281px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/297187_2095086896370_1221268436_31929262_531143649_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 210px; height: 280px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/320910_2095085696340_1221268436_31929259_489630536_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 450px; height: 337px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/s720x720/166984_2095093936546_1221268436_31929281_1541550642_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 436px; height: 327px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/307345_2095108496910_1221268436_31929338_165476185_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 419px; height: 314px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/319287_2095135817593_1221268436_31929423_713757029_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 431px; height: 323px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/316114_2095149137926_1221268436_31929456_1680497821_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 427px; height: 320px;" src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/295800_2095147777892_1221268436_31929453_1502144842_n.jpg" alt="" class="fbPhotoImage" id="fbPhotoImage" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 434px; height: 325px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/308501_2095153578037_1221268436_31929470_776549167_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 436px; height: 327px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/320874_2095124097300_1221268436_31929381_1221800765_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of pretense "hahaha".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole day was going smoothly and I was in a pretty good mood until I got home. Okay, I was kinda expecting it to happen, but I was hoping she will prove me wrong. But no, k fine. You know, "I should've known better".&lt;br /&gt;I am not going to name names, neither am I going to rant about what she has done. But I'm so fucking pissed I would toss my glass of juice at the mirror if it I don't have to compensate. I mean, for fuck's sake, everyone has their own fears right? Everyone has things they like and don't like and there's an extent to how much one can compromise. What, you think friends are &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; disposable? Everyone has their own things to do and why don't you try compromising?&lt;br /&gt;And do you really know me? I'll admit I don't know you inside-out like your other friends. I have my own fears and reasons why I'm afraid. Do you know those reasons? Don't go round thinking things are just as easy as what you see on the surface.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh. So much for not trying to say anything. Hell, I haven't even said half of what I wanted to say.&lt;br /&gt;Usually, I'd keep all these words of anger to myself and not go around posting it on Facebook or my blog because I know nothing good will come out of it. It's also partially because I don't really want to let anyone know what's really going on in my head. But this time, with all the other crap coming down at once, I just can't sit down, keep my mouth shut and pretend that nothing has happened when people TALK LIKE I DON'T FEEL SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What, someone who doesn't talk or is quiet, doesn't feel?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184640545580458678-7108745699078414726?l=bitterbubblegums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184640545580458678/posts/default/7108745699078414726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184640545580458678/posts/default/7108745699078414726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbubblegums.blogspot.com/2011/10/more-than-that-little-bit-of-pain.html' title='More than that little bit of pain.'/><author><name>m i r a b e l l e.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15666589275044687447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MRz8FrKvzTM/TsMV_0I-loI/AAAAAAAAB6o/zrGrVeQiWus/s220/IMG_6038.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184640545580458678.post-8279559692301053157</id><published>2011-10-12T18:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T20:05:20.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it a favour too much to ask?</title><content type='html'>Hahahahahaha I just went for a haircut. Or should I say trim?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fringe's no longer a side fringe anymore. It looks like bangs, but it isn't bangs. At first I thought it was awfully short and screwed, but the more I look at it, it doesn't look thaaaaat bad. Or am I just trying to comfort myself? ._.&lt;br /&gt;Oh wellz. I will be going out with Trisha tomorrow (like finally!!!) and so, I'm hoping the camera loves my new hair? Can't wait to start using my holga 120CFN!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 504px; height: 302px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/317413_2091978098652_1221268436_31926767_1332489845_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 508px; height: 317px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/303289_2091975938598_1221268436_31926762_1789813724_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=2091978098652&amp;amp;set=a.2091974338558.2104239.1221268436&amp;amp;type=3#%21/media/set/?set=a.2091974338558.2104239.1221268436&amp;amp;type=1"&gt;SELLING!&lt;/a&gt; &amp;lt;&amp;lt; Up on Facebook for those interested. Fund me a lil? &amp;lt;:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184640545580458678-8279559692301053157?l=bitterbubblegums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184640545580458678/posts/default/8279559692301053157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184640545580458678/posts/default/8279559692301053157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbubblegums.blogspot.com/2011/10/is-it-favour-too-much-to-ask.html' title='Is it a favour too much to ask?'/><author><name>m i r a b e l l e.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15666589275044687447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MRz8FrKvzTM/TsMV_0I-loI/AAAAAAAAB6o/zrGrVeQiWus/s220/IMG_6038.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184640545580458678.post-7352749585317638095</id><published>2011-10-09T00:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T00:35:17.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Did I say something way too honest to make you run and hide?</title><content type='html'>&lt;img class="media" id="fullSizedImage" src="http://i448.photobucket.com/albums/qq208/xb3ll3x/IMG_5201.jpg?t=" alt="" style="width: 419px; height: 314px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img class="media" id="fullSizedImage" src="http://i448.photobucket.com/albums/qq208/xb3ll3x/IMG_5259.jpg?t=" alt="" style="width: 415px; height: 310px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img class="media" id="fullSizedImage" src="http://i448.photobucket.com/albums/qq208/xb3ll3x/IMG_5229.jpg?t=" alt="" style="width: 413px; height: 309px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img class="media" id="fullSizedImage" src="http://i448.photobucket.com/albums/qq208/xb3ll3x/IMG_5319.jpg?t=" alt="" style="width: 413px; height: 309px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's pretty much what I've been up to since this morning - helping my mum take photos though not of myself - (the pictures of Pachelbel's grand opening will be up on the website soon! lol why am I even helping my mom promote?) and I am dead beat now. Gonna have a good night's rest before meeting Joanne to study Emaths tomorrow. I haven't been sleeping enough for the past few days. I think I'm gonna fall sick soon *blows nose and starts sniffing*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh and why does it feel like the exams are already over?? No mood no mood no mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I want a dslr a dslr a dslr... I will start saving up for it, cent by cent maybe? Oh, but toy cameras are interesting too.... Holga 120CFN here I come~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184640545580458678-7352749585317638095?l=bitterbubblegums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184640545580458678/posts/default/7352749585317638095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184640545580458678/posts/default/7352749585317638095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbubblegums.blogspot.com/2011/10/did-i-say-something-way-too-honest-to.html' title='Did I say something way too honest to make you run and hide?'/><author><name>m i r a b e l l e.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15666589275044687447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MRz8FrKvzTM/TsMV_0I-loI/AAAAAAAAB6o/zrGrVeQiWus/s220/IMG_6038.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184640545580458678.post-781470609659147486</id><published>2011-10-07T14:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T16:58:00.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's compromise that moves us along.