<?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-6136151858855728473</id><updated>2011-07-31T05:32:19.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lifetime Piling Up</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherewesleptlastnight.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136151858855728473/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherewesleptlastnight.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Justina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806711445005625678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/R7HocrpY3AI/AAAAAAAAADA/16I3KZgQg2o/S220/Image020.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>57</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6136151858855728473.post-6357305926362924383</id><published>2011-03-25T01:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T01:43:18.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In 2011</title><content type='html'>Lets see...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nothing much has changed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;grown older&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wiser(I should think)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;independent(I hope)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;taking the next big step in life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;uni life &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder if anyone in Singapore is gonna join me overseas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanna go out and see the world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but a part of me hates to go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I say 4 months is a short time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but come to think of it,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its long&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its gonna be a lonely journey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im scared to do this on my own&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but I need to learn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to try&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6136151858855728473-6357305926362924383?l=wherewesleptlastnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherewesleptlastnight.blogspot.com/feeds/6357305926362924383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6136151858855728473&amp;postID=6357305926362924383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136151858855728473/posts/default/6357305926362924383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136151858855728473/posts/default/6357305926362924383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherewesleptlastnight.blogspot.com/2011/03/in-2011.html' title='In 2011'/><author><name>Justina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806711445005625678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/R7HocrpY3AI/AAAAAAAAADA/16I3KZgQg2o/S220/Image020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6136151858855728473.post-4237811533046041334</id><published>2010-06-17T20:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T20:59:02.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And all those years are piling up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, serif; "&gt;So while its halftime on &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;Argentina vs South Korea&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Im here to blog. And WOW its been long. Reading back my old posts, I didnt think I was that a wild child, till now. Im growing oldoldold with my current no life status. It's amazing how much 3 years has done to everyone including me. But somethings are ever constant. &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC99;"&gt;TAN XIANGLIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; still my sister. &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;LEWIS BENEDICT THAM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;still my hubby. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hawhaw. Nothing much interesting in life to report. Monday went &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;paktor-ing&lt;/span&gt; with hubs go watch &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;Karate Kid&lt;/span&gt;. Still dependent on hubs to drive me around since hohoho I failed my vroomvroom test. And we spent the whole night arguing how I failed. I got 2 pts in circuit and 24 on the road. Hubs on the other got 38 pts in the circuit and 6pts on the road his first attempt.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt; SO IM NOT THAT BAD A DRIVER RIGHT?!!!!!&lt;/span&gt; Next time he drive and I park. Its called comparative advantage in econs. I still dont understand how he can get 38pts in the circuit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;After movie we went to Thompson eat tau huay. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;SEE WE HAVENT CHANGED MUCH, WE STILL LOVE TAUHUAY!&lt;/span&gt; Than argue sommore.  I mean the whole trip from my house to Serangoon to talk to my vroom cher to Bishan to Thompson and back to my house&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66CCCC;"&gt;(which he almost missed and wanted to drive to his home)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; we were bickering. Ya I know we havent changed much together either! But hubs taught me how to change lane so I can pass vroomvroom next time. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;Love you Ben!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;Going back to watch &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6666CC;"&gt;World cup&lt;/span&gt; now! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;Tan Xianglin&lt;/span&gt; says so anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;Wonder if I should continue this blog. Yes/No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;Just you and me tonight everything will be okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/6136151858855728473-4237811533046041334?l=wherewesleptlastnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherewesleptlastnight.blogspot.com/feeds/4237811533046041334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6136151858855728473&amp;postID=4237811533046041334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136151858855728473/posts/default/4237811533046041334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136151858855728473/posts/default/4237811533046041334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherewesleptlastnight.blogspot.com/2010/06/and-all-those-years-are-piling-up.html' title='And all those years are piling up'/><author><name>Justina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806711445005625678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/R7HocrpY3AI/AAAAAAAAADA/16I3KZgQg2o/S220/Image020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6136151858855728473.post-4949434611834832529</id><published>2009-01-17T22:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T21:59:28.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For Those Who Still Come Here</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Just like a Nursery kid who is going back to school to learn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am going back to school, and making sure its a better year. Be more focused. DONT SLEEP IN LECTURES/TUTORIALS. Do tutorials. Be better at time management(its better now since there is no more project work yo!). And the most important, NEVER to lose my faith again and be dutiful to my daily prayers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyways, I hope I get into cheerobics this year. If I do, I can dance and scream till March and not July. I need to mug, and mug hard. Though I hope I dont lose my head before March will all the front rolls, side rolls, and back rolls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mr Obama is gonna be President in 3 days! This is just so exciting. In the future, I will tell my grandchildren that when I was young, I saw racial tolerance grow by an exponential rate. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/SXHxbkM86wI/AAAAAAAAAfE/oZwt2ARmZaA/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292276493013805826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 165px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 206px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/SXHxbkM86wI/AAAAAAAAAfE/oZwt2ARmZaA/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Be the Change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6136151858855728473-4949434611834832529?l=wherewesleptlastnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherewesleptlastnight.blogspot.com/feeds/4949434611834832529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6136151858855728473&amp;postID=4949434611834832529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136151858855728473/posts/default/4949434611834832529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136151858855728473/posts/default/4949434611834832529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherewesleptlastnight.blogspot.com/2009/01/for-those-who-still-come-here.html' title='For Those Who Still Come Here'/><author><name>Justina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806711445005625678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/R7HocrpY3AI/AAAAAAAAADA/16I3KZgQg2o/S220/Image020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/SXHxbkM86wI/AAAAAAAAAfE/oZwt2ARmZaA/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6136151858855728473.post-3382858523562554461</id><published>2008-12-08T21:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:27:24.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All About Self-Discipline</title><content type='html'>I think I need a shrink.&lt;br /&gt;Twilight Saga is taking over me.&lt;br /&gt;Start homework now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6136151858855728473-3382858523562554461?l=wherewesleptlastnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherewesleptlastnight.blogspot.com/feeds/3382858523562554461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6136151858855728473&amp;postID=3382858523562554461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136151858855728473/posts/default/3382858523562554461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136151858855728473/posts/default/3382858523562554461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherewesleptlastnight.blogspot.com/2008/12/all-about-self-discipline.html' title='All About Self-Discipline'/><author><name>Justina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806711445005625678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/R7HocrpY3AI/AAAAAAAAADA/16I3KZgQg2o/S220/Image020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6136151858855728473.post-1584239072305963584</id><published>2008-12-07T14:22:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T22:03:13.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm in Love with a Vampire</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello world. Been pretty busy, explaining the long hiatus. Nonetheless, I always have something to rant and rave about. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276930527553173058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/STtsWz84tkI/AAAAAAAAAd0/LrqlRPsTvY8/s320/838281501_81a5f8f711.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Picked up &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Twilight&lt;/span&gt; from Borders the other day while doing some shopping, and hohoho its &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SO DAMN BLOODY GOOD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(get the pun?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;! I have nothing but compliments for this book. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Best book I have ever read in my entire life.&lt;/span&gt; Yes, that fantastic. I couldn't put the book down from the moment I started, it made me wanna flipflipflip the pages till im done with the whole book, then I faint cause I didn't buy the next one, and I felt like a part of me was amiss. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276935666865948866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/STtxB9YiSMI/AAAAAAAAAeM/rm17jwdo_UY/s320/2925569099_1487bc48dd.jpg" border="0" /&gt; To fill the empty-ness I hunted high and low for the movie online, and luck was on my side. Despite being warned initially by my sis that the movie was insignificant as compared to the book, God knows &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I refuse to wait till 18 December&lt;/span&gt; to catch it in the Singapore cinema.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276932846606730626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 228px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/STtudzGVxYI/AAAAAAAAAd8/XZWScStUW4w/s320/3021579744_9f7a0a67f4.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Hello Edward Cullen Love!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You definitely dazzle me. Question: Do you use SK-II to get your skin this white? You see, I use SK-II too but I can't seem to become as pale as you. Sigh. Call me and tell me your secret yeah. Oh and I love the way you did you hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276964074658184866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/STuK3gp_vqI/AAAAAAAAAes/JD88F4KRG6c/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt; Kristen Stewart dear(aka Bella Swan) I love your LBD and all but it looks kinda like for the Olympic ice-skating ring. Robert Pattinson Love(aka Edward Cullen) you look dazed. Perhaps you could use some alcohol, or did you have too much? hmm. &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Did you guys even comb your hair this morning?&lt;/span&gt; tsktsk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/STtxB2jAtNI/AAAAAAAAAeU/3cV7Ljki9f0/s1600-h/2935272923_868b18c868.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276935665030837458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 215px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/STtxB2jAtNI/AAAAAAAAAeU/3cV7Ljki9f0/s320/2935272923_868b18c868.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ps. Vampire Love, the sun dont really shine that bright in Forks, so I see no reason for those ridiculous shades. Burn those Ray Ban's please. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276964656565316434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/STuLZYbd61I/AAAAAAAAAe0/hwS2IYnhbOs/s320/3010503972_922863c67b.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;The one and only part of the movie which I really enjoyed was when they Cullens were playing Baseball in the thunderstorm. Thats because that was the only part where I could feel some emotion all thanks to &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Muse's Supermassive Black Hole&lt;/span&gt; music that gave me a slight adrenaline rush.&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, the movie was mediocre. The acting by both the stars wasn't very good either due to little chemistry. I swear I found it so difficult to feel the emotions of Bella. Especially when she spoke of her thoughts, I couldn't stand her voice. Though I give some credit to Vampire Love for attempting those mysterious eyes, but his voice wasn't mysterious at all. Sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sound like a big fan of Twilight, but I think I can be its worst critic too. I mean for girls like me with little romance to life, sure we love the story. But for those wanting to read it, here's a gist of what you will get. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;'I Love you, but you cannot Love me cause Im the bad guy. So stay away from me, but not too far cause Im intrigued by you. Anyway, Im not that bad since I feed on animals not humans. Are you afraid of me? Please say no cause you're my life now'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Plus another quarter of the book is dedicated to adjectives describing how gorgeous Edward is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what? Just read the book. Stop ranting here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;I Found You Flightless Bird&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6136151858855728473-1584239072305963584?l=wherewesleptlastnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherewesleptlastnight.blogspot.com/feeds/1584239072305963584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6136151858855728473&amp;postID=1584239072305963584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136151858855728473/posts/default/1584239072305963584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136151858855728473/posts/default/1584239072305963584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherewesleptlastnight.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-in-love-with-vampire.html' title='I&apos;m in Love with a Vampire'/><author><name>Justina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806711445005625678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/R7HocrpY3AI/AAAAAAAAADA/16I3KZgQg2o/S220/Image020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/STtsWz84tkI/AAAAAAAAAd0/LrqlRPsTvY8/s72-c/838281501_81a5f8f711.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6136151858855728473.post-2395897789758748205</id><published>2008-11-16T09:49:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T22:49:36.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No other way to better say</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/SSgZLhIGLmI/AAAAAAAAAds/_u79iVh3Tc4/s1600-h/DSC_0148.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271491049498750562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/SSgZLhIGLmI/AAAAAAAAAds/_u79iVh3Tc4/s400/DSC_0148.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;SOCCER GANG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/SSgZCGh8JOI/AAAAAAAAAdk/V0XEuLzD7_Y/s1600-h/DSC_0148.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/SSgZBztEZ_I/AAAAAAAAAdc/OvyOTLgMFE0/s1600-h/IMG_4692.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271490882686969842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/SSgZBztEZ_I/AAAAAAAAAdc/OvyOTLgMFE0/s320/IMG_4692.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Boyfriend love's got skills. whoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/SSdmYlJ-yNI/AAAAAAAAAdU/wqdJeeD7UOE/s1600-h/Image064.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271294461337323730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/SSdmYlJ-yNI/AAAAAAAAAdU/wqdJeeD7UOE/s400/Image064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; For the first time in a long time...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I Love You, Is That Okay?&lt;/span&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/6136151858855728473-2395897789758748205?l=wherewesleptlastnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherewesleptlastnight.blogspot.com/feeds/2395897789758748205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6136151858855728473&amp;postID=2395897789758748205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136151858855728473/posts/default/2395897789758748205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136151858855728473/posts/default/2395897789758748205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherewesleptlastnight.blogspot.com/2008/11/no-other-way-to-better-say.html' title='No other way to better say'/><author><name>Justina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806711445005625678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/R7HocrpY3AI/AAAAAAAAADA/16I3KZgQg2o/S220/Image020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/SSgZLhIGLmI/AAAAAAAAAds/_u79iVh3Tc4/s72-c/DSC_0148.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6136151858855728473.post-3739727334899197695</id><published>2008-11-07T23:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T23:54:08.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear God</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Thank You for Getting Me Promoted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Im trying to fool the Soccer Gang into thinking I got retained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Cheap Thrills&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Wondering bout boyfriend Penshah. hmmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6136151858855728473-3739727334899197695?l=wherewesleptlastnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherewesleptlastnight.blogspot.com/feeds/3739727334899197695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6136151858855728473&amp;postID=3739727334899197695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136151858855728473/posts/default/3739727334899197695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136151858855728473/posts/default/3739727334899197695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherewesleptlastnight.blogspot.com/2008/11/dear-god.html' title='Dear God'/><author><name>Justina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806711445005625678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/R7HocrpY3AI/AAAAAAAAADA/16I3KZgQg2o/S220/Image020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6136151858855728473.post-1211560447372754863</id><published>2008-11-06T09:37:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T18:20:03.352+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dessert Bowl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desserting at new places with Huiling darling and Sherman love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Our new place: &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Dessert Bowl&lt;/span&gt; at Serangoon Gardens&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Huiling's Mango Ice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I would give it an above average. Topped with ample mango pieces, and a big scoop of vanilla ice-cream, with ice shavings and palm sugar at the bottom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265353435055560706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/SRJLDVlemAI/AAAAAAAAAc0/CcVH4fh3aMM/s320/Image067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Sherman's Durian Mousse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The minute you sink your mouth into this, your in for a ride. Well, thats for the durian fans atleast. Upon the first bite, your hit with the strong taste of durian. Thank Heaven's it didn't have that strong durian smell.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/SRJLDkOpmkI/AAAAAAAAAdE/rUpwr0Dduhk/s1600-h/Image069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265353438986345026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/SRJLDkOpmkI/AAAAAAAAAdE/rUpwr0Dduhk/s320/Image069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;My Starwberry Ice&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It was slightly diluted, but other than that, it was rather good. Wasn't too sweet, and yes, a big scoop of vanilla ice-cream.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/SRJLDWAr0LI/AAAAAAAAAc8/-AbEwonWZ8c/s1600-h/Image070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265353435169673394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/SRJLDWAr0LI/AAAAAAAAAc8/-AbEwonWZ8c/s320/Image070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Met darling Thomas at &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;our favourite park&lt;/span&gt;, which had lights this time. Talked for awhile till Huiling had to leave, so we had to walk her to my house where her sis picked her up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night being young, we attempted to walk to zhonghua, but ended up at the closest coffee shop cause the guys wanted to drink, which than lead to eating too. For one, I didn't know that coffee shops would be open at like 12midnight. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;You would figure their reaction from the new revelation I had.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its the same old deal, talk and talk and talk. Walked me home, talked some more. Reached my house, and they went to admire pretty much every car in the carpark before they left. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darling Thomas is closing into getting his &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;bike license&lt;/span&gt;. You know I can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of the people start to rush. Start to rush by. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6136151858855728473-1211560447372754863?l=wherewesleptlastnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherewesleptlastnight.blogspot.com/feeds/1211560447372754863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6136151858855728473&amp;postID=1211560447372754863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136151858855728473/posts/default/1211560447372754863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136151858855728473/posts/default/1211560447372754863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherewesleptlastnight.blogspot.com/2008/11/dessert-bowl.html' title='Dessert Bowl'/><author><name>Justina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806711445005625678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/R7HocrpY3AI/AAAAAAAAADA/16I3KZgQg2o/S220/Image020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/SRJLDVlemAI/AAAAAAAAAc0/CcVH4fh3aMM/s72-c/Image067.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6136151858855728473.post-3364442375952093123</id><published>2008-10-30T01:34:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T02:24:49.018+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To My History Maker's...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/SQie0120AmI/AAAAAAAAAcs/8kjTQ8aMXB8/s1600-h/love.bmp"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262630795229790818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/SQie0120AmI/AAAAAAAAAcs/8kjTQ8aMXB8/s400/love.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Just as warm as the sun was in the picture, it gives me that warm and fuzzy feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Look close enough and this picture is what I would describe as &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yesterday, was the last day of JC1. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yes, its amazing. 8 months felt like 2 years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well, nothing much has changed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I still love them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Absence only makes the heart grow stronger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Its been hard, but we passed the test of friendship with an A+.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;From Val's breakfast, to eating Yu Qian's preserved plums in the chem lab, love notes for encouragement, plus Wenna's cheek pinching antiques, Shar's music to brighten the day, and Gwen's Hello Kitty marshmallows, not forgetting a daily tune or two I would sing as contribution on my behalf. The thought of it just brings it all back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Im feeling Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6136151858855728473-3364442375952093123?l=wherewesleptlastnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherewesleptlastnight.blogspot.com/feeds/3364442375952093123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6136151858855728473&amp;postID=3364442375952093123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136151858855728473/posts/default/3364442375952093123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136151858855728473/posts/default/3364442375952093123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherewesleptlastnight.blogspot.com/2008/10/to-my-history-makers.html' title='To My History Maker&apos;s...'