<?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-4978437094336620475</id><updated>2012-02-16T09:07:47.861-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its Snowing Sheep.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesycheeken.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978437094336620475/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesycheeken.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978437094336620475/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>nikki - maxfy.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11353032665153642409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRLqGFIF-uI/AAAAAAAAAJg/H0WR1AIB_3M/s1600-R/1_160171448l.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>114</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4978437094336620475.post-6734311403423442797</id><published>2008-12-17T06:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T07:05:36.278-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>THE ULTIMATEST GREATEST BESTEST FRENCH FRY QUIZ!&lt;br /&gt;( created by moi, of course. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Hot or cold?&lt;br /&gt;Hot.&lt;br /&gt;2. Crispy or soft?&lt;br /&gt;Soft.&lt;br /&gt;3. Fat or thin?&lt;br /&gt;Fat.&lt;br /&gt;4. More salt or less?&lt;br /&gt;Less.&lt;br /&gt;5. With mayo or others?&lt;br /&gt;Others.&lt;br /&gt;6. With milkshake or not?&lt;br /&gt;Not.&lt;br /&gt;7. Fresh or fast?&lt;br /&gt;Fresh.&lt;br /&gt;8. Fluffy or hard?&lt;br /&gt;Fluffy.&lt;br /&gt;9. Golden or brown?&lt;br /&gt;Golden.&lt;br /&gt;10. With meal or no meal?&lt;br /&gt;Depends, i guess. If i want a snack, no meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHHA.&lt;br /&gt;I just wrote a POEM! More of a rhyme, really. Its called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Comparisons&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why have a moon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When we have a Sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why do we walk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When we know we can run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why do we lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When we could trust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Can't we not abandon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ourselves to lust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why do we hate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When we can love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why not be gentle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And not be rough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why, I ask&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So many unanswered things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My mind's like a pair of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Badly broken swings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHH! Its 2 more days to 20th! YAY! ( today's actually the 18th, i'm doing this at 12:00am sharp! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... I need some space to rant for a while. Fiction, by the way! BWAHAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That day. he stood by her, and she wondered why. she looked down and blushed. he didn't seem to notice though, or maybe he did but didn't want to say. the games went on and they both played well. each time the game settled he would come by her again, unconsciously or not, she didn't know. then when the time came to eat, he was the first at the table, after her.&lt;br /&gt;she sat down at the table and looked expectedly at the others. they came, but he deliberately asked them to sit somewhere else.. so the seat he chose was opposite her. throughout the whole meal he stared hard at the family next to the group. he didn't dare to look at her. she was very confused as she didn't know what to say or even think. then when she was getting out of the train, he said bye very softly, so the others wouldn't hear. but he didn't look at her and his hair covered his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what should she think, what should she do? what does his actions mean.. nobody knows. or maybe he does, but he doesn't know it. yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Come to think of it, it does make a great story. AHHAHAHA. BYE.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4978437094336620475-6734311403423442797?l=cheesycheeken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesycheeken.blogspot.com/feeds/6734311403423442797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4978437094336620475&amp;postID=6734311403423442797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978437094336620475/posts/default/6734311403423442797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978437094336620475/posts/default/6734311403423442797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesycheeken.blogspot.com/2008/12/ultimatest-greatest-bestest-french-fry.html' title=''/><author><name>nikki - maxfy.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11353032665153642409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRLqGFIF-uI/AAAAAAAAAJg/H0WR1AIB_3M/s1600-R/1_160171448l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4978437094336620475.post-5640910416715584849</id><published>2008-12-16T23:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T23:56:45.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello.&lt;div&gt;thanks for all the birthday wishes ; i mean it :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ahh! 3 more days to 20th december, and 10 more days to the 27th!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i've recently listened to a few nice songs ( to me, of course ).  And i'm actually liking them. AHHA! AND, as you've probably guessed, they're on my favourites playlist now. wahhh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like Whoa - Aly &amp;amp; AJ  (#6 )&lt;div&gt;Shake It - Metro Station  (#5 )&lt;div&gt;Its Never Over - Kate Walsh (#4 )&lt;div&gt;Ultraviolet - Stiff Dylans (#1 )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't Tell Me (#10 ) - Avril Lavigne&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's What You Get (#8 )/Decode (#2 ) - Paramore. ( Of course you all already know i &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;adore &lt;/span&gt;Decode. ;) )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Only Fooling Myself - Kate Veogele (#7 )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fall For You - Secondhand Serenade (#3)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Viva La Vida - Coldplay (#9 ) Krish, you should get a kick outta this one.&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/4978437094336620475-5640910416715584849?l=cheesycheeken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesycheeken.blogspot.com/feeds/5640910416715584849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4978437094336620475&amp;postID=5640910416715584849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978437094336620475/posts/default/5640910416715584849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978437094336620475/posts/default/5640910416715584849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesycheeken.blogspot.com/2008/12/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>nikki - maxfy.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11353032665153642409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRLqGFIF-uI/AAAAAAAAAJg/H0WR1AIB_3M/s1600-R/1_160171448l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4978437094336620475.post-8122843714803679382</id><published>2008-12-15T08:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T08:05:51.669-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG I'M THIRTEEN&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gasp&lt;br /&gt;gasp&lt;br /&gt;gasp&lt;br /&gt;gasp&lt;br /&gt;breathe&lt;br /&gt;breathe&lt;br /&gt;heave&lt;br /&gt;heave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CONS OF BEING 13 :&lt;br /&gt;no more child discounts&lt;br /&gt;no more acting cute and getting away with it&lt;br /&gt;cant pretend to be 12 and eat cheaper at seoul garden.&lt;br /&gt;escape theme park charge is more expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PROS OF BEING 13:&lt;br /&gt;able to watch PG-13 without a guilty conscience. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTHING ELSE THOUGH.&lt;br /&gt;WAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAYBYE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4978437094336620475-8122843714803679382?l=cheesycheeken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesycheeken.blogspot.com/feeds/8122843714803679382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4978437094336620475&amp;postID=8122843714803679382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978437094336620475/posts/default/8122843714803679382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978437094336620475/posts/default/8122843714803679382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesycheeken.blogspot.com/2008/12/omg-im-thirteen-ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.html' title=''/><author><name>nikki - maxfy.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11353032665153642409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRLqGFIF-uI/AAAAAAAAAJg/H0WR1AIB_3M/s1600-R/1_160171448l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4978437094336620475.post-7633424043161612052</id><published>2008-12-15T07:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T07:49:47.465-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AAAAAAAAH THIRTEEN MINUTES TO BEING THIRTEEN.&lt;br /&gt;I'M PANICKING PANICKING PANICKING PANICKING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 MINUTES.&lt;br /&gt;HOLY SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4978437094336620475-7633424043161612052?l=cheesycheeken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesycheeken.blogspot.com/feeds/7633424043161612052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4978437094336620475&amp;postID=7633424043161612052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978437094336620475/posts/default/7633424043161612052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978437094336620475/posts/default/7633424043161612052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesycheeken.blogspot.com/2008/12/aaaaaaaah-thirteen-minutes-to-being.html' title=''/><author><name>nikki - maxfy.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11353032665153642409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRLqGFIF-uI/AAAAAAAAAJg/H0WR1AIB_3M/s1600-R/1_160171448l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4978437094336620475.post-3288811625811621542</id><published>2008-12-15T00:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T00:31:23.812-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>KEE-N-DU-H &lt;div&gt;TCH-AW-KE-LETTE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Kinder chocolate)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Best chocolate in the world, besides Cadbury and Guylian. HAHA! Was talking to Anisha just now about chocolates, anyway, and both of us love seashell chocolates! Yay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But enough of the sweet stuff, i'll get a cavity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've taken a liking to blockquotes. Example:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Hi. Bennett is a blockhead. So i'm saying this in a blockquote. HAHA."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I'm so hilarious. I don't know how i do it! :D But never mind. Yesterday I just bought this new brand of 'moisturising &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cocktail' - Liese. &lt;/span&gt;Its this kind of moisturising lathering lotion you put on your hair and make it smell like a jungle of fruits. T_T. But the moisturising part is actually effective - unlike all the other fake hair products - so i'm quite happy with it. Although my favourite part of using it is when you have to shake it, hoohoo~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BRIGHT LIGHTS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The only part of the new year i'm looking forward to is the FIREWORKS! Fireworks are sexy explosions. Just like how Christie is in a dress. HOOHOO~ My favourite ones are the 'gold showers', the ones which, well, shower gold. There's no other phrase for it. HOOHOO~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As you &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;might&lt;/span&gt; have noticed, my favourite phrase is HOOHOO~. Yeah. Its smexi and reminds me of owls. Owls are smexi. They have pretty feathers, and make nice kites. HOOHOO~ Well! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Christmas parties are around the corner - pearl's and mccoy's, anyway - and both are two days apart. What do you do at christmas parties anyway? Exchange gifts, yeah, so its like Caucasian version of Chinese New Year but celebrating Christ. Gees thats alot of letter C's. Anyway, we'll all happily eat log cake and brownies and eat turkey. Wait, turkeys are for Thanksgiving. Oh swell. We'll go catch one in Turkey then. There's bound to be turkeys in Turkey, right?!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Turkey imported from Maine-aine-aine-"&lt;/span&gt; - Sharpay, in HSM2: Fabulous!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On second thought, we'll go to Maine. YAY.  So THATS what you do at christmas parties. You go to Maine. HOW COOL IZZAT. I'LL GO TO XMAS PARTIES EVEN MORE OFTEN NOW, HOOHOO~  Wow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NAH, just kidding. I'm not that much of a block head as... ( hint hint , refer to above ). BWAHAHAHAH. Spite rules~ The word spite reminds me of sprite. So maybe the guy who invented Sprite did it out of spite so its actually made out of SPIT?! GROSS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spit-Spite-Sprite-? (SpriteWHAT?!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WhatEVER will be next?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nah i shall stop with this crappy post now. BYE.&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/4978437094336620475-3288811625811621542?l=cheesycheeken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesycheeken.blogspot.com/feeds/3288811625811621542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4978437094336620475&amp;postID=3288811625811621542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978437094336620475/posts/default/3288811625811621542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978437094336620475/posts/default/3288811625811621542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesycheeken.blogspot.com/2008/12/kee-n-du-h-tch-aw-ke-lette-kinder.html' title=''/><author><name>nikki - maxfy.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11353032665153642409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRLqGFIF-uI/AAAAAAAAAJg/H0WR1AIB_3M/s1600-R/1_160171448l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4978437094336620475.post-2917499063923266844</id><published>2008-12-13T04:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T05:32:53.364-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ahhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;I like silky terriers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And aquamarine boxers with orange ribbons. Hoohooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And black dwarf rabbits.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;they're so adorable! So small =X&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The fire you ignited&lt;br /&gt;Good, bad and undecided&lt;br /&gt;Burns when I step beside it&lt;br /&gt;Your light is ultraviolet&lt;br /&gt;Visions so insane&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Travel unraveling through my brain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cold when I am denied it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Your light is ultraviolet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                                - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ultraviolet, Stiff Dylans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ahh, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;nice lyrics and nice song.&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to write a song too, its called War. I've only finished the beginning verses and chorus though, but i love the piano accompaniment. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I'm staring out&lt;br /&gt;Into the dark&lt;br /&gt;looking for a light&lt;br /&gt;I'm frozen&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting for a&lt;br /&gt;miracle&lt;br /&gt;(chorus)&lt;br /&gt;And now&lt;br /&gt;I cry as I see&lt;br /&gt;bloodshed before my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;And now&lt;br /&gt;Homes crumble and&lt;br /&gt;Hope is shattered like glass&lt;br /&gt;(it's) War&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                               - Nikki.C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It's a slow song, with repetitive appregios on the piano. Ah, when school starts i'll play it :D&lt;br /&gt;Well, i only started thinking about these kinda songs when I saw Anne Frank's diary in Malaysia in Popular. Yay me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone have a reliable song downloader? Like Mediafire? Cause limewire sucks. They say its the song but when you download it the format's all screwed and its not even the song, its probably Barney or something. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;xoxo Nikki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4978437094336620475-2917499063923266844?l=cheesycheeken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesycheeken.blogspot.com/feeds/2917499063923266844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4978437094336620475&amp;postID=2917499063923266844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978437094336620475/posts/default/2917499063923266844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978437094336620475/posts/default/2917499063923266844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesycheeken.blogspot.com/2008/12/ahhhhhh.html' title=''/><author><name>nikki - maxfy.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11353032665153642409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRLqGFIF-uI/AAAAAAAAAJg/H0WR1AIB_3M/s1600-R/1_160171448l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4978437094336620475.post-6413155491955220233</id><published>2008-12-13T01:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T02:34:20.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLO!!!&lt;br /&gt;Malaysia was supremely fun :D Of course i did miss you guys ; but i was also stuffing myself with kari mee. HAHAH! Damn the pig blood's good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I shall update my very dead blog. hoo. ( about the trip, duh. )&lt;br /&gt;But gimme a sec, i shall wait for 2 hours for the effing pictures to load! yay me! ( it takes 5 - 10 minutes to upload 4 pictures on my computer, i don't know why. And i have... 53 nice ones to put up. yay me. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to the pass the time, i shall rant about Christmas presents!&lt;br /&gt;I still haven't bought them, better get them on Sunday.. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Lets see, who should i buy for?&lt;br /&gt;Anisha, Justine, Christie, Bennett, Yuru, Krish, Xinwei. Yeah thats about it, no?&lt;br /&gt;Well, seeing as Ramsay's already in ITALIA, DAMN YOU, i could have bought you another sword.  But i still have no idea what to buy for you guys T_T damn! I shall decide now. No matter that you know what your presents are, you're gonna know anyway, so what the heck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anisha, i shall get you a pet fish. Wait no, a toy fish. You'd probably kill the pet fish. HAHAHA! With your SUPER RAY EYES and SALLYNESS... Yeah its probable. HAHA. Maybe i shall get you a huge stuffed whale or something. Nah, i think seals are cuter. But whales are sexy. Damn i'll just see which one's huger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justine, I won't get you food. thats definitely true. HAHA! Maybe i'll get you a dozen scrunchies and make a scrunchie collection.. Or i'll make a shell bracelet from the shells i collected from malaysia. Yay! That'd be pretty :D:D Like you ahhaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christie! I think i know what i'll getcha, since you've already told me. I'll get you 10,000 or 20,000 @cash :D You'll use it more wisely then i will, anyway. I can't use cash until XW comes back. =.= GO AND LOOK PRO!! Yes, then you'll go own all the other clerics in maple. HOO! And, i'll get you.. A pretty tunic, if i can find it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BENNETT, MY MAN! HAHAHAHAH. Maybe i'll get you a Banana. Or a monkey. :D Monkey sounds good. But it'd probably wreck your house, so heck no. WAIT, thats good if it wrecks your house. But where the hell am i supposed to get a monkey. HAHAH. So maybe i'll get you... a glove or a cap! Or something that says Pure. Oh god thats gonna be hard to find, but heck! Its XMAS! FOR SANTA! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuru, you tall tall giraffe. Maybe i'll get you a giraffe! HAHAH! Or some writing materials to help you with your story :D:D  That's a good idea, actually! YEAH! Then you'd not be bored during those IS sessions. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA. Yes. That's a good idea. I'm so proud of myself ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xinwei. AAAAAHAHAHAH. I know you don't read my blog, so this will be fun. MUAHAHA~ I would love to get you those basketball shoes you said you wanted, but they're damn ex. Maybe for your birthday - then all of us chip in. HAHA! THEN YOU WON'T NEED TO GO TO DAMN AMERICA. SO! Its pretty obvious you like chocolate, so i'll just get a huge box. WAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there anyone i've left out? i don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;Damn, the presents will probably cost a bomb, BUT WHO CARES.&lt;br /&gt;List:&lt;br /&gt;Stuffed Whale - 15.95, at most.&lt;br /&gt;Scrunchies (5) - 15 at most!&lt;br /&gt;10,000 ACash - 10.70&lt;br /&gt;Pure - 11.95 shirt. HAHA. or cap. or glove. no idea.&lt;br /&gt;Writing materials - 11.95 for book and 1.95 for the pen.&lt;br /&gt;Chocolates - hmm. The good ones will probably be 10 bucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thats.. damn!!!&lt;br /&gt;60++ bucks. Never mind. Its all for a good cause :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND..&lt;br /&gt;The pictures are still not uploaded. ZZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I shall rant on about my eating habits.&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays, I feel hungry, but then when I start eating the food I suddenly lose my appetite. So technically, i feel hungry all the time but then when i eat i don't feel hungry anymore. Its like my body &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;repels&lt;/span&gt; food. Damn! THATS NOT GOOD. I LOVE FOOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of food, I have formed a clan - SweetTasteBuds! Its for people who have, well, Sweettastebuds. HAHAH! So just tag me if you want to join it. There's a few divisions.&lt;br /&gt;- Candy&lt;br /&gt;- Chocolate&lt;br /&gt;- Gum&lt;br /&gt;- Gummies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOO! So if I join the chocolate division i'd be like. NikkiC2. HAHA! Thats like my nickname and my surname with the number two.&lt;br /&gt;HOW ABOUT, we take a guy named Joe. He likes chocolate and gummies. So he'd be&lt;br /&gt;JoeC2G2! HHAAH That sounds so cute if you read it out loud. (Joseetoogeetoo!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it, i'm damn lazy to put up the pictures and i'm too busy downloading music. SO THE HECK WIH MALAYSIA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE!&lt;br /&gt;Hoohoo.&lt;br /&gt;Secondhand Serenade~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4978437094336620475-6413155491955220233?l=cheesycheeken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesycheeken.blogspot.com/feeds/6413155491955220233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4978437094336620475&amp;postID=6413155491955220233' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978437094336620475/posts/default/6413155491955220233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978437094336620475/posts/default/6413155491955220233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesycheeken.blogspot.com/2008/12/hello-malaysia-was-supremely-fun-d-of.html' title=''/><author><name>nikki - maxfy.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11353032665153642409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRLqGFIF-uI/AAAAAAAAAJg/H0WR1AIB_3M/s1600-R/1_160171448l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4978437094336620475.post-8739938271665004522</id><published>2008-12-06T06:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T06:44:42.179-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As ya'll can see, I've changed my blogskin.&lt;br /&gt;I've always been fascinated by these kinda skins, so i've decided to try it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I particularly like the stickie in front :D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i'm leaving for M'sia at night tomorrow, so please don't sms me, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Old friend, i'll find out who you are!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEEYA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4978437094336620475-8739938271665004522?l=cheesycheeken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesycheeken.blogspot.com/feeds/8739938271665004522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4978437094336620475&amp;postID=8739938271665004522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978437094336620475/posts/default/8739938271665004522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978437094336620475/posts/default/8739938271665004522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesycheeken.blogspot.com/2008/12/as-yall-can-see-ive-changed-my-blogskin.html' title=''/><author><name>nikki - maxfy.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11353032665153642409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRLqGFIF-uI/AAAAAAAAAJg/H0WR1AIB_3M/s1600-R/1_160171448l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4978437094336620475.post-3726714734910914065</id><published>2008-12-05T03:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T05:50:05.301-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quizzes.</title><content type='html'>YAY! We officially have another Parry gathering on the 20th, four days after my birthday. HEHE!&lt;br /&gt;I have just realised I've missed them alot..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY NEW LINE IS :&lt;br /&gt;'Change is the only constant, but what is the constant within change? '&lt;br /&gt;Ponder that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHHAHA It doesn't make much sense.. But yeah then again i'm Nikki Chin. HOOHOO!&lt;br /&gt;ZOMG I've fallen in love with the song Ultraviolet I first saw on Justine's blog. T_T I've never stopped listening to it ever since i found it bwaghahhahadongdipah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, to carry on Christie's 'tradition' :P ( BTW, its a random-16-facts-about-yourself-thing. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  I think that perfect things, round circles in a small place, etc - are annoying and irritating. It makes me want to punch it. I don't like smooth snow, or chalk, either. Imperfect is always best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I wish I had the powers to control nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I kinda like the feeling of squelching mud under my feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I really need a new pair of black sneakers/ croc slippers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I like poetry that can only be understood through 500 hours of pondering and prodding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I've recently taken liking to Japanese things - food, language, music, and drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;think&lt;/span&gt; i like my cursive handwriting. Its irregular, but when it IS regular its kinda nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I love furry dogs. Toy Poodles are best!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. My phone is 27mm thick. *(Random fact, no?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I've come to like low voices, husky ones. :D It makes me feel nice, i don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Hugs are sweet-smelling things you can do to make someone feel better - when I'm hugged I feel special. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. I hope I move to the red line soon!! Woodlands/yishun/Admiralty/Ang Mo Kio, HERE I COME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. I don't like the idea of being 14. It sounds so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. I've trained myself not to show feelings. Sometimes I burst and it comes out in waves. But most of the time, i've learned that showing my feelings (mostly at home ) = spanking/verbal abuse from sister. So yeah, i'm not heartless. I'm just scared of what'll happen if i DO show my feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. I like dark chocolate. Its so rich and yet mellow, bitter and yet sweet. I love things that are like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. I really need to shop for clothes. Just like Christie. Malaysia's coming this Sunday, anyway. SO (NECESSARY) SHOPPING, HERE I COME! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The 16 wonderful people I chose to carry on this tradition:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Me.&lt;br /&gt;2. My pet tortoise.&lt;br /&gt;3. My mother.&lt;br /&gt;4. My pillow.&lt;br /&gt;5. Mr Teo.&lt;br /&gt;6. Milk cartons.&lt;br /&gt;7. Sentosa's manager.&lt;br /&gt;8. My great grand-uncle.&lt;br /&gt;9. A guy from New Zealand named Tom, heck.&lt;br /&gt;10. Hmm. Gordon Ramsay.&lt;br /&gt;11. Kenny sia AHHAHA. ( FAT CHANCE, HEY!!! )&lt;br /&gt;12. Donald Duck.&lt;br /&gt;13. Singtel's manager.&lt;br /&gt;14. My granddaughter in 9817492038749120374109238471093478 years.&lt;br /&gt;15. My future, um, beau HAHAHAHA. Tom Cruise, maybe?! BWAHAHHA.&lt;br /&gt;16. Tyra Banks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4978437094336620475-3726714734910914065?l=cheesycheeken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesycheeken.blogspot.com/feeds/3726714734910914065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4978437094336620475&amp;postID=3726714734910914065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978437094336620475/posts/default/3726714734910914065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978437094336620475/posts/default/3726714734910914065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesycheeken.blogspot.com/2008/12/quizzes.html' title='Quizzes.'/><author><name>nikki - maxfy.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11353032665153642409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRLqGFIF-uI/AAAAAAAAAJg/H0WR1AIB_3M/s1600-R/1_160171448l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4978437094336620475.post-7266629617088566255</id><published>2008-12-03T23:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T01:32:14.714-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay.</title><content type='html'>Hahahahaha. I finally managed to find the RIGHT Decode from Paramore for my blog song :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, yesterday's gathering was more than I could ask for, it was SUPER FUN :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm, i woke up at 8 a.m. and started throwing stuff in my bag T_T my mum told me it'd take at least an hour to get to harbourfront ( everyone in Parry lives on the purple line, BOO THEM! ) so yeah i'd have to leave before 9. So I practically ran out of the house without thinking twice that i'd need an extra set of clothing.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was the only one who brought 'supplies' for the party, so i had to bring my huge white volcom bag, so my arm was ALMOST broken when I reached the mrt. I was the only one on time ( It took me 40 minutes to reach, dammit mum! ). The rest were like late by half an hour.  When the girls came NO ONE wanted to help me with my badminton racket, except for some kind souls D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;( Nicole Lee, Jolina, Charlene Kiew, Yun Rong, Marianne and Sim Hui )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then the guys came in one whole big group and so they started walking first -.- leaving us behind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;( Howard, Nigel, Eugene, Shonit, Vernon and Jun Yao )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My, they all have changed &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;quite&lt;/span&gt; a bit! Nicole's the same to me, of course, Jolina had rebonded her hair, Charlene chopped off her long hair for bangs, Yun Rong layered her hair, Marianne grew her hair long.. Sim hui didn't change much, actually, she just grew taller. LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As for the guys, Howard looked the same to me as always, Nigel didn't grow much either HAHA, Eugene got tanner and taller, Shonit looks better with his new hairstyle, Vernon looks the same ( AHHAHAH SCREW YOU YOU MONKEY ) and Jun Yao I don't think I never knew him - he was probably in 4R.