</title><content type='html'>WHY ARE THERE SO MANY FUCKING ANTS ON MY LAPTOP?!?!?! BLOODY HELL LA WHATDAFARK. It's so IRRITATING. Everytime I sweep them off onto the floor, ANOTHER one would just pop out of nowhere. ARGH WHY DO THESE LITTLE THINGS PISS ME OFF?!?! I didn't even eat so how could I possibly drop something to attract these irritating bitches!?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*takes deep breaths* K let's move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason why I had the mood to blog is because... *digs through old documents* of this girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img class="media" id="fullSizedImage" src="http://i448.photobucket.com/albums/qq208/xb3ll3x/DSC01052.jpg?t=1317972056" alt="" style="width: 195px; height: 259px;" /&gt;&lt;img class="media" id="fullSizedImage" src="http://i448.photobucket.com/albums/qq208/xb3ll3x/DSC01055.jpg?t=1317972103" alt="" style="width: 195px; height: 259px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 370px; height: 277px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/253336_1911864715930_1221268436_31753395_6967322_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to her blog and I don't why, I had the urge to blog and so I did, though I have absolutely no idea what to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;The pictures are our Sec1 photos by the way. Those were the days when a handphone's camera of 5megapixels were the &lt;i&gt;best&lt;/i&gt; which produced good photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway it is most probably Ziman's list of what-to-do-after-EOY, as well as the part where she talks about wanting to do and achieve something, but having no idea what. It got me thinking. Oh and it's raining now in Yishun so there's this rather... Gloomy mood in the air? But no I'm not going to get all gloomy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://assets.tumblr.com/swf/audio_player_black.swf?audio_file=http://www.tumblr.com/audio_file/11134367105/tumblr_lsoqyxfH0x1qab5ws&amp;amp;color=FFFFFF" quality="best" width="207" height="27"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh how about you listen to the song above? :) It was originally sung by Cascada, but I thought Alex Goot does it better because, well, Cascada's upbeat tune kinda spoils the whole meaning behind the song. Hehe enjoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184640545580458678-781470609659147486?l=bitterbubblegums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184640545580458678/posts/default/781470609659147486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184640545580458678/posts/default/781470609659147486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbubblegums.blogspot.com/2011/10/its-compromise-that-moves-us-along.html' title='It&apos;s compromise that moves us along.'/><author><name>m i r a b e l l e.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15666589275044687447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MRz8FrKvzTM/TsMV_0I-loI/AAAAAAAAB6o/zrGrVeQiWus/s220/IMG_6038.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184640545580458678.post-8768365430970903370</id><published>2011-10-06T17:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T17:47:42.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shattered, is it not enough?</title><content type='html'>&lt;img class="media" id="fullSizedImage" src="http://i448.photobucket.com/albums/qq208/xb3ll3x/CIMG2937.jpg" alt="" style="width: 318px; height: 238px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a few more days to the end of EOY. I wonder, should I be rejoicing over the freedom or be disappointed because it's going to be the end of my freedom. I mean, CCAs resume after EOY. Doesn't it just suck to know there's CCA right after exams?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my exams are pretty screwed. During the start of this week I was down most of the day over the papers which I know I'll flunk. It's stupid, the mistakes I made, that is. I don't even want to mention what the mistake is because it's just &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; stupid. I mean, really. It's a joke and I should really kick myself for it.&lt;br /&gt;K no point belittling myself over it now, it's over -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On tuesday, since it's gonna finally be the end of all papers, I plan to clear my closet. I need to rid some clothes and make room for new ones!! Mehhhh, the tiresome job of taking and uploading photos awaits me. You can be a kind soul too by buying them from me~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184640545580458678-8768365430970903370?l=bitterbubblegums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184640545580458678/posts/default/8768365430970903370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184640545580458678/posts/default/8768365430970903370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbubblegums.blogspot.com/2011/10/shattered-is-it-not-enough.html' title='Shattered, is it not enough?'/><author><name>m i r a b e l l e.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15666589275044687447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MRz8FrKvzTM/TsMV_0I-loI/AAAAAAAAB6o/zrGrVeQiWus/s220/IMG_6038.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184640545580458678.post-1702725101724143874</id><published>2011-10-01T15:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T16:43:37.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unless you're unhappy, but it shouldn't be the case.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i448.photobucket.com/albums/qq208/xb3ll3x/111001-154533.jpg" alt="" style="width: 324px; height: 243px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hiiiiiiiiiiii. As the above picture suggests, I am currently posting at Vivien's place while Joanne is like beside me, talking to Vivien about her most recent injury involving dried blood LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Her house is damn cozy I tell you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i448.photobucket.com/albums/qq208/xb3ll3x/CIMG2927.jpg" alt="" style="width: 334px; height:250px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i448.photobucket.com/albums/qq208/xb3ll3x/CIMG2930.jpg" alt="" style="width: 334px; height;250px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i448.photobucket.com/albums/qq208/xb3ll3x/CIMG2931.jpg" alt="" style="width: 334px; height;250px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we arrived at this Tuna's place @ about 10PM last night after visiting the library at Boonlay for some books. The books there are awesome, really!!&lt;br /&gt;We came with a box of 12 subway cookies, some butter biscuits and chocolate chips? Vivien prepared potato chips and drinks. Hahaha like party like that. We had intentions to ton the night with just the sweet food~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i448.photobucket.com/albums/qq208/xb3ll3x/CIMG2934.jpg" alt="" style="width: 334px; height;250px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i448.photobucket.com/albums/qq208/xb3ll3x/CIMG2940.jpg" alt="" style="width: 334px; height;250px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i448.photobucket.com/albums/qq208/xb3ll3x/CIMG2939.jpg" alt="" style="width: 334px; height;250px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^It was freezing at night with the air condition on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were SUPPOSED to study... But we didn't. LOL. Joanne and Vivien were busy with SIMS3 on the computer and when midnight came, we were too busy irritating Amos.&lt;br /&gt;Happy 18th birthday Amos!! Thank you for wasting the very first hour of your birthday with us and yes I only know how to eat potato chips, Joanne is still taller than you and Vivien has the most win hairstyle. Oh and Blue exorcist!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i448.photobucket.com/albums/qq208/xb3ll3x/1.png?t=1317457698" alt="" style="width: 334px; height;250px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i448.photobucket.com/albums/qq208/xb3ll3x/Untitled.png" alt="" style="width: 334px; height;250px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(K while I'm typing here the two lazybums are behind my back, laughing like crazy idiots while rolling about in blankets. And Vivien just said: "Welcome to the mental hospital full of crazy laughing people")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we did not study at all. And I K.O-ed at like 2AM+ while those two were like on the computer till 3AM+. I fail at trying to ton...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I woke up this morning, Joanne and Vivien were already awake at like, 0930AM playing SIMS3. They are not human, I'm telling you. Even though I was awake, I kept dozing off because the blanket and mattress was just too comfortable. Their attempt to "study" lit while I was asleep was to create Okonkwo and his family in SIMS3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i448.photobucket.com/albums/qq208/xb3ll3x/CIMG2950.jpg" alt="" style="width: 334px; height;250px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^Okonkwo in leopord print.