/><author><name>Justina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806711445005625678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/R7HocrpY3AI/AAAAAAAAADA/16I3KZgQg2o/S220/Image020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/SQie0120AmI/AAAAAAAAAcs/8kjTQ8aMXB8/s72-c/love.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6136151858855728473.post-8127182107366516537</id><published>2008-10-19T08:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T12:18:41.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy Lovies Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Marina Mandarin's buffet is love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Food Whore!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*ignore the false dates*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;This is in cronological order, serious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Dessert is always on top of the list.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1.Hot Cheng Teng.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So yummy with lots and lots of dried logans.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260890619420804066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/SQJwJRzDA-I/AAAAAAAAAbM/fw9tSlmubMA/s320/100_1045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Chinese Pancakes stuffed with red bean paste.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;3.Durian Puff. (you know I don't eat durian, but this was rather good. The durian taste wasn't too strong, and it didn't leave a strong after taste)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;4.Yam Kueh. Still wondering how they got the kueh to look like that. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260890629863276306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/SQJwJ4sufxI/AAAAAAAAAbU/Lo-ymSyppSw/s320/100_1033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;5. Mango Mousse&lt;br /&gt;6. Rasberry Mousse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;7. Green Tea Mousse. yummy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;8. Hazelnut Cake. It taste like the Thousand Leaves cake at Coffee Bean. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;9. Apple Pie. It wan't that nice. Rather bland.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260890634124804178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/SQJwKIkwQFI/AAAAAAAAAbc/mo40PLpYkso/s320/100_1047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;10. Toasted Bagel for starters.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260890638218034786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/SQJwKX0p_mI/AAAAAAAAAbk/puXGBePBuC0/s320/100_1065.JPG" border="0" /&gt;11. One good bowl of sweet porriage for a cold rainy day.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260893228521172882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/SQJyhJdDL5I/AAAAAAAAAb0/XQJ-Mc05P-w/s320/100_1066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;12. That very nice fried casing that is supposed to have some radish filling, but I passed on it, cause I just love it plain. hah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know I said I swore off sushi after bf and tons showed me that horrendous video of bunch Japanese fishermen killing dolphins. But I figured I wont be eating any dolphins in my life, so I stopped my boycott. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;13. Nori-tama (Sweeted egg wrapped with seaweed)&lt;br /&gt;14. Uramaki (California roll)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;15. Zaru Soba (Cold Saba noodles)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260895091724669314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/SQJ0NmbYUYI/AAAAAAAAAcU/0RgPKhQwkWs/s320/100_1075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;16. Chee Kueh. Childhood food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;17. Siew Mai. The meat had a nice soft texture, but it lacked that crunch cause they didn't put in chopped water chestnuts.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/SQJ0OR8vafI/AAAAAAAAAck/1dw7AAtyhSU/s1600-h/100_1089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260895103407319538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/SQJ0OR8vafI/AAAAAAAAAck/1dw7AAtyhSU/s320/100_1089.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;18. Sweet Corn Ice-cream! (yam ice-cream at the bottom)&lt;br /&gt;With my rainbow sprinkles, pink chocolate shavings and chopped macadamias.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/SQJ0ODIcO4I/AAAAAAAAAcc/lFNmeV7skS4/s1600-h/100_1088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260895099429862274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/SQJ0ODIcO4I/AAAAAAAAAcc/lFNmeV7skS4/s320/100_1088.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Afer this, all I can say is LOSE WEIGHT! ROAR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Happy Birthday Daddy Lovie!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I know he liked that TY Ghost I got him, plus a mixed cd of our fav tunes. whoppie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;For all my wannabe TaiTai's, here's a lesson on making Muah Chee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Directions:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cut a lil dough, and make sure to dab off all that excess sesame oil.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Modern TaiTai's are thin!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Note: A lil dough goes a long way, cause it yields a lot Muah Chee. Yes it does. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260893235254236066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/SQJyhiiVk6I/AAAAAAAAAb8/uQqsqp7SNtw/s320/100_1078.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Place dough in mixture of ground peanuts, ground sesame seeds, and fine castor sugar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;SnipSnipSnip that dough into puny pieces. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Your children don't have that big a mouth. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260893245596359938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/SQJyiJEF3QI/AAAAAAAAAcE/QpiOqE4EMY8/s320/100_1082.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Slather each piece with a generous amount of the peanut mixture, and rollrollroll.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Note: You know that everyone around wants a piece of your masterpiece, so use that scissors as a weapon and protect your Muah Chee.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/SQJyiswZkfI/AAAAAAAAAcM/KtM-NOV7ywo/s1600-h/100_1084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260893255177441778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/SQJyiswZkfI/AAAAAAAAAcM/KtM-NOV7ywo/s320/100_1084.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Place on a pretty plate and serve to hubby and children.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260890640536226530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/SQJwKgdWyuI/AAAAAAAAAbs/OhYLHjMfol0/s320/100_1086.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll make the best TaiTai in the world! Wheeee. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;It's a Love Story, baby, just say yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6136151858855728473-8127182107366516537?l=wherewesleptlastnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherewesleptlastnight.blogspot.com/feeds/8127182107366516537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6136151858855728473&amp;postID=8127182107366516537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136151858855728473/posts/default/8127182107366516537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136151858855728473/posts/default/8127182107366516537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherewesleptlastnight.blogspot.com/2008/10/daddy-lovies-birthday.html' title='Daddy Lovies Birthday'/><author><name>Justina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806711445005625678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/R7HocrpY3AI/AAAAAAAAADA/16I3KZgQg2o/S220/Image020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/SQJwJRzDA-I/AAAAAAAAAbM/fw9tSlmubMA/s72-c/100_1045.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6136151858855728473.post-3757234476789813991</id><published>2008-10-13T22:56:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T00:25:26.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Darling Hui Ling's Sweet 18</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Huiling my Superstar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/SPNj3f8vuPI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/koZpd1dXMdY/s1600-h/IMG_4327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256654995191740658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/SPNj3f8vuPI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/koZpd1dXMdY/s320/IMG_4327.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/SPNj3uoQyjI/AAAAAAAAAaM/Fqswi-KmhNo/s1600-h/IMG_4349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256654999132359218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/SPNj3uoQyjI/AAAAAAAAAaM/Fqswi-KmhNo/s320/IMG_4349.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256655018891895666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/SPNj44PTY3I/AAAAAAAAAac/sW87ZxXaRSg/s320/IMG_4274.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Ahem. Yuhang's marvelous cactus present idea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256654135174807922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/SPNjFcIuwXI/AAAAAAAAAZk/yMG-zbavFtA/s320/IMG_4300.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Awww. My darlings 18 candles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256654135971485554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/SPNjFfGrF3I/AAAAAAAAAZs/0GdtICO50YY/s320/IMG_4309.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Make a wish baby!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256654137079908562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/SPNjFjO8SNI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/SzZJAs42a9s/s320/IMG_4313.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Musical chairs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256654996449480482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/SPNj3konTyI/AAAAAAAAAaE/pCMFdi5uJvk/s320/IMG_4356.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SCANDAL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256654132942539010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/SPNjFT0hCQI/AAAAAAAAAZU/bEYVJ4LCU4I/s320/DSC00121.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256656051861704194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/SPNk1AWfzgI/AAAAAAAAAak/1ZX4EMBozi0/s320/IMG_0415.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Sherman and Hongfei's version of Westside story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256654997107336322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/SPNj3nFdZII/AAAAAAAAAaU/x5MQHb7mbgE/s320/IMG_4392.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY DARLING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;loved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I don't mean to be evil and spoil the happy post, but this happened on the very same night. Oh wells, you can just laugh at my agony to make up for it. Anywho's Oh-so-thrifty Justina decided to save her 45cents on a bus ride from Huilings place to chompchomp, and traded it for a standing ride behide Sherman Tan's bike. Which was a super cool idea in my mind since I have never stood at the back of a riding bicycle in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Here are the outcomes of the ride:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;TADAAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256661130567495826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/SPNpcoAUMJI/AAAAAAAAAas/G41onBqrZFs/s320/Image055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256661128649544658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/SPNpcg3Ck9I/AAAAAAAAAa0/nFQYhRpszMY/s320/Image056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;2 days later...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256661132195532994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/SPNpcuEeEMI/AAAAAAAAAa8/ByJ_L6gfK2M/s320/Image057.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;this is the champion. freakin pain okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256661135311586722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/SPNpc5rZRaI/AAAAAAAAAbE/VH692HEszNc/s320/Image058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;This is even worse than cheerleading man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Wanna add more laughter to that? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;After like the 3rd or 4th bus stop we passed, I gave up and took the bus with the rest of the other guys. The tyres often touched my legs, thus inflicting the above damages, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;AND I STILL HAD TO PAY 45 CENTS FOR A BUS RIDE TO CHOMPCHOMP!&lt;/span&gt; Go ahead roll on the floor and laugh your ass off. I'm not the sort to curse and swear, but when I was showering that night, I was cursing in my heart. FREAKING PAIN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Wanna laugh even harder?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;When I was reaching home, I saw Jonatons, Kuan Siong and Shengyang again, with their bikes in tow walking pass my house. Guess what? Jonatons bicycle tyre burst and the 3 champions were walking from Serangoon Gardens to Toa Payoh, and it was like 12.30am. Our 3 Trackers reached home at........*Drumroll Please*....&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;2.23am&lt;/span&gt;. What sheer determination they have to go home. The soccer gang never fails to amaze me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  you should know it's hard to just forget the past to the pass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6136151858855728473-3757234476789813991?l=wherewesleptlastnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherewesleptlastnight.blogspot.com/feeds/3757234476789813991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6136151858855728473&amp;postID=3757234476789813991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136151858855728473/posts/default/3757234476789813991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136151858855728473/posts/default/3757234476789813991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherewesleptlastnight.blogspot.com/2008/10/darling-hui-lings-sweet-18.html' title='Darling Hui Ling&apos;s Sweet 18'/><author><name>Justina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806711445005625678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/R7HocrpY3AI/AAAAAAAAADA/16I3KZgQg2o/S220/Image020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/SPNj3f8vuPI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/koZpd1dXMdY/s72-c/IMG_4327.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6136151858855728473.post-6760103730034883822</id><published>2008-09-19T22:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T23:24:20.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Through It All</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Admitting&lt;/span&gt; to my loss of faith, I fell on my knees and prayed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Not knowing if it would even reach the ears of the Lord.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Not thinking much about what I did the night before, I went about my day as per usual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Than someone came back to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;It only hit me after switching the computer off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;From the bottom of my heart, I thanked the Lord.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Jc has really tested my faith.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;In addition to failing every single subject, I failed the most important core subject in life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I failed you, Lord.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Today I stand before you, with my life in pieces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;On my part, I will spend 10 hours fixing my jigsaw life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;In hope that you'll spare 1 minute to help me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Cause I really cant do this by myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Take it to the Lord in prayer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6136151858855728473-6760103730034883822?l=wherewesleptlastnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherewesleptlastnight.blogspot.com/feeds/6760103730034883822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6136151858855728473&amp;postID=6760103730034883822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136151858855728473/posts/default/6760103730034883822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136151858855728473/posts/default/6760103730034883822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherewesleptlastnight.blogspot.com/2008/09/through-it-all.html' title='Through It All'/><author><name>Justina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806711445005625678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/R7HocrpY3AI/AAAAAAAAADA/16I3KZgQg2o/S220/Image020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6136151858855728473.post-1680511978812174912</id><published>2008-09-17T01:25:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T01:54:34.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is Ground Zero</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I cant even believe im doing this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Im tired of this life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Im tired of going to a place were all I see are lies and fabricated stories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Im tired of not getting the attention I need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Im tired of feeling invisible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Im tired of proving myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Im tired of screaming my lungs out, cause whats the point, no one listens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Im tired of not getting things the way I want them to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;IM FREAKING TIRED OF BEING TIRED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Why the hell do you guys try to sympathise for me, when you guys arnt even there when I need you. Ya you can repeat that "you know what honey, although you feel lost in this big ocean, God is always there. He will never leave you. He's there to save you" Oh great thanks. Leave it all to God so that you dont have to do anything. Thanks for feeding/clothing/paying for my tuition fees. BUT ALL I BLOODY WANT IS THAT YOU ARE THERE TO LISTEN TO ME! Asking for that is like asking for the sun and moon combined. Great, I just created my own ocean at 1.25 in the morning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I cant do this on my own. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6136151858855728473-1680511978812174912?l=wherewesleptlastnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherewesleptlastnight.blogspot.com/feeds/1680511978812174912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6136151858855728473&amp;postID=1680511978812174912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136151858855728473/posts/default/1680511978812174912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136151858855728473/posts/default/1680511978812174912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherewesleptlastnight.blogspot.com/2008/09/ground-zero.html' title='This is Ground Zero'/><author><name>Justina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806711445005625678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/R7HocrpY3AI/AAAAAAAAADA/16I3KZgQg2o/S220/Image020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6136151858855728473.post-6857704777891096362</id><published>2008-09-13T07:51:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T08:55:50.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Delayed Childhood</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh crap, I slept the whole of yesterday night. And ya, NO WORK DONE! shitshitshit. Okay from Today onwards, its an OATH.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;I WILL STUDY LIKE A DOG&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Justina, you are gonna disappoint everyone if you don't get promoted. What the hell are you doing sleeping? You're eyebag reading is just 7mm? Who cares if its 2mm more than what you achieved during the O levels. You had better bang hard on those books now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Okay after I post this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had this dying crave to feel like a little school girl again. Don't laugh! So I bought myself some $20 white Bata (buy and throw away) shoes. Wheeee. These shoes are more comfortable than my tenthousandpound nike sneakers. Im like the super outstanding person in jc. While everyone is wearing sport shoes, Im wearing white Bata shoes. Whooo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/SMsDO2jKtZI/AAAAAAAAAY8/erJFGsRfvMo/s1600-h/Image044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245289744699143570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/SMsDO2jKtZI/AAAAAAAAAY8/erJFGsRfvMo/s320/Image044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Huiling Darling came over to my place yesterday to help me read my Chinese passages. Yup. So kind of her, right. Our late evening snack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245289759499312786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/SMsDPtrzXpI/AAAAAAAAAZM/kZZXQQ1rLkg/s320/Image059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;The biscuits are super cute! Actually there is one missing. the one and only pathetic camal in the whole packet. Sigh. Addicted to these bisuits. Love!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/SMsDPC_fOeI/AAAAAAAAAZE/f-oUFebQjd8/s1600-h/Image045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245289748039154146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/SMsDPC_fOeI/AAAAAAAAAZE/f-oUFebQjd8/s320/Image045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;So we were waiting for her bus, when my King drove pass. Yeah, I pushed Huiling into the SLK and off she went. I hope huiling told my dad about good Justina. haha. Thanks my darling! I can always count on you for some Chinese help, Lovie dovie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mooncake Festival is tomorrow! Lantern carrying and mooncake eating. Can't wait. My King bought me my &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;Goodwood Park Hotel 4 eggyolk mooncake&lt;/span&gt;. Egg yolk is love. Plus my Queen made a little green frog(thats me!) lantern for me to play. haha. Such a kid man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, STUDY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;A special good luck to baby love. We will survive promos togerher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Ulric Sunshine. I need your daily Midnight calls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6136151858855728473-6857704777891096362?l=wherewesleptlastnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherewesleptlastnight.blogspot.com/feeds/6857704777891096362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6136151858855728473&amp;postID=6857704777891096362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136151858855728473/posts/default/6857704777891096362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136151858855728473/posts/default/6857704777891096362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherewesleptlastnight.blogspot.com/2008/09/on-upper-east-side.html' title='Delayed Childhood'/><author><name>Justina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806711445005625678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/R7HocrpY3AI/AAAAAAAAADA/16I3KZgQg2o/S220/Image020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/SMsDO2jKtZI/AAAAAAAAAY8/erJFGsRfvMo/s72-c/Image044.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6136151858855728473.post-1414033682072131301</id><published>2008-09-06T20:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T21:02:41.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stressed Out</title><content type='html'>Wooooo.&lt;br /&gt;Met &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;boyfriend&lt;/span&gt; today.&lt;br /&gt;Feel kinda bad cause I didn't really eat much of the food which he paid for.&lt;br /&gt;Ya and at the end he was scolding me. Oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;Finding it difficult to get lost into his mesmersing eyes cause of his growing eyebags.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, its mutual, my eye bags are just as bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Im gonna take a ruler and measure my eyebags daily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holidays are ending, bummer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Need to find ways of getting MC for a month so I can cook myself at home to study.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any suggestions?&lt;br /&gt;Promo's are coming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTE TO BOYFRIEND&lt;br /&gt;In response to your question,&lt;br /&gt;I want to get promoted, so &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;we have to get promoted together baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the most I'll just transfer to your school for J2.&lt;br /&gt;Trust me, I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Eat more Smarties baby love, they'll make you smarter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh snap, I just did another bf post. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay, next post shall NOT be on bf.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hang in there people!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6136151858855728473-1414033682072131301?l=wherewesleptlastnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherewesleptlastnight.blogspot.com/feeds/1414033682072131301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6136151858855728473&amp;postID=1414033682072131301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136151858855728473/posts/default/1414033682072131301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136151858855728473/posts/default/1414033682072131301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherewesleptlastnight.blogspot.com/2008/09/wooooo.html' title='Stressed Out'/><author><name>Justina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806711445005625678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/R7HocrpY3AI/AAAAAAAAADA/16I3KZgQg2o/S220/Image020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6136151858855728473.post-3289699599505784398</id><published>2008-09-05T19:23:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T20:04:49.