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;( AND THOSE OF THE GUYS WHO ARE READING THIS, YOU'D BETTER PRAY FOR HOWARD CAUSE I KNOW HE'S THE ONE WHO GAVE YOU MY URL!!!!! SCREW IT. )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yeah we finally reached Sentosa and we were like, omgwtffbbq where to put our stuff down, so we hogged this palm tree with my FABULOUS picnic mat. Then the guys went off to play soccer with this random coconut =.= and us girls started playing with water guns. Soon after the girls went off to buy food from 7/11 ( the guys claimed to not be hungry ) and me and Charlene went off to buy a volleyball. ( $23 ). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we came back ( ME WITH MY FANTASTIC COCA COLA SLURPEE ) we girls found out that the guys.. Had stripped and were now half naked =.= They were swimming and all, so yeah we just drank and ate potato chips ( with the exception of me, the metal mouth ). Then I went off to change into my swimming things and then we went to play. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Swim, swim, swim, swim, nothing interesting about that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The sand's really smooth though, the water's also quite clear... The view from after the rocks on the 'rock shore' we were near to was breathtaking :) But if not, spoiled by this giant iguana/lizard/komodo dragon ( i have no idea which ) which I saw and screamed at. HAHAHAHAHHAHAH. Im' proud to say that i DID get my injury of the day there, i think i poked my leg on the rock or something. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we started burying Shonit in the sand, and gave him boobs. AHHAHAHA! It was freaking funny, then after that Shonit was like ' zomg there's sand in my eye GET IT OUT GET IT OUT!!!!!' so I ran for my towel and then Eugene took it and started dabbing at his face like a mother O_O. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, swim, swim, then we started playing Crocodile, and then a violent game of Dog and Bone ( with guys clashing and wrestling and jumping on each other, and slamming into the girls LOL. ), finally, volleyball. Eugene's serve is death, but not as deathly as bennett's :D WAHAHHA, I BET YOU FEEL SO PROUD NOW BENNETT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm, we pretty much finished up after that, so we went to Vivo..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nicole and Jolina wanted to eat at Marche so we all tagged along, with Vernon and Howard and Eugene swearing because Marche was expensive as hell ( they actually wanted to go to Kopitiam, but i heard one of the guys &lt;eugene,&gt; saying ' OI, don't complain la, you don't get to go out with girls everyday hor. ' LOLOLOL ). THEN DURGA CAME!!! yay. Everyone was like either sharing food or treasuring every bite, and sharing drinks, etc.. But then...&lt;/eugene,&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eugene was like the only one who was wolfing down his pizza ( all the guys bought pizza, as well as Charlene. It was 6 bucks, for three slices T_T ) and then he bought this 5++ smoothie, then he bought another $3 chocolate brownie =.= Apparently he was 'hungry'. It was agony, watching him eat chocolate!!!! T_T ( I was sitting across him, lol. )The guys were like, all staring. Vernon, on the other hand, was like, eating with so much 'passion' that all the cheese on his pizza were like stringing from the pizza to his mouth and his mouth was all bulging. HAHAHAA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They're all in pretty good schools now, and yeah that was the topic of the thang throughout the whole meal. So the guys went to the Arcade, and us girls tagged along. Soon after the OTHER girls besides me and Durga went off shopping, but you guys know better that I pretty much don't like shopping unless its necessary. Lol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So me and Durga decided that no matter what, we'd watch a movie, so the guys decided to come along with us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We ended up watching Four Christmases, a rather sick and vulgar, but FUNNY movie, for seven dollars and fifty cents.. Shonit actually thought it was Wild Child but then he realised it wasn't five minutes before the ending. What an idiot. HAHAHAHA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we went out of the movie pretty tired and all, and the Leland called saying he'd be meeting us. Wtffbbqsonofabitch. Sorry! So yeah we went down to Candy Empire, Charlene leading us in circles when I insisted we should turn right, but yeah .. The guys from Montfort ( Eugene, Shonit and Leland, i think ) looked more different from the others. I get it now when Howard says MontFort ( I DONT KNOW HOW TO SPELL IT, KAY T_T ) screws you. Kinda harsh, though, screw!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I went back first as everyone else was like living on the purple line.. AND I EFFING LIVE IN TAMPINES T_T How far is that!!! So yeah, Nicole and Jolina and Howard and I were thinking of getting another gathering to come soon, but one that happens on my b'day.. I really hope they don't give presents as I'd feel guilty as hell. LOL. And also, because Howard's going away on the 16th, i might have to move it to the 15th, which is probably the day I come back from M'sia. Shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, i'll be leaving for Malaysia on Sunday, so HAPPY HOLIDAYS UNTIL I COME BACK AND THE NIKKI SPIRIT WILL STILL HAUNT YOU BWAHAHHAHAHAA. * Evil demonic laugh in background, shadows, lightning strikes and thunderstorm starts*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Sweet smile, weather is fine again. *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BYE!&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/4978437094336620475-7266629617088566255?l=cheesycheeken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesycheeken.blogspot.com/feeds/7266629617088566255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4978437094336620475&amp;postID=7266629617088566255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978437094336620475/posts/default/7266629617088566255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978437094336620475/posts/default/7266629617088566255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesycheeken.blogspot.com/2008/12/yay.html' title='Yay.'/><author><name>nikki - maxfy.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11353032665153642409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRLqGFIF-uI/AAAAAAAAAJg/H0WR1AIB_3M/s1600-R/1_160171448l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4978437094336620475.post-8311754059005033837</id><published>2008-12-02T03:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T04:07:10.064-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;This quiz seems like a funny one.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks chr :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Guys on your mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So- who are they?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.: Krish&lt;br /&gt;2.: Ramsay&lt;br /&gt;3.: Bennett&lt;br /&gt;4.: YuRu&lt;br /&gt;5.: McCoy&lt;br /&gt;6.: Nigel&lt;br /&gt;7.: Xinwei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Numba One&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When did you meet him?: 21st December last year, during registration.&lt;br /&gt;What do you like about this guy?: WAHAHAH. His cuteness.&lt;br /&gt;Do you like him as more than a friend?: Uh. Brotherly love..?&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever liked him?: NO.&lt;br /&gt;Are you two together?: No.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been?: NONONO.&lt;br /&gt;Does your family know him?: My mum does.&lt;br /&gt;Has he ever told you I love you?: Yes, but it'll be like ' ZOMG NIKKI I LOVE YOU CAUSE YOU GAVE ME ONE DOLLAR' etc.&lt;br /&gt;Is he on your top friends on myspace?: I don't use myspace, at all.&lt;br /&gt;Do you know where he lives?: Yeah. I think.&lt;br /&gt;When's the last time you talked to him?: A lonnnggg time ago. I think Nov 19.&lt;br /&gt;What did you talk about?: His birthday :D&lt;br /&gt;Does he like you?: um. As a friend, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;When's the next time you'll talk to him?: Probably on Christmas Day or my Bday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Guy numero two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So- how do you know him?: Through Krish.&lt;br /&gt;Is he taller than you?: WAY taller.&lt;br /&gt;What do you guys like to do together?: Hmm. I would say kicking his ass and he'll be screaming 'ow, stop it nikki!'&lt;br /&gt;Do you like him?: As a brother.&lt;br /&gt;How often do you see him?: Last time, everyday.. But from next year onwards.. never.&lt;br /&gt;Does he like you?: As a friend, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;Is he taken?: Would liking each other count?&lt;br /&gt;By you?: No.&lt;br /&gt;How long have you known him?: For almost a year.&lt;br /&gt;Would he stick up for you in a fight?: Probably, he did last time.&lt;br /&gt;Would you ever go out with him?: As friends, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;What's your favorite memory with him?: Hmm, of him being ghey with Krish.&lt;br /&gt;Can you tell him everything?: Probably, but i'd edit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Whoopee! Number Three!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is he your best friend?: One of.&lt;br /&gt;Does he ever get on your nerves?: HAHAHAHAHA. MAYBE?!?!? BWAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;What's the longest amount of time you've spent together?: Quite a couple of hours at a time, i think.&lt;br /&gt;When did you last talk to him?: Last night on Maple.&lt;br /&gt;Has he ever called you?: Yep.&lt;br /&gt;Are you guys dating?: No.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever dated?: No.&lt;br /&gt;Is he hott?: HAHHAHAHAHHAHAHA - I SHALL NOT ANSWER BWAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;When did you meet him?: Music stuffs. I think it was Music History.&lt;br /&gt;What's your favorite thing about him?: He's hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;Does he know your friends?: Of course.&lt;br /&gt;Has he ever hinted he likes you?: NO. HE DOESN'T!&lt;br /&gt;Would you die for this person?: Um... If i needed to, I guess?!&lt;br /&gt;Does he share the same religion as you?: Um, no.&lt;br /&gt;Would you ever marry him?: EH. No.&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any pictures of him on your myspace?: On friendster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Four&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long have you known him?: About the same as I've known Bennett.&lt;br /&gt;Is he friends with you on myspace: No myspace, please.&lt;br /&gt;What's your favorite thing about him?: He's a pretty good listener.&lt;br /&gt;Does he live near you?: No. Seriously far!&lt;br /&gt;Would you ever go out with him?: As friends, yes.&lt;br /&gt;Does he like you?: No.&lt;br /&gt;How often do you talk?: MSN. When he's online.&lt;br /&gt;Would you die for him?: If it was necessary.&lt;br /&gt;Is he good looking?: If he takes off his glasses.&lt;br /&gt;What does he like to do for fun?: Breakdancing.&lt;br /&gt;If he moved away, would he ever visit you?: ?! Moved away where?&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever kissed? Would you?: No and NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Does he respect you?: I would have completely no idea.&lt;br /&gt;When did you last see him?:  About two weeks ago?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Number FIVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is he your best friend?: One of.&lt;br /&gt;Is he good looking?: Um. Quite..?&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever dated?: Nope.&lt;br /&gt;Do you like him?: As a friend, yes.&lt;br /&gt;Does he like you?: As a friend, yes.&lt;br /&gt;is he a total sweetheart?: NO!!!&lt;br /&gt;Has he ever called you?: Yep. To ask about his Gundam Seed video =.=&lt;br /&gt;Are you on his top friends?: No idea.&lt;br /&gt;Does he live near you?: SUPPPERRRR FAAARRRRRRRR!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;What's your favorite thing about him?: Hmm. He can talk alot at a time.&lt;br /&gt;Would you do anything for him?: ? To go out?! NO.&lt;br /&gt;What's your least favorite thing about him?: T_T I wouldn't say, its rude.&lt;br /&gt;Would he be there if you needed him?: Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;When will you see him next?: Supposedly Thursday if i get to go out, but probably not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Number Six&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is he the most awesome guy in the world?: Eh? Awesome, but not awesomest. :D&lt;br /&gt;What kind of things do you guys do together?: Talk, I guess?&lt;br /&gt;Has he ever called you?: Nope. We just got in touch about a week ago.&lt;br /&gt;Does he like you?: No idea.&lt;br /&gt;Do you like him?: No idea.&lt;br /&gt;Where did he meet you?: In school.&lt;br /&gt;Would you ever go out with him?: Hmm. I still think i'm a bit young.&lt;br /&gt;Has he ever tried to hook up with you?: T_T Yes.&lt;br /&gt;What's your least favorite thing about him?: He takes awhile to respond during MSN. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Has he ever invited you somewhere?: Yeap.&lt;br /&gt;Has he asked you out?: Yep.&lt;br /&gt;What do your friends think about him?:Um.. They haven't met him yet.&lt;br /&gt;Is he smart?: Quite, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lucky Number 7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did you meet?: Music History.&lt;br /&gt;Are you going out?: No.&lt;br /&gt;Is he attractive?: ?!?! WHAZZA TYPE OF  QUESTION IZZIS?&lt;br /&gt;What's the longest period of time you've spent together?: Uh.. Arts fest rehearsals, I think.&lt;br /&gt;Is he taller than you?: A bit.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever gotten in a fight?: Of course. A pretty bad one, at that.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever liked him?: EH?!?!?!?! wtf?!&lt;br /&gt;How long have you known him for?: Almost a year.&lt;br /&gt;If he was sick, would you visit him?: If its the flu, no. He lives too effing far away!!&lt;br /&gt;Does he know your family?: Um... No? I think he's seen my sister though, at arts fest. Probably everyone I know did.&lt;br /&gt;Do you know his?: Nope.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been to his house?: Nope.&lt;br /&gt;What kind of things do you do together?: Everything friends do, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;When's the last time you saw him?: Hmm, at some random concert which I've already forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;Would you ever kiss him?: I don't think there'll be a need to.&lt;br /&gt;Is he on your myspace?: no myspace, grr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now, let's wrap it up with a few more questions....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who makes you laugh the most?: Bennett.&lt;br /&gt;Who bugs you the most?: HAHHAHAHAHAHAHAH. BENNETT.&lt;br /&gt;Who do you talk to the most?: =.= Bennett. ZOMG.&lt;br /&gt;Who do you see the most?: ZOMG BENNETT AGAIN THIS IS JUST SO WRONG&lt;br /&gt;Who do you miss the most right now?: Hmm. I wouldn't say, i miss all of them.&lt;br /&gt;Who did you last see?: Hmm. Bennett/McCoy.&lt;br /&gt;Who have you not seen longest?: Nigel. ( 5 years )&lt;br /&gt;Who lives farthest?: Either McCoy or Xinwei, i have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;Who lives closest: Bennnett.&lt;br /&gt;Who would you kiss?: ..................&lt;br /&gt;Who would you go out with?: ................. Never mind.&lt;br /&gt;Who have you already gone out with?: All of them. AS FRIENDS - ON AN OUTING.&lt;br /&gt;Who's tallest?: Yu Ru or Ramsay, I don't know which.&lt;br /&gt;Who's shortest?: I have no idea whether Nigel has grown :P BWAHAHHA SORRY!&lt;br /&gt;Who's youngest?: Hmmm.... Krish.&lt;br /&gt;Who's oldest?: I think Xinwei.&lt;br /&gt;Who would you trust with your life?: Uh. my life?! Big question!!!&lt;br /&gt;Who have you known longest?: Nigel.&lt;br /&gt;Who did you most recently meet?: meet? Nigel - after five years.&lt;br /&gt;Who will you next see? Um, Nigel again. gathering tomorrow!!! YAY!&lt;br /&gt;Who loves you most?: I have completely no idea.&lt;br /&gt;Who do you love most?: Most.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disturbing quiz, I feel very uncomfortable now.&lt;br /&gt;BYE :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(P.S. Thanks for all the great feedback on the story, i'm working on it hahahah. )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4978437094336620475-8311754059005033837?l=cheesycheeken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesycheeken.blogspot.com/feeds/8311754059005033837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4978437094336620475&amp;postID=8311754059005033837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978437094336620475/posts/default/8311754059005033837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978437094336620475/posts/default/8311754059005033837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesycheeken.blogspot.com/2008/12/wahahahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>nikki - maxfy.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11353032665153642409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRLqGFIF-uI/AAAAAAAAAJg/H0WR1AIB_3M/s1600-R/1_160171448l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4978437094336620475.post-636915920961043485</id><published>2008-11-30T08:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T09:04:35.087-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As a form of update, i'll put up the first few pages i've written in two days for a story i'm writing this holidays. ( Also because my MSN is screwed and i cant send anything. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,sans-serif;"&gt;Twin Jinns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,sans-serif;"&gt;Chapter One - The First Impression&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,sans-serif;"&gt;"Wake up, Ember," a soft, familiar melodious voice mused. I opened my eyes sleepily, only to find myself staring back into those almost identical to my own ; of my twin brother, Edwin. "Its our first day of school in our &lt;i&gt;entire &lt;/i&gt;life," he jittered," and we do &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; want to be late!" I felt the weight on the edge of my bed lift, and then I heard distant footsteps ; followed by the &lt;i&gt;click&lt;/i&gt; of a door closing. I sat up slowly, yawning and stretching. I glanced at the small clock across the bedroom: It was exactly seven a.m. - Edwin had a knack for being punctual. Always.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,sans-serif;"&gt;To be honest, I'm not entirely eager towards the idea of attending a public school. After all, Edwin and I have been home-schooled as far back as my mind could remember - which probably was when Mr John Charan and Mrs Sinistra Charan adopted us . We were just four. However, after moving to Singapore, they decided that attending school with other... Children would be what was best for us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,sans-serif;"&gt;Our family is reasonably wealthy - Dad being a surgeon and Mum an interior designer - and so, until recently, we had lived in Paris. But now, Edwin and I have enrolled into the School of the Arts: I, a visual artist, and Edwin ( being musically inclined ), a pianist. However, its already July, and the first semester had already passed - which, i think, makes us newcomers all the more akward.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,sans-serif;"&gt;Now, as I brushed my hair, I sighed - Millions and millions of questions flashing through my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,sans-serif;"&gt;Would I fit in?&lt;br /&gt;Would we fit in?&lt;br /&gt;What if I didn't do well in school?&lt;br /&gt;What if they found out what I &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; was?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Crack.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,sans-serif;"&gt;I jumped, momentarily distracted. The sound was disturbingly familiar to me - but yet, I couldn't identify what it ;was, and that bothered me. I usually recognised sounds, objects, plants, about almost everything. I'm not boasting ; I'm simply that way. I'm not sure about my physical appearance though. I never knew what our parents looked like, so I've never had someone to compare my features with ( with the exception of Edwin, of course ) . I had pure black, wavy hair that reached just beyond my waist, pure white skin, blood red lips and misty grey eyes. Edwin shared most of my traits - him being my identical twin and all - except for his hair. His was straight and naturally spiky, and yet it seemed to drape around his face and ears, and always seemed to move by itself as if the wind was blowing:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,sans-serif;"&gt;Even if there wasn't any wind at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial,sans-serif;"&gt;I walked down the stairs to the dining hall in my school uniform, and suddenly Edwin was by my side. A new spring seemed to be in his step ; excitement seemed to flow like electricity throughout his whole body. His school uniform wasn't as messy as mine, and he'd taken extra care to comb his hair neatly. If anyone was excited about the prospect of going to school, it wasn't me. I opened the antique door that led to the dining hall. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,sans-serif;"&gt;Our house, i forgot to mention, was a pretty much well designed house. No one would expect nothing else from the family of Sinistra Charan, after all. The only downside was that the house was unnaturally big, and therefore passerbys in the street would just stop and stare for &lt;i&gt;quite&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt; a period of time. It was actually annoying, after a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,sans-serif;"&gt;John was already at the breakfast table, reading the daily newspaper. He'd already placed today's breakfast on the table, which was KoKo Krunch. Its one of my favourite cereals, so I sat down and ate without complaint. Edwin slid into the chair opposite of me silently, and began eating as well. The atmosphere was light, but yet it was thick as cold custard. Dad seemed to sense this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal;"&gt;“ &lt;span style="font-family:Arial,sans-serif;"&gt;Is everything alright, kids? “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal;"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,sans-serif;"&gt;Yes,” me and Edwin replied simultaneously. Dad sighed and put down his newspaper. “I know its only natural that you'd be nervous since its your first day at school, but you don't have to conceal it from me or your mum, you know. At least, tell me whats on your mind.” Me and Edwin looked up, surprised. Out of all the things I expected him to say, this wasn't one of them. “We're not nervous, and we're not concealing anything from you. There's nothing to be nervous about anyway!” I tried to keep my voice light and friendly. Edwin nodded. Both of us looked at John expectantly. “Okay then. “ He let the subject drop, and went back to reading his newspaper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,sans-serif;"&gt;The drive to school was tense and silent. When the white Sedan pulled into the school gateway, it naturally attracted a lot of attention which we didn't need. It didn't help that we were new, either. When Edwin and I emerged, the muttering was unmistakable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;They knew we were coming.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,sans-serif;"&gt;I tried to distract myself, and so I turned to Edwin. “What class are we in, incidentally?”&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,sans-serif;"&gt;Hmm. G3. What an unusual name,” he replied. I agreed, wisps of my hair springing down my forehead as I nodded. And so, we walked into the hall... Not knowing what to expect from the students of this school. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,sans-serif;"&gt;Every eye was trained on us, some looked awed, and some stunned. I really didn't know why they were acting this way. We were just normal kids.. Or kids trying to be normal, anyway.&lt;/span&gt; “&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,sans-serif;"&gt;Where do you think we should sit?” I whispered to Edwin.&lt;/span&gt; “ &lt;span style="font-family:Arial,sans-serif;"&gt;I don't know. How about hazarding a guess?” he whispered back. But just then, a tall and lanky boy was gliding towards us, his features arranged into a hasty smile. “ Hello,” he said cheerfully, “ I'm Xavier. You must be Edwin -” he bowed towards the latter, “ and Ember.” He smiled at me. I looked back, not knowing what to say or do. “ I am in your class, so I'll be showing you your seat allocations, etc, and here are your timetables.” He rummaged into his bad and pulled out two large, white envelopes. Edwin grinned. “ You don't have to be all polite, you know. We're just like you.” &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ha. Ha.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,sans-serif;"&gt;Behind Xavier, a group of girls giggled. I snapped a look at them, eyes narrowed. Their smiles quailed instantly. Xavier burst out laughing. “Don't mind them, anyway. Moving on, first period's Science, and our teacher's Mr Gordon. He's also our form mentor, by the way. For the next few days, i guess i'll be your 'guide.' Come on, I'll show you to our row. “ He turned and walked smoothly away, everyone &lt;i&gt;still&lt;/i&gt; staring. Eustace put an arm around my waist and hugged me, “Don't worry,” he whispered softly, “I'm sure the staring will stop soon.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,sans-serif;"&gt;First period was at eight fifteen, so we had a bit of time to spare before walking to the lab. Edwin and Xavier seemed to be friends already, laughing and sharing jokes with each other. I, on the other hand, preferred to stay alone and read my favourite book – &lt;i&gt;Heartlight.&lt;/i&gt; As we almost reached the lab, Xavier turned around. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,sans-serif;"&gt;'Hey! Say, for lunch, how about we all eat together?” He flashed a dazzling smile at me. I wasn't sure how to react, so i just replied softly, “Sure, I guess,” and I returned to my book. I sincerely hoped that he wasn't offended, but he just laughed it off anyway. “Man, you've &lt;i&gt;got&lt;/i&gt; to learn how to talk to people. I'm sure you're the quiet kind, aren't you?” He cocked his head to one side, staring at me curiously. I blushed. At that point, Edwin decided to butt in. “Of course she is. She's like a tortoise in a sh-” A flying hardcover &lt;i&gt;Heartlight &lt;/i&gt;hurtled towards him. He ducked, chortling. “Fine, maybe not! How about a &lt;i&gt;crab&lt;/i&gt;?” He ran away, breathless with laughter. I couldn't help grinning myself. Me and Xavier walked into the classroom, and as expected, all eyes were on me. Edwin was already by the teacher's table, talking to Mr Gordon. Xavier waved lazily, and sat down two rows from the front. The others filed slowly in, murmuring and whispering in tightly knitted groups – it almost seemed as if they were.. &lt;i&gt;afraid&lt;/i&gt; of me and Edwin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Don't be ridiculous, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;a voice inside my head protested, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;they don't even know you!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,sans-serif;"&gt;Just then, Mr Gordon spoke, interrupting my thoughts. “Class,” he said in a ringing voice,” As you can see, we have two newcomers, Ember and Edwin Charan.” he smiled. “ I am your form teacher, as Xavier probably told you already, for this year. Please feel free to ask me any questions after class, if you're lost.” Edwin smirked. “Ah yes, your seats! Edwin, you can sit with Alexandra here upfront. Ember, you may sit next to Christopher over there. “ He pointed us in the directions of our seats.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,sans-serif;"&gt;I walked in the direction that Mr Gordon had indicated, and was relieved to spot the empty seat of which I would occupy for the months to come. I didn't want to look like a fool and get lost in a &lt;i&gt;science lab.&lt;/i&gt; My partner was a tan, average-looking boy who seemed mesmerised by my very prescence. &lt;i&gt;Great, &lt;/i&gt;I thought, &lt;i&gt; Just what I needed – a guy staring at me throughout Science class. &lt;/i&gt;I slid smoothly into my seat, aware that Christopher was staring at me. I turned and smiled, so as not to be rude. Christopher smiled nervously back, his eyes never leaving my face. I shifted my body, and faced the front, giving Mr Gordon my full and undivided attention. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,sans-serif;"&gt;However, today's topic was Light and its speed, a subject which I studied with my professor back in Paris two years ago. And so, my 'full and undivided attention' slowly waned, and I began twirling my pencil. I felt a sudden pressure on my arm – Christopher was nudging me. I looked up warily, trying my best not to look sleepy. He jerked his head towards the front, where Mr Gordon was staring intently at me. “Your answer, please, Ember?” I blinked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal;"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,sans-serif;"&gt;If the speed of light were to be, in actual fact, 299,792,458 m/s, what is the speed of it if it were to be calculated in km/h? I'm just asking if you knew -”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,sans-serif;"&gt;One trillion, seventy-eight million, two hundred and fifty-one thousand and two hundred, sir,” I interrupted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,sans-serif;"&gt;And how long would it take for, lets say, light to reach the Earth from the Sun?” He pressed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ &lt;span style="font-family:Arial,sans-serif;"&gt;Approximately 0.77 hours, sir.” I replied automatically.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,sans-serif;"&gt;Mr Gordon looked impressed, along with the rest of the class, except for Edwin, of course. He  tried his best not to roll his eyes, but a smirk escaped his impish face. His shoulders were beginning to shake, as if supressing laughter. The girl next to him, Alexendra, seemed fascinated by him, although he didn't notice her one bit. I looked down, blushing.&lt;/span&gt; “&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,sans-serif;"&gt;And so, class, that is why the stars...” Mr Gordon said in a monotone voice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,sans-serif;"&gt;It wasn't long, before I sank back into my lazy stupor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;And thats how much i've written so far, please comment (: As you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;might&lt;/span&gt; have noticed, it's set in SOTA, which would make it more interesting.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;And on a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;completely&lt;/span&gt; different note, i'm grabbing a quiz from joan about how gangster i am :) THANKS JOAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] made out with someone before dating.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] gotten a phone takeaway in class.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] gotten suspended.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] gotten caught chewing gum.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] gotten caught cheating on a test.&lt;br /&gt;[x] arrived late for class more than 5 times.&lt;br /&gt;[x] didn't do homework over 5 times.&lt;br /&gt;[x] turned at least 3 projects late.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] missed school because you just felt like it.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] laughed so loud that you go kicked out of the class. (LOL)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] got your mum, dad, etc to get you out of school.&lt;br /&gt;[x] text people during class.&lt;br /&gt;[x] passed notes.&lt;br /&gt;[x] threw stuffs across the rooms.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] laughed at the teacher.&lt;br /&gt;[x] took pictures during school hours.&lt;br /&gt;[x] called someone during school hours.&lt;br /&gt;[x] listened to ipod, CD, etc during school hours.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] threw something at the teacher.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] went outside the classroom without permission.&lt;br /&gt;[x] broke the dress code.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] failed to go to class for lesson.&lt;br /&gt;[x] ate food during class.&lt;br /&gt;[x] gotten a call from school.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] couldn't go on a field trip cause you behaved badly.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] given the teacher the finger when they weren't looking.&lt;br /&gt;[x] swore during class/school.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] forged your parents signature.&lt;br /&gt;[x] slept in class.&lt;br /&gt;[x] cursed at your teacher. ( under my breath, of course. but you don't need to know WHICH teacher. )&lt;br /&gt;[x] copied homework.