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From this morning to now, me and Joanne kept slipping in and out of consciousness while we were re-reading Things Fall Apart because the mattress and blanket was just too comfortable. LOL. Up till now I'm only at Chapter 12 -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i448.photobucket.com/albums/qq208/xb3ll3x/111001-154017.jpg" alt="" style="width: 334px; height;250px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND... I should be ending my post here now cause I don't want to continue missing out any more laughters. Ahhhhh I love sleeping over @ Vivien's with them both!! &amp;lt;33&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184640545580458678-1702725101724143874?l=bitterbubblegums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184640545580458678/posts/default/1702725101724143874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184640545580458678/posts/default/1702725101724143874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbubblegums.blogspot.com/2011/10/unless-youre-unhappy-but-it-shouldnt-be.html' title='Unless you&apos;re unhappy, but it shouldn&apos;t be the case.'/><author><name>m i r a b e l l e.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15666589275044687447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MRz8FrKvzTM/TsMV_0I-loI/AAAAAAAAB6o/zrGrVeQiWus/s220/IMG_6038.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184640545580458678.post-783582146818532721</id><published>2011-09-30T00:41:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T11:14:12.057+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crap drabbles'/><title type='text'>Just like a rocket on mars.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I wonder&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the clouds ever felt trapped.&lt;br /&gt;They always seem to be drifting,&lt;br /&gt;Floating,&lt;br /&gt;Without a care in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to know&lt;br /&gt;How does it feel like&lt;br /&gt;To be up above the clouds,&lt;br /&gt;Always fleeting,&lt;br /&gt;Away from all the troubles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although the azure blue seemed endless,&lt;br /&gt;Is it possible for the clouds&lt;br /&gt;To ever meet a dead end?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ms Summers,"&lt;br /&gt;The History teacher tapped the blackboard&lt;br /&gt;Hard with his chalk.&lt;br /&gt;"Why don't you answer this question?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stared at white scrawls over black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike now,&lt;br /&gt;I guess there won't ever be a dead end.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hiiiiiii folks.&lt;br /&gt;It has been close to a week since I last updated. That's because I've been studying, sleeping and studying, and studying.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it's been a routine for this past two weeks. Having studied at Subway for 4-5 hours everyday, I think, after EOY, I'll be staying away from Subway for months. My cash is running low tooz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway with all the studying, I feel like I gotten smarter! Or maybe not. Sometimes, I feel like I'm a genius finishing 50 Emaths questions in 3 hours. But then sometimes, I take 3 hours to solve 5 Amaths questions, and that makes me feel like an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and anyway, I would be sleeping over at Vivien's this friday night with Joanne~~ We're gonna mug literature nyahaha. Can you believe that I haven't finished Things Fall Apart (lit book) up till now?&lt;br /&gt;Oh and the text above is written in verses. Recently, I love books written in verses. I wonder why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this post is pretty messed up. Nothing is in order and I don't know what I'm posting anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184640545580458678-783582146818532721?l=bitterbubblegums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184640545580458678/posts/default/783582146818532721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184640545580458678/posts/default/783582146818532721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbubblegums.blogspot.com/2011/09/just-like-rocket-on-mars.html' title='Just like a rocket on mars.'/><author><name>m i r a b e l l e.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15666589275044687447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MRz8FrKvzTM/TsMV_0I-loI/AAAAAAAAB6o/zrGrVeQiWus/s220/IMG_6038.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184640545580458678.post-2628735877161494528</id><published>2011-09-24T01:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T02:52:02.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>But you put on quite a show, really had me going.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img rel="9765380" src="http://i166.photobucket.com/albums/u117/gothchick323/stuff/fb7.gif" alt="fb7.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just an hour and 28 minutes ago, it was still friday. Time seems to shrivel away real quick this week, aye? It's almost as fast as paper catching on fire. In another 4 days, not counting this weekend, my dreaded nightmare would be at my doorstep already. I hope I'm prepared enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I mentioned how much I love Mrs Goh? It's not sarcastic, I mean it LOL. I love her so much for selflessly taking her time after school every two days in a week to sit outside the staffroom with Ziman, Litong and Syafiqah and me just to help us with our Emaths for hours when she could be happily going on a date with her husband (according to her LOL). Where can you find such a nice teacher, really?? Oh and Mr Ling too. Now I can feel the guilt being arrowed through me for being inattentive in his class.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway while I was with Joanne today, KTP got this sudden blackout. Okay, it isn't really a blackout since the minor lights were still on, but the whole place was dimly lit and so... Subway was dark too so we didn't really get to study. Nyahahaha, a short break for us maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reached home slighter earlier for the week today and began using the computer. Of all the things I could do, I had no idea how I ended up window-shopping online. Right now I have soooooooo many things I want to buy right after EOY!! Since it's autumn (ya la I know Singapore no autumn and that seriously sucks), this non-existent season in Singapore got into me and I'm in love with sweaters, throwovers and cardigans now. Anything long sleeved looks so pwee-teh~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K after EOY... Since I've scrutinizing what I eat, I'm hoping I'll slim down even if it's just a little for the clothes I'll buy after that. Heheh. The future shopping trips, sleepovers, halloween, part-time jobs to look forward to!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184640545580458678-2628735877161494528?l=bitterbubblegums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184640545580458678/posts/default/2628735877161494528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184640545580458678/posts/default/2628735877161494528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbubblegums.blogspot.com/2011/09/but-you-put-on-quite-show-really-had-me.html' title='But you put on quite a show, really had me going.'/><author><name>m i r a b e l l e.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15666589275044687447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MRz8FrKvzTM/TsMV_0I-loI/AAAAAAAAB6o/zrGrVeQiWus/s220/IMG_6038.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i166.photobucket.com/albums/u117/gothchick323/stuff/th_fb7.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184640545580458678.post-1106440356542820224</id><published>2011-09-22T22:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T22:38:07.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You wouldn't be shattered on the floor now, if you sung what you knew now then.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img class="media" id="fullSizedImage" src="http://i448.photobucket.com/albums/qq208/xb3ll3x/IMG_4883.jpg" alt="" style="width: 353px; height: 198px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since this week started, I've been working hard to subdue my own appetite and keeping to my study plans. I'm successful so far~ The road before me looks so much more promising then before. May I stay this strongwilled. Mirabelle, keep up the determination!! (K la I know only 4 days -_- but not the least bit tired!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past three days, the time I spent and where I am was very predictable, and I believe it will stay so for the next 2 weeks. After school &amp;gt; extra lessons &amp;gt; meet Joanne to study @Subway &amp;gt; studies up till Subway's closing hours &amp;gt; walk to Northpoint &amp;gt; home.