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Notes Piling Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Justina's great organisational skills&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/SMEXSuwsXOI/AAAAAAAAATw/kCyXdNj8FZU/s1600-h/Image031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242497051793317090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/SMEXSuwsXOI/AAAAAAAAATw/kCyXdNj8FZU/s320/Image031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;G-TEC-ER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/SMEXS6iUJ-I/AAAAAAAAAT4/VPm5zpt5HsQ/s1600-h/Image038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242497054954235874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/SMEXS6iUJ-I/AAAAAAAAAT4/VPm5zpt5HsQ/s320/Image038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Okay this is damn hilarious. I showed Aloysius these 2 pics, and he said. "I see lipton tea, my fav". "my fav pen". Woooooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Gonna return boyfriend his notes tomorrow, plus get more notes from him. LoveLove. What will I do without him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;I suddenly realise that bf is taking over my blog. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Okay and Im missing Xianglin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;I love listening to Akon's Sorry, Blame it on me, when I do math.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Bf sent that song to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Remembering when he sang it in the Art Room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Those were the great times we all spend it the Art Room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Right Xianglin?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6136151858855728473-3289699599505784398?l=wherewesleptlastnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherewesleptlastnight.blogspot.com/feeds/3289699599505784398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6136151858855728473&amp;postID=3289699599505784398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136151858855728473/posts/default/3289699599505784398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136151858855728473/posts/default/3289699599505784398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherewesleptlastnight.blogspot.com/2008/09/notes-piling-up.html' title='Notes Piling Up'/><author><name>Justina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806711445005625678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/R7HocrpY3AI/AAAAAAAAADA/16I3KZgQg2o/S220/Image020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/SMEXSuwsXOI/AAAAAAAAATw/kCyXdNj8FZU/s72-c/Image031.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6136151858855728473.post-7396288220933423117</id><published>2008-08-31T13:12:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T15:36:00.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getaway Tonight</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still waiting for my other pictures to come in from yesterday's &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;5N BBQ&lt;/span&gt; at Pasir Ris Park, so I'll just upload the pathetic 2 I have. Pardon me as they are blur.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;BOYFRIEND!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I Love this picture of him. Its kinda artistic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/SLoqa9s0GiI/AAAAAAAAATY/l4zEWWi1-EA/s1600-h/Image023.jpg"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240547759126485538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/SLoqa9s0GiI/AAAAAAAAATY/l4zEWWi1-EA/s320/Image023.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Middle finger - My Bling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Pinkie finger - Boyfriends Bling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/SLoqbHgopPI/AAAAAAAAATg/WZVawLCARfU/s1600-h/Image029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240547761759757554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/SLoqbHgopPI/AAAAAAAAATg/WZVawLCARfU/s320/Image029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/SLoqbOHwcYI/AAAAAAAAATo/WWaqBi7I3QM/s1600-h/Image031.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WE BUY OUR BLING AT THE SAME STORE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;We're fated to be together. Everyone please keep your hands off Penshah. He's mine. That includes you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Sherman Tan&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wenna Darling&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;was stuffing me with food when I first arrived. Feel very loved by everything she does for me. No one peels prawns for me like she does. Okay I admit, I was lazy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel kinda bad cause &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Huiling and Xianglin Darlings&lt;/span&gt; were doing all the cooking, though I did help out a little. They were the heroes of the day. Lovies! If it weren't for them plus Sherman and the other guys, there would be no bbq people. I'm already missing Xianglin and Huiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Roasting the marshmallows, while talking to &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Yong Keat&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Zhen Ying&lt;/span&gt;. I was shocked that Burger King told them alot about me. haha. My reaction, "HUH?! Jia Kang told you all that". &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Jun Xiang&lt;/span&gt; is horrible at making smoke circles, he should just stick to smoking without playing with the smoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;My dad gave &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Thomas Dear&lt;/span&gt; a lift home, he thought Thomas was my boyfriend. Laugh. And I was like, "No, he's too havoc for me". Can't wait for Dear to get his bike license so he can send me to school. Woohoo! That is if he doesn't kill himself before his test. If not, I'll be left with &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Aloysious&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Havoc guys attract me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Contradiction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6136151858855728473-7396288220933423117?l=wherewesleptlastnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherewesleptlastnight.blogspot.com/feeds/7396288220933423117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6136151858855728473&amp;postID=7396288220933423117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136151858855728473/posts/default/7396288220933423117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136151858855728473/posts/default/7396288220933423117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherewesleptlastnight.blogspot.com/2008/08/get-away-tonight.html' title='Getaway Tonight'/><author><name>Justina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806711445005625678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/R7HocrpY3AI/AAAAAAAAADA/16I3KZgQg2o/S220/Image020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/SLoqa9s0GiI/AAAAAAAAATY/l4zEWWi1-EA/s72-c/Image023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6136151858855728473.post-2686240448973441133</id><published>2008-08-22T22:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T23:02:05.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What He Does</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/SK7T6QbxBDI/AAAAAAAAATQ/TwI4fRxBv6k/s1600-h/CCF08222008_00000%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237356414475764786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/SK7T6QbxBDI/AAAAAAAAATQ/TwI4fRxBv6k/s400/CCF08222008_00000%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/SK7TnsuSToI/AAAAAAAAATI/Fy4DrEjWoH0/s1600-h/CCF08222008_00000%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;From the top of the paper, you'll know who I'm refering to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just laugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is compensation for our date.&lt;br /&gt;&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/6136151858855728473-2686240448973441133?l=wherewesleptlastnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherewesleptlastnight.blogspot.com/feeds/2686240448973441133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6136151858855728473&amp;postID=2686240448973441133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136151858855728473/posts/default/2686240448973441133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136151858855728473/posts/default/2686240448973441133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherewesleptlastnight.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-he-does.html' title='What He Does'/><author><name>Justina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806711445005625678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/R7HocrpY3AI/AAAAAAAAADA/16I3KZgQg2o/S220/Image020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/SK7T6QbxBDI/AAAAAAAAATQ/TwI4fRxBv6k/s72-c/CCF08222008_00000%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6136151858855728473.post-6147385487568727423</id><published>2008-08-22T22:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T22:31:30.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FAINT</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;BOYFRIEND &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FORGOT&lt;/span&gt; OUR DATE ON NEXT FRIDAY!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;SO MUCH FOR LOVE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;hmph&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6136151858855728473-6147385487568727423?l=wherewesleptlastnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherewesleptlastnight.blogspot.com/feeds/6147385487568727423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6136151858855728473&amp;postID=6147385487568727423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136151858855728473/posts/default/6147385487568727423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136151858855728473/posts/default/6147385487568727423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherewesleptlastnight.blogspot.com/2008/08/faint.html' title='FAINT'/><author><name>Justina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806711445005625678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/R7HocrpY3AI/AAAAAAAAADA/16I3KZgQg2o/S220/Image020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6136151858855728473.post-4914975450218040639</id><published>2008-08-22T19:40:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T20:42:50.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bring On The Rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I love my dad's banana yellow tie!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/SK6my_hzwAI/AAAAAAAAATA/XtTqrPjUu8A/s1600-h/Image018.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237306811655372802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/SK6my_hzwAI/AAAAAAAAATA/XtTqrPjUu8A/s320/Image018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Plus, its matches my school uniform. Oh yeah! Though in reality, my schools tie is a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;HIDEOUS x 10^infinity dark blue(yes, this coloured blue).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#66cccc;"&gt;I just can't help but wonder who was the blind bat who chose such an uncoordinated colour for a tie, to match with a mushroom coloured uniform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Anywho's, wow a week flew by so fast. It was just Monday when I saw boyfriend for a split second. Laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;My &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Queen&lt;/span&gt; just called from Thailand. haha. I'm already feeling the side effects of not having my parents around. Super Lonely. My &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;King&lt;/span&gt; is playing golf at 7pm Bangkok time. Funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Where was I? Oh ya. I hope I didnt make bf late for school the other day. Bleah. I'll be having my important econs test on next Monday and Wednesday. Wish me luck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Bf's birthday is on Thursday, which is kinda 'great' timing since I freakin end school at 7pm, cause of the extra math lectures. Argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Whatever it is, next Friday will be the day yo! Oh snap. I still have yet to get &lt;strong&gt;Fish teacher&lt;/strong&gt; a present, okay I think I will write her a love letter in chinese.(&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Xianglin/HuiLing&lt;/span&gt;, HELP!) So many predicaments, so little time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Bring on the thunder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6136151858855728473-4914975450218040639?l=wherewesleptlastnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherewesleptlastnight.blogspot.com/feeds/4914975450218040639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6136151858855728473&amp;postID=4914975450218040639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136151858855728473/posts/default/4914975450218040639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136151858855728473/posts/default/4914975450218040639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherewesleptlastnight.blogspot.com/2008/08/bring-on-rain.html' title='Bring On The Rain'/><author><name>Justina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806711445005625678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/R7HocrpY3AI/AAAAAAAAADA/16I3KZgQg2o/S220/Image020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/SK6my_hzwAI/AAAAAAAAATA/XtTqrPjUu8A/s72-c/Image018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6136151858855728473.post-9168450440520123823</id><published>2008-08-15T22:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T15:39:16.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>He'll Always Be My Burger King</title><content type='html'>It was the normal econ's tuition with &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Val&lt;/span&gt;, and extra people &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Ben&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Burger King&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ben objects to any photos to be taken with me. Im one sad soul.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/SKZ-KgATxMI/AAAAAAAAASo/gza1VKUvig8/s1600-h/Photo314.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235010335719802050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/SKZ-KgATxMI/AAAAAAAAASo/gza1VKUvig8/s320/Photo314.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want Vals spec's&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/SKZ-KndIJuI/AAAAAAAAASw/DxaHlfKDX54/s1600-h/Photo316.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235010337719723746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/SKZ-KndIJuI/AAAAAAAAASw/DxaHlfKDX54/s320/Photo316.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/SKZ-K5hew3I/AAAAAAAAAS4/Il5DSyZfJTc/s1600-h/Image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235010342569821042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/SKZ-K5hew3I/AAAAAAAAAS4/Il5DSyZfJTc/s320/Image004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sigh, my Burger King. It's been a long time since I have seen you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He looks smarter now, studying all that &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;mechatronics&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so the exams are around the corner for the poly people. Here's wishing them all the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;You can do it! Woohoo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love, Your Dairy Queen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6136151858855728473-9168450440520123823?l=wherewesleptlastnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherewesleptlastnight.blogspot.com/feeds/9168450440520123823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6136151858855728473&amp;postID=9168450440520123823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136151858855728473/posts/default/9168450440520123823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136151858855728473/posts/default/9168450440520123823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherewesleptlastnight.blogspot.com/2008/08/hell-always-be-my-burger-king.html' title='He&apos;ll Always Be My Burger King'/><author><name>Justina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806711445005625678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/R7HocrpY3AI/AAAAAAAAADA/16I3KZgQg2o/S220/Image020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/SKZ-KgATxMI/AAAAAAAAASo/gza1VKUvig8/s72-c/Photo314.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6136151858855728473.post-6423703222250924060</id><published>2008-08-09T23:38:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T00:30:18.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Little Message</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/SJ26QhbMAxI/AAAAAAAAASg/Xi2vTTTRYU0/s1600-h/IMG_3646.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232543135087461138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/SJ26QhbMAxI/AAAAAAAAASg/Xi2vTTTRYU0/s320/IMG_3646.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dear Boyfriend,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;it has become evident that you have not been sleeping much, with those eye bags closely competing with your buddy Yuhang. Not to mention that you are actually sick, running a fever, and coughing your lungs out. sigh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Our first date today, was to watch fireworks and aeroplanes, but sadly, it was called of our plans. I know your sick, and Im super duper touched that you came all the way down so as not to disappoint me, but you being sick is a greater sadness than missing out on the show we planned to watch (actually, its kinda equal. I love aeroplanes alot).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Whatever it is, Penshah, dinner was great. Im waiting for the 20 days to pass so we can go dating again. Woohoo. Zhonghua is calling for us baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;If You Love Me, You Will Sleep &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ooooo Penshah and I look super cute together! Eyebag Prince &amp;amp; Princess. Yuhang is the Eyebag King, Huiling can be his Queen. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I think Hasyimah wants to murder me now for stealing her Love. Oh Snap. Wait don't say, I suggested we ask Hasyimah to join our date, but he refused. I tried my best okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;WALAO EH! I THINK I CAUGHT PENSHAH'S FLU! MY THROAT FEELS KINDA DRY NOW, SHOULD HAVE LISTENED WHEN HE TOLD ME TO KEEP AWAY. BUT HOW CAN I? THANKS BOYFRIEND.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6136151858855728473-6423703222250924060?l=wherewesleptlastnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherewesleptlastnight.blogspot.com/feeds/6423703222250924060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6136151858855728473&amp;postID=6423703222250924060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136151858855728473/posts/default/6423703222250924060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136151858855728473/posts/default/6423703222250924060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherewesleptlastnight.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-little-message.html' title='My Little Message'/><author><name>Justina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806711445005625678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/R7HocrpY3AI/AAAAAAAAADA/16I3KZgQg2o/S220/Image020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/SJ26QhbMAxI/AAAAAAAAASg/Xi2vTTTRYU0/s72-c/IMG_3646.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6136151858855728473.post-9186638926497837611</id><published>2008-08-08T23:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T23:37:21.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frolicking Under The Sun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast with &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Darling Xianglin&lt;/span&gt; at Central's Mac.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/SJ22alszloI/AAAAAAAAARY/d-IGfk-tM3U/s1600-h/Image054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232538909987280514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/SJ22alszloI/AAAAAAAAARY/d-IGfk-tM3U/s320/Image054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chatting with Aloy makes us all high. WOOHOO!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/SJ22a6cIkwI/AAAAAAAAARg/M5SXuae0-SY/s1600-h/Image055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232538915554497282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/SJ22a6cIkwI/AAAAAAAAARg/M5SXuae0-SY/s320/Image055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232541254309465682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/SJ24jC-xTlI/AAAAAAAAASY/LHL7ySVvwpM/s320/Image058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Happy 18th Birthday Sherman!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/SJ22bZXkvAI/AAAAAAAAAR4/508WQHYEcpQ/s1600-h/IMG_3594.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232538923856870402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/SJ22bZXkvAI/AAAAAAAAAR4/508WQHYEcpQ/s320/IMG_3594.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I miss Huiling lotslots&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232539121473743890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/SJ22m5jG7BI/AAAAAAAAASA/GNCcy4ux1JM/s320/IMG_3629.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Cheerleaders&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232539124973855378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/SJ22nGlmYpI/AAAAAAAAASI/uAoFmPeXKPk/s320/IMG_3630.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We LOVE &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Frolick&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232538922977181346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/SJ22bWF1vqI/AAAAAAAAARw/CsQj5zg41x4/s320/Image061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a Day&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6136151858855728473-9186638926497837611?l=wherewesleptlastnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherewesleptlastnight.blogspot.com/feeds/9186638926497837611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6136151858855728473&amp;postID=9186638926497837611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136151858855728473/posts/default/9186638926497837611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136151858855728473/posts/default/9186638926497837611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherewesleptlastnight.blogspot.com/2008/08/frolicking-under-sun.html' title='Frolicking Under The Sun'/><author><name>Justina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806711445005625678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/R7HocrpY3AI/AAAAAAAAADA/16I3KZgQg2o/S220/Image020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/SJ22alszloI/AAAAAAAAARY/d-IGfk-tM3U/s72-c/Image054.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6136151858855728473.post-1320574685917563254</id><published>2008-08-03T17:07:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T17:33:29.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Won The Penshah War!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Tha BO$$* says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Hi sweetie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;*Tha BO$$* says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i found some of the lecture notes tat are very useful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Tha BO$$* says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;which my school don't have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name a wish, place it in your heart. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;great to hear darling!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Tha BO$$* says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;thxs sweetie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Tha BO$$* says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;hahahs &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Woohoo! Penshah is MINE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6136151858855728473-1320574685917563254?l=wherewesleptlastnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherewesleptlastnight.blogspot.com/feeds/1320574685917563254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6136151858855728473&amp;postID=1320574685917563254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136151858855728473/posts/default/1320574685917563254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136151858855728473/posts/default/1320574685917563254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherewesleptlastnight.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-won-penshah-war.html' title='I Won The Penshah War!'/><author><name>Justina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806711445005625678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/R7HocrpY3AI/AAAAAAAAADA/16I3KZgQg2o/S220/Image020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6136151858855728473.post-1401853396826101877</id><published>2008-08-02T15:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T16:31:44.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wanted Hearts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woohoo! What a morning. Met &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Val Darling&lt;/span&gt; outside &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Zhonghua&lt;/span&gt; today, and guess who we saw? &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Sherman&lt;/span&gt;! haha. He was waiting for&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt; Hongfei&lt;/span&gt;, so they could go back to school and find Miss Tan for Math. Hardworking man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed to Mac for our usual dose of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Hotcake therapy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, but before I could start my lesson, we had a surprise interuption by &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Wenna&lt;/span&gt;, Hongfei, and Sherman. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'WALAO EH!'&lt;/em&gt; DAMN BLOODY MISS THEM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I threw my hands up and gave Wenna a super duper BIG bear hug. They hung around for a while, but left for Prata House, and tuition after.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd figure that it was a hell of a good morning. After teaching Val, she and her childhood friend sent me home. haha. Less than half an hour later, I was back at central cause I needed to pass &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;MY DARLING PENSHAH&lt;/span&gt; the history notes I dug out for him. Penshah Penshah, he is so tall now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, its like a little class reunion today. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Damn happy yo!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Angels Sigh-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6136151858855728473-1401853396826101877?l=wherewesleptlastnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherewesleptlastnight.blogspot.com/feeds/1401853396826101877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6136151858855728473&amp;postID=1401853396826101877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136151858855728473/posts/default/1401853396826101877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136151858855728473/posts/default/1401853396826101877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherewesleptlastnight.blogspot.com/2008/08/wanted-hearts.html' title='Wanted Hearts'/><author><name>Justina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806711445005625678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/R7HocrpY3AI/AAAAAAAAADA/16I3KZgQg2o/S220/Image020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6136151858855728473.post-690025245313645403</id><published>2008-07-25T21:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T22:23:17.