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] got in trouble with the principal/ vice principal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall :16&lt;br /&gt;Multiply by 3*&lt;br /&gt;Post as __ % school gangster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48% school gangster. I'm angelic in my own way. BWAHAHHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random quiz. also from joan :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;-START-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;1.What have you been doing recently?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Uh. Finding a good shirt and writing Twin Jinns :D Mapling as well. ( DID I MENTION I GOT HACKED?! XINWEI COME BACK FASTER LA. I NEED MY ACC. using another's I.C. don't make me feel comfortable. )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;2.Do you ever turn your cell phone off?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;3.What happened at 10am today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hmm. I was asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;4.When did you last cry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today, when I was reading New Moon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;5.Believe in fate/destiny?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;6.What do you want in ur life nw?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;A particular someone to STOP telling me that another is NOT getting me german cows for xmas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;7.Do you carry a umbrella when it rains or just put up ur hood?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Umbrella.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;8.Whats your favourite thing to have on my bed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Myself, obviously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;9.What bottoms are you wearing now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Brown lycra shorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;10.Whats the nicest thing in your text inbox?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anisha telling me to get well :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;11.Do you tend to make a relationship complicated?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;12.Are you wearing anything borrowed from anyone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;No. I JUST REMEMBERED. I owe Krish his homework shirt!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;13.What was the last movie you caught?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Twilight with my sister last night. Watched it online - eating oreo cookies in an air-conditioned room in bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;14.What are you proud of?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Everybody around me that does NOT burst out laughing within a 5 metre radius of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;15.What does your oldest text message in your inbox say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;No idea. My LG phone acts rather weirdly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.What was the last song you sang out loud?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Decode.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;17.Do you have any nicknames?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;As if its not obvious enough!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;18.What does your last text message say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;'VERY!" ( Happy ) - Jolina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;19.What time did you go to bed last night?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;1a.m.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;20.Are you currently happy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;21.Who gives u th best advice?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mum. Anisha. Chr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;22.Do you eat whipped cream straight from its can?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;YES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;23.Who did you talk on the phone last night?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anisha, i think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;24.Is something bugging you now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;25.What/who was the last person to make you laugh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Howard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;26.Do you wear toe socks?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;27.Who was the last person you missed a call from?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;My dad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;28.Have you ever had your heart broken?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Uh....?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;29.What annoys you most in a person?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Romit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;30.Do you have a crush on someone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yeppidoodles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;31.Have you ever done cocaine?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;NO. Never will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;32.What is the colour of your room?&lt;br /&gt;White, floral bedsheets and very light creme walls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;33.Would you kill someone you hate for a billion bucks?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;No. They still deserve a life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;34.Do you believe in the saying,’Talk is cheap’?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;No. My phone bill's bust.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;35.Who was the last person to lie in yr bed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA. Chr would love to answer this question if it were a week ago. SHE ALREADY DID. Myself, by the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;36.Who was the last person to hug you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hmm. Chr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;37.Did you see the last person you kissed recently?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;My mum. Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;38.Do you have a life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;DUHH. How would i be typing, yo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;39.Have you ever thought someone died,when they didnt?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;40.What is the reason behind your profile song?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I wanted to put it up, but its the wrong song. Weird, but catchy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;41.Who was the last person you saw in your dreams?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;My old classmate Leland playing the violin to an octopus that was vertically straight. Weird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;42.Last time you smiled?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Just for the previous question's answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;43.Have you changed this year?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Loads, I have metal for a mouth now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;44.What are you listening to right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Decode :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;45.Are you talking to someone while doing this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;46.Do you walk with your eyes closed or open?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Closed when tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;47.Is there a quote you live by?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;48.Do you want someone you can never have?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;never.have....?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;49.Have you ever played an instrument?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Too bored to answer the long list.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;50.What was the worst idea you’ve had this week?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hmmm. Buying arena swimsuits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;51.What were you doing last night at 11pm?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Watching Twilight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;52.Are you happy with your love life right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I. guess? I'm not asking for anything more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;53.What song best describes your love life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Crush - David Archuleta. BWAHAHAA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;54.Does the person know you like him/her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I hope not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;55.Who always makes you laugh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anisha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;56.Do you speak other languages other than english?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yep. Unfortunately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;57.Favourite websites?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Blogger, chr/bennett/yuru's blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;58.Whats your middle name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hmm. I shall invent one. Amber! Nicolette Amber Chin. Nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;60.What do you think you are like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hmmm! I am like.. Uh.. Myself, mostly. I resemble her alot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;61.Who will you choose to die with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;AHAHAHA. Volunteers please?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;62.Where have you been today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tampines mall, Century Square, home, Downtown East, my HDB store.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;63.What game do you play often?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;MAPLE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;64.Who are you missing now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;65.If you had to choose between your friend or your lover which will you choose?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Why would I choose? One of them would die because I don't like them anymore?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;66.What are you doing right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Doing this darn quiz. 34 more questions to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;67.Which primary school are you from?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Parry Primary/CHIJ St.Nicholas Girls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;68.Name 3 colours that you like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;White, Blue, Purple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;69.What emotion do you like to show?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hmm. Randomness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;70What is your life to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;My life. What else?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;71.If you have something bothering you what will you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I would just punch it in the mouth. Nothing ever bothers me much, anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;72.Who did you last chat on msn today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Howard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;73.Who do you admire the most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;74.Which month were you born in?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;December.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;75.How are you feeling right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tired. ( its 1.a.m.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;76.What is the time now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Just answered it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;77.What kind of person do you think of the one who tagged you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Uh. which one?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;78.What colour did you use to dye your hair?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I didn't. But i'm thinking of getting that girly kit which you can change your hair colour by using some brush ( to make it candy pink or blue )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;79.Why are you doing this test?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cause i'm bored, mostly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;80.What do you do when you are moody?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I make out with my pillow, then punch it. Probably SMS either Anisha or Christie :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;81.At which age do you wish to get married?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hmm. It'd be good from 25 onwards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;82.Who is more important to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;More important than?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;83.If today was the last day of your life what would you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I would do kitesurfing with my close friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;84.Who is the person you trust the most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;A&amp;amp;C.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;85.Do you believe in seeing a rainbow after the rain?&lt;br /&gt;YAY! I do! But it doesn't happen often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;86.If you had a dream come true what would it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;To have 100 wishes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;87.What is your goal for this year?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hmm. To buy xmas presents for people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hang on, i've done this quiz before from this point downwards. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE. I'm increasingly getting moody, anyway. Probably cause I haven't had dinner yet :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4978437094336620475-636915920961043485?l=cheesycheeken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesycheeken.blogspot.com/feeds/636915920961043485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4978437094336620475&amp;postID=636915920961043485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978437094336620475/posts/default/636915920961043485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978437094336620475/posts/default/636915920961043485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesycheeken.blogspot.com/2008/11/as-form-of-update-ill-put-up-first-few.html' title=''/><author><name>nikki - maxfy.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11353032665153642409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRLqGFIF-uI/AAAAAAAAAJg/H0WR1AIB_3M/s1600-R/1_160171448l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4978437094336620475.post-8049135568703601085</id><published>2008-11-23T05:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T05:44:22.455-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAAHHA NIKKI NEVER LOG OUT OF BLOGGER</title><content type='html'>Hi I'm Nikki and I eat cheese. I like cheese that looks like the moon. Because I am a Moon Goddess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4978437094336620475-8049135568703601085?l=cheesycheeken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesycheeken.blogspot.com/feeds/8049135568703601085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4978437094336620475&amp;postID=8049135568703601085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978437094336620475/posts/default/8049135568703601085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978437094336620475/posts/default/8049135568703601085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesycheeken.blogspot.com/2008/11/haahha-nikki-never-log-out-of-blogger.html' title='HAAHHA NIKKI NEVER LOG OUT OF BLOGGER'/><author><name>nikki - maxfy.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11353032665153642409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRLqGFIF-uI/AAAAAAAAAJg/H0WR1AIB_3M/s1600-R/1_160171448l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4978437094336620475.post-2513643129467207520</id><published>2008-11-23T03:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T03:15:19.682-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WOOHOOHOOHOOHOO!!! ITS M 111th POST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a lovely number, no? Yao yao yao.&lt;br /&gt;Now I sound like a drunk cat.&lt;br /&gt;OKAY NEVERMIND!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night's dream was pretty weird.&lt;br /&gt;I was dreaming I was doing gym back with my p6 friends ; justina, cecilia, jie ying ( yes, from r5 ), melissa and jessica. We were in Bishan Sports Hall doing our interschool Competition.&lt;br /&gt;Thing is, we were sec 1 and I already forgot my routine. So I went up to the beam and I was like, doing baby and turtle freezes =.= And the judges were eating ice cream cones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a strange sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we were back in St.Nicholas Girls, in our gym hall, AND THEN...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE WERE DOING GYM WITH...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( get ready )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DANIEL RADCLIFFE&lt;br /&gt;RUPERT GRINT&lt;br /&gt;AND&lt;br /&gt;EMMA WATSON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=.= HOW WEIRD IS THAT?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its because the Tales of Beedle the Bard is coming out this 4th December.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway..?&lt;br /&gt;'Ron' was allowing me to take pictures with my phone, while 'Harry' was like, 'Oi, Rupert, lets go do somersaults, ' and then he went off to the trampoline and started doing some weird pirouette. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW WEIRD CAN MY DREAMS GET?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Hermione' was refusing to have her picture taken, so I ended up camwhoring with 'Ron'.&lt;br /&gt;Is this dream supposed to MEAN something...!?!??!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind.&lt;br /&gt;Then I woke up and checked my phone - no pictures of Rupert. HAHAHAHAH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay moving aside that subject, I'm getting my braces tomorrow at 2pm. T_T&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, METALLIC MOUTH HERE I COME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BONBONBONBONBONBON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I forgot one tiny detail - daniel and rupert were wearing formal occasion clothes, like they did in Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire movie, and emma was wearing.. I think, if i'm not wrong, a leotard and her hair in a bun. Rupert was posing like Romit in his ( Romit ) 's blog picture. Pretty... weird. ( disturbing )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY BYE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4978437094336620475-2513643129467207520?l=cheesycheeken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesycheeken.blogspot.com/feeds/2513643129467207520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4978437094336620475&amp;postID=2513643129467207520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978437094336620475/posts/default/2513643129467207520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978437094336620475/posts/default/2513643129467207520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesycheeken.blogspot.com/2008/11/woohoohoohoohoo-its-m-111th-post.html' title=''/><author><name>nikki - maxfy.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11353032665153642409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRLqGFIF-uI/AAAAAAAAAJg/H0WR1AIB_3M/s1600-R/1_160171448l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4978437094336620475.post-2233787636393833537</id><published>2008-11-21T05:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T05:31:37.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my own declared.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LANGUAGE DAY!&lt;br /&gt;therefore I shall make random names ( out of their real ones ) for my friends WAHAHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;( evil grin )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JAPANESE &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anisha - Anishi-kun&lt;br /&gt;Christie - Kira-kun&lt;br /&gt;Justine - Tii-chan&lt;br /&gt;Krish - Keshi-san&lt;br /&gt;Bennett - Nani-san&lt;br /&gt;Xinwei - Wii-chan&lt;br /&gt;Yuru - Ryuu-chan&lt;br /&gt;McCoy - Makoi-kun&lt;br /&gt;Ryan - Rinashi-kun&lt;br /&gt;Alethea - Tisei-chan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry if its not actual jap, BUT WHO CARES?! IT SOUNDS CUTE ANYWAY! MUAHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now how about chinese? I won't bother with the characters.. I'll just put up the meanings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anisha - Oh you're stupid.   ( SORRY!!!!!! IT JUST CAME OUT THAT WAY!!!! )&lt;br /&gt;Christie - Potential strength.   ( YOU THINK SO?? HAHAHAAH! SORRY ! )&lt;br /&gt;Justine - This question. ?!?!  ( she's definitely a questioner. )&lt;br /&gt;Krish - Potential strength master  ( so not true =.= )&lt;br /&gt;Bennett - Stupid, eh?  ( i agree :P )&lt;br /&gt;Xinwei - Already in chinese, but what the heck. Heart/New tail!    (  in other words, monkey. BWAHAHAHAH )&lt;br /&gt;Yuru - A maybe fish     ( O_O )&lt;br /&gt;McCoy - A Brokeback Mountaineer?&lt;br /&gt;Ryan - ....    ( EHH. I can't figure this one out! )&lt;br /&gt;Alethea - WAH! Strength!      ( :D )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE.&lt;br /&gt;(P.S.I know, i'll get sued.)&lt;br /&gt;(P.P.S I'm getting a lawyer ASAP. )&lt;br /&gt;( P.P.P.S. Wait. Lawyers are bossy. =.= )&lt;br /&gt;( P.P.P.P.S. Making P.S.es are fun :D )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4978437094336620475-2233787636393833537?l=cheesycheeken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesycheeken.blogspot.com/feeds/2233787636393833537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4978437094336620475&amp;postID=2233787636393833537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978437094336620475/posts/default/2233787636393833537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978437094336620475/posts/default/2233787636393833537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesycheeken.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-own-declared.html' title=''/><author><name>nikki - maxfy.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11353032665153642409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRLqGFIF-uI/AAAAAAAAAJg/H0WR1AIB_3M/s1600-R/1_160171448l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4978437094336620475.post-5694144277044138591</id><published>2008-11-19T10:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T10:41:28.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>EEEEEEEEP.&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting addicted to maple again. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Christie's fault :P But anyway, v.64's out, so that means TOTAL PIRATE OWNAGE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Problem is, I don't have my OWN account, because ( you know me ) I forgot all my PINs and passwords =.="&lt;br /&gt;So! I'll renew my account with the help of Xinwei! :D Apparently there's a Asiasoft HQ that you can renew your IC.. So yeah when he comes back then he'll bring me there :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then me, chr and him will play Delphinus, pirate job :D&lt;br /&gt;WOOHOOHOOHOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no i'm gonna get seriously addicted again =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway today was pretty fun, too lazy to put up pics yet - AND CHRISTIE, I DID NOT DO ANYTHING WITH HIM WHATSOEVER!!!! ROAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. And chr tagged me to do this quiz ages ago, but i just found out she tagged me HAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[1]What kind of person are you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um. EH? A nikki! NO ONE ELSE! I'm one of a kind :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[2]Have you ever stead with someone before? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EH!??!?! WHAT KIND OF A QUESTION IZZAT?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[3]Have you ever tried smoking? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope. Never will (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[4]Who is your 1st boyfriend? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm. Nigel Goh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[5]Who is your last boyfriend? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh? I think its still Nigel Goh (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[6]What is your greatest wish? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my mum to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[7]If you have a choice, would you want to have a boyfriend? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh? Why would I have a choice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[8]If a hunk woos you, would you accept him? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who cares if he's a hunk. If he's a hunk with bad personality, no way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[9]Do you love your family? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[10]Do you love your friends? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[11]How much do you want for your pocket money? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Per week? Inclusive of EZ-Link I guess it would be about $35? thats for school days. For holidays, $45?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[12]If you only have $1 now, What would you do with it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would buy a CHOCOCONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[13]If your boyfriend wanted to break up with you, would you cry? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depends on the reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[14]What is your favourite song? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Bring me to life - Evanescence, ' ' Play my music - Jonas Brothers ', ' Decode - Paramore'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[15]Who is your favourite singer? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hayley from Paramore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[16]Do you like reading magazines? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO SLUTTY MAGAZINES, NONONONONONO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[18]Do you prefer a guy who is the same age as you or a guy who is older than you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both are fine. If its a relationship, I'd say older in terms of months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[19]Are your grandparents still living on this Earth? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my father's side, only my gmama! On my mother's side, fortunately yes. My Gpapa is 89 this year! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[20]Do you love your grandparents? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. its not like you can have four sets of grandparents!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[21]What kind of movies do you like to watch? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comedy/Action/Adventure/Magic. C:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[22]Have you tried eating raw food? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ew. I hate sashimi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[23]What is your favourite food? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strangely, any kind of food that has herbs or fragrant. C:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[24]What is the name of your first pet? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it was... Tiny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[25]What is your favourite instrument? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harp (: I love piano too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[26]Who is the person that you last called? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anisha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[27]Who is the person you last chatted in msn? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xinwei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[28]Who last tagged your blog, and why did that person tag your blog? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yungchi. She was bored, I guess. ' She came to tag '.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[29]Have you ever tried to dye your hair? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[30]How many piercing holes are there on your both ears?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four. Its on the same spot, but they keep closing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[31]What is your favourite colour? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black, Red, Blue or Purple (:&lt;br /&gt;I dont really have any favourites, hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[32]How many links are there in your blog? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exactly 30. I feel small compared to Christie O_O 214?!?! OMGWTFBBQMARSHMALLOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[33]Who is your last link? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zijun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[34]Who is your 1st link?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ajendra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[35]Who is the middle of your links? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jo-An. From r5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[36]In all the links, who is closest to you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christie. ANISHA DOESNT HAVE A BLOG ROAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[37]In all the links, is there any person who is younger then you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mm. Ajendra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[38]In all the links, is there any person who is older than 20 years old? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[39]In all the links, is there any person who is the same age as you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By year, yeah. LOADS. But by month, nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[40]How many links do you want to have? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MORE. :D It'd be nice to have the whole school's links!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[41]If your best friend betrayed you, what will you do? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would be disappointed with her/him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[42]Have you ever fallen in love with food? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the appealingness of the. Well. food. BUT YEAH. I pretty much love food all the time (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[43]When will you feel sad? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I feel alone or betrayed by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[44]Have you ever regretted doing some things? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[45]What is your ambition? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is to jump off a mountain. NO, OF COURSE. I would like to be a teacher (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[46]Do you like guys who are romantic? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep. Not mushymushy, but sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[47]In what situation will you feel that you are unloved? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When... I... Uh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[48]Have you ever failed doing something? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAH ALL THE TIME DUDE, ITS LIKE ' OMG I DONT WANT TO GET INJURED TODAY ' and etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[49]Who is your idol? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. I would say my mum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[50]Who is your best friend? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anisha/Christie/Justine/Krish/Ramsay/Bennett/Xinwei/Yuru/McCoy. Can't really decide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hahas. Sabo-ing time~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh. Christie pretty much tagged everyone i would. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY SEEYA BUHBYE.&lt;br /&gt;FUN FACT OF THE DAY! Xinwei likes shoe shopping! HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, and that Christie loves waffles.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE THE WAFFLE SONGS&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU WANNA EAT WAFFLES -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i should go now.