&lt;br /&gt;All the study sessions with Joanne is reaaaaally fruitful! We can study non-stop for like, 4 hours? I think that was the longest record for this week. Nyahahahah, she's a good study partner. Don't bother trying to take her, she's mine and she's fully booked by me till EOY's over hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all the effort I have put in, I would be disappointed if my results were up to my expectations. The time spent on my computer now has been reduced to like, 1/5 of the time I usually spend on a school day?? It is not easy trying to desist using the computer k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll end this post here. I shouldn't be spending too long on a blog post. At least, while I'm still mugging for EOY like I don't have a life. So ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184640545580458678-1106440356542820224?l=bitterbubblegums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184640545580458678/posts/default/1106440356542820224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184640545580458678/posts/default/1106440356542820224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbubblegums.blogspot.com/2011/09/you-wouldnt-be-shattered-on-floor-now.html' title='You wouldn&apos;t be shattered on the floor now, if you sung what you knew now then.'/><author><name>m i r a b e l l e.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15666589275044687447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MRz8FrKvzTM/TsMV_0I-loI/AAAAAAAAB6o/zrGrVeQiWus/s220/IMG_6038.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184640545580458678.post-560318213489878722</id><published>2011-09-19T20:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T21:50:54.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My mistake, I didn't know to be in love you had to fight to have the upperhand.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="width: 404px; height: 265px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/306948_264121863610831_100000390571423_879062_207941724_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 412px; height: 274px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/316184_264122680277416_100000390571423_879070_880692266_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 423px; height: 272px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/316679_264123780277306_100000390571423_879083_738161225_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 420px; height: 279px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/296200_264123870277297_100000390571423_879084_1087498180_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 418px; height: 278px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/301073_264124160277268_100000390571423_879088_731843630_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 282px; height: 423px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/320548_264124820277202_100000390571423_879094_1290948840_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outfit for the day: Floral top + belt + bandage skirt + wedges. All three of us wore floral yesterday hehe. Me and Joleen died from wearing wedges. Fuuuuuuuuu those blisters.&lt;br /&gt;Actually I'm kinda lazy to elaborate on what happened yesterday because... it was yesterday. Also, I'm not really in a good mood now because&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) There are issues clouding my mind right now. They are mainly problems that lies within myself though, which makes it all the more frustrating. Is it because I'm lazy, or is that really the best I can do to my abilities?&lt;br /&gt;2) My dad told me I will face more hardships than necessary in the future if I keep being lazy and a spendthrift. He's the type to believe in fortune-telling from your zodiac/horoscope/8 chinese characters and he says that according to the calculations, I will be suffering later if I keep enjoying my life now. What is this? I rather be facing hardships while my young heart can take it than when I'm old with graying hair and frail bones. Not that I really believe in all these but... My parents do and their blood flows in me so I guess I believe in it more than I'd like to admit.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to have a future like that... It just looks so bleak. I want it to be like, &lt;span id="result_box" class="short_text" lang="zh-CN"&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;前&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="result_box" class="short_text" lang="zh-CN"&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;苦&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="result_box" class="short_text" lang="zh-CN"&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;后&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="result_box" class="short_text" lang="zh-CN"&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;甜&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, you know??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 421px; height: 279px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/311222_264127386943612_100000390571423_879127_1525894801_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 432px; height: 287px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/300011_264146036941747_100000390571423_879183_92048756_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll go to my dear abode now and dwell on my problems being the pessimistic person I am. At least I spent some time studying my A and Emaths today. It serves as a pretty good excuse for me to feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, should I start surviving on 8 apples a day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 427px; height: 284px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/307828_264146250275059_100000390571423_879185_1426471436_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184640545580458678-560318213489878722?l=bitterbubblegums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184640545580458678/posts/default/560318213489878722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184640545580458678/posts/default/560318213489878722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbubblegums.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-mistake-i-didnt-know-to-be-in-love.html' title='My mistake, I didn&apos;t know to be in love you had to fight to have the upperhand.'/><author><name>m i r a b e l l e.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15666589275044687447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MRz8FrKvzTM/TsMV_0I-loI/AAAAAAAAB6o/zrGrVeQiWus/s220/IMG_6038.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184640545580458678.post-8483051528678461759</id><published>2011-09-17T23:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T00:21:30.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If it's not real, you can't hold it with your hands or feel it in your heart.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img class="media" id="fullSizedImage" src="http://i448.photobucket.com/albums/qq208/xb3ll3x/IMG_4867.jpg" alt="" style="width: 311px; height: 233px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it just me, or is the new blogskin too pinkish? /:&lt;br /&gt;I spent the whole afternoon at home working on the skins for both my tumblrs as well as my blog that the html codes started dancing before my eyes lol. I was so caught up with it that I had forsaken my study session with Joanne at Woodlands library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I regret it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could have been working on my bio... When I received my result slip yesterday, it was like someone just tossed a pail of ice water at my face. I got woken up from my deep slumber in wonderland to face reality.&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't be worrying about whether I'll get promoted to sec4 next year, should I? And yet, that's what I'm worrying now. Wtfzxcvbnm.&lt;br /&gt;So after I'm done with this post, I will be burning the midnight oil for my Bio in place of the time I wasted in the afternoon. Oh yeah I'm determined now. K out with the studies related matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="visibility: visible; height: 302px; width: 405px;" id="fullSizedImage" class="media" alt="" src="http://i448.photobucket.com/albums/qq208/xb3ll3x/IMG_4887.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="visibility: visible; height: 301px; width: 402px;" id="fullSizedImage" class="media" alt="" src="http://i448.photobucket.com/albums/qq208/xb3ll3x/IMG_4888.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="visibility: visible; height: 298px; width: 398px;" id="fullSizedImage" class="media" alt="" src="http://i448.photobucket.com/albums/qq208/xb3ll3x/IMG_4889.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pictures were taken like 30mins ago when I went over Trisha's place for a short while to collect somethin' for tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be heading out tmr with Syafiqah and Joleen! I know the outing kinda contradicts what I just ranted about being committed to study and all but, it will reaaaaaaaaaaally be the last outing before EOY!! I will make sure of that. Besides, with Mrs goh math-stayback-to-complete-overdued-homework-session every two weeks, I believe the studying mood will kick in fully.