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hotcakes &amp; Maple Syrup Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been a hell of a week. 31 hours of school in 3 days is crazy. Whatever it is, I have 2 tests next week and they are super important so I'm gonna study real hard for them. Yes, I love math and chem. I really do, just that it get veryveryvery frustrating when you spend an hour on a question and you still can't solve it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okay I shall stop here. Studying Time! &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Passing my chem test is gonna be my birthday present to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thomas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; haha &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Val&lt;/span&gt; is coming over tomorrow so I can teach her econs, and guess what she'll be bringing along with her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993300;"&gt;HOTCAKES &amp;amp; MAPLE SYRUP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have been carving for them since Tuesday, so I made a promise to myself to study damn hard for the next few days cause it will bring me closer to my hotcakes. Woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;-That's My MacDonalds-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6136151858855728473-690025245313645403?l=wherewesleptlastnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherewesleptlastnight.blogspot.com/feeds/690025245313645403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6136151858855728473&amp;postID=690025245313645403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136151858855728473/posts/default/690025245313645403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136151858855728473/posts/default/690025245313645403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherewesleptlastnight.blogspot.com/2008/07/hotcakes-maple-syrup-part-2.html' title='Hotcakes &amp; Maple Syrup Part 2'/><author><name>Justina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806711445005625678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/R7HocrpY3AI/AAAAAAAAADA/16I3KZgQg2o/S220/Image020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6136151858855728473.post-9105980400550423698</id><published>2008-07-19T14:14:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T15:41:49.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hotcakes &amp; Maple Syrup</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets see, after my dumb pw pilot test(which went surprising well) on friday, I went to visit my &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;darling Val&lt;/span&gt; at school. What can I say, it was on the same train line I had to take home, and I wanted a taste of poly life. Whats funny? I sat through her guitar club lesson, studying my chem. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho's, I &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;HATE&lt;/span&gt; Ben's N.U.M friend. I mean when you call someone, you would presume that the person would be the one to answer the phone right? So ya, I called Ben, and screamed "DARLING!"over the line. Wait, I screamed "DARLING!" like 3 times, and after that, the line went dead. You'd figure it was that dumb NUM guy who answered his phone. Shit you man, who gives you the right to hang the line on your friends call, and then again the bloody phone ain't yours. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;If you're secretly gay with Ben, then say it. Im not gonna steal him away from you. You can have him dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okay whatever, I know im being super sensitive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, happy Val and I went to eat at hougang. We ate at &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Long John&lt;/span&gt;. It's only good food when there's great company yeah. The pic looks kinda gross, but it was damn sweet. No one cuts my fish, and pours clam chowder over it for me, other than Val. I was super stuffed after the fish. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/SIGLfFcHYZI/AAAAAAAAARQ/wiNrwmsfJOQ/s1600-h/Image016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224610408878793106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/SIGLfFcHYZI/AAAAAAAAARQ/wiNrwmsfJOQ/s320/Image016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;And Val needs to eat more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After dinner, she went to find her friend, while the dead-but-alive me trained home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, I stuffed her with&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt; hotcakes&lt;/span&gt; while I taught her econs. You know what really makes my day? Its when I feel appreciated. And Val makes me feel that way. The little things she does just lets me know im remembered and cared and loved.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-A girl like her is impossible to find-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6136151858855728473-9105980400550423698?l=wherewesleptlastnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherewesleptlastnight.blogspot.com/feeds/9105980400550423698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6136151858855728473&amp;postID=9105980400550423698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136151858855728473/posts/default/9105980400550423698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136151858855728473/posts/default/9105980400550423698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherewesleptlastnight.blogspot.com/2008/07/hotcakes-maple-syrup.html' title='Hotcakes &amp; Maple Syrup'/><author><name>Justina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806711445005625678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/R7HocrpY3AI/AAAAAAAAADA/16I3KZgQg2o/S220/Image020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/SIGLfFcHYZI/AAAAAAAAARQ/wiNrwmsfJOQ/s72-c/Image016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6136151858855728473.post-7548399949771605088</id><published>2008-07-07T09:00:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T09:50:12.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Youth Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Today is Youth Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Today is Study Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Woke up at 6 to make breakfast for my &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Darling Val&lt;/span&gt;, then sending her off at the train station, feel like a mother sending her child off. bleah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okay, STUDY TIME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;wheeeeeeeee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wait.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Some champion &lt;em&gt;'cher'&lt;/em&gt; typed this in the student portal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Title: Ongoing Theft&lt;br /&gt;Body: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hey&lt;/span&gt; Innovians, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i &lt;/span&gt;would like to remind you people to keep all your valuables safe cause &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt; have just lost my handphone and my new laptop in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People People, as a &lt;em&gt;'cher'&lt;/em&gt; in jc, I would think that they would have gotten their basic grammar right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Lets see what wrong shall we?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Did not use Capital letter on the first word of the sentence. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Hello! You're addressing the entire jc1 student population, could you sound more formal by typing your 'i' in Caps? I can't believe they complain about us using sms language when they themselves use it. Talk about the pot calling the kettle black, or more like 2 wrongs don't make a right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Okay, this is not part of grammar, but didn't your mama remind you to take care of your valuables? I mean, yeah I feel bad that you lost your phone and your NEW laptop, to some gate climbing Indian guy, but I thought teachers were supposed to be responsible creatures. (Oh snap, I just realised the &lt;em&gt;'cher' &lt;/em&gt;modified the message. The previous one had some sentence which went "The suspect is &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;a &lt;/span&gt;Indian man who climbs over our school gate.")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;HA-HAH! see that "&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;a Indian man&lt;/span&gt;". Yes people the &lt;em&gt;'cher'&lt;/em&gt; forgot that when your next word starts with a vowel, you use an 'an'. Sigh, and I'm giving him the benefit of the doubt that he spelt Indian with a Capital 'I'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;This is not part of grammer to, but, thanks alot &lt;em&gt;'cher'&lt;/em&gt; for reminding us to take care of our stuff. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I hope this &lt;em&gt;'cher'&lt;/em&gt; isn't a GP &lt;em&gt;'cher'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6136151858855728473-7548399949771605088?l=wherewesleptlastnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherewesleptlastnight.blogspot.com/feeds/7548399949771605088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6136151858855728473&amp;postID=7548399949771605088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136151858855728473/posts/default/7548399949771605088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136151858855728473/posts/default/7548399949771605088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherewesleptlastnight.blogspot.com/2008/07/youth-day.html' title='Youth Day'/><author><name>Justina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806711445005625678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/R7HocrpY3AI/AAAAAAAAADA/16I3KZgQg2o/S220/Image020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6136151858855728473.post-3852778082139637478</id><published>2008-06-30T14:45:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T15:01:00.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Don't You Com'on Over Valerie?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;"LOOVE!"&lt;/span&gt; was what she called me eveyday, and &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;was what she showered on me with everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till today,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Valerie is LOVE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/SGiBv0Ld8RI/AAAAAAAAARI/uJeS3Gy0g40/s1600-h/Image064.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/SGiBv0Ld8RI/AAAAAAAAARI/uJeS3Gy0g40/s1600-h/Image064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217562826769297682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/SGiBv0Ld8RI/AAAAAAAAARI/uJeS3Gy0g40/s320/Image064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217562829277476738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/SGiBv9hdt4I/AAAAAAAAARA/GCfmfp_oh4I/s320/Image053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;-Cause She's Sweeter than Apple Pie-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6136151858855728473-3852778082139637478?l=wherewesleptlastnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherewesleptlastnight.blogspot.com/feeds/3852778082139637478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6136151858855728473&amp;postID=3852778082139637478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136151858855728473/posts/default/3852778082139637478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136151858855728473/posts/default/3852778082139637478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherewesleptlastnight.blogspot.com/2008/06/why-dont-you-comon-over-valerie.html' title='Why Don&apos;t You Com&apos;on Over Valerie?'/><author><name>Justina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806711445005625678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/R7HocrpY3AI/AAAAAAAAADA/16I3KZgQg2o/S220/Image020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/SGiBv0Ld8RI/AAAAAAAAARI/uJeS3Gy0g40/s72-c/Image064.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6136151858855728473.post-7197340592368012792</id><published>2008-06-20T13:27:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T15:23:45.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Do You Remember?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If you'd ask me, this is what I would say....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'd remember the way he walked into class for lessons, more like he sashayed in actually.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The way he liked to poke at the teachers desk when he wanted to emphasize a point.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Why he took so long to mark our test papers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The smoky scent our test papers had.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;His &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Tiffany rings&lt;/span&gt; from the Atlas Collection.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;His&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; blue Crumpler&lt;/span&gt; that had this funny black and white toy dog keychained to it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;His black Tucsan which had &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;rainbow&lt;/span&gt; coloured toys on display at the front of the car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;His love for &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Adidas&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;In my mind, I still can vision him walking into class, writing stuff on the whiteboard, and explaining it to us.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Okay, its kinda weird but my brain has got this ability to remember quite alot of useless info. I remember it was nearing the O's, and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mr Kelvin Tan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; still had yet to return us our test paper. Honestly, I was a tad annoyed, and so was everyone else. And who else could be better at expressing their discontentment than Benedict right? Ya, and so because of that, the voice of Mr Tan screaming&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;"Lewis Tham! Get out of my class!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is still trapped in my head. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;His last question to me was, &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;"So where are you now?"&lt;/span&gt;, and he didn't believe I was in JC cause I wasn't in my uniform. But I guess I proved it to him when I went back for their sports day. That &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;silent smile&lt;/span&gt; he had on his face during sports day was the last tangible site I had of him, and well, maybe that last and only picture I would have with him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Honestly, I never really did pay attention in his class, be it History or Social Studies. &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;I was either caught up with my math and science, my mind was building sandcastles in the air, or the occasional, yet ever so often little naps I would take everytime he showed us videos. And well, sometimes I'm just more interested at looking at his Tiffany rings. bleah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Maybe thats why I'm not cut out for the arts stream. I don't understand why we need to learn about the past, we know the leaders made mistakes, we know that we are supposed to choose our governments wisely, if not we will just crash and burn and be living in slums. &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;I just never really got the subject.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Whatever the case, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; had his reasons. With every passing, it only reminds us to live each day like its the last. And we shouldn't be sad about Mr Tan's passing cause he is gonna have eternal life in heaven. &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;So smile you guys, cause I'm sure thats what he wants to see from above the white fluffy clouds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;-That isn't Hitler's moustache, its his nose hair-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;REMEMBER?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6136151858855728473-7197340592368012792?l=wherewesleptlastnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherewesleptlastnight.blogspot.com/feeds/7197340592368012792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6136151858855728473&amp;postID=7197340592368012792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136151858855728473/posts/default/7197340592368012792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136151858855728473/posts/default/7197340592368012792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherewesleptlastnight.blogspot.com/2008/06/what-do-you-remember.html' title='What Do You Remember?'/><author><name>Justina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806711445005625678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/R7HocrpY3AI/AAAAAAAAADA/16I3KZgQg2o/S220/Image020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6136151858855728473.post-7987887894039217735</id><published>2008-06-14T12:51:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T15:26:30.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Night was a Perfect Shade of Dark Blue</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Ben at Vivo cause I wanted to watch my Kungfu Panda, but the seats were all way infront. So I passed on the movie. Oh well. We had like 2 hours to pass, so we walked around. Went to &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Coffee Bean&lt;/span&gt; cause Ben wanted his lemon cheesecake. While Ben ate, I did my favourite FOC pastime, People Watching. &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;My Mission: Spot the number of people wearing leggings&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;When the guys came, they went to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adidas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to play their stupid Euro game, cause Pauline still had yet to reach(The guys spent like an hour at that shop, playing that game. sigh). Huiling and I went to walk around, and I found this super cute sailor striped dress at Forever21. &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Shall charge to Ben's card next time.&lt;/span&gt; hah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ben was tired from his chalet, so I was a kind soul. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211598578793235218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/SFNRS5DmwxI/AAAAAAAAAOY/AcMBvpkzi0Q/s320/IMG_2466.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When Pauline came, we headed to &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Clarke Quay&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our Busniessmen&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211598589473784338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/SFNRTg2DAhI/AAAAAAAAAOg/z43CZM9UHwo/s320/IMG_2473.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Dinner!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211600331556959362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/SFNS46nCtII/AAAAAAAAAPA/QuwtimXiDQk/s320/IMG_2484.JPG" border="0" /&gt;1st picture, Yuhang gives a dumb face &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211598594676367762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/SFNRT0OcIZI/AAAAAAAAAOo/q53HMCtcJgo/s320/IMG_2478.JPG" border="0" /&gt;2nd picture, Pauline gets annoyed&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211598603217769330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/SFNRUUC3k3I/AAAAAAAAAOw/mPQ8FzIT3cw/s320/IMG_2479.JPG" border="0" /&gt;That's what sweet couples do.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211598606555132834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/SFNRUgejs6I/AAAAAAAAAO4/ZDjH-M65vjA/s320/IMG_2480.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Smiles&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211600338111988018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/SFNS5TB4gTI/AAAAAAAAAPI/UTVgU4RPirA/s320/IMG_2485.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Yuhang so wanted to sit that again.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211600341205306530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/SFNS5ejYzKI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/_S8AdNJTjNA/s320/IMG_2486.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;From Clarke Quay, we walked all the way to the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Fullerton Hotel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Busniessmen again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211600347394681794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/SFNS51nDK8I/AAAAAAAAAPY/ALj9NbdOyxM/s320/IMG_2490.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;What to get for Ben's Birthday present? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Valentino underwear&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211600357661128770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/SFNS6b2wuEI/AAAAAAAAAPg/uQlRgqb5cEI/s320/IMG_2492.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It was 12midnight.&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/SFNT1RqBWFI/AAAAAAAAAPo/ohBG9TcG5Q8/s1600-h/IMG_2494.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211601368535619666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/SFNT1RqBWFI/AAAAAAAAAPo/ohBG9TcG5Q8/s320/IMG_2494.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Say Merlion.&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/SFNT1l2njLI/AAAAAAAAAPw/z2jTouiiseY/s1600-h/IMG_2499.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211601373957164210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/SFNT1l2njLI/AAAAAAAAAPw/z2jTouiiseY/s320/IMG_2499.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Play dead&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/SFNT18bsn4I/AAAAAAAAAP4/jvktRPKcL4Q/s1600-h/IMG_2500.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211601380018265986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/SFNT18bsn4I/AAAAAAAAAP4/jvktRPKcL4Q/s320/IMG_2500.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were wondering, Ben's head weighs a ton.&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/SFNT2x_s2KI/AAAAAAAAAQI/q7HdOlT6UMc/s1600-h/IMG_2504.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211601394396354722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/SFNT2x_s2KI/AAAAAAAAAQI/q7HdOlT6UMc/s320/IMG_2504.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sherman and Hongfei&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211602434458666642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/SFNUzUh4RpI/AAAAAAAAAQY/ybtg9saJzI4/s320/IMG_2506.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Sweet couple&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211602428337136226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/SFNUy9uZImI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/Db0T8tr0H48/s320/IMG_2505.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn hilarious picture. Yuhang is eating Ben's red sock. Just Laugh&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211602442195035714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/SFNUzxWX5kI/AAAAAAAAAQg/03OnAzB2axs/s320/IMG_2508.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Walking to the esplanade&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211602447855508274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/SFNU0Gb72zI/AAAAAAAAAQo/JUMomiWNh4Y/s320/IMG_2509.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supper!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211602606097890626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/SFNU9T72_UI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/OCueD39jtpw/s320/IMG_2515.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;The guys than went to the pub next door to watch some &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Euro football match&lt;/span&gt;. And ya, I sat there wondering why guys find football so fascinating. Snore. Shared cabs home. By the time I was home, it was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;2 in the morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Yup, I was home early. Bleah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Loves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211602452902409874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/SFNU0ZPNdpI/AAAAAAAAAQw/mO1hpCO7TQU/s320/IMG_2511.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I think this would be our last meeting in the next few months to come. Need settle down and studystudystudy. I'm sure the guys have a ton of their other projects to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Till then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;-Keep it Strong-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6136151858855728473-7987887894039217735?l=wherewesleptlastnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherewesleptlastnight.blogspot.com/feeds/7987887894039217735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6136151858855728473&amp;postID=7987887894039217735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136151858855728473/posts/default/7987887894039217735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136151858855728473/posts/default/7987887894039217735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherewesleptlastnight.blogspot.com/2008/06/night-was-perfect-shade-of-dark-blue.html' title='The Night was a Perfect Shade of Dark Blue'/><author><name>Justina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806711445005625678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/R7HocrpY3AI/AAAAAAAAADA/16I3KZgQg2o/S220/Image020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/SFNRS5DmwxI/AAAAAAAAAOY/AcMBvpkzi0Q/s72-c/IMG_2466.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6136151858855728473.post-722353475801684722</id><published>2008-06-02T19:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T19:16:54.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I guess this would be the time I tell people that I need a break from everything. I really need to find myself right now. Not to sure if I can qualify for the term Depression, but I think Im on my way. It's just that I find it so difficult to sit down and absorb my work. My mind is just so out there that I find it so difficult to contain my thoughts and concentrate. So please do understand. If its one thing that I ask for, its just for your understanding. I know you guys have always showered me with hope, faith and love, and I know I have not been repaying you guys for all that you have done. But I just need to be ALONE, left by my solitary self, away from everything and everyone, and gather my life back together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6136151858855728473-722353475801684722?l=wherewesleptlastnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherewesleptlastnight.blogspot.com/feeds/722353475801684722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6136151858855728473&amp;postID=722353475801684722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136151858855728473/posts/default/722353475801684722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136151858855728473/posts/default/722353475801684722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherewesleptlastnight.blogspot.com/2008/06/lost.html' title='Lost'/><author><name>Justina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806711445005625678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/R7HocrpY3AI/AAAAAAAAADA/16I3KZgQg2o/S220/Image020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6136151858855728473.post-1196524530299408200</id><published>2008-05-30T23:09:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T00:13:43.