&lt;br /&gt;BYE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4978437094336620475-5694144277044138591?l=cheesycheeken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesycheeken.blogspot.com/feeds/5694144277044138591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4978437094336620475&amp;postID=5694144277044138591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978437094336620475/posts/default/5694144277044138591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978437094336620475/posts/default/5694144277044138591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesycheeken.blogspot.com/2008/11/eeeeeeeep.html' title=''/><author><name>nikki - maxfy.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11353032665153642409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRLqGFIF-uI/AAAAAAAAAJg/H0WR1AIB_3M/s1600-R/1_160171448l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4978437094336620475.post-2423322845583538996</id><published>2008-11-16T04:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T04:50:04.218-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>(:&lt;br /&gt;I owe an apology to spice. ANISHA - you have NO IDEA. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for whatever she said, hope she didn't offend you. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4978437094336620475-2423322845583538996?l=cheesycheeken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesycheeken.blogspot.com/feeds/2423322845583538996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4978437094336620475&amp;postID=2423322845583538996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978437094336620475/posts/default/2423322845583538996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978437094336620475/posts/default/2423322845583538996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesycheeken.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-owe-apology-to-spice.html' title=''/><author><name>nikki - maxfy.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11353032665153642409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRLqGFIF-uI/AAAAAAAAAJg/H0WR1AIB_3M/s1600-R/1_160171448l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4978437094336620475.post-8596364588461631433</id><published>2008-11-15T23:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T23:50:05.668-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bennett tagged me, so here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instructions:1. Do the "Letter MEME".2. Tag no less than 5 other people.3. Then copy the "How-to" Letter Meme, and finish your Journal entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Template:Dear (the last person who text messaged you):I don't really know how to tell you this, but (1). I think I realized it (2) (3) and I saw you (4) (5). I'm sure you're (6) enough to understand (7). I'm returning (8) to you, but I'll keep (9) as a memory. You should also know that I (10) (11).(12),-Your name-1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the color of your shirt?&lt;br /&gt;Blue - Our romance is over&lt;br /&gt;Red - Our affair is over&lt;br /&gt;White - I'll join the monastery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Black - I dislike you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Green - Our horoscope doesn't match&lt;br /&gt;Grey - You're a pervert&lt;br /&gt;Yellow - I'm selling myself&lt;br /&gt;Pink - Your nostrils are insulting&lt;br /&gt;Brown - The mafia wants you&lt;br /&gt;No shirt - You're a loser&lt;br /&gt;Other - I'm in love with your sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Which is your birth month?&lt;br /&gt;January - That night&lt;br /&gt;February - Last year&lt;br /&gt;March - When your dwarf bit me&lt;br /&gt;April - When I tripped on sesame seeds&lt;br /&gt;May - First of May&lt;br /&gt;June - When you put cuffs on me&lt;br /&gt;July - When I threw up&lt;br /&gt;August - When I saw the shrunken head&lt;br /&gt;September - When we skinny dipped&lt;br /&gt;October - When I quoted Santa&lt;br /&gt;November - When your dog ran amok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;December - When I changed tennis shoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Which food do you prefer?&lt;br /&gt;Tacos - In your apartment&lt;br /&gt;Pizza - In your camping car&lt;br /&gt;Pasta - Outside of Chicago&lt;br /&gt;Hamburgers - Under the bus&lt;br /&gt;Salad - As you ate enchilada&lt;br /&gt;Chicken - In your closet&lt;br /&gt;Kbob - With Paris Hilton&lt;br /&gt;Fish - In women's clothing&lt;br /&gt;Sandwiches - At the Hare Krishna graduation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lasagna - At the mental hospital&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot dog - Under a state of trance&lt;br /&gt;None of the above - With George Bush and his wife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What's the color of your socks?&lt;br /&gt;Yellow - Hit on&lt;br /&gt;Red - Insult&lt;br /&gt;Black - Ignore&lt;br /&gt;Blue - Knock out&lt;br /&gt;Purple - Pour syrup on&lt;br /&gt;White - Carve your initials into&lt;br /&gt;Grey - Pull the clothes off&lt;br /&gt;Brown - Put leeches on&lt;br /&gt;Orange - Castrate&lt;br /&gt;Pink - Pull the toupee off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Barefoot - Sit on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other - Drive out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What's the color of your underwear?&lt;br /&gt;Black - My best friend&lt;br /&gt;White - My father&lt;br /&gt;Grey - Bill Clinton&lt;br /&gt;Brown - My fart balloon&lt;br /&gt;Purple - My mustard soufflé&lt;br /&gt;Red - Donald Duck&lt;br /&gt;Blue - My avocado plant&lt;br /&gt;Yellow - My penpal in Ghana&lt;br /&gt;Orange - My Kid Rock-collection&lt;br /&gt;Pink - Manchester United's goalkeeper&lt;br /&gt;None - My John F. Kennedy statue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Other - The crazy monk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What do you prefer to watch on TV?&lt;br /&gt;Scrubs - Man&lt;br /&gt;O.C. -EmotionalOne&lt;br /&gt;Tree Hill - Open&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Heroes - Frostbitten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost - High&lt;br /&gt;House - Scarred&lt;br /&gt;Simpsons - Cowardly&lt;br /&gt;The news - Mongolic&lt;br /&gt;Idol - Masochistic&lt;br /&gt;Family Guy - Senile&lt;br /&gt;Top Model - Middle-class&lt;br /&gt;None of the above - Ashamed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Your mood right now?&lt;br /&gt;Happy - How awful I've felt&lt;br /&gt;Sad - How boring you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bored - That Santa doesn't exist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angry - That your pimples are at the last stage&lt;br /&gt;Depressed - That we're cousins&lt;br /&gt;Excited - That there is no solution to this.&lt;br /&gt;Nervous - The middle-east&lt;br /&gt;Worried - That your Honda sucks&lt;br /&gt;Apathetic - That I did a sex-change&lt;br /&gt;Ashamed - That I'm allergic to your hamster&lt;br /&gt;Cuddly - That I get turned on by garbage men&lt;br /&gt;Overjoyous - That I'm open&lt;br /&gt;Other - That Extreme Home Makeover sucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What's the color of your walls in your bedroom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;White - Your ring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yellow - Your love letters&lt;br /&gt;Red - Your Darth Vader-poster&lt;br /&gt;Black - Your tame stone&lt;br /&gt;Blue - The couch cushions&lt;br /&gt;Green - The pictures from LA&lt;br /&gt;Orange - Your false teeth&lt;br /&gt;Brown - Your contact book&lt;br /&gt;Grey - Our matching snoopy-bibs&lt;br /&gt;Purple - Your old lottery coupons&lt;br /&gt;Pink - The cut toenails&lt;br /&gt;Other - Your memories from the military service&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. The first letter of your first name?&lt;br /&gt;A/B - Your photo&lt;br /&gt;C/D - The oil stocks&lt;br /&gt;E/F - Your neighbour Martin&lt;br /&gt;G/H - My virginity&lt;br /&gt;I/J - The results of your blood-sample&lt;br /&gt;K/L - Your left ear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;M/N - Your suicide note&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O/P - My common sense&lt;br /&gt;Q/R - Your mom&lt;br /&gt;S/T - Your collection of butterflies&lt;br /&gt;U/V - Your criminal record&lt;br /&gt;W/X - David's tricot outfits&lt;br /&gt;Y/Z - Your grades from college&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. The last letter in your last name?&lt;br /&gt;A/B - Always will remember&lt;br /&gt;C/D - Never will forget&lt;br /&gt;E/F - Always wanted to break&lt;br /&gt;G/H - Never openly mocked&lt;br /&gt;I/J - Always have felt dirty before&lt;br /&gt;K/L - Will tell the authorities about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;M/N - Told in my confession today about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O/P - Was interviewed by the Times about&lt;br /&gt;Q/R - Told my psychiatrist about&lt;br /&gt;S/T - Get sick when I think of&lt;br /&gt;U/V - Always will try to forget&lt;br /&gt;W/X - Am better off without&lt;br /&gt;Y/Z - Never liked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What do you prefer to drink?&lt;br /&gt;Water- Our friendship&lt;br /&gt;Beer - Senility&lt;br /&gt;Soft drink - A new life as a clone&lt;br /&gt;Soda - The incarnation as an eskimo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Milk - The apartment building&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wine - Cocaine abuse&lt;br /&gt;Cider - A passionate interest for mice&lt;br /&gt;Juice - Oprah Winfrey imitations&lt;br /&gt;Mineral water - Embarrassing rash&lt;br /&gt;Hot chocolate - Eggplant-fetishism&lt;br /&gt;Whisky - To ruin the second world war&lt;br /&gt;Other - To hate the Boston Celtics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. To which country would you prefer to go on a vacation?&lt;br /&gt;Thailand - Warm regards&lt;br /&gt;USA - Best regards&lt;br /&gt;England - Good luck on your short-term leave from jail&lt;br /&gt;Spain - Go and drown yourself&lt;br /&gt;China - Disgusting regards&lt;br /&gt;Germany - With ease&lt;br /&gt;Japan - Go burn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Greece - Your everlasting enemy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Australia - Greetings to your frog Leonard&lt;br /&gt;Egypt - Fuck off now&lt;br /&gt;France - In pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so "Anisha" was the last person to sms me. Oh dear, this ain't gonna be pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Anisha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know how to tell you this, but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I dislike you&lt;/span&gt;. I think I realized it&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; when I changed tennis shoes at the mental hospital &lt;/span&gt;and I saw you&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; sit on the crazy monk&lt;/span&gt;. I'm sure you're &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;frostbitten&lt;/span&gt; enough to understand &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;that Santa doesn't exist&lt;/span&gt;. I'm returning&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; your ring&lt;/span&gt; to you, but I'll keep &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;suicide note&lt;/span&gt; as a memory. You should also know that I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;told in my   confession&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;today about the apartment building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your everlasting enemy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Nikki.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4978437094336620475-8596364588461631433?l=cheesycheeken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesycheeken.blogspot.com/feeds/8596364588461631433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4978437094336620475&amp;postID=8596364588461631433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978437094336620475/posts/default/8596364588461631433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978437094336620475/posts/default/8596364588461631433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesycheeken.blogspot.com/2008/11/bennett-tagged-me-so-here-goes.html' title=''/><author><name>nikki - maxfy.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11353032665153642409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRLqGFIF-uI/AAAAAAAAAJg/H0WR1AIB_3M/s1600-R/1_160171448l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4978437094336620475.post-6597219436874434160</id><published>2008-11-15T23:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T23:38:50.534-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLO and yay!&lt;br /&gt;I've got my new phone, its an LGKF510!&lt;br /&gt;Its a rather long serial name for a phone.. Took me 102938102893 minutes to get it right.&lt;br /&gt;Its a sexy red and black colour :D:D&lt;br /&gt;AND&lt;br /&gt;Its a slider! I've always wanted a slider phone. heheheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm getting my braces on wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE DONT LAUGH WHEN YOU SEE ME!&lt;br /&gt;HAHAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. I was thinking about scary dreams ( triggered by Christie ) - and it reminded me of all those demonic dreams i used to have like a year ago.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why, but I always used to have these dreams where the maximum you could open your eyes is to a slit.&lt;br /&gt;So everything's dark and you can't hear anything, but if you hear your friends/acquaitances/dream-sharers speak, its sorta echo-y and their voices are all.. well. demonic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I had this one really scary dream once, it was with my ex-school mates from St.Nicks.&lt;br /&gt;Then we were in these really grey room, or I assumed it was grey, anyway. And I could barely see anything.&lt;br /&gt;The whole place was cold, and the floor was made of cement and everyone was groping around.&lt;br /&gt;Then the entrance to the room started to close. As in, it was an open doorway, but the cemented floor started to creep upwards to close it.&lt;br /&gt;So everyone was struggling to get out, as the windows indicated ( I DONT KNOW HOW ) that an evil prescence was outside, which wanted to come in. If we got through the door, we would be safe.&lt;br /&gt;But then my feet were heavy as lead and then the door was almost closed, and everyone was screaming for me to hurry up.&lt;br /&gt;But then the door closed with me inside and then this black shadow came into the room. It was swirly smoke.&lt;br /&gt;Then I was so scared I started whispering ' In the name of God, let me go! '&lt;br /&gt;And I repeated it like 10 times, and with each time I was able to open my eyes a bit further. Then the whole room was filled with blinding light and I woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for an emo post, but thanks to God for watching over me during my demonic dreams :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4978437094336620475-6597219436874434160?l=cheesycheeken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesycheeken.blogspot.com/feeds/6597219436874434160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4978437094336620475&amp;postID=6597219436874434160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978437094336620475/posts/default/6597219436874434160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978437094336620475/posts/default/6597219436874434160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesycheeken.blogspot.com/2008/11/hello-and-yay-ive-got-my-new-phone-its.html' title=''/><author><name>nikki - maxfy.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11353032665153642409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRLqGFIF-uI/AAAAAAAAAJg/H0WR1AIB_3M/s1600-R/1_160171448l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4978437094336620475.post-6730852125440342851</id><published>2008-11-14T06:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T23:10:53.048-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello. Blogging on my Touch again, ahhhahahah.&lt;br /&gt;Well, today was a pretty much okay-day.. Had gymnastics for the first time in 1 and a half years, and at that particular club, FOUR years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually surprised at what i was able to do today! I mean, it was definitely beyond my expectations. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The club's name is JuniorGym, which contradicts its pupil attendance. HAHA. seriously, there was like 250 pupils there in the session i went for today T_T  but i managed to make four friends in the level i was classified into. ( level four, i think its for year 2s to 4s. )&lt;br /&gt;Moira, Rachel, Kimberly and Brenda! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i did three of the four apparatuses today - Bar, Floor and Vault. YAY. Managed to do a handvault, handspring, bridge, roundoff, and a backcircle/ high bar swing on the bars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm. What else happened today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, recently after my phone's miraculous recovery from its dip in the pool, i lost its back cover to the mighty..... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drain.&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, getting a new one tomorrow. Hopefully its a Cybershot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of videos, McCoy called me to upload his Gundam Seed Review onto Youtube. At first, its name was like, uber long but then be shortened it XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, today i was smsing and walking into a glass door. Hard. People were laughing. HAHAHAHA. I actually felt dazed. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thats today's 'exciting' summary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S i'm only doing this because i am on a two hour journey home and imma super bored. AHAHAHAAH.&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4978437094336620475-6730852125440342851?l=cheesycheeken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesycheeken.blogspot.com/feeds/6730852125440342851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4978437094336620475&amp;postID=6730852125440342851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978437094336620475/posts/default/6730852125440342851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978437094336620475/posts/default/6730852125440342851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesycheeken.blogspot.com/2008/11/hello_14.html' title=''/><author><name>nikki - maxfy.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11353032665153642409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRLqGFIF-uI/AAAAAAAAAJg/H0WR1AIB_3M/s1600-R/1_160171448l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4978437094336620475.post-7408295247604853623</id><published>2008-11-13T09:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:42:02.045-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yes!! I can FINALLY blog from my touch, but problem is, i cant upload pictures or anything.  BUT WHO CARES?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the impact of recent truths just hit me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ramsay's really not coming back. &lt;br /&gt;I am, officially, 'secondary' two. &lt;br /&gt;I will be fourteen next year. &lt;br /&gt;I MUST study next year. &lt;br /&gt;I will be moving from Tampines next year!!!! :'( red line, here i come. &lt;br /&gt;I shouldnt be sad over little things-i should be happy over normal things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I am blessed.&lt;i/&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4978437094336620475-7408295247604853623?l=cheesycheeken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesycheeken.blogspot.com/feeds/7408295247604853623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4978437094336620475&amp;postID=7408295247604853623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978437094336620475/posts/default/7408295247604853623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978437094336620475/posts/default/7408295247604853623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesycheeken.blogspot.com/2008/11/yes-i-can-finally-blog-from-my-touch.html' title=''/><author><name>nikki - maxfy.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11353032665153642409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRLqGFIF-uI/AAAAAAAAAJg/H0WR1AIB_3M/s1600-R/1_160171448l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4978437094336620475.post-1660554036703891161</id><published>2008-11-13T05:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T07:25:38.768-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>( &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WARNING, LONG POST AHEAD! Actually its not long, its just the pictures. HAHA&lt;/span&gt;. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello!&lt;br /&gt;Today was super exhausting but so far, the most fun day in the holidays ! (:&lt;br /&gt;Started out with practice at school.. And then changed, set out to Dhoby Ghaut with McCoy asking me ' WHERE ARE YOU' every 5 seconds via sms. haha. Apparently he was half an hour early and bored - but at least HE had bennett for company!&lt;br /&gt;Arrived 3 minutes late to find McCoy and Bennett goofing off, as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRwzKxxbfkI/AAAAAAAAAMU/CA8iAy7OARo/s1600-h/DSC02847.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRwzKxxbfkI/AAAAAAAAAMU/CA8iAy7OARo/s320/DSC02847.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268141924369006146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mmhmm. He was doing some sort of spastic dance. Bennett's cap is cool! Its got the words ' silly thing' written on it. IN GOLD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRwz0ocdX7I/AAAAAAAAAMc/644BatHNrp4/s1600-h/DSC02848.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRwz0ocdX7I/AAAAAAAAAMc/644BatHNrp4/s320/DSC02848.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268142643419635634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they were watching McCoy's vid of some Gundam Seed Review - a review McCoy did of his Gundam Seed model.. Which, by the way, was 33 minutes long. And no, its not a typo, its really 33 minutes. HAHAAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christie came, in her Riverlife T-shirt  saying ' I have decided' and her usual khaki three-quarters. HAHA. I was wearing the shirts i wore on national day and fbts XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, we walked to the north east line side and took the train to harbourfront, goofing on the train. We pretty much goof wherever we go. :D&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRwz0pS3E7I/AAAAAAAAAMk/OoH8r2ErL0s/s1600-h/DSC02849.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRwz0pS3E7I/AAAAAAAAAMk/OoH8r2ErL0s/s320/DSC02849.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268142643647812530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bennett talking. Spasticness, i tell you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRwz0pS3E7I/AAAAAAAAAMk/OoH8r2ErL0s/s1600-h/DSC02849.JPG"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRwz1fNvpbI/AAAAAAAAAM8/FxRpErcuUvs/s1600-h/DSC02852.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRwz1fNvpbI/AAAAAAAAAM8/FxRpErcuUvs/s320/DSC02852.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268142658121868722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;McCoy looking angry. O_O Christie's smiling. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRwz1O9dYJI/AAAAAAAAAM0/mO6FJVjJJr8/s1600-h/DSC02851.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRwz1O9dYJI/AAAAAAAAAM0/mO6FJVjJJr8/s320/DSC02851.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268142653758595218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;CRISPY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRwz1El6s4I/AAAAAAAAAMs/6shlWEzY6mI/s1600-h/DSC02850.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRwz1El6s4I/AAAAAAAAAMs/6shlWEzY6mI/s320/DSC02850.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268142650975499138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;McCoy looking puzzled. He was looking at the line - apparently he hasn't taken the purple line before. HAHA. CLOSE YOUR MOUTH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRw0sKgPkjI/AAAAAAAAANU/axbCw5FHoqQ/s1600-h/DSC02855.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRw0sKgPkjI/AAAAAAAAANU/axbCw5FHoqQ/s320/DSC02855.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268143597455118898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Reflecto Traino! HAHA. from left - Christie, me, McCoy and Bennett. I think the old lady is smexi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRw0sArSMgI/AAAAAAAAANM/Q-GjC0nvhZs/s1600-h/DSC02854.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRw0sArSMgI/AAAAAAAAANM/Q-GjC0nvhZs/s320/DSC02854.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268143594817073666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;McCoy wearing Ben's cap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRw0r7ZwDQI/AAAAAAAAANE/UFxdIhrbtpE/s1600-h/DSC02853.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRw0r7ZwDQI/AAAAAAAAANE/UFxdIhrbtpE/s320/DSC02853.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268143593401355522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy McCoy.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Then we finally reached Vivo via harbourfont, and then I was digging for my phone in my HUGE volcom stone bag. Then McCoy reached his hand in =.= and pulled out my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;broken&lt;/span&gt; sunnies, and wore them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRw0sWaWWoI/AAAAAAAAANc/a5IRTUrvsrU/s1600-h/DSC02856.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRw0sWaWWoI/AAAAAAAAANc/a5IRTUrvsrU/s320/DSC02856.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268143600651623042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's him.&lt;br /&gt;And this is how its &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;supposed&lt;/span&gt; to look like when its NOT broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRwzKpq1KuI/AAAAAAAAAMM/VKs-imQ5wFs/s1600-h/DSC02846.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRwzKpq1KuI/AAAAAAAAAMM/VKs-imQ5wFs/s320/DSC02846.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268141922193844962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAHHAHAHAHA. BIG DIFFERENCE NO?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRw1PdIMxyI/AAAAAAAAANs/efmQa0ihZmk/s1600-h/DSC02858.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRw1PdIMxyI/AAAAAAAAANs/efmQa0ihZmk/s320/DSC02858.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268144203749967650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Left side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRw1tM3-FLI/AAAAAAAAAOU/tFTZ-D5TeQg/s1600-h/DSC02857.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRw1tM3-FLI/AAAAAAAAAOU/tFTZ-D5TeQg/s320/DSC02857.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268144714783003826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right side. it actually looks &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nice. &lt;/span&gt;HAHAHHAHAHA!!&lt;br /&gt;We stoned around abit and then Christie spotted Candy Empire! I swear, its the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hugest, bestest, nicest, chocolateyest &lt;/span&gt;place in the WORLD! Its my favourite food shoppe :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRw1P2HEboI/AAAAAAAAAN0/xuN61-bGRbg/s1600-h/DSC02859.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRw1P2HEboI/AAAAAAAAAN0/xuN61-bGRbg/s320/DSC02859.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268144210456112770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HAHAH. After that we were feeling quite hungry ( it was about 12? ) and went to eat at a place called SUPERDOG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRw2S_u7KnI/AAAAAAAAAOc/NvF0U9I02pg/s1600-h/DSC02890.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRw2S_u7KnI/AAAAAAAAAOc/NvF0U9I02pg/s320/DSC02890.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268145364090432114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRw1P55rROI/AAAAAAAAAN8/UeKUT8n9eJc/s1600-h/DSC02860.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRw1P55rROI/AAAAAAAAAN8/UeKUT8n9eJc/s320/DSC02860.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268144211473679586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRw1QEolMCI/AAAAAAAAAOE/vty3uD6u08E/s1600-h/DSC02861.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRw1QEolMCI/AAAAAAAAAOE/vty3uD6u08E/s320/DSC02861.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268144214354767906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;By the way, thats bennett beside McCoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRw1QX30HxI/AAAAAAAAAOM/-1F7Ab4f2gc/s1600-h/DSC02862.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRw1QX30HxI/AAAAAAAAAOM/-1F7Ab4f2gc/s320/DSC02862.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268144219518934802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mine and Christie's meal! ( Clockwise from bottom : Beef Ripper, Cappuccino, Ice Chocolate, Fries, Chicken Ripper. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRw4LD-TEpI/AAAAAAAAAOs/IzntZykde4g/s1600-h/DSC02864.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRw4LD-TEpI/AAAAAAAAAOs/IzntZykde4g/s320/DSC02864.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268147426812957330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bennett's meal. A chicken ripper. One of the fries' McCoy's, but bennett ended up eating it instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRw4KyFB0qI/AAAAAAAAAOk/dG64n2D6PpA/s1600-h/DSC02863.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRw4KyFB0qI/AAAAAAAAAOk/dG64n2D6PpA/s320/DSC02863.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268147422009348770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;McCoy's meal! A bacon 'n' beef ripper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats the interior. Its a fancy fast food resteraunt - prices are actually quite reasonable!&lt;br /&gt;And then us four learned the rules of eating a hot dog. ( These are the ones i actually &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;remember.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1." Never eat a hot dog with utensils. Utensils NEVER touch hot dogs!&lt;br /&gt;2." DON'T put ketchup if you're over the age of 18. "&lt;br /&gt;3." Finish ALL bits of the hot dog. "&lt;br /&gt;4," Hot dogs should be consumed within &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt; bites, and no more. Seven foot wieners are an exception, finish them within 7. "&lt;br /&gt;5." Don't wipe your mouth with a cloth napkin. Use paper ones! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in correspondances to rule 4, McCoy attempted to eat his hot dog within 7 bites. 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And THEN..&lt;br /&gt;Bennett put a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;french fry with KETCHUP&lt;/span&gt; into the lemon tea.&lt;br /&gt;GROSS!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRw5TJP5JKI/AAAAAAAAAPM/_VEUbdYqeIw/s1600-h/DSC02870.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRw5TJP5JKI/AAAAAAAAAPM/_VEUbdYqeIw/s320/DSC02870.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268148665179514018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRw5TovQlvI/AAAAAAAAAPU/bkvzqjfXqt4/s1600-h/DSC02871.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRw5TovQlvI/AAAAAAAAAPU/bkvzqjfXqt4/s320/DSC02871.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268148673632573170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after that we made a 'potion' with my cappucino leftovers. Fries, ketchup, wiener, bread, anything you name - its in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRw5VHUTPzI/AAAAAAAAAPs/EVfoPL-Iq_4/s1600-h/DSC02874.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRw5VHUTPzI/AAAAAAAAAPs/EVfoPL-Iq_4/s320/DSC02874.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268148699020869426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRw5U1LMkFI/AAAAAAAAAPk/WHP9OrKl6x4/s1600-h/DSC02873.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRw5U1LMkFI/AAAAAAAAAPk/WHP9OrKl6x4/s320/DSC02873.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268148694150844498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRw5UdwhKNI/AAAAAAAAAPc/dQ2DXTQDmUA/s1600-h/DSC02872.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRw5UdwhKNI/AAAAAAAAAPc/dQ2DXTQDmUA/s320/DSC02872.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268148687864932562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(McCoy's the one who put the UNedible things in there. Bennett put in the fries.. And Christie put in her Ice Chocolate. )&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So yeah. We went out and saw that it was POURING and we couldn't go to sentosa after all! Sniffles! And then there was this awning that was a 'waterfall'. Its not supposed to be a waterfall!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRw6dx7QhWI/AAAAAAAAAQE/oFC3Twg7UJQ/s1600-h/DSC02878.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRw6dx7QhWI/AAAAAAAAAQE/oFC3Twg7UJQ/s320/DSC02878.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268149947409139042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRw6dZkeLrI/AAAAAAAAAP8/xl07pCoEOBs/s1600-h/DSC02877.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRw6dZkeLrI/AAAAAAAAAP8/xl07pCoEOBs/s320/DSC02877.