&lt;br /&gt;So as I was saying, since I'm going out with the two girls tmr, I was having a whale of a time deciding what to friggin' wear. Well, it's not too early to fret over what to wear. Syafiqah decided it on like, wednesday? LOL. So while I was trying clothe after clothe, looking at my reflection in mirror with utter dissatisfaction, my dad walked passed me and said "wa you got fatter head to toe"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@#$%^&amp;amp;*(!*%@#$&lt;br /&gt;So amid all the studying I am going to do, I WILL BE EXERCISING TOO. Watch me improve myself hahahahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184640545580458678-8483051528678461759?l=bitterbubblegums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184640545580458678/posts/default/8483051528678461759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184640545580458678/posts/default/8483051528678461759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbubblegums.blogspot.com/2011/09/if-its-not-real-you-cant-hold-it-with.html' title='If it&apos;s not real, you can&apos;t hold it with your hands or feel it in your heart.'/><author><name>m i r a b e l l e.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15666589275044687447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MRz8FrKvzTM/TsMV_0I-loI/AAAAAAAAB6o/zrGrVeQiWus/s220/IMG_6038.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184640545580458678.post-230864660262817711</id><published>2011-09-15T20:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T20:43:13.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When I finally realised my sins, it's always after everything was over.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="width: 450px; height: 337px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/307961_2010723267332_1221268436_31868445_285534046_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 449px; height: 336px;" src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/300940_2010741227781_1221268436_31868468_1630298147_n.jpg" alt="" class="fbPhotoImage" id="fbPhotoImage" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like Ziman said, it's really been quite some time since it was just the three of us. So... After assembly today, we headed to Northpoint together for lunch @ subway.&lt;br /&gt;During the lunch, I realised how outdated I was? LOL. Like all the latest gossips and all that, I only knew today and during the time I went out with Syafiqah 5 days ago. Eh, okay, so I am damn lag.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and laughed a lot too, especially from the rubbish provided by the l0nelygurl_96 in the picture above LOL. K la, you're not lonely ^^ I am still your best friend who will be here for you even if you're an old hag without a husband~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway it's 2029 now and I haven't eaten dinner. I totally forgot the time because I was too busy blogshopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img class="media" id="fullSizedImage" src="http://i448.photobucket.com/albums/qq208/xb3ll3x/OXFORDWEDGES.jpg" alt="" style="width: 420px; height: 280px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU SEE THAT??!?! DID YOU SEE THAT?!?! %$@&amp;amp;$@#$%^&amp;amp;*@#$%^&amp;amp; ARGH ITS SO PRETTY I JUST MUST HAVE IT ARGH!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184640545580458678-230864660262817711?l=bitterbubblegums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184640545580458678/posts/default/230864660262817711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184640545580458678/posts/default/230864660262817711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbubblegums.blogspot.com/2011/09/when-i-finally-realised-my-sins-its.html' title='When I finally realised my sins, it&apos;s always after everything was over.'/><author><name>m i r a b e l l e.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15666589275044687447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MRz8FrKvzTM/TsMV_0I-loI/AAAAAAAAB6o/zrGrVeQiWus/s220/IMG_6038.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184640545580458678.post-4935979937976951387</id><published>2011-09-14T16:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T17:38:29.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a black marriage decorated with tears.</title><content type='html'>There were like 3 free periods in class today? So much for studying... And since Syafiqah has swapped seats with Helixman, she's now sitting beside me. So um, we just kept talking, laughing and using her phone to search random things. Oh and I was violated by her so many times I don't think I'll be able to get married anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOTALLY NO MOOD FOR EOY PLEASE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 405px; height: 270px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/24938_103160969717973_100000722126483_86265_4905730_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 403px; height: 301px;" src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/29657_1462607282312_1147371420_1367365_4164754_n.jpg" alt="" class="fbPhotoImage" id="fbPhotoImage" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 405px; height: 303px;" src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/35321_139226969439251_100000558463696_293792_1188628_n.jpg" alt="" class="fbPhotoImage" id="fbPhotoImage" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 409px; height: 306px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/39470_1252311806724_1797390733_482717_4526951_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 402px; height: 301px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/164997_1362479360844_1797390733_671050_2163602_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 407px; height: 305px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/167088_1570358258482_1221268436_31328103_4424411_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 274px; height: 366px;" src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/231072_10150180210499684_638649683_6702121_4948535_n.jpg" alt="" class="fbPhotoImage" id="fbPhotoImage" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 416px; height: 233px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/247132_1574022769297_1797390733_989160_5776789_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 426px; height: 319px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/247474_2088710894511_1147371420_2601371_1603699_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old old pictures above. Last year 2f'1o class outing in june, psl investiture, sending istvan off when fencing was new and we were all sec1s, watching some fencing competition @ suntec convention hall, shopping for dresses for bandconcert, CNY visiting @ Mr neo's this year, going to Ikea with the PSLs directly after MYE, fencing camp in june and after class chalet last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just... So many memories. Even photos from when I went to the beach with Ziman or first ate ice-cream with Joleen @ somerset, it feels like it was ages ago when it was only months?&lt;br /&gt;I already have plans for this weekend as well as the next. Aiya, screw studying for EOY la. The weekends is meant for us to relax and chill, yes? So I shall head out and have fun~~ But then, I will still study. I just hope Syafiqah would start being serious soon instead of infecting me with her laziness $@#^@*)*&amp;amp;!#%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you are stalking me Syafiqah. You read what I said!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184640545580458678-4935979937976951387?l=bitterbubblegums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184640545580458678/posts/default/4935979937976951387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184640545580458678/posts/default/4935979937976951387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbubblegums.blogspot.com/2011/09/its-black-marriage-decorated-with-tears.html' title='It&apos;s a black marriage decorated with tears.'/><author><name>m i r a b e l l e.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15666589275044687447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MRz8FrKvzTM/TsMV_0I-loI/AAAAAAAAB6o/zrGrVeQiWus/s220/IMG_6038.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184640545580458678.post-7152950934230423513</id><published>2011-09-12T19:23:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T19:49:14.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Put on the collar of roses, bite upon the silver chain, and may red stain the bandages.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img class="media" id="fullSizedImage" src="http://i448.photobucket.com/albums/qq208/xb3ll3x/Picture0080.jpg" alt="" style="width: 316px; height: 238px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the 12th of September, which is also mid-autumn!!! It's already 1927 and I'm still at home like a nerd doing my Emaths.