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Find My Own</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yes, met Ben again &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Big Yawn)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;, with Xianglin, Huiling, Thomas Dear and Sherman for &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;N&amp;amp;B TAUHUAY&lt;/span&gt;(opposite Zhonghua). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xianglinlin! I so miss calling her that.&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/SEAZv96U5CI/AAAAAAAAAN4/D6suW-o3fLU/s1600-h/Image013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206189481104040994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/SEAZv96U5CI/AAAAAAAAAN4/D6suW-o3fLU/s320/Image013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry!&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/SEAZwgScj_I/AAAAAAAAAOA/z1uy8nhEQ7g/s1600-h/Image028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206189490332012530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/SEAZwgScj_I/AAAAAAAAAOA/z1uy8nhEQ7g/s320/Image028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I say, math was more interesting than Ben.&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/SEAZwzZ0crI/AAAAAAAAAOI/u8wkVkQH1HU/s1600-h/Image048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206189495463211698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/SEAZwzZ0crI/AAAAAAAAAOI/u8wkVkQH1HU/s320/Image048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sometimes I wonder how I managed to endure Ben 5 times a week, for 5 whole years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After tauhuay, we went to walk around the &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;night market&lt;/span&gt;. Remember the last time we walked down that same stretch for night market food? I do I do! After our History paper! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Those were good times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So it was the usual eating and laughing before we headed home, and as for Dear, pubbing at Gardens(sigh). Tired Tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You know no matter what, I will still be here for you xl. &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/SEAZxM63aWI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/RLdNHz1tLh8/s1600-h/Image050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206189502312704354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/SEAZxM63aWI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/RLdNHz1tLh8/s320/Image050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lie with me and just forget the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6136151858855728473-1196524530299408200?l=wherewesleptlastnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherewesleptlastnight.blogspot.com/feeds/1196524530299408200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6136151858855728473&amp;postID=1196524530299408200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136151858855728473/posts/default/1196524530299408200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136151858855728473/posts/default/1196524530299408200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherewesleptlastnight.blogspot.com/2008/05/find-my-own.html' title='Find My Own'/><author><name>Justina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806711445005625678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/R7HocrpY3AI/AAAAAAAAADA/16I3KZgQg2o/S220/Image020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/SEAZv96U5CI/AAAAAAAAAN4/D6suW-o3fLU/s72-c/Image013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6136151858855728473.post-4422390229419572463</id><published>2008-05-29T12:27:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T14:31:04.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It Started Out As a Feeling, Which Then Grew Into a Hope</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Met &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;BEN AGAIN&lt;/span&gt;, with &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Huiling&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Yuhang&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Penshah&lt;/span&gt;. We headed to Vivo cause I wanted to shop, but it ended up with us watching &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Narnia&lt;/span&gt;, all thanks to Yuhang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205656995104909682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/SD41dM_BaXI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/nei3PpdUV1M/s320/PrinceCaspianposter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The show was pretty good to say the least. If I were the sort to enjoy the fighting shows, I would have said it was super fantastic. Like I said to Ben, I don't think this show is PG, there is so much fighting. But the scenes in the movie were super pretty and the graphics were amazing, so &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;2 thumbs and toes up&lt;/span&gt; for that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Reepicheep, your so cute!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205662809148241266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/SD46vn--NXI/AAAAAAAAAMo/yZ8PaSyeIG0/s320/princecaspian_24.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess Yuhang can find some peace standing beside Dr. Cornelius cause his eye bags are far worst than his. Okay, I'm mean.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205663099810185314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/SD47AiyLgGI/AAAAAAAAANA/4fu4xwUgCUg/s400/princecaspian_19.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After the movie, Yuhang left for home with mommy. So the 4 of us went in search for dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner at Carl's Jr.&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/SD46vSFdZrI/AAAAAAAAAMY/rLzLf3nk-LA/s1600-h/IMG_2221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205662803269871282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/SD46vSFdZrI/AAAAAAAAAMY/rLzLf3nk-LA/s320/IMG_2221.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And boy was dinner hard to swallow talking to these 2 guys. Thank God I shared the meal with Ben. They kept going back to the mass conversation we had the night before. After dinner, we went to walk around the open area. And for Huiling, take more photos. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt; Lets all practice our math and count how many Penshah photos we have, shall we?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture 1&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/SD46v5nl8KI/AAAAAAAAAMw/XxGOeyiin2Y/s1600-h/IMG_2222.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/SD46v5nl8KI/AAAAAAAAAMw/XxGOeyiin2Y/s1600-h/IMG_2222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205662813882020002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/SD46v5nl8KI/AAAAAAAAAMw/XxGOeyiin2Y/s320/IMG_2222.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture 2&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205662812592892306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/SD46v00PaZI/AAAAAAAAAM4/wB90Pm_hRw0/s320/IMG_2224.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture 3&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205663581231557138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/SD47ckN-qhI/AAAAAAAAANI/0r9y382KcME/s320/IMG_2227.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/SD41bVSMF3I/AAAAAAAAAMI/YBarTwETpN8/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Picture 4 with Ben&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205663587361060002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/SD47c7DXdKI/AAAAAAAAANY/XJkPOFW_QLY/s320/IMG_2230.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture 5 with Ben&lt;br /&gt;(I have no idea what they were doing)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205663589683818258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/SD47dDtJ7xI/AAAAAAAAANg/CMLitVeOCEM/s320/IMG_2231.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wheeee. Lookie people we have 5 pictures of Penshah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How marvelous!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#996633;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; YES PENSHAH, WE KNOW YOUR SINGLE, AVAILABLE &amp;amp; ADORABLE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#996633;"&gt;WE SO GET THE PICTURE, LITERALLY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205663587554581970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/SD47c7xgXdI/AAAAAAAAANQ/sHgC2eeGTEM/s320/IMG_2229.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh look, 1 MORE PICTURE OF PENSHAH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And Ben's giving a dumb face, while Huiling's being the rose among the thorns.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205663595430562642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/SD47dZHSS1I/AAAAAAAAANo/q-hhX5nOs38/s320/IMG_2233.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;I just see too much &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Pink&lt;/span&gt; in these pictures. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It was home after that. You could tell Huiling and Ben were drained.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205664880834301506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/SD48oNnazkI/AAAAAAAAANw/yso7TA9IMcQ/s320/Image062.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Which then turned into a quite thought&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Which then turned into a quite word&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6136151858855728473-4422390229419572463?l=wherewesleptlastnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherewesleptlastnight.blogspot.com/feeds/4422390229419572463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6136151858855728473&amp;postID=4422390229419572463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136151858855728473/posts/default/4422390229419572463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136151858855728473/posts/default/4422390229419572463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherewesleptlastnight.blogspot.com/2008/05/it-started-out-as-feeling-which-then.html' title='It Started Out As a Feeling, Which Then Grew Into a Hope'/><author><name>Justina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806711445005625678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/R7HocrpY3AI/AAAAAAAAADA/16I3KZgQg2o/S220/Image020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/SD41dM_BaXI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/nei3PpdUV1M/s72-c/PrinceCaspianposter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6136151858855728473.post-804032573527941586</id><published>2008-05-27T01:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T12:24:40.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>C'est La Vie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Went down to ps with my &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Godma&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Cousin&lt;/span&gt; first in the morning. We walked and walked and walked all the way to Wisma, and than we walked all the way back. It was a great opportunity to burn off those extra calories. heh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My childhood game.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204879901149499842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/SDtysYaWEcI/AAAAAAAAAMA/biYQJO3kWA4/s320/Image050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Ben&lt;/span&gt; after I sent my Godma and Cousin off to the train station.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Ben's idea to watch this.&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/SDtxVX3R9lI/AAAAAAAAAL4/JBfkhcqxcto/s1600-h/2366863088_54f53acd8b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204878406353811026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/SDtxVX3R9lI/AAAAAAAAAL4/JBfkhcqxcto/s320/2366863088_54f53acd8b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The movie wasn't too bad. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Hilarious&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;is what I would describe it as. I thought the part when they were rushing for their marriage counseling session was super funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie, we met &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Xianglin&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Xiao Tong&lt;/span&gt; for dinner. Ate at &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Pastamania&lt;/span&gt;, again, I was so sick of Cartel/Thai Express food. Xiao Tong had to go to work after that and Xianglin had to go home for her second round of dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Ben and I trained back to Serangoon and took a bus down to&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Hougang&lt;/span&gt; to meet &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Thomas Dear&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Sherman&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Super high when I saw an NTUC cause I have been craving to eat this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204877579339240850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/SDtwlO_pFZI/AAAAAAAAALw/b0RdXFkccNM/s320/Image055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The guys just thought I was plain insane, but it was super yum. Big Smile. And I made a new discovery, who knew the characters on the cereal box had names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Everyone say 'Hi' to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Pop&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Crackle&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Snap&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;Hi!!!!!! *Wave hysterically*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204877179204953682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/SDtwN8YMZlI/AAAAAAAAALo/ytQjwniOnv4/s320/Image057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;So I was questioning why they named them such weird names and here's what Dear said. Taking the box and examining it "Why not you just call and ask them. I'm sure the number is around here somewhere" How funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;We just sat around and chatted till it was late, Dear and I found &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;common ground&lt;/span&gt; on certain people. Yea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to go home.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204877170900885698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/SDtwNdcWYMI/AAAAAAAAALY/a9QrexcjIZs/s320/Image053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In translation, That's Life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6136151858855728473-804032573527941586?l=wherewesleptlastnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherewesleptlastnight.blogspot.com/feeds/804032573527941586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6136151858855728473&amp;postID=804032573527941586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136151858855728473/posts/default/804032573527941586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136151858855728473/posts/default/804032573527941586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherewesleptlastnight.blogspot.com/2008/05/cest-la-vie.html' title='C&apos;est La Vie'/><author><name>Justina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806711445005625678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/R7HocrpY3AI/AAAAAAAAADA/16I3KZgQg2o/S220/Image020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/SDtysYaWEcI/AAAAAAAAAMA/biYQJO3kWA4/s72-c/Image050.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6136151858855728473.post-4350990998066159566</id><published>2008-05-24T10:33:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T09:44:18.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We Fly On G-5</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;SCREAM HOLIDAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;SCREAM FREEDOM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Met &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Shar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Gwen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for lunch yesterday, so good to see them again. Plus it was great news that Shar got into a school to do her mass comm. wheeee. As for Gwen, she's suffering where she is too. Oh well, we will get by together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ohoh, while walking around Kovan, we realised something new, there's a &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NewYorkNewYork&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; there! Like ya. In the past, we had to travel all the way to Raffles City, now, its just at our doorstep. hah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;At night, it was supper with the usual &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Supper Club&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, plus a few more, &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Huiling&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Yuhang&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ben acting cute. sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203789856070425186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/SDeTTaDb2mI/AAAAAAAAALI/_2K1a222cS8/s320/IMG_2183.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Yuhang almost made me lose my appetite cause he opened the folder containing Huilings brothers after surgery photos. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203773144769743890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/SDeEGrm3zBI/AAAAAAAAAKI/3GbrNISDanw/s320/IMG_2189.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Bread Pudding! for me and Chemical bonding for Huiling. haha &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/SDeEHn204AI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/QqxWZCz_GzQ/s1600-h/IMG_2190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203773160942788610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/SDeEHn204AI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/QqxWZCz_GzQ/s320/IMG_2190.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Huiling had her Chicken Chef Salad, the one I oh so love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[Picture of Huiling here]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Popular Dear and his Waffles.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203773944237852290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/SDeE1N27BoI/AAAAAAAAAK4/ndPOpryJLv0/s320/IMG_2198.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I have no idea what Sherman ate, but it was macaroni and super spicy from what I heard.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203773165914846930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/SDeEH6YQdtI/AAAAAAAAAKg/aHTZ8c8_zkk/s320/IMG_2197.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuhang was literally stealing everyone's food, okay, we should sympathize for him cause his food came last. Glad to see he has recovered from chicken pox though.&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/SDeEHowF7MI/AAAAAAAAAKY/6N6nzEUOVa4/s1600-h/IMG_2195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203773161182981314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/SDeEHowF7MI/AAAAAAAAAKY/6N6nzEUOVa4/s320/IMG_2195.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it still amazes me how much Ben can eat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think this was his &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7th meal&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for the day. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203773938457090450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/SDeE04UrmZI/AAAAAAAAAKw/PBd1mKdAjLw/s320/IMG_2199.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Cause Huiling and Yuhang were dying, they decided to head home. And this time, Justina walked Yuhang home. haha. &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Now I know how much Yuhang has to walks when he walks me home.&lt;/span&gt; Bow to Yuhang, bow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Not to mention that as if the walk wasn't killing enough,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;BENEDICT'S RANTING AND RAVING AND SWEARING OVER NEW URBAN MALE WAS KILLING ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was so close to sleeping over at Yuhang's place, cause I thought I would die when Ben walks me all the way home. From where we seperated, Dear went somewhere with his other friends, Sherman went to find Jasmine I think? As for Ben and I, it was all the way back to Serangoon for us. And since I'm here typing this post, &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;yes I did survive and return home in one piece&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Yup, thats the start of my holiday. BIG SMILE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Don't stress Don't stress Don't stress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Lecture notes to the left left left&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;No stress No stress No stress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Party the holidays to the best&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6136151858855728473-4350990998066159566?l=wherewesleptlastnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherewesleptlastnight.blogspot.com/feeds/4350990998066159566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6136151858855728473&amp;postID=4350990998066159566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136151858855728473/posts/default/4350990998066159566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136151858855728473/posts/default/4350990998066159566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherewesleptlastnight.blogspot.com/2008/05/we-fly-on-g-5.html' title='We Fly On G-5'/><author><name>Justina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806711445005625678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/R7HocrpY3AI/AAAAAAAAADA/16I3KZgQg2o/S220/Image020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/SDeTTaDb2mI/AAAAAAAAALI/_2K1a222cS8/s72-c/IMG_2183.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6136151858855728473.post-7567850733268666513</id><published>2008-05-17T15:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T16:01:16.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keeping The Faith</title><content type='html'>Okay, just 1 more week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;ONE MORE WEEK&lt;/span&gt; people!&lt;br /&gt;I'll be FREEEEE.&lt;br /&gt;Like a bird, like a ghost, like Casper, I CAN FLYYYY.&lt;br /&gt;Just that to get by this week, I have to endure a whole chunk of exams. ARGH.&lt;br /&gt;Determination is the key Justina, yes it is!&lt;br /&gt;I CAN DO IT, YES I CAN!&lt;br /&gt;I'M SO PUMPED NOW. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;JUST ONE MORE WEEK....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6136151858855728473-7567850733268666513?l=wherewesleptlastnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherewesleptlastnight.blogspot.com/feeds/7567850733268666513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6136151858855728473&amp;postID=7567850733268666513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136151858855728473/posts/default/7567850733268666513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136151858855728473/posts/default/7567850733268666513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherewesleptlastnight.blogspot.com/2008/05/keeping-faith.html' title='Keeping The Faith'/><author><name>Justina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806711445005625678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/R7HocrpY3AI/AAAAAAAAADA/16I3KZgQg2o/S220/Image020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6136151858855728473.post-1102912559509204855</id><published>2008-05-10T02:57:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T03:53:24.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Darkness, The Park, The Bike, Ben, Sher &amp; Dear</title><content type='html'>Had supper with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ben&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Sherman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thomas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed to &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bean&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; at Gardens, talked, crapped, and listened to Ben's SUPER LAME jokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a lil note for everyone: remember the bbq at Ben's place?&lt;br /&gt;Well, when the party was all over, Ben passed his house keys to Wenna and I so we could get our stuff.&lt;br /&gt;And you'll never guess what Ben asked me just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ben: I don't know why ah. But when I was going up to my house, than suddenly Justina and Wenna pass me my house keys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Me: You passed us your house keys! Bet you didn't remember cause you were so drunk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ben: *Blank Stare*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even Dear, as drunk as he was, remembered giving me a hug before I left. And all Ben remembered was rubbing my head. I think remembering your house keys is more important than rubbing my head boy. sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We than walked to the park near church, where we hung around inside the dome. Chatted some more until Dear's friends came. Dear rode his friends bike, and my did he look so fine. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Thomas=Hot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Thomas+Bike=Super Hot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By that time, its was reaching 2, so they walked me home. Than they cabbed home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;My Loves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6136151858855728473-1102912559509204855?l=wherewesleptlastnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherewesleptlastnight.blogspot.com/feeds/1102912559509204855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6136151858855728473&amp;postID=1102912559509204855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136151858855728473/posts/default/1102912559509204855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136151858855728473/posts/default/1102912559509204855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherewesleptlastnight.blogspot.com/2008/05/darkness-park-bike-ben-sher-dear.html' title='The Darkness, The Park, The Bike, Ben, Sher &amp; Dear'/><author><name>Justina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806711445005625678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/R7HocrpY3AI/AAAAAAAAADA/16I3KZgQg2o/S220/Image020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6136151858855728473.post-3488161164762371864</id><published>2008-05-01T21:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T21:22:57.