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268149940871114418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRw6c31-GgI/AAAAAAAAAP0/lu-RaK51w6c/s1600-h/DSC02876.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRw6c31-GgI/AAAAAAAAAP0/lu-RaK51w6c/s320/DSC02876.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268149931817703938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/R33tArTR2No"&gt;  &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/R33tArTR2No" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="175" width="217"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;  &lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we were talking about PPG for some reason, and then decided on the theme song by our t-shirts. So I was SUGAR, McCoy was SPICE ( He was wearing S.P.Q.R shirt! ) and Christie was EVERYTHING NICE!&lt;br /&gt;And you could, of course, guess that bennett was Chemical X. ( He was wearing black. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vTm8EZ_gWsE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vTm8EZ_gWsE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="217" height="172"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we finally reached the roof (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRw96kzfXAI/AAAAAAAAARc/ND2NgVqTq4c/s1600-h/DSC02891.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRw96kzfXAI/AAAAAAAAARc/ND2NgVqTq4c/s320/DSC02891.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268153740637985794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRw97wWJFfI/AAAAAAAAARk/CKSfNPpkFnU/s1600-h/DSC02892.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRw97wWJFfI/AAAAAAAAARk/CKSfNPpkFnU/s320/DSC02892.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268153760915985906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From left : Christie, mine, McCoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRw98YVEo_I/AAAAAAAAARs/bANTxBMXNVc/s1600-h/DSC02893.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRw98YVEo_I/AAAAAAAAARs/bANTxBMXNVc/s320/DSC02893.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268153771648918514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRw98w5IUkI/AAAAAAAAAR0/c0JUa40_8ZA/s1600-h/DSC02894.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRw98w5IUkI/AAAAAAAAAR0/c0JUa40_8ZA/s320/DSC02894.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268153778242605634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRw986GbeTI/AAAAAAAAAR8/tjv73udhNlo/s1600-h/DSC02895.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRw986GbeTI/AAAAAAAAAR8/tjv73udhNlo/s320/DSC02895.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268153780714305842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Badminton between Bennett and McCoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRw-QpWQW9I/AAAAAAAAASE/ml2L0oyMGxE/s1600-h/DSC02896.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRw-QpWQW9I/AAAAAAAAASE/ml2L0oyMGxE/s320/DSC02896.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268154119814667218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and Christie lying down on the grass waiting for our turn for badminton!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRw-RnAgRoI/AAAAAAAAASM/E40mDqpnK3A/s1600-h/DSC02897.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRw-RnAgRoI/AAAAAAAAASM/E40mDqpnK3A/s320/DSC02897.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268154136366433922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRw-S848_kI/AAAAAAAAASU/iC_NGz9XOAA/s1600-h/DSC02898.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRw-S848_kI/AAAAAAAAASU/iC_NGz9XOAA/s320/DSC02898.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268154159420210754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRw-TuzjsRI/AAAAAAAAASc/A8b4CfMcRJ8/s1600-h/DSC02899.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRw-TuzjsRI/AAAAAAAAASc/A8b4CfMcRJ8/s320/DSC02899.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268154172819353874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we decided to play badminton IN THE POOL. AHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRw_Ztthv9I/AAAAAAAAAS0/9DfNtxNyxq0/s1600-h/DSC02902.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRw_Ztthv9I/AAAAAAAAAS0/9DfNtxNyxq0/s320/DSC02902.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268155375116468178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRw_ZVEqfkI/AAAAAAAAASs/cw98nZlwPMk/s1600-h/DSC02901.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRw_ZVEqfkI/AAAAAAAAASs/cw98nZlwPMk/s320/DSC02901.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268155368502623810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRw-TwbszZI/AAAAAAAAASk/4GZ8OuKQ5Ic/s1600-h/DSC02900.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRw-TwbszZI/AAAAAAAAASk/4GZ8OuKQ5Ic/s320/DSC02900.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268154173256158610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRxANyAzUqI/AAAAAAAAAUU/H8y1Xgb0HUA/s1600-h/DSC02914.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRxANyAzUqI/AAAAAAAAAUU/H8y1Xgb0HUA/s320/DSC02914.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268156269624251042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRw_Zl7rdTI/AAAAAAAAAS8/ZhO45YX6v2k/s1600-h/DSC02903.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRw_Zl7rdTI/AAAAAAAAAS8/ZhO45YX6v2k/s320/DSC02903.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268155373028341042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some random metal platform. The floor of the pool's really rough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRw_Z6YseqI/AAAAAAAAATE/U8f7TPcTIwQ/s1600-h/DSC02904.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRw_Z6YseqI/AAAAAAAAATE/U8f7TPcTIwQ/s320/DSC02904.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268155378518751906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The swinging guy of Vivocity! Ben and Coy were absolutely awed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRw_aDJnZ8I/AAAAAAAAATM/_YMU37his5E/s1600-h/DSC02905.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRw_aDJnZ8I/AAAAAAAAATM/_YMU37his5E/s320/DSC02905.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268155380871423938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRw_sWpBykI/AAAAAAAAATc/emsw2IcGqIA/s1600-h/DSC02907.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRw_sWpBykI/AAAAAAAAATc/emsw2IcGqIA/s320/DSC02907.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268155695341095490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to switch pools!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRw_sZ_hapI/AAAAAAAAATk/FU5Lr75xx0A/s1600-h/DSC02908.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRw_sZ_hapI/AAAAAAAAATk/FU5Lr75xx0A/s320/DSC02908.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268155696240749202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lying on the grass.. again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRw_s7hjpdI/AAAAAAAAAT0/lP7-b0iVfGY/s1600-h/DSC02910.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRw_s7hjpdI/AAAAAAAAAT0/lP7-b0iVfGY/s320/DSC02910.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268155705241871826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;McCoy's racket and shuttlecock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRxAN9YvNXI/AAAAAAAAAUM/FIjznRMcqTU/s1600-h/DSC02913.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRxAN9YvNXI/AAAAAAAAAUM/FIjznRMcqTU/s320/DSC02913.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268156272677434738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRxANWyZHvI/AAAAAAAAAUE/ocOTw1fIUPA/s1600-h/DSC02912.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRxANWyZHvI/AAAAAAAAAUE/ocOTw1fIUPA/s320/DSC02912.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268156262316056306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRxANGZ9yrI/AAAAAAAAAT8/pyJPKXT42tw/s1600-h/DSC02911.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRxANGZ9yrI/AAAAAAAAAT8/pyJPKXT42tw/s320/DSC02911.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268156257918634674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;McCoy decided to make a mote around the 'island' at the pool. HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRxAtEHeYyI/AAAAAAAAAUk/awFPwNEBvqY/s1600-h/DSC02916.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRxAtEHeYyI/AAAAAAAAAUk/awFPwNEBvqY/s320/DSC02916.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268156807060022050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hand in the pool - recommended by mccoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRxAuMviYUI/AAAAAAAAAU8/cDRiDIv1dt0/s1600-h/DSC02920.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRxAuMviYUI/AAAAAAAAAU8/cDRiDIv1dt0/s320/DSC02920.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268156826555408706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Christie, mccoy and me! Bennett doesn't like his pic taken. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRxAOPRDaEI/AAAAAAAAAUc/6ybt2Q_fbiQ/s1600-h/DSC02915.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRxAOPRDaEI/AAAAAAAAAUc/6ybt2Q_fbiQ/s320/DSC02915.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268156277477042242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRxAtptkQlI/AAAAAAAAAU0/tUmCXzGCNyk/s1600-h/DSC02918.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRxAtptkQlI/AAAAAAAAAU0/tUmCXzGCNyk/s320/DSC02918.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268156817151902290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We decided to get wet from that point on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRxBdsCeqnI/AAAAAAAAAVc/5KISaBanL1M/s1600-h/DSC02924.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRxBdsCeqnI/AAAAAAAAAVc/5KISaBanL1M/s320/DSC02924.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268157642410207858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRxBdyMcFZI/AAAAAAAAAVk/IuoWRIXvmmE/s1600-h/DSC02925.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRxBdyMcFZI/AAAAAAAAAVk/IuoWRIXvmmE/s320/DSC02925.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268157644062594450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRxCTEolJqI/AAAAAAAAAV0/yW4_sHdZXt0/s1600-h/DSC02927.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRxCTEolJqI/AAAAAAAAAV0/yW4_sHdZXt0/s320/DSC02927.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268158559545534114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRxBeKHLTWI/AAAAAAAAAVs/z1nLkGwoRVI/s1600-h/DSC02926.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRxBeKHLTWI/AAAAAAAAAVs/z1nLkGwoRVI/s320/DSC02926.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268157650482974050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRxBdyMcFZI/AAAAAAAAAVk/IuoWRIXvmmE/s1600-h/DSC02925.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRxBdyMcFZI/AAAAAAAAAVk/IuoWRIXvmmE/s320/DSC02925.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268157644062594450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRxBdY5h0AI/AAAAAAAAAVU/5ndtn65CYj0/s1600-h/DSC02923.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRxBdY5h0AI/AAAAAAAAAVU/5ndtn65CYj0/s320/DSC02923.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268157637272391682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA. EXPLANATION! McCoy sat down and. well. It kinda ballooned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRxCUA93yxI/AAAAAAAAAWU/TUkaf5UosOk/s1600-h/DSC02931.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRxCUA93yxI/AAAAAAAAAWU/TUkaf5UosOk/s320/DSC02931.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268158575740963602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRxCT8pkRhI/AAAAAAAAAWM/44k12IK82rU/s1600-h/DSC02930.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRxCT8pkRhI/AAAAAAAAAWM/44k12IK82rU/s320/DSC02930.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268158574582056466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;FINALLY. A pic of bennett. He didn't wanna get wet - he didn't have spare underwear - but yeah we splashed him anyway ( WITH MY HUGE WATERGUN!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRxCT0p9_KI/AAAAAAAAAWE/urdTftdlNGs/s1600-h/DSC02929.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRxCT0p9_KI/AAAAAAAAAWE/urdTftdlNGs/s320/DSC02929.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268158572436257954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;CRISPY! Sezy bikini!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRxCTmKx0WI/AAAAAAAAAV8/_TDIi6SMuGY/s1600-h/DSC02928.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRxCTmKx0WI/AAAAAAAAAV8/_TDIi6SMuGY/s320/DSC02928.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268158568547340642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy, dripping, mccoy. YOU DESERVE IT! He kept shooting me and no one else =.="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRxDz2_lBII/AAAAAAAAAWc/zqKllKA_tvg/s1600-h/DSC02933.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRxDz2_lBII/AAAAAAAAAWc/zqKllKA_tvg/s320/DSC02933.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268160222331208834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BENNETT DOING A HEADSTAND! PRO LEH! Underwater!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRxD0XsqBtI/AAAAAAAAAWk/Yc1Mg9NJmwI/s1600-h/DSC02934.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRxD0XsqBtI/AAAAAAAAAWk/Yc1Mg9NJmwI/s320/DSC02934.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268160231110215378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRxD01bGfwI/AAAAAAAAAW8/tpI_0XmV38E/s1600-h/DSC02937.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRxD01bGfwI/AAAAAAAAAW8/tpI_0XmV38E/s320/DSC02937.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268160239089647362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRxD0Ywnt4I/AAAAAAAAAWs/PDtcczIqHHQ/s1600-h/DSC02935.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRxD0Ywnt4I/AAAAAAAAAWs/PDtcczIqHHQ/s320/DSC02935.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268160231395276674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAH! McCoy wearing Bennett's specs! Resembles nerdy Pete Wentz from F.O.B., NO?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRxESyipaFI/AAAAAAAAAXM/GIlmmUHYaxk/s1600-h/DSC02938.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRxESyipaFI/AAAAAAAAAXM/GIlmmUHYaxk/s320/DSC02938.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268160753712064594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool Bennett's hair. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRxESnxP79I/AAAAAAAAAXE/BRmw46voXdQ/s1600-h/DSC02937.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRxESnxP79I/AAAAAAAAAXE/BRmw46voXdQ/s320/DSC02937.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268160750820519890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cold, nerdy McCoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRxETHUKmJI/AAAAAAAAAXU/ERU_JIW0_w0/s1600-h/DSC02939.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRxETHUKmJI/AAAAAAAAAXU/ERU_JIW0_w0/s320/DSC02939.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268160759288469650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COOL VS NERD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND we then went to change.&lt;br /&gt;Well.. No more pics cause I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kinda &lt;/span&gt;dropped my phone into the pool. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;But it still works.. Just that I can't really use it, but enough to upload the pics (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Then I was like, WHERE TO CHANGE?&lt;br /&gt;And decided to change with a towel.&lt;br /&gt;So I leaned against a wall, christie holding one side. and Bennett pressing the other. HAHA. NO WORRIES, NOBODY SAW ANYTHING.&lt;br /&gt;McCoy was like spreading from the front.&lt;br /&gt;PEOPLE WERE STARING XDXD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, yeah we discovered a toilet - so I went through all that embarassment for nothing =.="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we went into this really really cute cuddly toy shop. But yeah Christie almost refused to get out! HAHA! And of course, the boys were pretty bored. =.="&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to TIMEZONE!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arcade, arcade. Played racing games, flying games, percussion games!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and McCoy raced each other. AND I WON XD&lt;br /&gt;Flying game.. Me and McCoy too. LOL. Although its individual! THE SEATS MOVE WHEN YOU CHANGE DIRECTION!!!! SO COOL, AYE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But overall its actually quite expensive.. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we realised it was 4.35 and i had to rush off for dental appointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OTHER THAN THAT!&lt;br /&gt;Nothing else (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of post. Finally. I'm exhausted from all the typing and clicking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4978437094336620475-1660554036703891161?l=cheesycheeken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesycheeken.blogspot.com/feeds/1660554036703891161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4978437094336620475&amp;postID=1660554036703891161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978437094336620475/posts/default/1660554036703891161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978437094336620475/posts/default/1660554036703891161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesycheeken.blogspot.com/2008/11/warning-long-post-ahead-actually-its.html' title=''/><author><name>nikki - maxfy.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11353032665153642409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRLqGFIF-uI/AAAAAAAAAJg/H0WR1AIB_3M/s1600-R/1_160171448l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRwzKxxbfkI/AAAAAAAAAMU/CA8iAy7OARo/s72-c/DSC02847.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4978437094336620475.post-8879642559051362809</id><published>2008-11-12T03:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T03:37:46.937-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>NOW, FOR THE ULTIMATEST EXTREMEST FINGER-PAINEST PHONE QUIZ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;( i made it myself! i'm so proud! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1. What's the 10th received message in your inbox?&lt;br /&gt;Alethea - 'Don't scold him okay. (.....) So whatchu doing?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What's the 20th received message in your inbox?&lt;br /&gt;Bennett- 'You know i'm already at Simei rite o.o'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What's the 30th received message in your inbox?&lt;br /&gt;Bennett - 'Lols ok. I oni bringing the t shirt lol... I wear over haha.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What's the 40th received message in your inbox?&lt;br /&gt;Christie - 'AAHHH nikki did u return me my rubber? O.o'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What's the 50th received message in your inbox?&lt;br /&gt;Xinwei - 'Bye im going overseas, take care and enjoy your holidays will miss you, hahas. :)'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Whats the 8th saved message in your saved messages?&lt;br /&gt;Francine - 'happy new year. Who's sleeping ? NO ONE. we shall celebrate with wine! '&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. How many games do you have?&lt;br /&gt;Ten. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. How much memory do you have left in your memory stick?&lt;br /&gt;549 MB. ( My memory stick's 1GB. heh. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.Go to your normal page. Press the centre joystick, then the right arrow, the centre joystick, and then the left softkey, and press the centre joystick. Where do you arrive at?&lt;br /&gt;I end up playing La Valse d'Amelie on my music player. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Who's the 10th last person on your contacts?&lt;br /&gt;Xinwei. O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.Who's the 20th last person on your contacts?&lt;br /&gt;Sarah from my class (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. How about the 30th?&lt;br /&gt;Nurul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. How full is your battery?&lt;br /&gt;Half full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Go to your pictures folder. what's the fourth in line?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. The picture of us at the playground behind school at the monkey bars. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What is the colour of your phone?&lt;br /&gt;White, but its turning grey T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What does the 4th last message in your inbox say?&lt;br /&gt;McCoy -' Wad activities? which part of east coast? how long? all questions from parents. '&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Go to your type message page. Type 36791 space 019273 space 3827192 space 129. What do you get? ( Use T9 typing please. )&lt;br /&gt;Forw. 0.ward evas.za .cz&lt;br /&gt;( Forward evasza ceezy! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What colour is the screensaver of your phone?&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it, well, black?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Go to your contacts. Press down for 19 seconds. Who do you arrive at?&lt;br /&gt;Romit. HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What is your bluetooth name?&lt;br /&gt;' PICK ME DAMMIT! '&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. How many messages do you have in your sent messages?&lt;br /&gt;Definitely enough to bust my bill. HAHAHA. I WON'T BOTHER COUNTING, MAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Who last called you?&lt;br /&gt;Withheld ( my mum. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Who called you last?&lt;br /&gt;Justine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Whose call did you last miss?&lt;br /&gt;Dad's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Whose call did you miss last?&lt;br /&gt;Yu Ru's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. What's the song playing on your music player now?&lt;br /&gt;La Valse d'Amelie, I mentioned it just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Whats on November 29th on your calender?&lt;br /&gt;Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Whats on your wallpaper?&lt;br /&gt;A picture of a giraffe and a rabbit, and a stickie note saying 'Organ workshop, moments of tranquility, HSM, report books. '&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. What does your left softkey do?&lt;br /&gt;Go to calls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Whats your phone model?&lt;br /&gt;Sony Ericsson, k610i  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEEYA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4978437094336620475-8879642559051362809?l=cheesycheeken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesycheeken.blogspot.com/feeds/8879642559051362809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4978437094336620475&amp;postID=8879642559051362809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978437094336620475/posts/default/8879642559051362809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978437094336620475/posts/default/8879642559051362809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesycheeken.blogspot.com/2008/11/now-for-ultimatest-extremest-finger.html' title=''/><author><name>nikki - maxfy.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11353032665153642409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRLqGFIF-uI/AAAAAAAAAJg/H0WR1AIB_3M/s1600-R/1_160171448l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4978437094336620475.post-7594928568228265050</id><published>2008-11-10T07:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T07:53:14.307-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its my 100th post! YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stole from Christie. She really makes nice quizzes. Or steals nice quizzes ; whichever it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TYPE YOUR FIRST NAME WITH YOUR...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. FINGERS:&lt;/span&gt; Nicolette&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. CHIN:&lt;/span&gt; mnkjcvkl,.ertgdf ( interesting turnout )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. ONE FINGER, EYES CLOSED: &lt;/span&gt;nivolryyr ( HAHAHA Neevilryre)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. ELBOW:&lt;/span&gt; mn jkcv kll,lklcxdfgvfvg ( my keyboard has small keys. DONT BLAME ME T_T )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. NOSE: &lt;/span&gt;ujn8jrf90lol0e355643 ( HAHAHA WHERE DID THE NUMBERS COME FROM. Oh man my mum's staring at me AHHAAH )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. PALM:&lt;/span&gt; mnkcv l,cdfgbvgvbtcdf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. List four random items you have:&lt;/span&gt; A bar of Twist, a handphone, a bottle of fake pills with messages inside them and an iTouch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Have you ever slept in the back of the car?&lt;/span&gt; Don't have one, dear friend. But I used to - I would sleep in the front left seat XD long journeys - the third row.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Have you recently dyed your hair/cut it?&lt;/span&gt; I don't want to cut my hair EVER for the next 2 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. List four people you look up to the most.&lt;/span&gt; My mum, my harp teacher, whatever God that's looking after me, and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. How many pets do you own as of now?&lt;/span&gt; One - my pet tortoise Tinkle. Used to have - two pet hamsters.. A goldfish named Tiny that lived for 7 months.. 3 quails.. a Cat... Fighting fish.. yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. Which do you prefer? White or Black?&lt;/span&gt; White for interior design, black for fashion :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. Who is your most played character?&lt;/span&gt; HUH. ?!?! myself, i guess?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. Choose one or the other, not both: Being stuck on an island with a friend, or being stuck on an island with 5 acquaintances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Being stuck with an island with 5 acquaintances. If we're stuck on an island we're bound to become friends. And yeah, we would have less work and more division that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9. Name three aspects that tell who you are.&lt;/span&gt; Random. Crush analyst. Bennett-annoyer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10. If you could have a power what would it be?&lt;/span&gt; I would &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; to control nature. Its one of my most powerful dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11. Who was the last person you talked to?&lt;/span&gt; Christie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12. Who was the last person you said “i love you” to?&lt;/span&gt; Alethea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13. Write down the first five words that pop into your head.&lt;/span&gt; Chocolates are divine tasty things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;14. What’s five things you wish you could do better?&lt;/span&gt; Pass IDU, and Chinese. I wish I could play Fantasie Impromptu perfectly - it sounds so nice when either Xinwei/Zachary play it!! Hm.. Also I would like to keep to my schedules and goals better. haha. Wait, thats 4. Hmm the fifth I would like to eat vegetables more often. HAHAHA. Its healthy - not that I like it much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;15.Do you like the way you are?&lt;/span&gt; Yes - all except for my teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;16. Choose, Summer or winter?&lt;/span&gt; Summer!! Definitely! But winter would be a nice change from Singapore. I wish summer and winter could merge, hot and cold feelings at the same time are one of my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;100 &lt;/span&gt;top loved things.. Maybe they could call it Swinter. I think that appeared on Phineas and Ferb. HAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;17. Rain or snow?&lt;/span&gt; Rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;18. Water or ice?&lt;/span&gt; Water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;19. List two odd things about yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like making random chim things.&lt;br /&gt;I love reading aloud - tasting letters and words are my favourite hobbies.. Like the letters 'L', 'C' and 'T' are nicest to taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20. Which are two of your bad habits?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tend to forget big things and remember small ones.&lt;br /&gt;I keep going to sleep late! IT GIVES ME DREADFUL EYEBAGS. ( Did i mention today, I looked in the mirror and found that I had QUADRAPLE eyelids. ITS NOT NATURAL, I TELL YOU! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;21. What’s 1 of your biggest pet peeve?&lt;/span&gt; Pet peeve? Is that some kind of large Neopet bug?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;22. Now list 6 people who should do this quiz:&lt;/span&gt;  Nah XD You guys can do it whenever you want (: COPIED THIS ANSWER FROM CHRISTIE. heehehehehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4978437094336620475-7594928568228265050?l=cheesycheeken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesycheeken.blogspot.com/feeds/7594928568228265050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4978437094336620475&amp;postID=7594928568228265050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978437094336620475/posts/default/7594928568228265050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978437094336620475/posts/default/7594928568228265050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesycheeken.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-my-100th-post-yay-stole-from.html' title=''/><author><name>nikki - maxfy.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11353032665153642409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRLqGFIF-uI/AAAAAAAAAJg/H0WR1AIB_3M/s1600-R/1_160171448l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4978437094336620475.post-1442604403189773501</id><published>2008-11-10T07:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T07:15:19.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello. the maxillofacial expressionist which has a gargantuan mechanical mentality wishes to type an entire blog post in twitanian language. otherwise known as..&lt;br /&gt;twit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heloosh.. todaee miee en christie darhhlinx went 2 schullx~... harharxx.. it wash sho fun lorrhxx... wiee plaed  wiffs  wotterr  gunns denn triedd 2 phly a kite worhx..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;harharx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;een e endx, wiee hadd 2 changee beecos wiee werhh shoo wetx~.. harharx~... christie rulexx lorhx..&lt;br /&gt;denn wiee wentt 2 dee white sandx beecos wiee werh hungriie worhs... ie bott fwies.. harharx... immax sho fatt lerhs...**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywaeee.. sho 2daeee woss verii funns worhs.. harhars... ceeyas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY THAT WAS TOO ANNOYING AND AMAZINGLY HARD TO TYPE T_T&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;br /&gt;In case you weren't able to understand, I went to school with Christie and played with water guns and tried to fly a kite ( which broke. ) And we had to change because we were drenched - CHRISTIE ROCKS. HAHAHA. But her water gun sucked. It had a very low range level. And we went to Macs to eat fries... Yeah. the fat part was to 'up' the twit factor. And that today was very fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHAHHA. BYE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4978437094336620475-1442604403189773501?l=cheesycheeken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesycheeken.blogspot.com/feeds/1442604403189773501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4978437094336620475&amp;postID=1442604403189773501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978437094336620475/posts/default/1442604403189773501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978437094336620475/posts/default/1442604403189773501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesycheeken.blogspot.com/2008/11/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>nikki - maxfy.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11353032665153642409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRLqGFIF-uI/AAAAAAAAAJg/H0WR1AIB_3M/s1600-R/1_160171448l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4978437094336620475.post-6786659763349329884</id><published>2008-11-10T06:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T06:56:18.579-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bring me to life is an ADDICTING SONG.