&lt;br /&gt;Should I head out to celebrate mid autumn??? ): Yesterday, Trisha and some other of my schoolmates (whom I was classmates with when I was p3&amp;amp;4) went to play already so if I were to go, I would be going with Ziman and the classmates I know from Excellence2'o8 (p6 class). It's kinda like a tradition for me and most ex-Canberrians to meet up for mid autumn to play with fire. So, it kinda feels weird being at home and not under the moon now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But ah... Lazyness is getting into me.... How can I be lazy, I know right? But argh...&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll join them later like at 2030 or something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184640545580458678-7152950934230423513?l=bitterbubblegums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184640545580458678/posts/default/7152950934230423513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184640545580458678/posts/default/7152950934230423513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbubblegums.blogspot.com/2011/09/put-on-collar-of-roses-bite-upon-silver.html' title='Put on the collar of roses, bite upon the silver chain, and may red stain the bandages.'/><author><name>m i r a b e l l e.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15666589275044687447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MRz8FrKvzTM/TsMV_0I-loI/AAAAAAAAB6o/zrGrVeQiWus/s220/IMG_6038.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184640545580458678.post-3269351981249410751</id><published>2011-09-10T23:04:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T01:21:00.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your smile is so distant it's cruel.</title><content type='html'>On the 10th of September, I finally got my ass out of my home to breathe in some fresh air instead of the stale oxygen that is trapped within the 4 walls of my room. Went to Orchard Street market and flea@*Scape with Syafiqah. After god knows how many long days of trapping myself at home, I fiiiiiiinally went out today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 291px; height: 452px;" src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/307905_260588443964173_100000390571423_864226_1523852000_n.jpg" alt="" class="fbPhotoImage" id="fbPhotoImage" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 218px; height: 329px;" src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/299235_260587347297616_100000390571423_864217_232548308_n.jpg" alt="" class="fbPhotoImage" id="fbPhotoImage" /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 219px; height: 330px;" src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/317560_260586897297661_100000390571423_864213_1375379228_n.jpg" alt="" class="fbPhotoImage" id="fbPhotoImage" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met around the afternoon and decided to go to the street market at Orchard first. But... it was kind of a disappointment? I thought it was gonna literally be along the streets of Orchard but no. It was beside this carpark under Concored hotel or something, and there wasn't many things to see...&lt;br /&gt;But both of us got a friggin' chio bag there!!!!!! *screams* I feel so excited just by looking at it, and thinking about the days after EOY where it'll be in use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 432px; height: 282px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/308690_260588150630869_100000390571423_864222_1459971122_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 450px; height: 299px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/297340_260588060630878_100000390571423_864220_1326930068_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 293px; height: 424px;" src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/296080_260588550630829_100000390571423_864228_1179136153_n.jpg" alt="" class="fbPhotoImage" id="fbPhotoImage" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 443px; height: 294px;" src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/318460_260588690630815_100000390571423_864231_1077766031_n.jpg" alt="" class="fbPhotoImage" id="fbPhotoImage" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked over to *scape and along the way, we were both talking about the Halloween horrors @ Night Safari for this year. Both of us went last year, but not together. It seems like there's gonna be some audition where they hire those scarers. If I was gonna dress up for Halloween this year, I've decided on being either those typical chinese ghost in a cheongsum with white face or a doll dressed in lolita fashion with red eyes. I prefer the latter though (: Syafiqah wants to be a ghostly bride with a bloody veil and torn dress. HEHE SO COOL I CANT WAIT!!!&lt;br /&gt;But ah... EOY EOY EOY... It's sucha mood spoiler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 314px; height: 472px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/310582_260592220630462_100000390571423_864248_387540980_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 448px; height: 303px;" src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/298180_260589053964112_100000390571423_864233_477844781_n.jpg" alt="" class="fbPhotoImage" id="fbPhotoImage" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent rather long at the flea market actually. Like shopping, then taking a break, then shopping, then dinner, then shopping again LOL. But it was fruitful!! I managed to spend within my budget (okay not really. i exceed a little) and got pretty things.&lt;br /&gt;We talked about a lot of things! Like fashion sense in primary school where elmo tees and fbt shorts were the "coolest" thing or how the only place we know to go shop is Causeway point and Northpoint LOL. And we only knew how to spend our time taking neoprints!! Ahhh, I really remember all the damn funny times when talking with Syafiqah. Especially the time where pe0ple thiink typpiinq liike dhiis iish c00l. Okay I don't deny that I have typed like that before. And all that xiao thingy, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 461px; height: 305px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/312597_260591697297181_100000390571423_864245_1193957364_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 318px; height: 478px;" src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/311847_260592347297116_100000390571423_864250_1164460763_n.jpg" alt="" class="fbPhotoImage" id="fbPhotoImage" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 314px; height: 472px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/298158_260594443963573_100000390571423_864261_1946757187_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and there was one point of time where this guy in a damn scary costume was giving out flyers at the flea. At first I thought he was advertising Halloween horrors or something but he's not. Anyway, when I saw him approaching, I immediately used the paper bag I had in hand to cover my face because I really didn't want him to scare me. He noticed, and started pushing the paperbag away which made me so scared for a moment I screamed LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Syafiqah couldn't stop laughing even though she was hiding behind me the whole time... Then even the monster himself laughed. Okay this part is just a irrelevant moment but I had to type it for good memory's sake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 446px; height: 295px;" src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/308095_260595713963446_100000390571423_864269_250635662_n.jpg" alt="" class="fbPhotoImage" id="fbPhotoImage" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 445px; height: 294px;" src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/317122_260599483963069_100000390571423_864287_143737620_n.jpg" alt="" class="fbPhotoImage" id="fbPhotoImage" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 269px; height: 404px;" src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/303898_260601907296160_100000390571423_864297_1597805098_n.jpg" alt="" class="fbPhotoImage" id="fbPhotoImage" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 379px; height: 251px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/316710_260603203962697_100000390571423_864303_1269454292_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went home a little after 8 when our legs were tired. Syafiqah's ones were dying though cause she wore heels, thinking that I will wear them too.&lt;br /&gt;On train back, we were talking about... pretty girls? Yeah. That's right. Something along those lines. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahah shopping with Syafiqah, I really can go crazy cause she just keep telling "aiya buy la buy la!" everytime I start comtemplating over something. If I had no self-control I would've spent too much.