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reasons</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Say it with me....A-T-A-P-C-H-I!(is that how its spelt?) Had buffet last week at the club. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who needs Ice-Kachang when you can have a BIG scoop of atapchi. Loves&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195395452451733506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/SBnAozsQwAI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/5rT16PXHWts/s320/Image068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Still don't get why Ben holds on. (Apologies if its blur)&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/SBnAojsQv-I/AAAAAAAAAJo/m8zSqGWGjmw/s1600-h/Image072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195395448156766178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/SBnAojsQv-I/AAAAAAAAAJo/m8zSqGWGjmw/s320/Image072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found a box of empty Chivas boxes outside the school bus stop the other day.&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/SBnAojsQv_I/AAAAAAAAAJw/LYRPtzO6zu4/s1600-h/Image065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195395448156766194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/SBnAojsQv_I/AAAAAAAAAJw/LYRPtzO6zu4/s320/Image065.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The many many reasons why I love Ulric. He truly is my Sunshine.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195395422386962370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/SBnAnDsQv8I/AAAAAAAAAJY/r16KCiHgJKA/s320/Image043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195395439566831570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/SBnAoDsQv9I/AAAAAAAAAJg/OtUFoB490Vg/s320/Image048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Cause there's really nothing I would change about him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6136151858855728473-3488161164762371864?l=wherewesleptlastnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherewesleptlastnight.blogspot.com/feeds/3488161164762371864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6136151858855728473&amp;postID=3488161164762371864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136151858855728473/posts/default/3488161164762371864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136151858855728473/posts/default/3488161164762371864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherewesleptlastnight.blogspot.com/2008/05/reasons.html' title='Reasons'/><author><name>Justina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806711445005625678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/R7HocrpY3AI/AAAAAAAAADA/16I3KZgQg2o/S220/Image020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/SBnAozsQwAI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/5rT16PXHWts/s72-c/Image068.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6136151858855728473.post-2274538018517373086</id><published>2008-05-01T16:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T16:51:44.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why All I Need is Just a BREAK</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'll be heading back to zhss soon to collect my very overdue certificate. Any followers? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Argh and the freakin wheather isn't helping anything. Like seriously, I'm so close to walking around the house in my underwear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I think my routine of pon-ing school is gonna return real soon. God knows by the end of my jc life, the letters I produce can be compiled into a folder itself. hah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;And the best news of all, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;NO CHEER FOR 1 MONTH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; WOOHOO! How kind of Mrs Jen to give us a 1 month study break for the DREADED Summer Tests.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6136151858855728473-2274538018517373086?l=wherewesleptlastnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherewesleptlastnight.blogspot.com/feeds/2274538018517373086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6136151858855728473&amp;postID=2274538018517373086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136151858855728473/posts/default/2274538018517373086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136151858855728473/posts/default/2274538018517373086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherewesleptlastnight.blogspot.com/2008/05/why-all-i-need-is-just-break.html' title='Why All I Need is Just a BREAK'/><author><name>Justina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806711445005625678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/R7HocrpY3AI/AAAAAAAAADA/16I3KZgQg2o/S220/Image020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6136151858855728473.post-5877358518784377746</id><published>2008-04-26T14:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T15:42:52.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Alone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;3rd Cheer practice, if you can see, the other BIG bruise has sort of subsided but I got a new bruise right beside it. Sigh&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/SBLRDDsQv5I/AAAAAAAAAJA/PeOzY8wXwwE/s1600-h/Image081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193443170772369298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/SBLRDDsQv5I/AAAAAAAAAJA/PeOzY8wXwwE/s320/Image081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th Cheer practice, we were traning on the track for Sports day. Bigger Sigh&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/SBLRDjsQv6I/AAAAAAAAAJI/UZGLJXU82Vc/s1600-h/Image083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193443179362303906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/SBLRDjsQv6I/AAAAAAAAAJI/UZGLJXU82Vc/s320/Image083.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember carrying this paper bag holding apple muffins to school a long time ago. Those were the times...&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/SBLRDzsQv7I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/lKxA5bCNDUY/s1600-h/Image077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193443183657271218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/SBLRDzsQv7I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/lKxA5bCNDUY/s320/Image077.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Have you ever felt that you have failed so much that you have become numb to it? I never enjoyed this feeling but it seems like I have to live with it from now on. Gone are the days when I did well for my tests, dreading it everytime I collect back my tests.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I may sound anti-social saying this, but I have learnt to distance myself from my classmates. I just never really felt that bond with them since day one and it doesn't seem to be changing, so I will hang with them, but when it comes to studies, don't expect alot from me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Sometimes I wonder if there is that kind of bond found in this world anymore, especially as we get older. Yes we are growing, and our minds are matureing. But it doesn't mean you have to be boring. In the eyes of our parent, we are still kids, and I'm sure all they want to see is that we are living life to its fullest potential, as well as having fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;A classmate of mine came crying to me the other day, she told me that her close friend said that she wasn't giving much into their friendship. All she did was take when her friend gave. I had a little silent laugher in my heart, and thats not because I'm mean or anything. It's just that its so obvious that she lives her life just between her home, school, her stupid bf who she doesn't call bf for some stupid reason. Obviously I didn't tell her that though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;At this point in time, I guess I should be telling everyone that I will make an oath not to give up on my studies even though I'm failing super badly now. Determination is the key Justina, yes it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-Give Give Give- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6136151858855728473-5877358518784377746?l=wherewesleptlastnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherewesleptlastnight.blogspot.com/feeds/5877358518784377746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6136151858855728473&amp;postID=5877358518784377746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136151858855728473/posts/default/5877358518784377746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136151858855728473/posts/default/5877358518784377746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherewesleptlastnight.blogspot.com/2008/04/not-alone.html' title='Not Alone'/><author><name>Justina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806711445005625678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/R7HocrpY3AI/AAAAAAAAADA/16I3KZgQg2o/S220/Image020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/SBLRDDsQv5I/AAAAAAAAAJA/PeOzY8wXwwE/s72-c/Image081.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6136151858855728473.post-648975064321313786</id><published>2008-04-20T03:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T03:44:37.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Accident Prone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;The DANGERS of Cheerleading.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I would just like to notify everyone that I'M NOT A FLYER!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Okay I admit to being a little annoyed, but whatever, maybe I'm just fat, or I'm short so I have better C.G so they use me as base. And I'm freaking literally carrying a girl on my shoulders, ALL BY MYSELF, and she's BIGGER THAN ME! Thank God he blessed me with stronger inner strength so I can lift her up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;A little note for my 'ahem'(I though I divorced him a long time ago, but he doesn't want to let go)hubby, I won't know how to land the next time you throw me into the pool. haha. Go figure the link.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So the flyer kicked my wrist not on purpose when I had to catch her legs. And than...&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/SApGgjabdFI/AAAAAAAAAIY/FHsv4iQO8z8/s1600-h/Image077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191039045573768274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/SApGgjabdFI/AAAAAAAAAIY/FHsv4iQO8z8/s320/Image077.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/SApGgzabdGI/AAAAAAAAAIg/4HivTmbhTGk/s1600-h/Image078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191039049868735586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/SApGgzabdGI/AAAAAAAAAIg/4HivTmbhTGk/s320/Image078.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That was my first cheer pratice, mind you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Next cheer practice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/SApGgzabdHI/AAAAAAAAAIo/dEZ1E-jmZ8c/s1600-h/Image081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191039049868735602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/SApGgzabdHI/AAAAAAAAAIo/dEZ1E-jmZ8c/s320/Image081.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cause I had to carry another girl on my shoulders. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I have no idea what I'm doing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/SApGhDabdJI/AAAAAAAAAI4/7yYdAbfa6_Q/s1600-h/IMG_1412.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;-Justina means Pain All Over Her Body-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6136151858855728473-648975064321313786?l=wherewesleptlastnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherewesleptlastnight.blogspot.com/feeds/648975064321313786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6136151858855728473&amp;postID=648975064321313786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136151858855728473/posts/default/648975064321313786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136151858855728473/posts/default/648975064321313786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherewesleptlastnight.blogspot.com/2008/04/accident-prone.html' title='Accident Prone'/><author><name>Justina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806711445005625678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/R7HocrpY3AI/AAAAAAAAADA/16I3KZgQg2o/S220/Image020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/SApGgjabdFI/AAAAAAAAAIY/FHsv4iQO8z8/s72-c/Image077.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6136151858855728473.post-523170940978034282</id><published>2008-04-19T00:15:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T00:37:42.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reminise</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I Will Remember You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;-Ryan Cabrera-&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Eight years later&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Time goes by fast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Got my memories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;And they will last&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I try to keep it simple cause I hate goodbyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I try to keep it simple by telling myself that&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I, I will remember you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;And all of the things that we've gone through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;There is so much I could say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;But words get in the way so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;We're not together I will remember you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I will remember you&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;We're a picture in my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;And when I wanna find you I just close my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;You'll never be that far from me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;So don't say goodbye cause&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;You'll never be that far from me I'm telling myself that&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I, I will remember you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;And all of the things that we've gone through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;There is so much I could say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;But words get in the way so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;We're not together I will remember you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;You were there when I needed a friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Thank you, thank you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I never told you how much that meant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;God thank you, thank you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I will remember you&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;And all of the things that we've gone through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;There is so much I could say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;But words get in the way so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I, I will remember you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;And all of the things that we've gone through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;There is so much I could say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;But words get in the way so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;We're not together I will remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;We're not together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I will remember you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I will remember you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;-(Will You?)-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6136151858855728473-523170940978034282?l=wherewesleptlastnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherewesleptlastnight.blogspot.com/feeds/523170940978034282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6136151858855728473&amp;postID=523170940978034282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136151858855728473/posts/default/523170940978034282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136151858855728473/posts/default/523170940978034282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherewesleptlastnight.blogspot.com/2008/04/reminise.html' title='Reminise'/><author><name>Justina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806711445005625678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/R7HocrpY3AI/AAAAAAAAADA/16I3KZgQg2o/S220/Image020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6136151858855728473.post-901913085562012382</id><published>2008-04-04T17:06:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T05:34:01.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Biggest Smile, Deepest Happiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185869774597765730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/R_fpFYZVumI/AAAAAAAAAIA/2FOaNKQUsfY/s320/1_627967224l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Huiling said that Ben has lost weight, and I didn't believe her at first. But after comparing it with a pic from our 5n days, I will have to agree with her on that statement. hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/R_fpFoZVuoI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/NZbFplrr-T4/s1600-h/1_315400231l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185869778892733058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/R_fpFoZVuoI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/NZbFplrr-T4/s320/1_315400231l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do admit to being pretty down since I've been back in school. The people you meet there are just so different from the ones I'm used to. Gone are the days where it was all &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;innocence and fun&lt;/span&gt;, its now all just&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; dog-eat-dog&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I ended school early today, God knows when I'm starting my cheerleading practice(yes, you heard me right). It so happen to be &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Zhonghua's Sports Day&lt;/span&gt; too. So without second thoughts, I was on the train heading to Serangoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm. Who knows when was the last time I saw the Soccer Gang? I actually forgot. Oh wait, it was at Ben's bbq not too long ago. haha. Oh well, it seems like ages to me. The word 'Happy' doesn't come close to what I felt today. It was like that missing part of me was found again, and I have never smiled so much and so long since our Zhonghua days. It was like a life in full circle. &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Perhaps its just been a long time since I sat with people whom I know of that don't have ulterior motives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(I don't want our next meeting to be during Teacher's Day. If you were to ever make the time for me, I would make time for you. I have learnt my lesson, I would never push my family and friends aside for the sake of my studies as what I did during the O levels. Lets just say I'm trying to strike a balance now. You should know better, and that is that I will still care for you, be there for you like I have always been. I've stuck with you thick and thin through this 5-6 years and it wouldn't change. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes I forsee/fear the day when we go our separate paths. Cause I only have a small pool of friends and I am pretty much close to them, hence it's so difficult when the situation is just out of my control. If you can see, I'm not betting much on my friendships in jc so you guys are actually all I have. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;On the day that I die, I don't think I would have 5 big buses of people following me to be cremated, but it'll just be comfort to have my small circle of friends and family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok. I need to stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;My last 2 Pictures!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Yuhang trying very hard to understand why I only play &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Bubble Puzzle&lt;/span&gt; on any game console that walks the earth. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185340102050953778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/R_YHWYZVujI/AAAAAAAAAHo/9FrSDsW_q4g/s320/Image024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185869774597765746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/R_fpFYZVunI/AAAAAAAAAII/L75brChU5_Y/s320/1_230325547l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;-I drew a new face and I laughed-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6136151858855728473-901913085562012382?l=wherewesleptlastnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherewesleptlastnight.blogspot.com/feeds/901913085562012382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6136151858855728473&amp;postID=901913085562012382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136151858855728473/posts/default/901913085562012382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136151858855728473/posts/default/901913085562012382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherewesleptlastnight.blogspot.com/2008/04/biggest-smile-deepest-happiness.html' title='Biggest Smile, Deepest Happiness'/><author><name>Justina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806711445005625678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/R7HocrpY3AI/AAAAAAAAADA/16I3KZgQg2o/S220/Image020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/R_fpFYZVumI/AAAAAAAAAIA/2FOaNKQUsfY/s72-c/1_627967224l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6136151858855728473.post-7908430639457563030</id><published>2008-03-30T10:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T11:00:53.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Animals</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yeah Yeah. New car. My dad bought my mum a new car just to make her happy. Family car down graded in size. 4 seater. I think my butt is enough to cover the whole back seat. ohoh but the back seats are so cozy, you can watch a movie in there anytime. I just love the Peugeot keychain. So pretty. &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/R-75roZVufI/AAAAAAAAAHI/4pdXcvbWFfw/s1600-h/Image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183354749123410418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/R-75roZVufI/AAAAAAAAAHI/4pdXcvbWFfw/s320/Image001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I got a shock of my life yesterday when I didn't recognise Huiling!&lt;/span&gt; While I was in the car waiting for my mum to buy dinner at the Serangoon Garden market, I saw this black girl walking towards the car smiling and waving. And I was wondering who was that weird girl. And suddenly when I unlocked the door for her to come in, I remembered that voice and I was like, Huiling?! &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;(she is sooo tan after her camp)&lt;/span&gt; haha. Who knew my car no.'s were that well known. Than I saw her again at J8 that very same night after her movie. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;The world around us is that small. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was raining last week, so we had to go to our civics room for flag raising. To our surprise, we were greeted with a fluffed up bird which was looking very stressed(most probably locked in there the whole night. poor thing).&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/R-75roZVugI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/XkN1CNd6WmY/s1600-h/Image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183354749123410434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/R-75roZVugI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/XkN1CNd6WmY/s320/Image004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, it was raining the other day too, if you look close enough, you can see little birds taking shelter on the branches of a plant. So cute!&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/R-75r4ZVuhI/AAAAAAAAAHY/28Czr19YBX0/s1600-h/Image014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183354753418377746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/R-75r4ZVuhI/AAAAAAAAAHY/28Czr19YBX0/s320/Image014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I reached home the other day, I did something rather dumb, perhaps its just a habit. I reached for left part of my blouse to take out my name tag, only to realise I dont wear one anymore. Than I just sighed to myself on those days gone by. &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/R-75sIZVuiI/AAAAAAAAAHg/_mmXky4GE5Q/s1600-h/Image016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183354757713345058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/R-75sIZVuiI/AAAAAAAAAHg/_mmXky4GE5Q/s320/Image016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; -Long Distance Line-&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/6136151858855728473-7908430639457563030?l=wherewesleptlastnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherewesleptlastnight.blogspot.com/feeds/7908430639457563030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6136151858855728473&amp;postID=7908430639457563030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136151858855728473/posts/default/7908430639457563030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136151858855728473/posts/default/7908430639457563030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherewesleptlastnight.blogspot.com/2008/03/animals.html' title='Animals'/><author><name>Justina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806711445005625678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/R7HocrpY3AI/AAAAAAAAADA/16I3KZgQg2o/S220/Image020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/R-75roZVufI/AAAAAAAAAHI/4pdXcvbWFfw/s72-c/Image001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6136151858855728473.post-5244936304155707235</id><published>2008-03-11T21:33:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T02:23:29.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Every Monday is a Sunday with Them</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Braving the rain, we went on with the bbq.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Mentally prepared that I wasn't coming home dry anyway.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Wenna dropped by before we headed to Ben's place. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;When we reached, we saw Huiling, Xianglin, Sherman and Darling Thomas, Yuhang, plus (the not so keen people I want to see) Lorrain and friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;At this point, you must be wondering what happen to the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Here's the answer.