&lt;br /&gt;On a sidenote, I've successfully perfected and memorised La Valse d'Amelie in a span of two days :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         How can you see into my eyes like open doors&lt;br /&gt;Leading you down into my core&lt;br /&gt;Where I've become so numb without a soul my spirit sleeping somewhere cold&lt;br /&gt;Until you find it there and lead it back home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake me up inside&lt;br /&gt;Wake me up inside&lt;br /&gt;Call my name and save me from the dark&lt;br /&gt;Bed my blood to run&lt;br /&gt;Before I come undone&lt;br /&gt;Save me from the nothing I've become&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I know what I'm without&lt;br /&gt;You can't just leave me&lt;br /&gt;Breathe into me and make me real&lt;br /&gt;Bring me to life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake me up inside&lt;br /&gt;Wake me up inside&lt;br /&gt;Call my name and save me from the dark&lt;br /&gt;Bid my blood to run&lt;br /&gt;Before I come undone&lt;br /&gt;Save me from the nothing I've become&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring me to life&lt;br /&gt;(I've been living a lie, there's nothing inside)&lt;br /&gt;Bring me to life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frozen inside without your touch without your love darling only you are the ife among the dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this time I can't believe I couldn't see&lt;br /&gt;Kept in the dark but you were there in front of me&lt;br /&gt;I've been sleeping a thousand years it seems&lt;br /&gt;Got to open my eyes to everything&lt;br /&gt;Without a thought without a voice without a soul&lt;br /&gt;Don't let me die here&lt;br /&gt;There must be something more&lt;br /&gt;Bring me to life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake me up inside&lt;br /&gt;Wake me up inside&lt;br /&gt;Call my name and save me from the dark&lt;br /&gt;Bid my blood to run&lt;br /&gt;Before I come undone&lt;br /&gt;Save me from the nothing I've become&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been living a lie, there's nothing inside&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4978437094336620475-6786659763349329884?l=cheesycheeken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesycheeken.blogspot.com/feeds/6786659763349329884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4978437094336620475&amp;postID=6786659763349329884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978437094336620475/posts/default/6786659763349329884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978437094336620475/posts/default/6786659763349329884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesycheeken.blogspot.com/2008/11/bring-me-to-life-is-addicting-song.html' title=''/><author><name>nikki - maxfy.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11353032665153642409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRLqGFIF-uI/AAAAAAAAAJg/H0WR1AIB_3M/s1600-R/1_160171448l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4978437094336620475.post-6660312833259514673</id><published>2008-11-08T23:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T23:58:40.240-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>stole from christie. ( wow you make quizzes. HAHAHA. I JUST COPY THEM XD )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;01. Starting with the second letter of your first name, think of a name that you could possibly change your name to and write it here.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isabelle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;02. What is your favourite colour to write with?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;03. Do you have a map of the world in your house?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does an atlas book count..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;04. How old do you wish you were now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sixteen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;05. Do you think you have a crush right now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think so..? But imma getting over him :D i hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;06. Go to your contact list in your phone. What is the 6th person's name?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crystal from my ex-primary school.&lt;br /&gt;( In the SOTA list, its Aprilia. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;07. Measure the length of your middle finger with a ruler and write the measurement here.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which middle finger? i'll do my right. 8 cm. WOW christie you have a big middle finger. Not that I would want you to wave it around :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;08. What is ONE song that accurately defines your life?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea. Probably 'Play my music - Jonas Brothers'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;09. Look out of your window. What do you see?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, I see the common corridor and my mum's herb garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. Name the first and most important quality your future boyfriend/girlfriend must have. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He' s GOT to love food. Chocolate would be a bonus! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. What is your favourite word?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um. Can I put it up here? Nipple. THE WORD, NOT THE MEANING T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. Who do you wish was online MSN right now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bennett, Christie, Anisha, Yu Ru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. What is the colour of the nearest tissue box to you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Purple with floral prints. I think the brand's Soft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. What is the colour of your ceiling?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;White.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. Have you ever been kissed by someone who does not belong to your family?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep. Alethea &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16. When was the last time you went to a mall?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 minutes ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17. What do you want to eat right now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I STILL want that cookie dough Ben&amp;amp;Jerry's!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18. Where was the nicest beach you've ever been to?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. I have no idea what the name was, but it was in Caernafon, Wales and it was full of pebbles ( NOT BENNETTS. ) instead of sand.. The pebbles were all smooth and grey and shiny and they were hot pebbles. And it was cold weather, so you can imagine how nice it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19. Have you ever broken/fractured/dislocated any of your bones?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep. My left foot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20. Whose blog did you last visit?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christie's.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4978437094336620475-6660312833259514673?l=cheesycheeken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesycheeken.blogspot.com/feeds/6660312833259514673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4978437094336620475&amp;postID=6660312833259514673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978437094336620475/posts/default/6660312833259514673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978437094336620475/posts/default/6660312833259514673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesycheeken.blogspot.com/2008/11/stole-from-christie.html' title=''/><author><name>nikki - maxfy.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11353032665153642409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRLqGFIF-uI/AAAAAAAAAJg/H0WR1AIB_3M/s1600-R/1_160171448l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4978437094336620475.post-6053767073027596085</id><published>2008-11-07T23:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T23:25:02.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this is a video of leonard, yuru, mccoy, jonathan, me, bennett and anisha singing ' the Parody of Bennett Bay - I believe I can fly '. Lyrics are as said below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Vb9u_YsnItI"&gt; &lt;/param&gt; &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Vb9u_YsnItI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="217" height="175"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;  &lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I believe I can fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yu Ru will poke me from the behind ( focus on Leonard)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He will do it every night and day ( fast focus on YuRu and Jonathan )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll make sure my wife is BENNETT BAY! ( focus on McCoy )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(At this point Bennett wrestles Leonard to the ground for making up such lyrics.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I believe I can soar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll get attacked by a wild boar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't know to the lyrics to the song. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Thats about it AHAHHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. my gum's #$%$^#*(#&amp;amp;$^ hurting like #$%*&amp;amp;#)($%&amp;amp;*(#)$7 and if i could cut off my jaw, I WOULD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4978437094336620475-6053767073027596085?l=cheesycheeken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesycheeken.blogspot.com/feeds/6053767073027596085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4978437094336620475&amp;postID=6053767073027596085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978437094336620475/posts/default/6053767073027596085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978437094336620475/posts/default/6053767073027596085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesycheeken.blogspot.com/2008/11/this-is-video-of-leonard-yuru-mccoy.html' title=''/><author><name>nikki - maxfy.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11353032665153642409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRLqGFIF-uI/AAAAAAAAAJg/H0WR1AIB_3M/s1600-R/1_160171448l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4978437094336620475.post-3756578601506980171</id><published>2008-11-06T21:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T21:43:08.104-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sorry pearl, but i'm &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wayyy &lt;/span&gt;too lazy to update on the party. &gt;&lt; My cameras' with my sister, so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog update!&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, past few days haven't been quite eventful besides the workshop two days ago.&lt;br /&gt;' Professional Development Project'.&lt;br /&gt;Sounds chim, no? But its actually a jazz improvisation workshop. AHAHAH!&lt;br /&gt;Well, i took taxi with my mum &lt;3 to NUS, then met everyone else at the foyer..&lt;br /&gt;Then called Calvin ( HE'S THE LEADER, AND  YET HE'S LATE =.=" ) because he was late.&lt;br /&gt;He said he was at the drop off point and didn't know how to go up.&lt;br /&gt;( there's a sign at the drop off point, A HUGE ONE - i might point out, that says ' entrance to the YST Conservatory )&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after that we went to the Orchestra Hall... And since everybody brought their instruments except me, I was assigned to the piano! yay! And then my piano buddy was this seriously-Wuzun-lookalike guy named Tarin. I think he's vietnamese.&lt;br /&gt;And then we created music. jazz. did i mention how much i love jazz? anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Hsiao Shan and Samantha were like, OI - YOU AND TARIN LOOK SO COZY.&lt;br /&gt;Just because we played chords at the same time =.="&lt;br /&gt;BOTH OF YOU SUCK. ROAR!&lt;br /&gt;then it was break ; we had OREO AND KITKAT. wait, we also had chipsmore. yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then shannon started dipping chipsmore into her peach tea. gross.&lt;br /&gt;then she accidentally dropped the whole cookie inside..&lt;br /&gt;and ended up drinking it up. gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we ended like an hour early so we had nothing to do, and our kind leader Duncan ( violinist ) showed us around YST. I swear, its the whitest place in the world. Not a trace of colour ANYWHERE. The floor's white, the wall's white, the cupboard's white. Only the doors are wooden. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. QUIZ TIME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Do you have any big secret that you're keeping from everyone?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. I don't think so, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Whats your favourite song/piece you've ever heard/played?&lt;br /&gt;Piano :  played - Fantasie Impromptu, Chopin. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;heard - La Valse De'Amelie&lt;br /&gt;Harp : La Fille Aux Chevuex De Lin.&lt;br /&gt;( Sorry, they're all in french. AHHAH! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) What does the most recent text message in your inbox say?&lt;br /&gt;Kinda familiar, this question, no?&lt;br /&gt;Bennett - Dunno. Any that you can find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) What are you listening to now?&lt;br /&gt;my mum eating peanuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) What are you wearing?&lt;br /&gt;Brown spaghetti cotton top, striped cotton pants. hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) What is next to you?&lt;br /&gt;I swear, almost every quiz is the same.&lt;br /&gt;Claim for part-time allowance ( YS ), camera pouch, clear glue, PC Suite booklet, and a stack of textbooks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) What is your favourite place to be?&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere that's cold and sunny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Have you ever kissed anybody on the lips?&lt;br /&gt;HEHEHE. My mum :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) What is your hobby?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. MSN-ing and practising harp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Do you like this quiz?&lt;br /&gt;No. Its the same everytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, gotta go plan for stuff. BYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4978437094336620475-3756578601506980171?l=cheesycheeken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesycheeken.blogspot.com/feeds/3756578601506980171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4978437094336620475&amp;postID=3756578601506980171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978437094336620475/posts/default/3756578601506980171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978437094336620475/posts/default/3756578601506980171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesycheeken.blogspot.com/2008/11/sorry-pearl-but-im-wayyy-my-cameras.html' title=''/><author><name>nikki - maxfy.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11353032665153642409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRLqGFIF-uI/AAAAAAAAAJg/H0WR1AIB_3M/s1600-R/1_160171448l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4978437094336620475.post-7140539255979661460</id><published>2008-11-06T06:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T06:56:34.759-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>holy shizzles.&lt;br /&gt;its &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;another &lt;/span&gt;quiz.&lt;br /&gt;this time, i got tagged by cara.&lt;br /&gt;so i have an excuse :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.The last person to tag you is?&lt;br /&gt;Sally. ( in case you guys dont know, thats anisha in hyper/crazy mode )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Your relationship with him/her?&lt;br /&gt;Bestiebestiebestie FRIEND. ehehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Your 5 impression towards him/her?&lt;br /&gt;- mad.&lt;br /&gt;- pretty hair.&lt;br /&gt;- tomboy.&lt;br /&gt;- gives great advice and has a great shoulder to cry on :)&lt;br /&gt;- looks so cute when she cries. AHHAAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The most memorable thing that he/she has ever done for you?&lt;br /&gt;She... um.... &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The most memorable words that he/she has say to you?&lt;br /&gt;'hey, i'll be here for you, kay? (: besides...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. If he/she becomes your lover, you will...&lt;br /&gt;Oh that would be utterly &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;disgusting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. If he/she becomes your enemy, you will...&lt;br /&gt;cry. she's such a nice person ; i can't bear to lose someone like her :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. If he/she becomes your lover, he/she has to improve on...&lt;br /&gt;girly-ness. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wayyyy &lt;/span&gt;too tomboy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. If he/she becomes your enemy, the reason is...&lt;br /&gt;we told a secret or something? i dunno! i won't ever be her enemy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. The most desirable things to do for him/her is...&lt;br /&gt;get her whatever is on her wishlist. but..  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SHE DOESN'T HAVE A BLOG!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Overall impression towards him/her is...&lt;br /&gt;one of the nicest people in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. How do you think the people around you will feel about you?&lt;br /&gt;hyper. amused. disturbed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. The character of you for yourself is?&lt;br /&gt;hm.. hyper when on either chocolate/coffee. overall nice, but i can be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very &lt;/span&gt;protective about my friends. if you say a bad word about any one of them - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;watch out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. On contrary, the character you hate of yourself is?&lt;br /&gt;i'm way too serious when it comes to big stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. The most ideal person you want to be is?&lt;br /&gt;hmm. someone that can be like ' so what ' when things happen, the type of person who stays strong throughout their lives. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. For the person who cares and likes you, say something about them.&lt;br /&gt;whoever cares about me i love them too :) even if i don't know who you are. you're sweet. hee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Bra or panties?&lt;br /&gt;what, i can't wear both? =.="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Chocolate or ice-cream?&lt;br /&gt;hmm. hard question. i would like both at the same time though - chocolate ice-cream! but if worse comes to worse, i would choose chocolate :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. 10 people to tag.&lt;br /&gt;i won't bother tagging. no one would do it anyway. cara tagged like 50 zillion people already.&lt;br /&gt;but i'll put the list for the sake of next questions.&lt;br /&gt;1. Anisha&lt;br /&gt;2. Christie.&lt;br /&gt;3. Bennett.&lt;br /&gt;4. YuRu.&lt;br /&gt;5. Alethea.&lt;br /&gt;6. Krish.&lt;br /&gt;7. Ramsay.&lt;br /&gt;8. Xinwei.&lt;br /&gt;9. Crystal.&lt;br /&gt;10. Justine&lt;br /&gt;20. Who is number 2 having a relationship with?&lt;br /&gt;Um. ex-relationship. Not currently in any, i think . ( christie )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Is 3 a male or a female?&lt;br /&gt;( bennett ) HAHAHAHHA ITS HARD TO TELL. nah i'm not that mean. he's a he.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. If number 7 and 10 got together, would that be a good thing?&lt;br /&gt;( justine, ramsay )that would be fantastic. but NOOOO he has to go to Italy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. How about 5 and 8?&lt;br /&gt;( alethea, xinwei ) No comment. AHHAHA. it would be weird though. i think she's taller than him O.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. What is number 1 studying about?&lt;br /&gt;( anisha &lt;3 ) studying everything like me except music. She's doing va.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. When was the last time you had a chat with them?&lt;br /&gt;who's them? everyone? most of them today :)&lt;br /&gt;um anisha talked on sms. christie via msn. bennett, yuru on msn. alethea on msn. krish via phone background. ramsay, hmmm. monday. xinwei, msn. crystal, last friday. justine, today at school :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Is number 4 single?&lt;br /&gt;( yu ru )Unfortunately, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;25. Say something about number 2.&lt;br /&gt;( christie ) loveliest person. cutest facial expression. very nice. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. What do you think about number 3 and 6 being together?&lt;br /&gt;( bennett, krish ) AHAHHHAHHAHA THAT WOULD BE AS FUNNY AS HELL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Describe number 9.&lt;br /&gt;( crystal ) the BEST musicmate you could have. great to hang out with, fun to share secrets with. :) i hope she enjoys her new school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. What will you do if number 6 and 7 fights?&lt;br /&gt;( krish, ramsay ) i would be very, very, very, extremely sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if anybody tags me AGAIN for this quiz. i will refuse to do it again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4978437094336620475-7140539255979661460?l=cheesycheeken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesycheeken.blogspot.com/feeds/7140539255979661460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4978437094336620475&amp;postID=7140539255979661460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978437094336620475/posts/default/7140539255979661460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978437094336620475/posts/default/7140539255979661460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesycheeken.blogspot.com/2008/11/holy-shizzles.html' title=''/><author><name>nikki - maxfy.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11353032665153642409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRLqGFIF-uI/AAAAAAAAAJg/H0WR1AIB_3M/s1600-R/1_160171448l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4978437094336620475.post-2479427358293159803</id><published>2008-11-06T01:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T01:51:38.334-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>quiz maniac.&lt;br /&gt;got from christie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#1 Who is on your mind right now?&lt;/span&gt; Xin Wei, Christie. They're talking to me on MSN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#2 What was the last thing you said to anyone?&lt;/span&gt; I said to Xin Wei and Christie: :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#3 If you had one last drop of medication left in this world, and both your lover and your best friend is ill, who would you give it to?&lt;/span&gt;  OOOO! Hmm would the last drop of medication work? If it did, then I would have to see who needs its most, and who would affect the people around them more. I don't want to be selfish and cure my lover, and let my best friend die, only to realise that he/she's 99 other people's best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#4 What time did you go to bed last night?&lt;/span&gt; 12 + a.m. Its become a habit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#5 What is right next to you?&lt;/span&gt;My Bug-dog Flouey, my Harry Potter book, A cup of ice cream and a bloody tissue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#6 Why are you doing this?&lt;/span&gt; Cause I'm bored. I've got 3 days M.C. and I'm gonna be confined to the corners of EXTREME BOREDOM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#7 What’s going to happen in 5 minutes?&lt;/span&gt; Well, I suppose I'll still be on the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#8 What’s the best thing you have ever tasted?&lt;/span&gt; MY mum's spaghetti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#9 What contents are in your bag right now?&lt;/span&gt; Hmm. My music file, pencil box, Chronicles of Narnia ( 7 in 1 ) book, an umbrella, tissue packets, a water bottle and my wallet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#10 What school do you go to?&lt;/span&gt; I go to the awesomest School of the Arts, Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#11 What year are you in?&lt;/span&gt; 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#12 How many subjects are you taking?&lt;/span&gt; Ten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#13 What are they? (in response to q. 12)&lt;/span&gt; ARC, Lit, Maths, Science, IHSS, PE, Chinese, Music Historical Overview, Music Theory Analysis, Solo Instrumental Studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#14 Are you worried about anything today?&lt;/span&gt; No, not particularly…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#15 What were your plans for today?&lt;/span&gt; To sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#16 Where do you want to be right now?&lt;/span&gt; I'm in my bed. Its that best place to be :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#17 Craving for anything right now?&lt;/span&gt; Ben&amp;amp;Jerry's New York Super Fudge Chunk and Cookie Dough ice cream. SOOO MUCH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#18 What’s the last thing on your mind right now?&lt;/span&gt; My holiday homework XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4978437094336620475-2479427358293159803?l=cheesycheeken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesycheeken.blogspot.com/feeds/2479427358293159803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4978437094336620475&amp;postID=2479427358293159803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978437094336620475/posts/default/2479427358293159803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978437094336620475/posts/default/2479427358293159803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesycheeken.blogspot.com/2008/11/quiz-maniac.html' title=''/><author><name>nikki - maxfy.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11353032665153642409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRLqGFIF-uI/AAAAAAAAAJg/H0WR1AIB_3M/s1600-R/1_160171448l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4978437094336620475.post-4760593517434571059</id><published>2008-11-05T06:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T07:24:20.124-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>STILL too lazy to update about the party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stole from syaza. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q)If you married the person you last texted?&lt;br /&gt;( Ryan Lim, R4 ) I would scream and bury my head in chicken feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q)What did you do today?&lt;br /&gt;Went for an Improvisation ( Professional Development, actually. ?!?! ) Workshop at YST. Its at freaking Clementi. With - Dawn, YingWei, Samantha Lee, Hsiao Shan, Shannon, Brenda, Calvin, SiJing, and I forgot the last person =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q)What is one fact about the last person who called you?&lt;br /&gt;( Withheld, my house. ) Um. My mum, i think. She's my mum AHHAH! Nah she's 47.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q)How old were you when you lost your first tooth?&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q)Last time you were on the phone?&lt;br /&gt;6:14 p.m. today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q)What's for dinner?&lt;br /&gt;Roast chicken ( AGAIN ), mixed salad, bread with olive oil and coke. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q)Ever been to the Statue of Liberty?&lt;br /&gt;No. But it would be awesome :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q)How many e-mail addresses do you have?&lt;br /&gt;Three. The last one's not in use anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q)Last time you washed your hair?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q)Do you like Oreo?&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Even more, with milk! TWIST, LICK AND DUNK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q)Can you ice skate?&lt;br /&gt;Not for nuts, i can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q)Do you have a brother?&lt;br /&gt;No. but i would love to :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q)Do you know how to change a diaper?&lt;br /&gt;If you count wrapping toilet paper then hell yes i'm a Pro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q)Do you keep a planner?&lt;br /&gt;Um. I'm as disorganised as a cow in a cowshed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q)What kind of mood are you in?&lt;br /&gt;Very irritated. Xinwei and Bennett spam nudges each other, only to 'forget' that 3 other people are in the conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q)Who was the last person that helped you stop crying ?&lt;br /&gt;Myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q)If you could change your name to anything what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;I would love to change my name to Nikki!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q)Would you move to another country to be with the one you love?&lt;br /&gt;Eh. Depends on WHOM is it that I love, i love tooooo many people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q)Have you ever talked on the phone while in the shower?&lt;br /&gt;YES. AHAHAHA. I used speaker &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q) Are you afraid of falling in love?&lt;br /&gt;What's there to be afraid about? To fall out of it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random blogsurfing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name?: Nicolette Chin Chien Hui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Age?: 12 going on 13 this 16/12!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hair color?: Dark brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy with it?: Quite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eye color?:Dark brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy with it?: Hmm. Quite, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If not, what would you change it to?: Grey :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skin color?: DARK DARK DARK DARK brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FavoritesColor?: Blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food?: My mum's &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Animal?: Dwarf rabbit. I would love to own one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smell?: After rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Website?: Hmmm. http://www.crazymonkey.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast food?: Mac's. There ain't no question bout THAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Activity?: MSN-ing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TV Show?: THE NANNY / Spongebob Squarepants / Hannah Montana . ( FOR THE COMEDY. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actor?: I have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actress?:Nicole Kidman :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movie?: Eagle Eye/Harry Potter series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoe brand?: Converse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Board Game?: Life XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Video Game?: Hmm. Probably WormsII /Time Crisis IV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usernames?: cheesycheeken, moomooocow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Bzoink?: What the effing hell is that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On LiveJournal?: I dont have a livejournal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Blurty?: AHAHAHAHA that sounds like some sort of drink. NO I DONT HAVE A USERNAME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Neopets?: Heehee I don't play Neopets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This or That?Coke or Pepsi?: Coke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black or White?: Black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer or Winter?: Summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spring or Fall?: Fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mountains or Plains?: Mountains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rock or Pop?: Both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeans or Khackis?: Jeans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shorts or Capris?: Shorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Message Boards or E-mail?: E-mail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some good friends or a lot of bad ones?: Some good friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TV or computer?: Compootuh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cordless phone or cell?: Cell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MSN or AIM?: MSN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Survey or Quiz?: Quiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pink or Red?: Pink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas or Easter?: Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the same blog. This girl is some quizzer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01. What have you been doing recently?&lt;br /&gt;MSN-ing. SMS-ing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02. Do you ever turn you cell phone off?&lt;br /&gt;Nope! But its always on silent =.="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;03. What happened at 10.00am today?&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm. I was sleeping i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04. When did you last cry?