&lt;br /&gt;But it was really enjoyable, all the chitchatting and shopping. We were often so engrossed in our talking we didn't notice that the MRT has reached our stop or that we were walking towards nowhere until the very last minute. And the bargaining!! We got into the mood so much that even when buying coke from an uncle selling ice-cream along Orchard road, we also bargain from $1.20 to $1 LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 430px; height: 285px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/317410_260602960629388_100000390571423_864301_968811599_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She become my new best friend alr, LOL, ever since we both got into 3F and had the same idea of "i'm lazy to study", "don't do hw la" or "fail then fail lor test only". It's not a good attitude, we know, and that's why we're gonna mug for the next 3 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;Today last day of shopping ah, so must pamper ourselves a bit more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 295px; height: 443px;" class="fbPhotoImage img" id="fbPhotoImage" src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/300955_260605397295811_100000390571423_864325_1934099516_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that today has ended, I'm left with tomorrow before school reopens. I wonder if I should stay home or should I head to Chinatown with Trisha for this flea. It's damn interesting cause instead of a normal flea where the things are sold on tables, the vendors sell them from the boot of their cars. Ahhhh tmr last day leh should I go?????&lt;br /&gt;But I haven't even touched my hw.... -.- Argh eoy ah eoy, why oh why are you in my way?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184640545580458678-3269351981249410751?l=bitterbubblegums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184640545580458678/posts/default/3269351981249410751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184640545580458678/posts/default/3269351981249410751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbubblegums.blogspot.com/2011/09/your-smile-is-so-distant-its-cruel.html' title='Your smile is so distant it&apos;s cruel.'/><author><name>m i r a b e l l e.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15666589275044687447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MRz8FrKvzTM/TsMV_0I-loI/AAAAAAAAB6o/zrGrVeQiWus/s220/IMG_6038.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184640545580458678.post-4316756898577503347</id><published>2011-09-08T23:21:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T23:58:52.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do the dreams you see with your eyes of glass fascinate you?</title><content type='html'>I just re-added the pause music button for japanese-songs-haters sake. Feel free to hit the pause button now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been staying home almost everyday lately. I wonder why? Usually, I'd grab every opportunity to leave my stuffy home but nowdays, I just wanna sleep all day... A reason why I am not tempted to go out at all is probably cause I'm broke, and I need to save up for the outing with Syafiqah this coming Saturday. Argh money money come to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 460px; height: 349px;" id="fbPhotoImage" class="fbPhotoImage img" alt="" src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/302910_2358881528608_1147371420_2945005_8329146_n.jpg" width="385" height="330" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya. People still owe me money!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;K nvm I'm running out of words to type here. Expect a post only on Saturday when I'm finally a bird that willingly leaves its open cage.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184640545580458678-4316756898577503347?l=bitterbubblegums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184640545580458678/posts/default/4316756898577503347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184640545580458678/posts/default/4316756898577503347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbubblegums.blogspot.com/2011/09/do-dreams-you-see-with-your-eyes-of.html' title='Do the dreams you see with your eyes of glass fascinate you?'/><author><name>m i r a b e l l e.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15666589275044687447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MRz8FrKvzTM/TsMV_0I-loI/AAAAAAAAB6o/zrGrVeQiWus/s220/IMG_6038.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184640545580458678.post-1408714208466063601</id><published>2011-09-04T21:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T21:53:10.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Even now, I still think of that last summer night where the fireworks in the sky were our witness.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a id="myphotolink" href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=2676942&amp;amp;id=1147371420"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 440px; height: 328px;" src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/315391_2356511709364_1147371420_2941953_7134191_n.jpg" id="myphoto" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paid a visit to Mrs Chan who's on maternity leave today!&lt;br /&gt;To those who don't know who she is, she's 1f'o9 form teacher and 2f'1o co-form, which also means that she's my form teacher. She taught me Emaths before and just this may, she was away from school after having a baby girl.&lt;br /&gt;Hehe yes it's a girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Joanne met up earlier to decide on what to buy for her but we just couldn't find anything at Sunplaza. Ended up buying a bag of apples and 1 honeydew in a fairprice plastic bag to give her LOL. The rest bought cake~&lt;br /&gt;The whole visitation was kinda enjoyable. Brings back a lot of old memories from a year or two ago. Meh, I miss my old class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's fencing AND ss lecture AND psl meeting tmr. A day less to do what I want................ But I'm going swimming afterwards! Am hoping it'll be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184640545580458678-1408714208466063601?l=bitterbubblegums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184640545580458678/posts/default/1408714208466063601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184640545580458678/posts/default/1408714208466063601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbubblegums.blogspot.com/2011/09/even-now-i-still-think-of-that-last.html' title='Even now, I still think of that last summer night where the fireworks in the sky were our witness.'/><author><name>m i r a b e l l e.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15666589275044687447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MRz8FrKvzTM/TsMV_0I-loI/AAAAAAAAB6o/zrGrVeQiWus/s220/IMG_6038.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184640545580458678.post-6410347132634631578</id><published>2011-09-02T20:54:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T21:24:23.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alone at the end of august, my heart prickles in pain knowing the next season would be here soon.</title><content type='html'>Should I put a jap song as my blogsong????? &amp;gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img class="media" id="fullSizedImage" src="http://i448.photobucket.com/albums/qq208/xb3ll3x/CIMG2916.jpg" alt="" style="width: 410px; height: 307px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, today seems to pass rather slowly. It's not that I was bored to death or doing something I didn't enjoy. In fact, I was out with Trisha somewhere around the afternoon. But everything today just seemed slow paced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the bus back today, there was this uncute beetle that was scaring the shit out of us both. None of us dared to swipe the beetle off even though we had papers and plastics with us, so it kinda stayed a few cm away from us for 30 mins. We looked like idiots clinging onto each other....&lt;br /&gt;An auntie almost smashed the beetle with a palm. We warned her and then she just swiped it off with bare hands. Omg pwned?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img class="media" id="fullSizedImage" src="http://i448.photobucket.com/albums/qq208/xb3ll3x/CIMG2912.jpg" alt="" style="width: 407px; height: 305px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img class="media" id="fullSizedImage" src="http://i448.photobucket.com/albums/qq208/xb3ll3x/CIMG2920.jpg" alt="" style="width: 407px; height: 304px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I'm gonna do all the things I want to do within this week! Once school reopens, I'm gonna be a hardworking girl and start pulling up my socks. No more failing grades, even for Chinese.&lt;br /&gt;This common test, I was distracted and hence the bad results. Like even though there's Math tomorrow, I will still be watching anime up till 1AM. So this EOY will be different. For 1 month. Nothing but studying for 1 month. Actually, 3 weeks to be exact. I can do it................