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Mahjong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Though I must add, that Ben and Kuan Siong were really feeling the room colour. hah. Oh well, according to Yuhang,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Yellow&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;is the colour of the year. But I checked it out, and they said it was&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177106798545028386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/R9jHNCuJRSI/AAAAAAAAAFo/HybR5zLHCgM/s320/Image046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Guess around that time, Wendy, Hash, Xiaotong, Levina and Kendrick came. We just sat around and talked. The guys finally decided to leave their gambling den to eat. So it was just normal socialising and eating. Penshah came too. Funny why he's having more fun in jc compared to me. Bummer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sherman wasn't changed much. But Ben's hair looks much better now. I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/R9jH0SuJRTI/AAAAAAAAAFw/lyFwAGWXdrI/s1600-h/Image059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177107472854893874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/R9jH0SuJRTI/AAAAAAAAAFw/lyFwAGWXdrI/s320/Image059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If you could tell, it wasn't very 'happening' at the beginning. ButButBut, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;when the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Martell&lt;/span&gt; started flowing....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177107498624697682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/R9jH1yuJRVI/AAAAAAAAAGA/WQ1stcIi6vE/s320/Image066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;all hell breaks loose. We played a few games. And it seemed like everyone had their chance for a shot, or more. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;EXCEPT ME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Litong said I was lucky though I beg to differ. And it didn't help that Wenna told Ben about what happened at Shar's bbq. So he was like "Little girls shouldn't drink". Atleast I did help myself to 2 or 3 shots with Ben and Thomas before the games started. And I finished the last parts of the bottle with them too. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;And well, at the end of the game, we had &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TWO HEROES, Benedict and Thomas.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;The 2 Champions were taking filled to the brim shots Before the game, During the game, and After the game. Not to mention during the games, both of them were taking in shots every 2 minutes. I swear I was so worried. If you were there to see their faces, you'd freak out too. They were soo red.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And although Ben said he was okay, you could tell he was faking it. I was worried for the life of both Wendy and I. haha. I literally screamed at him when he came beside me. Atleast Wendy wasn't in site. Lucky her.&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/R9jH0yuJRUI/AAAAAAAAAF4/0nh43naLQmg/s1600-h/Image061.jpg"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177107481444828482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/R9jH0yuJRUI/AAAAAAAAAF4/0nh43naLQmg/s320/Image061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;After all that alcohol, Ben decided to drown it down some more with a dip in the pool. Wonder who else followed? Yuhang, Thomas, Sherman, Hongfei? With the guys wet, you know what follows. Just who got wet first. I think it was Amanda, than Lorrain, than Wenna, and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;after being chased by Benedict, hugging onto a table, dragged on the floor by Wenna, carried by hand and leg down a flight of stairs, and 10 steps to the pool,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I was thrown in the pool. Guess Ben tasted success. Till today, I don't know who were the people who threw me in, was it just Ben and Wenna? I will never know. But I remember kicking Ben's butt when he caught hold of my leg. hah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Huiling and Xianglin got wet too. Everyone did get wet, except a handful. Not counting that Wendy and friends Chickened out. Spoiler man you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;With everyone wet, Amanda started throwing the guys shirts and our flipflops into the pool. You could tell by than, we were all high too. And what do you do when you have flipflops in the pool? FLIPFLOP FRISBEE! Litong was the unlucky one. It was just a game between Huiling, Xianglin, Litong, Yuhang, Thomas and I. Fun Stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Right now I'm not to sure if I was&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;partially drunk&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;cause I don't really remember alot of stuff. I think Thomas Piggy-back me in the pool. Sigh, I don't remember. Whatever. Thomas is mine. Don't steal him alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wondering what happened to our TWO HEROES at the end of the day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/R9jH2iuJRWI/AAAAAAAAAGI/hDPiVU59g2A/s1600-h/Image071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177107511509599586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/R9jH2iuJRWI/AAAAAAAAAGI/hDPiVU59g2A/s320/Image071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;After all that drinking and playing, all that darling Thomas could give me was a blank stare, Guess his pubbing experience didn't help. As for Ben, I guess he wasn't that bad, he still could climb the stairs thats for one. But he M.I.A-ed after he stepped into the house. Apparently, he puked his guts out and drifted into lala land. Both Heores K.I.A.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So what do you say people?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lets give a big round of applause for THAM SHENG QIAN LEWIS BENEDICT and LAM WEI JUN THOMAS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;-Cartoon Heroes-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Checked up on darling today, he says he's alright. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6136151858855728473-5244936304155707235?l=wherewesleptlastnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherewesleptlastnight.blogspot.com/feeds/5244936304155707235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6136151858855728473&amp;postID=5244936304155707235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136151858855728473/posts/default/5244936304155707235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136151858855728473/posts/default/5244936304155707235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherewesleptlastnight.blogspot.com/2008/03/every-monday-is-sunday-with-them.html' title='Every Monday is a Sunday with Them'/><author><name>Justina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806711445005625678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/R7HocrpY3AI/AAAAAAAAADA/16I3KZgQg2o/S220/Image020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/R9jHNCuJRSI/AAAAAAAAAFo/HybR5zLHCgM/s72-c/Image046.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6136151858855728473.post-4202271387234704600</id><published>2008-03-09T21:56:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T23:53:37.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Muffs!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Celebrated muffs &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;18th Birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; on Saturday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;She had a mini bbq for her close friends and family.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Not to my surprise, her house is still as messy as ever. Actually, there has been an add on to the hazardous level. The ceiling in her room is literally &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;DROPPING DOWN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, you need insurance to enter that room. No joke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Yet again, I was the first to arrive. Lazed around since everyone was doing their thing to get the pit started. It didn't take much anyway, cause the pit was very small, just enough for everyone there. Wenna came after that, and that, than shar's bro started cooking the wings and thighs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Auntie marinates the best chicken wings ever! Oh-So-Very Yum!&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/R9jJPyuJRXI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/dvRTRzoFfn4/s1600-h/IMG_1412.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177109044812924274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/R9jJPyuJRXI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/dvRTRzoFfn4/s320/IMG_1412.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;So we just sat around, talked and ate. Catched up with Wenna dear. She seems to be doing fine, just like everyone else. 'ahem' not to mention the drinking. Well, after the wine, and 2 bottles of vodka, I was a tad high though everyone said I was drunk. Hey, atleast I said I felt a little high. Plus I still remember the 4 numbers muffs gave me to remember. 1214. 4D anyone? haha. It's my first time feeling high (oops). Atleast I learnt something that day, I sing when I'm high too. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;It sucks that the privilege of seeing your friends everyday is gone. Okay, think happy Justina. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Absence makes the heart grow stronger. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Where was Gwen Chan Simin?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;That girl. She was in church and she only came at 9 plus? We actually had a few rounds of 'Guess what Time Gwen is Coming'. But we all lost in the end. &lt;strong&gt;Gwen is forever late&lt;/strong&gt;. Sigh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;We manages to trick that blur birthday girl that there was NO CAKE. And she believed us. Can you believe that? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I bet when muffs saw her Swensen Blackforest Ice-Cream Cake topped with a lighted Big candle and 8 little ones trailing behind it, she was ELATED.&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/R9jJQCuJRYI/AAAAAAAAAGY/1Sb2ISPTZuY/s1600-h/IMG_1418.jpg"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177109049107891586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/R9jJQCuJRYI/AAAAAAAAAGY/1Sb2ISPTZuY/s320/IMG_1418.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Picture Speaks a Thousand Words &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/R9jJQSuJRZI/AAAAAAAAAGg/2P1H5_IRW8I/s1600-h/IMG_1419.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177109053402858898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/R9jJQSuJRZI/AAAAAAAAAGg/2P1H5_IRW8I/s320/IMG_1419.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who says you can't embrace the child in you, even if your 18. BubbleBubbleBoilandTrouble.&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/R9jJQiuJRaI/AAAAAAAAAGo/jdku4R64ZAg/s1600-h/IMG_1425.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177109057697826210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/R9jJQiuJRaI/AAAAAAAAAGo/jdku4R64ZAg/s320/IMG_1425.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Gwen came, like finally. She had her share of Aunties yummyyummy chicken and had some yummy cake too. It was just the 4 girls as we used to be. Back to the times. Back to the start. In the end, we were the ones standing at the beginning together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Darkness turns to Light&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/R9jJQyuJRbI/AAAAAAAAAGw/ODUQPhhheO4/s1600-h/IMG_1428.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177109061992793522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/R9jJQyuJRbI/AAAAAAAAAGw/ODUQPhhheO4/s320/IMG_1428.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;My little girl is all grown up now. After 11 years, that Primary 1 girl across my house has matured so much. Still remember playing Barbie Dolls with her. hah. I don't think she knows it, but the best thing she has ever taught me in this span of frinedship, was that family is important. She has always been the adult while I'm the child. I teach her to be a kid, she teaches me to be an adult. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Imagine where we'd be in 10 years time? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Birthday Muffs! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;I LOVE YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;-My Boo-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6136151858855728473-4202271387234704600?l=wherewesleptlastnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherewesleptlastnight.blogspot.com/feeds/4202271387234704600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6136151858855728473&amp;postID=4202271387234704600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136151858855728473/posts/default/4202271387234704600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136151858855728473/posts/default/4202271387234704600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherewesleptlastnight.blogspot.com/2008/03/happy-birthday-muffs_09.html' title='Happy Birthday Muffs!'/><author><name>Justina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806711445005625678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/R7HocrpY3AI/AAAAAAAAADA/16I3KZgQg2o/S220/Image020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/R9jJPyuJRXI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/dvRTRzoFfn4/s72-c/IMG_1412.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6136151858855728473.post-786791096533868804</id><published>2008-03-08T18:09:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T01:56:58.389+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Night Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After reminiscing about the days gone by in Zhonghua, we headed for our dinner date at the&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt; Fish &amp;amp; Co Glasshouse&lt;/span&gt;. Though I did suggest a meal at a different place where it would be lighter on Yuhang's wallet, he refused. Sigh, that &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;stubborn&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; boy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Most of them ordered the standard &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Fish &amp;amp; Chips&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177102911599625394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/R9jDqyuJRLI/AAAAAAAAAEw/mAnpo91hisM/s320/CIMG5559.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177102915894592706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/R9jDrCuJRMI/AAAAAAAAAE4/w_RYPY_XHV0/s320/CIMG5564.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Jasmine's new hair cut makes her look like a lil doll. Cute right?&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/R9jEeSuJRNI/AAAAAAAAAFA/4Pc99q7Lwu8/s1600-h/CIMG5565.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177103796362888402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/R9jEeSuJRNI/AAAAAAAAAFA/4Pc99q7Lwu8/s320/CIMG5565.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoot me if you will, but I wasn't really keen on eating their Fish &amp;amp; Chips AGAIN. And I was eyeing their grilled salmon so badly, though it cost like 17 bucks. In the end, the worst got the best of me and I ordered it. Felt so bad for Yuhang. Butbutbut, the salmon was fantastic! It was coated with white and black sesame. So Yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180138866590726610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/R-OM2oZVudI/AAAAAAAAAG4/f8rXMxFOmR4/s320/CIMG5560.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The six of us chocked up a bill of &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;127 bucks&lt;/span&gt;. Sorry Yuhang&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In serach for dessert, we walked to Plaza Sing, than to The Cathay, Than back to Plaza Sing. Where we finally decided to eat at Cartel. My Treat! I'm always game for dessert!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Peiru and Huiling. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Big Smile&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177102894419756162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/R9jDpyuJRII/AAAAAAAAAEY/Zrn0AtseiCg/s320/CIMG5608.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177102911599625378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/R9jDqyuJRKI/AAAAAAAAAEo/kGx32sPOick/s320/CIMG5574.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I secretly think Yuhang's a girl. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177105540119610642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/R9jGDyuJRRI/AAAAAAAAAFg/6xInY7k1m7o/s320/CIMG5577.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Limin and her Oreo Frappe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180140726311565794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/R-OOi4ZVueI/AAAAAAAAAHA/lEKTlT5clFg/s320/CIMG5611.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I gorge on desserts.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177102907304658066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/R9jDqiuJRJI/AAAAAAAAAEg/XH_3zsYXCKA/s320/CIMG5613.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Limin and Peiru left half way through our desserts, cause they needed to catch the last train back. Than it was just Huiling, Jasmine, Yuhang and I. After we were done, we trained back to Serangoon. Huiling was very tired, and so was Yuhang. You could tell that both their eyes were about to shut in no time. So as much as I tried to persuade that silly boy not to walk me home, he still insisted. Oh well. &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Often I feel very guilty that he walks from my place all the way to Kovan.&lt;/span&gt; haha. He's my hero. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cannot stand this picture of him.&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't he look so cheeky?&lt;br /&gt;*faint*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177104998953731330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/R9jFkSuJRQI/AAAAAAAAAFY/vJJhSW9duNo/s320/CIMG5557.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-Leave a Mark on this Earth- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6136151858855728473-786791096533868804?l=wherewesleptlastnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherewesleptlastnight.blogspot.com/feeds/786791096533868804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6136151858855728473&amp;postID=786791096533868804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136151858855728473/posts/default/786791096533868804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136151858855728473/posts/default/786791096533868804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherewesleptlastnight.blogspot.com/2008/03/friday-night-out.html' title='Friday Night Out'/><author><name>Justina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806711445005625678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/R7HocrpY3AI/AAAAAAAAADA/16I3KZgQg2o/S220/Image020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/R9jDqyuJRLI/AAAAAAAAAEw/mAnpo91hisM/s72-c/CIMG5559.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6136151858855728473.post-6694871990450577318</id><published>2008-03-07T17:54:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T23:47:24.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Miss...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Even though I said that the day I stepped out of &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Zhonghua&lt;/span&gt; was the happiest day of my life, &lt;strong&gt;I take it back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Honestly, going back was comforting to my distressed soul. Familiar grounds where I have played, loved and studied at. Familiar faces, liked or hated. Its just the whole aura that makes me feel secure. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Miss... walking down this block every morning.&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/R9ZXviuJREI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Q4LzpgK8ZjQ/s1600-h/Image048.jpg"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176421295994782786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/R9ZXviuJREI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Q4LzpgK8ZjQ/s320/Image048.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Miss... the invisible line we drew around the study benches outside our classroom, that gave us the authority to hog/study on them day and night.&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/R9ZXvyuJRFI/AAAAAAAAAEA/V548ppYjt0g/s1600-h/Image051.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176421300289750098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/R9ZXvyuJRFI/AAAAAAAAAEA/V548ppYjt0g/s320/Image051.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I Miss... studying hard TOGETHER. The support we gave each other was priceless.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176421222980338738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/R9ZXrSuJRDI/AAAAAAAAADw/6JL46XLHaxI/s320/Image054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And I Miss... THIS BENCH, at the study corner. The memories surrounding this bench is endless. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;With much joy its has brought and the heartache it represents, I love this bench.&lt;/span&gt; If I could buy this bench, I would. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176421210095436834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/R9ZXqiuJRCI/AAAAAAAAADo/kkoEwY2ahJ8/s320/Image055.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;It was when I was talking to Lao Shi, that she opened my eyes to why I'm feeling the way I do. She said that I have grown up in a secruity zone for the pass 5 years hence I find it so difficult to let others in. Cause even though a few of our classmates change, its just between us 2 classes. N1 and N2. So there wasn't a need to worry about making friends as we have been friends already. Thus going to a jc was a 'cultural shock' for me. And while other students had 2 months to adjust to a jc system, I was only given 2 weeks. Plus it's alright to fail in jc. She said that if the teachers in innova arn't willing to help, she told me to come back to ask my Zhonghua teachers. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;(Can you believe this?! I wonder if I can study for my A levels in Zhonghua. I want Miss Ong for chem, Miss Ting for physics, Mr Lim for GP, Mr Wong for math, and lastly, my favourite 'fish' Lao Shi for CLB. hah!) (okay okay, I need to come back to earth now)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Moving back to what Lao Shi said about friendships, She said she believes that Secondary School Friendships are the purest friendships you can make, and "think of jc as a mini society, you will find all the 'funny' characters there". Than she reminded go out and have fun. Cause even if my classmates don't have a life, I need one. "Try to keep sane, in this insane world".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;And the best advice she has ever give me, was, and &lt;strong&gt;always &lt;/strong&gt;will be, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Justina, please remember to sleep. You need to rest."&lt;/span&gt; haha. And I nod obediently.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I guess I'm typing whatever she says down for memories sake. When a day comes when my head is just saturated with useless info that I'm not gonna use on a daily basis, and when I feel that all is lost, atleast I have some wise words to read. Oh well, Lao Shi is just a call away anyway. When I wasn't sure which jc to go to, she was the first person I called for help. Chinese on top of the worry list, she took the effort to find out if I could do CLB in any jc. Not forgetting the CLB 'liao' she got for me for the O levels. I'm thankful to God for blessing me with a teacher like her. And I know she almost fainted when she heard I passed my CL with a C6. There's nothing much to say about God and the miracles He does. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Its ironic how the Best Teacher I ever had taught the worst subject I ever did.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;-I Miss...&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Zhonghua&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6136151858855728473-6694871990450577318?l=wherewesleptlastnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherewesleptlastnight.blogspot.com/feeds/6694871990450577318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6136151858855728473&amp;postID=6694871990450577318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136151858855728473/posts/default/6694871990450577318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136151858855728473/posts/default/6694871990450577318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherewesleptlastnight.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-miss.html' title='I Miss...'/><author><name>Justina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806711445005625678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/R7HocrpY3AI/AAAAAAAAADA/16I3KZgQg2o/S220/Image020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/R9ZXviuJREI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Q4LzpgK8ZjQ/s72-c/Image048.