&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;05. Believe in fate/destiny?&lt;br /&gt;Depends on what kind of situation it is on. But in terms of romance, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06. What do you want in your life right now?&lt;br /&gt;To go out everyday. I can't STAND being at home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;07. Do you carry an umbrella when it rains, or just put up your hood?&lt;br /&gt;I use an umbrella. My hoodie ain't waterproof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;08. What's your favourite thing to have on your bed?&lt;br /&gt;My bug-dog Flouey! I think i've mentioned her before :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09. What bottom are you wearing now?&lt;br /&gt;Um, my undies. HAHHAAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What's the nicest text in your inbox say?&lt;br /&gt;can i say its two?&lt;br /&gt;I wont mention the whole sms.&lt;br /&gt;".................. Cheer up :) "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Do you tend to make a relationship complicated?&lt;br /&gt;Whats the point of making a relationship complicated? I wouldn't be a good girlfriend then, would i.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Are you wearing anything you borrowed from someone?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What was the last movie you caught?&lt;br /&gt;High School Musical 3 ( in the cinema. )&lt;br /&gt;Homeless to Harvard ( at home. )&lt;br /&gt;I know, its all starting with H.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What are you proud of?&lt;br /&gt;My medals for Gymnastics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What does the oldest text message in your inbox say?&lt;br /&gt;McCoy - " Later I giv u answer. I trying negotiate wif parents. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What was the last song you sang out loud?&lt;br /&gt;Can I Have This Dance - High School Musical 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.Do you have any nicknames?&lt;br /&gt;Nikki. Sand Particle, Nicky Dicky. Anything you name is my nickname. =.="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What does your last received text message say?&lt;br /&gt;'Ryan - Dont maybe me! Your silangtao maybe ah! You tell me in within next week please. Thanks! Ooh to the eeh the ooh the ah ah "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What time did you go to bed last night?&lt;br /&gt;about 12+ a.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Are you currently happy?&lt;br /&gt;Quite~ Xinwei and Bennett have gone offline so I finally have peace with Christie and Yuru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Who gives you best advice?&lt;br /&gt;My mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Do you eat whipped cream straight from the can?&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA. If its spray cream, yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Who did you talk on phone last night?&lt;br /&gt;Hm.. Last night? Alethea/Justine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Is anything bugging you right now?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. What/who was the last thing/person to make you laugh?&lt;br /&gt;Bennett.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Do you wear toe socks?&lt;br /&gt;nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Who was the last person you missed a call from?&lt;br /&gt;Dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Have you ever had your heartbroken?&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmmmm. No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. What annoys you most in a person?&lt;br /&gt;HAAAHAHAHAHAHAH its kinda obvious. He irritates almost everybody else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Do you have a crush on anyone?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. But getting over him :) Tryin to, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Have you ever done cocaine?&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA NO, and i will NEVER ever do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. What is the colour of your room?&lt;br /&gt;White.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Would you kill someone you hate for a billion dollars?&lt;br /&gt;No. But in Runescape/Maple/WoW/DotA, HELL YESS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Do you believe in the saying of :"talk is cheap?"&lt;br /&gt;No. My phone bill's exploded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Who was the last person to lie in your bed?&lt;br /&gt;Me, myself, me, me, myself, myself, me, me, myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Who was the last person to hug you?&lt;br /&gt;My mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Did anyone see the last person you kissed?&lt;br /&gt;Um. My sister ( I kissed my mum. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Do you have a life?Do u hav a brain?&lt;br /&gt;Yes. What a SILLY question!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Have you ever thought someone died, when they really didnt die?&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea cause I haven't confirmed yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. What is the reason behind your profile song??&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Cause Ryan hooked me up with it - It was on the Teacher's Day Slideshow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Who was the last person you saw in your dream?&lt;br /&gt;I think it was... Cara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Last time you smiled?&lt;br /&gt;1 minute ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Have you changed this year?&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't say, because I can't compare myself to myself, can I? only others :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. What are you listening right now ?&lt;br /&gt;La Valse d'Amelie, piano song. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QFY1m3OD0jY&lt;br /&gt;Its lovely! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Are you talking to someone when you doing this?&lt;br /&gt;Nope. I just signed out of MSN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Do you walk with your eyes open or closed?&lt;br /&gt;Open. But if tired, closed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Is there a quote you live by?&lt;br /&gt;Hehe. No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Do you want someone you cannot have?&lt;br /&gt;Um..... I've already answered this before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Have you ever played an instrument?&lt;br /&gt;Anklong, recorder, piano, guitar, harp, keyboard, electone, violin, cello, double bass, drums, percussion instruments ( marimba, xylophone, etc. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played, but ain't mastered. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. What was the worst idea you've had in week?&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA to bounce back and forth on the green line ( MRT )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. What were you doing last night at 11.00pm?&lt;br /&gt;Reading Harry Potter - The Deathly Hallows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. Are you happy with your love life right now?&lt;br /&gt;Not quite. HAHA. But i'm satisfied, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. What song best describe your love life?&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm. Lemme see! 'When you're gone' - Avril Lavigne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. Does the person know that you like him/her?&lt;br /&gt;No. At least I hope not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. Who always make you laugh?&lt;br /&gt;Bennett, Justine, Anisha, Krish, Ramsay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. Do you speak other language other than English?.&lt;br /&gt;Chinese, teensy bit of French.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. Favourite website?&lt;br /&gt;www.blogger.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. What's your middle name?&lt;br /&gt;Don't have one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. What are you doing tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;Having a dental operation. Sigh, I have to starve the whole day!!! NO MEAT! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. What do you think you are like?&lt;br /&gt;I am like Nicolette Chin Chien Hui. She's the most wonderful girl on planet Earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61. Who will you choose to die with?&lt;br /&gt;Myself. o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62. Where have you been today?&lt;br /&gt;Home, YST, bus 96, taxi, 5/6 of the Green line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63. What game do you play often?&lt;br /&gt;Audition. AHHAHAAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64. Who are you missing right now?&lt;br /&gt;Everybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. If you have to choose between friend n loves, who will you choose?&lt;br /&gt;I would choose both, if possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66. What are you doing right now?&lt;br /&gt;Answering this quiz. =.=" Kinda obvious, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67. Which primary school are you from?&lt;br /&gt;Parry Primary School, CHIJ. St Nicholas Girls School.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68. Name 3 colours that you like?&lt;br /&gt;Blue, Purple, White.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69. What emotion you like to show?&lt;br /&gt;Um. Happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70. What is your life to you?&lt;br /&gt;My life. O.O Um. Preventing the extinction of my species. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71. If you have something troubling you, what will you do?&lt;br /&gt;I would tell Anisha. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72. Who did you last chat in msn today?&lt;br /&gt;YuRu, Christie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73. Who do you admire most?&lt;br /&gt;My Mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74. Which month are you born in?&lt;br /&gt;December.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75. How are you feeling right now?&lt;br /&gt;Bored. This quiz is so random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76. What is the time now?&lt;br /&gt;11:19 P.M.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;77. What kind of person do u think the one who tagged u is??&lt;br /&gt;I stole this quiz while blogsurfing. But she is one dang devoted quiz-answerer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78.What colour did you use to dye hair?&lt;br /&gt;I'm 12. I didn't, haven't, and shouldn't dye my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79. Why are you doing this test?&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm bored and Anisha's bugging me to update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80. What do you do when you're moody?&lt;br /&gt;Eat Ben&amp;amp;Jerry's NewYorkSuperFudgeChunk and CookieDough Ice cream!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81. At which age you wish to get married?&lt;br /&gt;Twenty four - seven sounds good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;82. Who is more important to you?&lt;br /&gt;More important than..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;83. If today is the last day of your life, what will YOU DO?&lt;br /&gt;I would do the wackiest things possible with the people I'm close to :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;84. Who is the person you trust the most?&lt;br /&gt;Anisha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;85. Do you believe in seeing a rainbow after a rain?&lt;br /&gt;YES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;86. If you have a dream come true, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;For me to have 10000 wishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;87. What is your goal for this year?&lt;br /&gt;The year's ending in about a month. But I have &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;quite&lt;/span&gt; a list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;88. Do you believe in eternity love?&lt;br /&gt;Eternity love? MAN the person who created this quiz has GOTTA improve on the grammar, man? No, I don't, by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89. What feeling do you love most?&lt;br /&gt;Being hyper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90. Do you really think its Global Warming now?&lt;br /&gt;YES. Well duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;91. What feeling you hate the most?&lt;br /&gt;Boredom, loneliness, jealousy, sadness. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;92. Do you cherish every single friendship of yours?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;93. Do you believe in God?&lt;br /&gt;YES. Although I have no religion :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;94. Who cares for you most?&lt;br /&gt;hmm. I have no idea, I gotta ask everyone first :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;95. What do you think is the most important thing in your life?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Others. Not me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;96. What will you bring when you fight?&lt;br /&gt;I would bring a pillow, gun, shield, and a magic wand. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;97. What have you done regretted doing in your whole life?&lt;br /&gt;Not studying for exams. Didn't do my IDU essay properly and now i got 39.8 for it. =.=" Pulled my overall down BAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;98. What would you feel if no one no longer cares for you?&lt;br /&gt;I would care for myself. No point burying myself in self-pity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99. What if your stead two-timed you?&lt;br /&gt;I would slap him and kick his balls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100.HOW DO YOU FEEL NOW?&lt;br /&gt;Irritated by the person who did this quiz. He/She needs a serious grammar lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) Seize the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4978437094336620475-4760593517434571059?l=cheesycheeken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesycheeken.blogspot.com/feeds/4760593517434571059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4978437094336620475&amp;postID=4760593517434571059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978437094336620475/posts/default/4760593517434571059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978437094336620475/posts/default/4760593517434571059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesycheeken.blogspot.com/2008/11/still-too-lazy-to-update-about-party.html' title=''/><author><name>nikki - maxfy.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11353032665153642409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRLqGFIF-uI/AAAAAAAAAJg/H0WR1AIB_3M/s1600-R/1_160171448l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4978437094336620475.post-5025908937431412345</id><published>2008-11-04T05:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T05:08:42.230-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I realised.&lt;br /&gt;Just staring at his name makes me feel happy :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4978437094336620475-5025908937431412345?l=cheesycheeken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesycheeken.blogspot.com/feeds/5025908937431412345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4978437094336620475&amp;postID=5025908937431412345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978437094336620475/posts/default/5025908937431412345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978437094336620475/posts/default/5025908937431412345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesycheeken.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-realised.html' title=''/><author><name>nikki - maxfy.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11353032665153642409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRLqGFIF-uI/AAAAAAAAAJg/H0WR1AIB_3M/s1600-R/1_160171448l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4978437094336620475.post-9053153196780302697</id><published>2008-11-04T03:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T03:32:17.629-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>doodoodoo. STILL HAVEN'T GOT THE PICTURES YET.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i have discovered that mashed potatoes are officially evil.&lt;br /&gt;THEY BURNED MY THIRD FINGER SO NOW I'M TYPING WITHOUT MY THIRD FINGER.&lt;br /&gt;so thats long-form for-&lt;br /&gt;i'm typing slowly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Found this video on youtube ( credits to Leonard for taking it. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HddEyYZCKVk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HddEyYZCKVk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="217" height="172"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4978437094336620475-9053153196780302697?l=cheesycheeken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesycheeken.blogspot.com/feeds/9053153196780302697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4978437094336620475&amp;postID=9053153196780302697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978437094336620475/posts/default/9053153196780302697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978437094336620475/posts/default/9053153196780302697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesycheeken.blogspot.com/2008/11/doodoodoo.html' title=''/><author><name>nikki - maxfy.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11353032665153642409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRLqGFIF-uI/AAAAAAAAAJg/H0WR1AIB_3M/s1600-R/1_160171448l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4978437094336620475.post-2571763960803811698</id><published>2008-11-03T06:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T06:56:44.382-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't have this pictures of my party today so yeah i'll just post about 100 of the many things I adore. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Bird flying in flocks in the sky.&lt;br /&gt;2. Water around my feet.&lt;br /&gt;3. The smell of honey.&lt;br /&gt;4.  Riding waves and floating on them.&lt;br /&gt;5.  Hot, roasted marshmallows.&lt;br /&gt;6. Either very fresh or very dry flowers.&lt;br /&gt;7. Roller blading ( It makes me feel like i'm gliding! )&lt;br /&gt;8. Hugging.&lt;br /&gt;9. Wet picnics ( Picnics in the rain )&lt;br /&gt;10. Wearing almost-dry clothes, but just not that dry yet :)&lt;br /&gt;11. Fluffy pillows&lt;br /&gt;12. Not very noisy music, just music with strong beats&lt;br /&gt;13. The beach&lt;br /&gt;14. Zoomed-in portraits of people.&lt;br /&gt;15. Bulky cameras!&lt;br /&gt;16. Wasting time with people - e.g. bouncing from train terminals to another.&lt;br /&gt;17. My fluffy bug-dog Flouey! Its so nice to hug &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;18. Christie's facial expressions.&lt;br /&gt;19. Acts of small kindness.&lt;br /&gt;20. Small pendants.&lt;br /&gt;21. Bitter-sweet coffee.&lt;br /&gt;22. Climbing trees. ( Mainly just climbing. )&lt;br /&gt;23. The cold after the rain, maybe the smell too.&lt;br /&gt;24. Sparkly dew.&lt;br /&gt;25. The sound of the wind against the trees.&lt;br /&gt;26. Sunsets.&lt;br /&gt;27. Ballet pointe shoe ribbons.&lt;br /&gt;28. Marble floors. ( Or any smooth surface, really. )&lt;br /&gt;29. The colour of of bubblegum.&lt;br /&gt;30. Ramsay's voice.  :)&lt;br /&gt;31. Sneakers with lovely shoelaces / prints.&lt;br /&gt;32. Sweet popcorn.&lt;br /&gt;33. Crickets at night.&lt;br /&gt;34. Taking an empty bus at night with a close friend.&lt;br /&gt;35. Flying kites.&lt;br /&gt;36. Wild mushrooms at a random spot.&lt;br /&gt;37. Old swings / playgrounds.&lt;br /&gt;38. Lemon trees &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;39. French accents.&lt;br /&gt;40. Any ornament that looks like food e.g. food keychains, calculators.&lt;br /&gt;41. Soft ice cream on a cold day.&lt;br /&gt;42. Any musical piece that reminds me of memories / listening to someone practice a piece with love. Its really beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;43. Young baby/child actors. Especially little girls with adorable English accents.&lt;br /&gt;44. Listening to music before/during I sleep.&lt;br /&gt;45. Reading books.&lt;br /&gt;46. The sound of rustling paper ( I hate the sound of rustling styrofoam, by the way. )&lt;br /&gt;47. Pictures that consist of green and blue.&lt;br /&gt;48. Beautifully binded books.&lt;br /&gt;49. Oil Pastel paintings.&lt;br /&gt;50. Beautiful cathedrals, stone carvings or statues. ( notre dame is a good example. )&lt;br /&gt;51. Autumn leaves, red - gold - and brown leaves.&lt;br /&gt;52. Drinking from a glass. Especially clear drinks.&lt;br /&gt;53. Roses in a white porcelain vase.&lt;br /&gt;54. Tissues that have no scent.&lt;br /&gt;55. Clear glue.&lt;br /&gt;56. Old books with yellowing pages that make a beautiful sound when a page is turned.&lt;br /&gt;57. HARPS, of course.&lt;br /&gt;58. The sound of bouncing ping pong balls.&lt;br /&gt;59. The noise when a fast tennis ball is hit. *pok!*&lt;br /&gt;60. Fantasy, magic and sci-fi books.&lt;br /&gt;61. Unicorns. WHITE ONES.&lt;br /&gt;62. The sound of many violins playing together.&lt;br /&gt;63. Dancing girls in white, flowy dresses.&lt;br /&gt;64. The sound of pouring rain.&lt;br /&gt;65. Calibri font. XD&lt;br /&gt;66. Wooden bars. I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;67. Chocolate. Dark/milk.&lt;br /&gt;68. Paramore lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;69. Binded books that have a laminated cover. I think they're pretty.&lt;br /&gt;70. The sound of bouncing basketballs.&lt;br /&gt;71. The sound of grass being run on.&lt;br /&gt;72. French knots ( Hairstyle. )&lt;br /&gt;73. French songs.&lt;br /&gt;74. Little cafes in the middle of nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;75. Alleyways with colourful windows.&lt;br /&gt;76. The sound of  a strummed guitar.&lt;br /&gt;77. Furry sheep-skin carpets.&lt;br /&gt;78. iPod earphones. They're sexy.&lt;br /&gt;79. Hot drinks in white porcelain cups, in saucers.&lt;br /&gt;80. Stripes.&lt;br /&gt;81. Husky voices from old women.&lt;br /&gt;82. Pure white hair.&lt;br /&gt;83. Spirally, swirly, or curvily designed ( printed ) items.&lt;br /&gt;84. Handmade items.&lt;br /&gt;85. Wavy, shiny hair.&lt;br /&gt;86. Riding a bike fast when you're wet.&lt;br /&gt;87. Sitting on the beach.&lt;br /&gt;88. Little notes from close people.&lt;br /&gt;89. Neat, cursive handwriting.&lt;br /&gt;90. Long lists :D&lt;br /&gt;91. Stacked items. ( Pyramids of canned lychee, for example. )&lt;br /&gt;92. Big dictionaries.&lt;br /&gt;93. Justine's laugh.&lt;br /&gt;94. Cold milk.&lt;br /&gt;95. The feeling of running your fingers through a silky skein of hair.&lt;br /&gt;96. Frangipanis in my hair.&lt;br /&gt;97. Seeing a couple hold hands.&lt;br /&gt;98. Kids playing skipping ropes.&lt;br /&gt;99. Kids asking innocent questions to their mums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;100.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Beautiful blue eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thats about it, a hundred of the millions of things I adore, but I can't just remember at the moment. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4978437094336620475-2571763960803811698?l=cheesycheeken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesycheeken.blogspot.com/feeds/2571763960803811698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4978437094336620475&amp;postID=2571763960803811698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978437094336620475/posts/default/2571763960803811698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978437094336620475/posts/default/2571763960803811698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesycheeken.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-dont-have-this-pictures-of-my-party.html' title=''/><author><name>nikki - maxfy.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11353032665153642409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRLqGFIF-uI/AAAAAAAAAJg/H0WR1AIB_3M/s1600-R/1_160171448l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4978437094336620475.post-1380589124751179004</id><published>2008-11-01T05:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T05:12:00.839-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OWii-7bL2Bc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OWii-7bL2Bc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="217" height="172"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4978437094336620475-1380589124751179004?l=cheesycheeken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesycheeken.blogspot.com/feeds/1380589124751179004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4978437094336620475&amp;postID=1380589124751179004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978437094336620475/posts/default/1380589124751179004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978437094336620475/posts/default/1380589124751179004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesycheeken.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>nikki - maxfy.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11353032665153642409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRLqGFIF-uI/AAAAAAAAAJg/H0WR1AIB_3M/s1600-R/1_160171448l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4978437094336620475.post-1026978757669948441</id><published>2008-11-01T03:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T03:52:18.091-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;"What have I got?&lt;br /&gt;I got my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;Thats all I got."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4978437094336620475-1026978757669948441?l=cheesycheeken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesycheeken.blogspot.com/feeds/1026978757669948441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4978437094336620475&amp;postID=1026978757669948441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978437094336620475/posts/default/1026978757669948441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978437094336620475/posts/default/1026978757669948441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesycheeken.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-do-i-got-i-got-my-dreams.html' title=''/><author><name>nikki - maxfy.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11353032665153642409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRLqGFIF-uI/AAAAAAAAAJg/H0WR1AIB_3M/s1600-R/1_160171448l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4978437094336620475.post-8500025576801847620</id><published>2008-11-01T01:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T01:58:41.222-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ehehehehe!&lt;br /&gt;I know i usually, during school, update every 4 days or so, but now i update at least 4 times a day.. The pure cause is boredom, and that there's no school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;copied from kat. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides your lips, where is your favorite spot to get kissed?&lt;br /&gt;Cheek :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did you feel when you woke up this morning?&lt;br /&gt;Sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you took a picture of?&lt;br /&gt;Myself drinking Jolly Shandy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How often do you see your ex?&lt;br /&gt;Eh. I don't have one in Singapore. Anyway he's in Australia so. Probably once every 210391023 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you ever donate blood?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. when i'm finally not sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had a best friend who was of the opposite sex?&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Still is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you want someone dead?&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm.... xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does your last text message say?&lt;br /&gt;"Seriously? She doesn't like him anymore though. lol."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you thinking about right now?&lt;br /&gt;Um. Pocketful of Sunshine lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you wish someone was with you right now?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Anyone in the world. Even Romit, cause i'm so effing bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What time did you go to sleep last night?&lt;br /&gt;12.40 A.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did you buy the shirt you're wearing now?&lt;br /&gt;Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is someone on your mind right now?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person to text you?&lt;br /&gt;Crystal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you consider yourself to be spoiled?&lt;br /&gt;Nope. But in terms of friends, very.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you listening to right now?&lt;br /&gt;Pocketful of Sunshine ( on my blog . haha. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you sing at all today?&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When's the last time you cried?&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who were you with yesterday?&lt;br /&gt;Friends - Bennett, Yuru, Christie, Jonathan, Jing Jie, Samir, Ryan, Alethea, Tania, Me. ( for the movie. Other than that, the whole school. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you miss anyone?&lt;br /&gt;Not anyone, but everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person in your bed?&lt;br /&gt;Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever share a drink with your number one?&lt;br /&gt;Number one? What, a math book?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you want someone you can't have?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if i can't have him. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When did you last talk to your brother or sister?&lt;br /&gt;Last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where were you at 2:02 am this morning?&lt;br /&gt;On my bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to tell someone something?&lt;br /&gt;eh. i'm talking to people on MSN right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever liked somebody and never told them?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you keeping a secret from the one you love who needs to know the truth?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Everyone I love knows everything about me. Well, almost everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you hate the last person you kissed?&lt;br /&gt;(Alethea) Hell, no! BUT IT WAS ON THE CHEEK. she kissed me, not that I kissed her XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4978437094336620475-8500025576801847620?l=cheesycheeken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesycheeken.blogspot.com/feeds/8500025576801847620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4978437094336620475&amp;postID=8500025576801847620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978437094336620475/posts/default/8500025576801847620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978437094336620475/posts/default/8500025576801847620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesycheeken.blogspot.com/2008/11/ehehehehe-i-know-i-usually-during.html' title=''/><author><name>nikki - maxfy.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11353032665153642409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRLqGFIF-uI/AAAAAAAAAJg/H0WR1AIB_3M/s1600-R/1_160171448l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4978437094336620475.post-2013411048280851183</id><published>2008-10-31T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T23:15:46.569-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>(12:59 PM ) 1/11/08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the tagbox is working alright now.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it needed to get used to the skin XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe i just woke up 10 minutes ago?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I slept at about 12a.m. last night.&lt;br /&gt;Its the first time i slept for more than 12 hours for the whole year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1:35 PM ) edit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAA I JUST FOUND OUT BENNETT PRACTICES IN HIS CLOTHES TO MAKE IT SOFTER. AAHHAHAHAHA. and that this morning he woke up, took out seven harry potter books from his bookshelf, and went back to bed again, only to wake up on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weirdest things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO! Monfucius says that when strange things happen, it means you don't read harry potter books enough.&lt;br /&gt;Your inner Dumbledore is calling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. anyone know how to make the imeem music play by itself without clicking play? :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( 2:05PM ) edit&lt;br /&gt;And now I shall blog about my dream!&lt;br /&gt;Just yesterday I was playing counterstrike, see.&lt;br /&gt;And I think I dreamt about something like counterstrike, in a GIANT castle in a GIANT place.. Where there's hills and stuff, and roads up the hills and there's huge black carved gates. Surrounding the castle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I think I was with Anisha, Christie and a few of my harp pals, and we were all holding guns.