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184640545580458678-6410347132634631578?l=bitterbubblegums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184640545580458678/posts/default/6410347132634631578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184640545580458678/posts/default/6410347132634631578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbubblegums.blogspot.com/2011/09/alone-at-end-of-august-my-heart.html' title='Alone at the end of august, my heart prickles in pain knowing the next season would be here soon.'/><author><name>m i r a b e l l e.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15666589275044687447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MRz8FrKvzTM/TsMV_0I-loI/AAAAAAAAB6o/zrGrVeQiWus/s220/IMG_6038.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184640545580458678.post-1368234339069938132</id><published>2011-09-01T15:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T16:03:58.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When will you notice these feelings that were never put into words, but kept accumulating like piling snow?</title><content type='html'>&lt;img class="media" id="fullSizedImage" src="http://i448.photobucket.com/albums/qq208/xb3ll3x/Picture0083.jpg" alt="" style="width: 323px; height: 242px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's me and Vivien's 3rd anniversary in 3 more days!! That's right, it's 4th Sept yo~&lt;br /&gt;3 years of being in a relationship with her. 36 months since we first became a couple. 144 weeks of being her essential, other half. 1095 days of being us being lovey dovey. I don't think you'll want me to go on about the hours, minutes and seconds too, right? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Last last valentine's (which means 2010) I bought her roses &amp;lt;: Yes yes I know. I am the best boyfriend you can find ever. BUT SHE CRUSHED IT !@#$%^&amp;amp;* D: She said she too paiseh let people see she got roses... *heart shatters to a million pieces*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when she gave me this note and a rose today, after a tedious day of running about making sure that the movement of the T-amazing race runs smoothly and sweating like mad behind the backstage, she said it was to express her love and to apologise for that rose-crushing incident. Though it took her like... a year... I can say I'm surprised? I didn't prepare anything for her at all x.x So thank youz.&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahah this so lovey wovey and cheesy to me that I really can't stand it anymore. It took a lot from me to say such things. LET'S MOVE ON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's already September. How time flies?&lt;br /&gt;In one month's time...&lt;br /&gt;- It's EOY exams.&lt;br /&gt;- I have to start being attentive in class. No more sleeping/daydreaming.&lt;br /&gt;- I have to work on my Emath, Amath, Bio, Chem and Chinese. No grades lower than C5 please please please.&lt;br /&gt;- Fencing training will resume (well, to be exact, it stops after sept holidays and resumes after EOY) which also means goodbye to my free time?&lt;br /&gt;- My mum's own business will take off. It better be a huge success... I would love to take over the business when I grow up.&lt;br /&gt;- A few books in my to-read list is gonna be published!!&lt;br /&gt;- It will be another phrase of agonising pain and torture filled with horrible backaches that threatens to split my body into half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://beautifulonedirection.tumblr.com/post/9622627486"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 391px; height: 207px;" src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lqsfdhfWUi1qbhvlao1_500.jpg" alt="" /&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/8184640545580458678-1368234339069938132?l=bitterbubblegums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184640545580458678/posts/default/1368234339069938132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184640545580458678/posts/default/1368234339069938132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbubblegums.blogspot.com/2011/09/though-i-never-put-these-feelings-into.html' title='When will you notice these feelings that were never put into words, but kept accumulating like piling snow?'/><author><name>m i r a b e l l e.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15666589275044687447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MRz8FrKvzTM/TsMV_0I-loI/AAAAAAAAB6o/zrGrVeQiWus/s220/IMG_6038.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184640545580458678.post-8579541670302605492</id><published>2011-08-28T20:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T20:34:04.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep your feet on the ground, when your head's in the clouds.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a id="myphotolink" href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?op=1&amp;amp;view=global&amp;amp;subj=1221268436&amp;amp;pid=834555&amp;amp;id=100000390571423"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 389px; height: 258px;" src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/307282_252875568068794_100000390571423_834557_7849993_n.jpg" id="myphoto" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I returned from my jog not long ago.For today, Trisha jogged to my place first so I was alone on the jog back home. It was evening, 7PM or so and the sky was getting darker. Despite that, I still decided to take a particular route back home that has a lot of trees along the pathway.&lt;br /&gt;It was so friggin scary zomg I regretted taking that path truly &amp;gt;_&amp;gt; The were trees like on my left and right and even directly above me. For once I'm thankful for my height cause if I were any taller, I would have to lower my head throughout or risk getting clawed at by the branches. The darkness also made it seem like something would pop out suddenly and grab  me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the thing I was most afraid of was... Accidentally stepping on a snail ._. Arghhhh either way I just ran the whole way and my timing was amazingly fast. The wonders a creepy route during a scary night can do to your running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184640545580458678-8579541670302605492?l=bitterbubblegums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184640545580458678/posts/default/8579541670302605492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184640545580458678/posts/default/8579541670302605492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbubblegums.blogspot.com/2011/08/keep-your-feet-on-ground-when-your.html' title='Keep your feet on the ground, when your head&apos;s in the clouds.'/><author><name>m i r a b e l l e.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15666589275044687447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MRz8FrKvzTM/TsMV_0I-loI/AAAAAAAAB6o/zrGrVeQiWus/s220/IMG_6038.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184640545580458678.post-568479037792333250</id><published>2011-08-27T15:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T16:29:29.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The prince finally came to save her, and the rest you can figure it out.</title><content type='html'>I woke up at 9AM this morning with the intention to jog over to Trisha's place but the rain just had to get in the way!! D:&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a id="myphotolink" href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=31822289&amp;amp;id=1221268436"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 424px; height: 318px;" src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/303919_1964601034305_1221268436_31822288_2633840_n.jpg" id="myphoto" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, me and Trisha had come up with this plan to go jogging everyday as Trisha said she wanted to lose some weight in a week? LOL. So she intends to jog and asks me along, and I was more than happy to oblige. So the plan is that I jog to her house, and then we both jog back to mine to use the gym~ Afterwards she jogs back home. We're gonna take turns to jog to each other house first. Cool, right? :)&lt;br /&gt;When I was jogging back to my place with Trisha, I felt like I was going to die... Never felt so tired before %@!&amp;amp;@*#. This means I need more stamina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a id="myphotolink" href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=31822295&amp;amp;id=1221268436"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 425px; height: 319px;" src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/300654_1964602794349_1221268436_31822294_7394005_n.jpg" id="myphoto" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a id="myphotolink" href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=31822304&amp;amp;id=1221268436"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 427px; height: 320px;" src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/317344_1964604794399_1221268436_31822302_2755973_n.jpg" id="myphoto" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a id="myphotolink" href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=31822296&amp;amp;id=1221268436"&gt;&lt;img sty