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6136151858855728473.post-9038130473751488632</id><published>2008-03-05T19:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T20:50:22.444+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Darkness</title><content type='html'>It’s amazing who many words there are to describe sadness. And it helps that most of them start with a ‘D’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death&lt;br /&gt;Depression&lt;br /&gt;Disappointment&lt;br /&gt;Downtrodden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes. It’s another emo entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life’s just a big mess. I have never felt so lost, unsettled, insecure, unloved, physically, emotionally, mentally unstable. Oh wait. There’s more, suicide. And I also admit that I have lost some faith in God. I know God frown upon those who thinks/commits suicide. So I’m just a disappointment to Him. I’m just a big fat disappointment to everyone in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder how a cheerful, loving person, that smiled her way through everything that came her way, turned into a person who thinks that life has nothing left to live for. Let alone she has lived her whole life following where God has led her to be today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s try to see the link between my messed up life, with my messed up emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trips on the train makes me think a lot. When I think too much, I feel too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t have a proper classroom to settle in, hence I’m just moving from lecture hall to lecture hall to classrooms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t find any true friends who I think are worth letting in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No word in the dictionary can describe School work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My source of motivation has gone. (It’s sort of dumb, but it’s the one that’s causing ALL the heartache and tears) It’s just a lot of questions in my head. And my ONLY answer is to cry. Cry when I think of the past. Cry to the songs we sang to each other. Freaking hell, everything reminds me of him. He literally built me up and tore me down. So you can go ahead and tell me. “He’s just a jerk”. But I worry a lot for him, because I care for him. He’s not the best guy you’ll ever catch, and obviously he wasn’t an angel either. I may not understand his flaws, let alone, I don’t really approve any of them. But he’s got a heart I love. He was there to pick me up. And now without him, as much as I try, I can’t seem to motivate myself. I wake up every morning thinking it’s another painful day without him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after reading that point, you figured I failed on carrying out whatever I typed in my previous post. Is there a record on how many consecutive days a human can cry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my life is like a 1000 piece jigsaw puzzle, and I’m a 2 year old trying to piece it together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, just maybe, if you guys prayed hard enough, my next post would be happier. But it’ll take time. I’m stuck in a moment that I don’t want to end. It took me 2 years to get over a crush so imagine me getting over him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to learn how to love me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-To All The Guys that Complicate My Life-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6136151858855728473-9038130473751488632?l=wherewesleptlastnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherewesleptlastnight.blogspot.com/feeds/9038130473751488632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6136151858855728473&amp;postID=9038130473751488632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136151858855728473/posts/default/9038130473751488632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136151858855728473/posts/default/9038130473751488632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherewesleptlastnight.blogspot.com/2008/03/darkness.html' title='Darkness'/><author><name>Justina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806711445005625678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/R7HocrpY3AI/AAAAAAAAADA/16I3KZgQg2o/S220/Image020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6136151858855728473.post-6455943240348384839</id><published>2008-03-02T02:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T03:40:11.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inbox</title><content type='html'>I was clearing my inbox, when I came across a message my dad sent me on my first day in jc. He said "Study hard. God loves you". It didn't really strike me the first time I recieved it, but reading it today did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though a week has pass since I entered school, I think I have failed everyone. Though I chose this path, I truly felt that God had guided me this way. But im not very sure what lesson he is trying to teach me. Perhaps He is teaching me to be more independent. Or perhaps He is saying that the world is not as kind as I see it to be, and not everyone I meet is gonna be a true friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first week of jc was pretty bad to say the least. And starting with the end in mind, is no where close in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I have been blessed in more than many ways than one. And all I ever want to do is to make my parents proud. Though I have never been smart. But I never ever want to be a burden to my parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have blessed me with so much, and often I take them for granted. And I guess my only way of repaying them, is by being good and studying hard. But I fear if one day I should fail, I would have nothing to show my gratitude to them, and they would have 3 pathetic daughters and perhaps feel that they have failed in bringing up children who are respected by society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today, I mark a start of a Stronger Justina. And that means No More Crying. Chin up, and have No Fear. Cause even if it pushes me to the edge of my life, I just want to see parents happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6136151858855728473-6455943240348384839?l=wherewesleptlastnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherewesleptlastnight.blogspot.com/feeds/6455943240348384839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6136151858855728473&amp;postID=6455943240348384839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136151858855728473/posts/default/6455943240348384839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136151858855728473/posts/default/6455943240348384839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherewesleptlastnight.blogspot.com/2008/03/inbox.html' title='Inbox'/><author><name>Justina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806711445005625678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/R7HocrpY3AI/AAAAAAAAADA/16I3KZgQg2o/S220/Image020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6136151858855728473.post-144502604837027687</id><published>2008-02-29T19:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T20:43:16.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Swollen Eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I hate to emo some more, but I just have to. My first week in jc was hell. I understand the need to bridge the gap, but teaching at a speed faster than a bullet train aint gonna help, might as well not teach at all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;You could say I need time to adjust to my new surroundings, new syllabus, new subjects, new approach to teaching, new curriculum. As much as I have tried, I still feel rather alien. I hate sitting in lecture rooms, filled with God knows how many people. I just hate it. Classrooms were built for a reason people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;And what sucks the most, is that I have deduced that jc is not one place you want to make true friends. Its every man for himself. So can anyone please understand why im feeling so down? I so freaking miss all my friends. Just typing that makes my eyes well up with tears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Im not very proud to say this, but I come home EVERY night, crying my eyes out. Everyone has put their faith in me, but I have failed them. I remember reading Val's message on the train, tears in my eyes. Even the simplest message of love can make me tear. All I have to say is that im thankful for all the loves in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;-You're Treasure-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6136151858855728473-144502604837027687?l=wherewesleptlastnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherewesleptlastnight.blogspot.com/feeds/144502604837027687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6136151858855728473&amp;postID=144502604837027687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136151858855728473/posts/default/144502604837027687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136151858855728473/posts/default/144502604837027687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherewesleptlastnight.blogspot.com/2008/02/swollen-eyes.html' title='Swollen Eyes'/><author><name>Justina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806711445005625678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/R7HocrpY3AI/AAAAAAAAADA/16I3KZgQg2o/S220/Image020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6136151858855728473.post-8921532175483395211</id><published>2008-02-21T14:15:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T18:19:02.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Start With Nothing, End With Something</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Im leaving for&lt;strong&gt; Perth&lt;/strong&gt; in a few hours. Kinda glad to get away from all the chaos going around. When I heard the subject combination talk yesterday, I think the stress started building up. Go ahead and think im weak. Mind you I have not used my brains to its fullest potential for like the pass....5 months? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Yesterday was alright. Made friends talked, ran round the school together, bought our uniform together, just to realise that it was a tad to big, so I dropped by school just now to change the blouse, than altered the freaking long skirt. Now all I need are my Nike shoes. Lets pray they have nice ones in Perth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Hate to think about it, but when I get back, I'll be hitting the books straight. No turning back now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;And I hate to admit it, but when I came home after school, I was an &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;emotional wreck&lt;/span&gt;. All I could do was binge and cry, I was so shocked to see how many student got retained in JC1. And I have already missed out on like 2 months of stuff, how in the world am I going to catch up. Plus, most of the friends I have made are going to an arts stream, so I have no one to depend on, no one to help me understand lectures, I have &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;NO ONE&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Passed by Zhonghua on my way home, and as much as I hate the freaking people that run the school, I miss knowing the fact that when I go to school, my friends are gonna be there to make a boring day in school less painful. And it sounds kinda dumb, but I miss the classroom as well. I miss sitting at the bench outside the classroom, with papers and books all stacked up, studying my ass off. I miss the study corner all the 5N-ers sat at, studying all way to the night, till the security guard had to chase us out. I think I just miss the whole secondary school feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to make myself feel better. Pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Rememeber this.......&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169372681532398610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/R71NELpY3BI/AAAAAAAAADI/oFnSnJlVR2A/s320/IMG_0196.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I miss playing this. Don't you?&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169372698712267810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/R71NFLpY3CI/AAAAAAAAADQ/MnTHRdQQQU4/s320/IMG_0197.jpg" border="0" /&gt;haha. I have no idea how I accidentally uploaded this pic. Burger King, your Dairy Queen misses you.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169372711597169714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/R71NF7pY3DI/AAAAAAAAADY/_di72H9JdAc/s320/IMG_0256.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I really treasure the little notes you guys write to me. And often when I feel down, your sweet words are comfort in my heart.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169373922777947202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/R71OMbpY3EI/AAAAAAAAADg/ML9SJlb4KvQ/s320/IMG_0257.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Unlike others, im not the sort to adjust well to new surroundings. And its kinda shit when you actually need your new surroundings to help you survive through jc. All I hope for now, is just to be able to catch up with syllabus and make some depenable friends. Sounds easier than it actually is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I need to stop emo-ing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Sometimes, I think I use the word 'I', 'me', 'my' too much when I blog/text. Makes me sound so selfish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Damn it! I just realised that since im gonna miss the first day of school, all the freakin students will take up the front seats in class! Shit! Short people like me need those seats! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Triumph&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; starts with a &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;TRY&lt;/span&gt; and ends with a Big &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Try Justina, Try&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6136151858855728473-8921532175483395211?l=wherewesleptlastnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherewesleptlastnight.blogspot.com/feeds/8921532175483395211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6136151858855728473&amp;postID=8921532175483395211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136151858855728473/posts/default/8921532175483395211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136151858855728473/posts/default/8921532175483395211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherewesleptlastnight.blogspot.com/2008/02/start-with-nothing-end-with-something.html' title='Start With Nothing, End With Something'/><author><name>Justina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806711445005625678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/R7HocrpY3AI/AAAAAAAAADA/16I3KZgQg2o/S220/Image020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/R71NELpY3BI/AAAAAAAAADI/oFnSnJlVR2A/s72-c/IMG_0196.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6136151858855728473.post-4559829835581656692</id><published>2008-02-16T23:15:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T20:00:17.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'>S.J.J.E.L</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;What does it mean, when you dream about hugging a person you once liked?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Often or not, I believe that our dreams are the emotions of our inner self. Perhaps not all our dreams reflect our deeper feelings. But those that you remember, are those that you hold specific importance to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Well, I do admit that I still care for him. And yes, I still hold on to many sweet memories I had with him. It beats having no memories at all. But I have made it totally clear with myself that I have lost my feelings for him. When he left, he changed too much for me to understand. And don't get me wrong, cause I still love him as a friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;In that dream, I did what I have always wanted to do, I said the stuff I have always wanted to say. Though the dream ain't gonna come true, the emotions I felt were real.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;-S.J.J.E.L I really do miss you-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6136151858855728473-4559829835581656692?l=wherewesleptlastnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherewesleptlastnight.blogspot.com/feeds/4559829835581656692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6136151858855728473&amp;postID=4559829835581656692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136151858855728473/posts/default/4559829835581656692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136151858855728473/posts/default/4559829835581656692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherewesleptlastnight.blogspot.com/2008/02/sjjel.html' title='S.J.J.E.L'/><author><name>Justina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806711445005625678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/R7HocrpY3AI/AAAAAAAAADA/16I3KZgQg2o/S220/Image020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6136151858855728473.post-6068663245905735003</id><published>2008-02-14T00:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T01:09:54.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine</title><content type='html'>Its &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Valentines Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; today. Honestly speaking, its actually kinda sad to be celebrating it by my lonesome, yet I feel like I should reserve myself until I find someone deserving enough. Its not that I dont like the guys in my life, hell yeah, I love them. I just feel that waiting for that special someone, and giving my all, would make a relationship special. &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jun Xiang says my perception of love is very mature, and I think so too.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one thing I cant understand, are those teenage love couples who are lost in their own lil world, and when they breakup, they just freakin sink themselves into depression. &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Seriously, there's more to life people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Perhaps im still trying to get over the last guy that liked me. He was there for me even at my weakest moments. Giving me the strength to pull myself together and do my best. The one who listened to me rant about hating to study for humanities. Constant messages that releaved me from unnecessary stress. And when he looks into my eyes, he makes me feel like a lil kid, warm and tingly on the inside.&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; Yet, when I saw him cry, I didn't know what to say to him. Sometimes, I feel I was the cause of his tears.&lt;/span&gt; Than one day, the messages stopped. I told myself to get over him, and I really did try. And to top it all off, I sort of found out he was sort of like a gambler. Like I said, im reserving myself for that special someone, and although I can accept certain flaws, stuff like that just makes me all insecure. So its really bout time I got over him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;*******, I have a raisin, so forget that date.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny why I have no idea why I just typed that whole paragraph for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im not the sort to go through many relationships just to settle at one. I want something that lasts.&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; To me, love is not just about understanding and compassion. Its more of a special someone loving enough, to bring out the better part of me. Showing me a different side to the world. Helping me view stuff from a different angle. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;So, today's Valentines Day. And im gonna celebrate love, my way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-Hearts All Over the World-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6136151858855728473-6068663245905735003?l=wherewesleptlastnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherewesleptlastnight.blogspot.com/feeds/6068663245905735003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6136151858855728473&amp;postID=6068663245905735003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136151858855728473/posts/default/6068663245905735003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136151858855728473/posts/default/6068663245905735003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherewesleptlastnight.blogspot.com/2008/02/its-valentines-day-today.html' title='Valentine'/><author><name>Justina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806711445005625678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/R7HocrpY3AI/AAAAAAAAADA/16I3KZgQg2o/S220/Image020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6136151858855728473.post-2469422701374414403</id><published>2008-02-12T11:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T02:51:43.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dating Game</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Yesterday, I went for a lil date with my darlings. All fingers are pointed at Yuhang at this moment cause he was the bored one, and wanted to go out. But im not blaming him cause I sure did enjoy myself. Big Smile. So after all the last minute, and I really mean last minute deliberation, we decided to head down to Raffles City(my idea).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Okay, before I start on the day, I really need to thank &lt;strong&gt;Teo Yuhang&lt;/strong&gt; and my now ex-hubby, &lt;strong&gt;Benedict&lt;/strong&gt; for helping me burn those extra CNY calories cause I was literally walking up and down the whole of Douby Ghout mrt in search of them. And low and behold, they were sitting on the steps beside the train station. Talk about making yourself visable. Yuhang, you suck at giving clear and precise destinations. But its alright, I still love you. hah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;So &lt;strong&gt;Xianglin&lt;/strong&gt; came late, then we headed to City Hall. Funny that &lt;strong&gt;Kuan Siong&lt;/strong&gt; took the train to Raffles Place. Okay okay, I admit, I have made that mistake before. Once. Walked around cause darling ben wanted to eat. Finally deciding to eat at Out of the Pan, located near the central fountain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/R7Ed47pY2uI/AAAAAAAAAA0/-2kdDNvfo9U/s1600-h/Image028.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;So, if you figured, Ben was starved.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165942329807788706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/R7EdLbpY2qI/AAAAAAAAAAU/mkqWp9DM008/s320/Image031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Nothing completes a good-ol meal like dessert! Though its not in the picture, the waffles were accompanied with orange sorbet, that had chocolate shavings in them. So yum, and so fits in with the CNY celebrations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/R7Ed5LpY2vI/AAAAAAAAAA8/uEqSmzhhS8Y/s1600-h/Image037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165943115786803954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/R7Ed5LpY2vI/AAAAAAAAAA8/uEqSmzhhS8Y/s320/Image037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Kuan Siong didn't order anything. He was busy clearing his wallet, while we were busy chomping down our food. Blame it on his huge cup of Coffee bean coffee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/R7Ed5rpY2xI/AAAAAAAAABM/wf17jhUFwRA/s1600-h/Image034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165943124376738578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/R7Ed5rpY2xI/AAAAAAAAABM/wf17jhUFwRA/s320/Image034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Yuhang has been craving for waffles with ice-cream for like...2 months? Hence,&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I took it upon myself to find a place that served good waffles to appease his taste buds.&lt;/span&gt; And I sure hope he did enjoy his meal. Sigh, the things I do for him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165942338397723330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/R7EdL7pY2sI/AAAAAAAAAAk/N4-uF56ziyA/s320/Image035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;What else can I say. I just love this picture.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166134555364088770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/R7HMAbpY28I/AAAAAAAAACg/4oeg-3Jn5Tg/s320/Image032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Xianglin and I shared this. Strawberry Crepes! It had strawberry and custard filling, which wasn't too sweet, and complemented each other pretty well. Topped with vanilla bean ice-cream and seasonal berries. Super yum!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166144064421682130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/R7HUp7pY29I/AAAAAAAAACo/lc1J6ed4fzk/s320/Image036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After stuffing ourselves, we walked around the area. Xianglin desperately trying to get &lt;strong&gt;Wendy&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Hasyimah&lt;/strong&gt; to join us for a movie(Yuhang's idea). Well, we succeeded! Duh, when you put Justina on the line, I can persuade any soul. hah. I got &lt;strong&gt;Huiling&lt;/strong&gt; to join in too. Just at that moment, Ben and Kuan Siong left, for like the dumbest reason, play Mahjong. Don't ask me to tap into the mind of my ex-hubby, its uncharted territory. Guess he was the one who lost out, cause he missed watching a movie with Wendy. Awww&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Trained back to Plaza Sing. where we decided to catch......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;My very first chinese movie&lt;/span&gt;. Guess who sat beside me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165991502888360738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/R7FJ5rpY2yI/AAAAAAAAABU/xT5dX3vlMHo/s320/Image045.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Yuhang Yuhang. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165943120081771266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/R7Ed5bpY2wI/AAAAAAAAABE/Ag2FtknNEBA/s320/Image007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie was alright, a tad too exaggerated for my taste. Who cares anyway, I didn't. We than headed to Pastamania for dinner. And after, Wendy and Hasyimah left. So it was just Yuhang, Huiling, Xianglin and I. Walked from Plaza Sing to Ochard, in an attempt to digest our food. Headed home after that. Xianglin took the other train, while Huiling, Yuhang and I trained back to Serangoon. Waited for Huiling's dad to pick her up. And as per usual &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Super Sweet Yuhang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; walked me home. He's so sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Yup. So that was my day out with my darlings. It was exceptionally fun, though dates like that arn't gonna come by easy when school starts, im glad to keep the memories. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;5 years of friendship and counting. I Love Xianglin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165942321217854098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/R7EdK7pY2pI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0zhweeQTXvo/s320/1_954972459l.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;-We Wanna Make A Memory-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6136151858855728473-2469422701374414403?l=wherewesleptlastnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherewesleptlastnight.blogspot.com/feeds/2469422701374414403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6136151858855728473&amp;postID=2469422701374414403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136151858855728473/posts/default/2469422701374414403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136151858855728473/posts/default/2469422701374414403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherewesleptlastnight.blogspot.com/2008/02/our-lil-date.html' title='The Dating Game'/><author><name>Justina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806711445005625678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/R7HocrpY3AI/AAAAAAAAADA/16I3KZgQg2o/S220/Image020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/R7EdLbpY2qI/AAAAAAAAAAU/mkqWp9DM008/s72-c/Image031.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6136151858855728473.post-2341696045556796506</id><published>2008-02-12T11:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T11:41:57.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unopen letters</title><content type='html'>A fresh beginning. A new start. A place to pen my thoughts down. Something to mark a special day gone by.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6136151858855728473-2341696045556796506?l=wherewesleptlastnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherewesleptlastnight.blogspot.com/feeds/2341696045556796506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6136151858855728473&amp;postID=2341696045556796506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136151858855728473/posts/default/2341696045556796506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136151858855728473/posts/default/2341696045556796506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherewesleptlastnight.blogspot.com/2008/02/unopen-letters.html' title='Unopen letters'/><author><name>Justina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806711445005625678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yv5oU9zyTmg/R7HocrpY3AI/AAAAAAAAADA/16I3KZgQg2o/S220/Image020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