&lt;br /&gt;Exactly like the machine guns in Counterstrike. Our target was the evil king and queen, i think. They were very old and short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Advantage was that we could shapeshift ( like the DOTA characters, LOL ) and so we could have different powers, persuasions, affliates and guns, etc.&lt;br /&gt;Disadvantage?&lt;br /&gt;The kings and queens knew when we shapeshifted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then yeah i think my dad worked in some zoo, and the king and queen was inside. So I managed to persuade the people at the door that i was visiting my dad.. Yeah and then they bought it, but 2 seconds later they found out. So yeah we were running and shooting and then the B-Boys joined in. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I woke up because my mum was calling me.. Just right before I was about to shoot the king!!! ZZZZZ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay bennett's spamming my msn. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4978437094336620475-2013411048280851183?l=cheesycheeken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesycheeken.blogspot.com/feeds/2013411048280851183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4978437094336620475&amp;postID=2013411048280851183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978437094336620475/posts/default/2013411048280851183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978437094336620475/posts/default/2013411048280851183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesycheeken.blogspot.com/2008/10/1259-pm-11108-i-think-tagbox-is-working.html' title=''/><author><name>nikki - maxfy.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11353032665153642409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRLqGFIF-uI/AAAAAAAAAJg/H0WR1AIB_3M/s1600-R/1_160171448l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4978437094336620475.post-4845915542166977570</id><published>2008-10-31T07:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T08:02:03.634-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>By the way, tagbox ain't working so you should press TRY AGAIN on the button there. yeah. that should work :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* EDIT *&lt;br /&gt;I realised it only works for READING the tagbox, so i'll try and get a new one asap. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4978437094336620475-4845915542166977570?l=cheesycheeken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesycheeken.blogspot.com/feeds/4845915542166977570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4978437094336620475&amp;postID=4845915542166977570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978437094336620475/posts/default/4845915542166977570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978437094336620475/posts/default/4845915542166977570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesycheeken.blogspot.com/2008/10/by-way-tagbox-aint-working-so-you.html' title=''/><author><name>nikki - maxfy.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11353032665153642409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRLqGFIF-uI/AAAAAAAAAJg/H0WR1AIB_3M/s1600-R/1_160171448l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4978437094336620475.post-4636444844162061259</id><published>2008-10-31T07:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T07:23:46.305-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today sucked.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, yeah i'm promoted to year 2 but so much bad news were presented today.&lt;br /&gt;Ramsay's migrating to Italy, and he's&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; not &lt;/span&gt;coming back.&lt;br /&gt;Crystal's not staying in SOTA.&lt;br /&gt;Nishok's not staying in SOTA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Ramsay said today,&lt;br /&gt;' You don't know what you have until its gone, '&lt;br /&gt;and Bennett&lt;br /&gt;' Whats gone is gone, it'll never come back '&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really, truly sad.&lt;br /&gt;Me, Anisha, Justine, Krish and Alethea were seriously sobbing..&lt;br /&gt;But as usual, Ramsay didn't shed a tear.&lt;br /&gt;But even &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thaddeaus &lt;/span&gt;cried.&lt;br /&gt;Its depressing.&lt;br /&gt;Ramsay's going next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crystal's like, my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;best&lt;/span&gt; female musicmate.&lt;br /&gt;We would hang out alot after school almost everyday.&lt;br /&gt;And now she's going too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's not fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;What about my daily Nishok hugs?&lt;br /&gt;The Anderson song, the retardness?&lt;br /&gt;Krish would be so lonely.&lt;br /&gt;His two best friends, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But he would still have us&lt;br /&gt;But the loss is still great&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So yeah, we're visiting Ramsay on Monday at his house.&lt;br /&gt;Gatecrashing.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm moving my b'day celebration to ( this coming ) Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;just so that Ramsay can come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a slightly different note. I shall blog about the past three days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Messiaen Day ( 29/10 )&lt;br /&gt;- Moments of Tranquility ( 30/10 )&lt;br /&gt;- High School Musical 3 ( 31/10 )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting with MD!&lt;br /&gt;It all started in the morning with sleepiness and the Boggle tournament,&lt;br /&gt;so McCoy was sleeping on a bag ( at around 11 30 ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SQsIbgWy80I/AAAAAAAAAGc/Dv8NEIhDvTQ/s1600-h/DSC02628.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SQsIbgWy80I/AAAAAAAAAGc/Dv8NEIhDvTQ/s320/DSC02628.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263309858147595074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then me, Christie, Anisha, Bennett joined in. With jing jie being extra. And&lt;br /&gt;Leonard too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SQsJEaZI38I/AAAAAAAAAHE/UMdCFWHioqs/s1600-h/DSC02644.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SQsJEaZI38I/AAAAAAAAAHE/UMdCFWHioqs/s320/DSC02644.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263310560921444290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SQsJDhvnHgI/AAAAAAAAAGk/Uyjhqorl34U/s1600-h/DSC02616.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SQsJDhvnHgI/AAAAAAAAAGk/Uyjhqorl34U/s320/DSC02616.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263310545714880002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SQsJEJM2SyI/AAAAAAAAAGs/EXJ_nXLOQIY/s1600-h/DSC02636.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SQsJEJM2SyI/AAAAAAAAAGs/EXJ_nXLOQIY/s320/DSC02636.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263310556306492194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we decided to add clothes ( bennett's, by the way. Its actually quite soft.&lt;br /&gt;LOL. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SQsJEaT5PvI/AAAAAAAAAG0/4AQPuxowrt8/s1600-h/DSC02640.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SQsJEaT5PvI/AAAAAAAAAG0/4AQPuxowrt8/s320/DSC02640.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263310560899448562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then Nishok joined in. ( :( )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SQsJEfz7_iI/AAAAAAAAAG8/1jC8wGESnGg/s1600-h/DSC02641.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SQsJEfz7_iI/AAAAAAAAAG8/1jC8wGESnGg/s320/DSC02641.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263310562376023586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. I think after that we went for. Lunch. and then we played a very daring game of Truth or Dare. Quite amusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then us music students had to go for the Messiaen Organ Workshop, which i ALMOST slept throughout. It was fascinating but i was really really tired. :(&lt;br /&gt;Then yeah me, Charlene, YuRu, Bennett, Marcus, XinWei and Ryan went walking to.. Eh. Funan.&lt;br /&gt;Then yeah we were waiting outside for Christie and Anisha and then when we DID see them I ran towards them like a mad fool. Wahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah then we went up to the food court :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SQsNflYvqiI/AAAAAAAAAHc/XilZLGKRPd4/s1600-h/DSC02658.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SQsNflYvqiI/AAAAAAAAAHc/XilZLGKRPd4/s320/DSC02658.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263315425775561250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SQsNflEtp0I/AAAAAAAAAHU/pxyxXtjN4Vk/s1600-h/DSC02657.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SQsNflEtp0I/AAAAAAAAAHU/pxyxXtjN4Vk/s320/DSC02657.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263315425691543362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SQsNfSvODWI/AAAAAAAAAHM/zfx35ZTAOLI/s1600-h/DSC02656.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SQsNfSvODWI/AAAAAAAAAHM/zfx35ZTAOLI/s320/DSC02656.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263315420769553762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of us were eating except Anisha and Xin Wei. Poor souls! Anisha said she usually eats at 9 and Xin Wei simply didn't have any money ( he ate out of his bag, some chinese snack later. )&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. About 12037491028743 of us were eating pepper lunch, and only Bennett, yuru and Christie were eating something BESIDES pepper lunch. And then Yung Chi arrived and she also ate pepper lunch. I think she ate some sort of beef cube set which was HUGE and Xin wei was eyeing the plate hungrily. omgwtfbbq lol.&lt;br /&gt;The rest of us were like scrumging our food XDXD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SQsNfjvXQTI/AAAAAAAAAHk/8qos3bw4hGk/s1600-h/DSC02659.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SQsNfjvXQTI/AAAAAAAAAHk/8qos3bw4hGk/s320/DSC02659.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263315425333559602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm sitting on the right of Christie, Charlene's next to me and Yung Chi's next to Jing Jie and Anisha's between Bennett and Yu Ru and Yu Ru's on Christie's left. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Then we realised it was only 6:22pm ( Yes, i DO remember ) and so we went walking around Funan. Jing Jie said he thought that this place was very tech for a shopping mall and all of us pointed out that Funan was actually FUNAN the DIGITALIFE mall. What a slow sloth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Charlene found this random statue of some bunny. ( distorted, by the way ) and said it was cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SQsOgdptLSI/AAAAAAAAAHs/34u6lLGei-g/s1600-h/DSC02660.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SQsOgdptLSI/AAAAAAAAAHs/34u6lLGei-g/s320/DSC02660.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263316540390714658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah thats WoW ( otherwise known as DOTA ). All the guys were in some shop and drooling over the items. seriously, it was WOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SQsOgq1UmZI/AAAAAAAAAH0/JJOOPWNPcPM/s1600-h/DSC02661.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SQsOgq1UmZI/AAAAAAAAAH0/JJOOPWNPcPM/s320/DSC02661.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263316543929096594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then yeah Anisha and Yung Chi left, i think, before we started walking. Then they called me to say that they were lost. =="&lt;br /&gt;Doushs.&lt;br /&gt;And so we went outside Funan and started stoning.&lt;br /&gt;XinWei became a statue.&lt;br /&gt;And yeah we all started kicking him and he wouldn't respond. hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SQsPEQ0LuWI/AAAAAAAAAH8/U7F2PLUrYUo/s1600-h/DSC02662.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SQsPEQ0LuWI/AAAAAAAAAH8/U7F2PLUrYUo/s320/DSC02662.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263317155420289378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Marcus started telling Yo Momma jokes and making us all laugh.&lt;br /&gt;Like,&lt;br /&gt;' Your momma's so stupid she studied for a blood test, ' etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we realised it was pointless waiting for Anisha and Yung Chi and decided&lt;br /&gt;to walk back to VCH. Then A and YC called us saying that they were already there, so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was the concert. zzz. Keng wee sat behind me so yeah he was saying he would get revenge for me kicking his chair during the UBS Verbier concert. Wahahhaa. So I switched seats with Charlene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the concert started and I started drawing. HooHoo.&lt;br /&gt;Then Christie started drawing.&lt;br /&gt;Then Yu Ru started drawing.&lt;br /&gt;Then I drew a funny man on my hand, and I named him Bruce. I was like mouthing the hand whenever they played a note on the organ, and that made Charlene, Yu Ru, Christie and Xin Wei ( He was behind me, so he could see everything ) laugh like hell. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah then the concert ended, and we decided to go to Esplanade's B-Boy place, since like its near City Hall and all. Bennett lived in Pasir Ris so me and Christie decided to wait for him to go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SQsQj7MjTQI/AAAAAAAAAIE/W_xtgqEj_YE/s1600-h/DSC02673.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SQsQj7MjTQI/AAAAAAAAAIE/W_xtgqEj_YE/s320/DSC02673.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263318798884359426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, later, on the way, we started to climb trees.&lt;br /&gt;Again.&lt;br /&gt;Then Xin Wei started climbing this really tall tree, and Yu Ru joined him as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( sorry for the bad image quality, it was late at night. And btw, this is in backward order. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SQsQklWhO-I/AAAAAAAAAIk/PU-ngKszJso/s1600-h/DSC02677.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SQsQklWhO-I/AAAAAAAAAIk/PU-ngKszJso/s320/DSC02677.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263318810200456162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SQsQknmvpNI/AAAAAAAAAIc/uQI0HwHxSB4/s1600-h/DSC02676.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SQsQknmvpNI/AAAAAAAAAIc/uQI0HwHxSB4/s320/DSC02676.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263318810805380306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SQsQkPQLyDI/AAAAAAAAAIU/zSl3OFmqWJk/s1600-h/DSC02675.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SQsQkPQLyDI/AAAAAAAAAIU/zSl3OFmqWJk/s320/DSC02675.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263318804268304434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;( xinwei's on top, yuru at the bottom. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SQsQkC-p0aI/AAAAAAAAAIM/-EEmGiimA4o/s1600-h/DSC02674.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SQsQkC-p0aI/AAAAAAAAAIM/-EEmGiimA4o/s320/DSC02674.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263318800973549986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;( thats xinwei, by the way if you cant see it. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah then we reached, so they started b-boying ( Yuru, Bennett and Xin Wei ) and Charlene, Anisha, Yung Chi and SiJing went home so yeah. Me and Christie were the only girls left =.="&lt;br /&gt;And I tell you, there was a serious lot of boys there so it was rather akward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah so me and Christie decided NOT to wait for Bennett cause it was rather late ( 9:15pm ) and go home. But then they decided to stop and so yeah we all went together. Then we went to 7 Eleven and they all bought Big Gulp, and Xin wei took like 127846891273468912346 straws. =="&lt;br /&gt;Turned out it was a cool popping straw trick! ITS SO COOL!&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Then we found out how they go to sleep :&lt;br /&gt;yuru counts sheep&lt;br /&gt;and bennett didn't tell&lt;br /&gt;xin wei licks his bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;?!?!?!?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. could you imagine yuru counting&lt;br /&gt;and xinwei licking his pillow sheet!!?!??!!?&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway yeah we went our seperate ways after that ,&lt;br /&gt;Yuru - Boon lay&lt;br /&gt;XinWei - Marina bay. Bounced.&lt;br /&gt;And me, Christie and Bennett went home. So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;End of 29/10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moments of Tranquility was nothing interesting except that me, Bennett, Charlene, Jing Jie, and Yuru went to the B-Boy place again ( SECOND TIME IN A ROW!! ) and yeah.&lt;br /&gt;I learned how to baby,turtle and shoulder freeze, one hand handstand and how to jump into a handstand. wooo!&lt;br /&gt;And that i had brownies for dinner. O.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today for HSM!&lt;br /&gt;Xin wei didn't come to school today so yeah SCREW YOU.&lt;br /&gt;But in his place came Ryan, Samir, Jonathan and Tania. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;So we ate at burger king, yeah.. and Me, Alethea, Bennett and Yuru changed into the most random outfits. ( Yuru wore his pink shirt AGAIN, Bennett with his green collared shirt and me with my tee-shirt that said TOOTSIE ROLLS &lt;3 . Alethea still owes me back my white skinnies. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came high school musical.&lt;br /&gt;It really wasn't that bad, except for the random 'romantic' moments and the beginning, where Troy ( Zac ) was looking like he was hyperventilating into the screen and as if he came out from a Japanese Sauna or something. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah so after the movie, the rest left to go home except for Me, Christie, Alethea and Yuru. We went to a LAN shop at Cathay, and Yuru went to play DOTA. Then us girls tried out CounterStrike, then Maple, and finally DOTA. It was so funny because i would scream whenever I saw a person appear on CS. LOL. I thought everyone was my enemy so yeah i pretty much shot everyone. But I only managed to kill ONE enemy. =="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after 1 hour of the most exciting games ever we went to Dhoby Ghaut, with me eating my pizza bar from 7 eleven. Some more dollars gone.&lt;br /&gt;We took the purple line to Harbourfront, where Yu Ru got off.&lt;br /&gt;Then we bounced back to Outram Park, where Alethea took her train towards BoonLay ( Jurong East ) and me and Christie to Pasir Ris ( Me, at Tampines ) .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were talking about Christianity and about some private stuff, and how about being Christian makes you feel particular emotions. So yeah. Quite cool! And by the time i got off at Tampines me and Christie had a list of Holiday To-Do's :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. To have a party&lt;br /&gt;2. To go Ice Skating&lt;br /&gt;3. Go to the beach&lt;br /&gt;4. Have a sleepover&lt;br /&gt;5. Go out with friends&lt;br /&gt;6. Have a Journey all the way to Boon Lay from Pasir Ris and bounce back.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA At that point Christie was like ; omg only retarded people who are really bored do that.&lt;br /&gt;And I pointed out we had 2 whole free months and we WERE retarded people and we were probably going to be bored as hell. So yeah, she agreed. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thats basically it, until next time.&lt;br /&gt;I also have declared myself as Monfucius!&lt;br /&gt;And my saying of the day is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'If you dont like Christie's face, chocolate fudge, sneakers or the colour blue, you live a SAD SAD LIFE. '&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss you Ramsay, Crystal and Nishok.&lt;br /&gt;I'll love you guys forever :)&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;br /&gt;for now;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( P.S. My blog timing is off, and the time now is 10.19PM. ) Dont bother about it. It ain't reliable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4978437094336620475-4636444844162061259?l=cheesycheeken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesycheeken.blogspot.com/feeds/4636444844162061259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4978437094336620475&amp;postID=4636444844162061259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978437094336620475/posts/default/4636444844162061259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978437094336620475/posts/default/4636444844162061259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesycheeken.blogspot.com/2008/10/today-sucked.html' title=''/><author><name>nikki - maxfy.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11353032665153642409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRLqGFIF-uI/AAAAAAAAAJg/H0WR1AIB_3M/s1600-R/1_160171448l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SQsIbgWy80I/AAAAAAAAAGc/Dv8NEIhDvTQ/s72-c/DSC02628.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4978437094336620475.post-4465287507006487956</id><published>2008-10-30T00:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T06:13:29.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Random quiz.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What is your name spelt backwards ( full )?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicolette Chin Chien Hui&lt;br /&gt;Iuh Neihc Nihc Ettelocin&lt;br /&gt;E-yoh Neicnik Ettelocin.&lt;br /&gt;Amusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. What is your favourite type of cream?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatttt?!?! Whipped, i guess?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you sing in the shower?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Do you do anything interesting?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you count sneezing and burping at the same time on random and occasions... No. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Do you like anyone in your school?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. Are you male?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT KIND OF A QUESTION IS THAT?!??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. Whats your favourite food? ( Country )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Italian / Caribbean. Singaporean is good too XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. Do you like eating food?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um. Depends on whether I'm hungry. (Which is pretty much 15/24 hours a day. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9. How many random things have you done in your past life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EHH. TOO MANY TO COUNT. For example, me favourite word is nipple or smoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10. Are you good-looking?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How the hell am I supposed to know. Look in the mirror and say : " OMG Nikki!! you're the prettiest girl you know! " Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tag 5 people to do this quiz :&lt;br /&gt;1. Christie&lt;br /&gt;2. Bennett&lt;br /&gt;3. Yu Ru&lt;br /&gt;4. Cara&lt;br /&gt;5. Clarissa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4978437094336620475-4465287507006487956?l=cheesycheeken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesycheeken.blogspot.com/feeds/4465287507006487956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4978437094336620475&amp;postID=4465287507006487956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978437094336620475/posts/default/4465287507006487956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978437094336620475/posts/default/4465287507006487956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesycheeken.blogspot.com/2008/10/random-quiz.html' title=''/><author><name>nikki - maxfy.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11353032665153642409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRLqGFIF-uI/AAAAAAAAAJg/H0WR1AIB_3M/s1600-R/1_160171448l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4978437094336620475.post-443210764532447324</id><published>2008-10-30T00:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T06:13:52.982-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday and today was pretty much awesome. Tomorrow should be awesome too. Too lazy to blog now anyway.. My phone has no batt so I can't upload any pictures :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was giving letter day! I gave to like.. um... about 11 people. Like really really small papers. So yeah. Messages were pretty much short! XD And I received 4 in return. Christie's still writing mine, little smoo!&lt;br /&gt;I realise that I don't really need anything in return when I give.. It already makes me quite happy if the person accepts what i'm giving, anyway. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO!&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's halloween!&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna wear a mask, probably.&lt;br /&gt;Seeya, and i'll blog with the pictures some other time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4978437094336620475-443210764532447324?l=cheesycheeken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesycheeken.blogspot.com/feeds/443210764532447324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4978437094336620475&amp;postID=443210764532447324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978437094336620475/posts/default/443210764532447324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978437094336620475/posts/default/443210764532447324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesycheeken.blogspot.com/2008/10/yesterday-and-today-was-pretty-much.html' title=''/><author><name>nikki - maxfy.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11353032665153642409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRLqGFIF-uI/AAAAAAAAAJg/H0WR1AIB_3M/s1600-R/1_160171448l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4978437094336620475.post-2076107557643880324</id><published>2008-10-30T00:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T06:13:03.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Quiz. Christie's. Bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;01. If you had a choice, what language would you want to learn? Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;French. Its so cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;02. What do you want the most now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A packet of McDonald's fries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;03. Who are the people you trust most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anisha, Justine, Christie, Krish, Alethea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;04. Do you think you're confident enough?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For? Eating in front of a crowd? Farting? XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;05. Five characteristics you can NEVER tolerate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Egotistical maniacs.&lt;br /&gt;2) Short Tempers&lt;br /&gt;3) Possesive&lt;br /&gt;4) Backstabbing&lt;br /&gt;5) Unapologatical people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;06. What's your goal for this year?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. To rent a bike at ECP and ride it along with alot of my friends :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;07. Ten things about you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I really really like huge lolipops.&lt;br /&gt;2) I think Christie's sad face is seriously adorable.&lt;br /&gt;3) I cannot stand the smell of Henna.&lt;br /&gt;4) I love the sound of rustling paper - and hate the sound of moving styrofoam.&lt;br /&gt;5) I tend to forget big things, and remember the teeniest details.&lt;br /&gt;6) I love being secretive.&lt;br /&gt;7)I observe people&lt;br /&gt;8) I think that there should be more peace in the world&lt;br /&gt;9) I like melted chocolate ( liquid. )&lt;br /&gt;10) My crazy side's name is Bert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;08. What feeling do you like the most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;09. What are your requirements for your other half?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has to be taller than me. AHAHA! Should love music, unknowingly sweet, even if he doesn't know it. I tend to get overwhelmed by acts of kindness easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10. What do you hate the most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not being able to do something right no matter how hard I try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11. Do you cherish every single friendship?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would be friendship without that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12. What do you want the most now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um. Still a packet of fries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13. What do you think are the most important things in your life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My art, my family and my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;14. Who do you hope will always there for you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope my family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;15. Who are your best friends?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anisha, Justine, Christie, Bennett, Yuru&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;Krish, Ramsay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Who cares for you the most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;17. Other than yourself, who do you trust the most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;18. Who makes you smile when you're down?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anisha. No, sally!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;19. If God allowed you one wish to be fulfilled, what would it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be able to spend my entire afterlife with my loved ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20. What would/do you like to do when you're with your other half?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk, draw, listen to music, and hang out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;21. Your status?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um. What type. If its mood, i'm sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;22. How many hours do you sleep?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Less than 8 on an average day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;23. Do you own a laptop or cellphone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too expensive for a lappie. Nah but I do have a cell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;24. Have you been to the movies in the last 5 days?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope, but a hell lot of concerts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;07. Last food you ate?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chicken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;08. Your dream vacation?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To either Italy or Paris - somewhere in Europe would do. Tuscany would be nice too! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;09. Have you been in love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once. Talked to the guy up to 2am at night.. But unfortunately moved to Australia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10. Do you miss anyone right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11. What are you listening to right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silence, and my sister's snores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12. Do you collect anything?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notes from people, pebbles and random scraps of paper. Alot of scraps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13. Last time you took a shower?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 minutes ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;14. Have you ever liked someone so much that it hurt?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;15. Have you ever broken someone's heart?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.. Maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;16. If you could go back in time and change things, would you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. But only for the greater good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;17. What's in your mind?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;18. Who do you like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why would I say it out loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;19. What was the last SMS you received?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An SMS from Christie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20. Do you smoke?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;21. Who is on your mind right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh. My mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;22. Last person you talked to on the phone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;23. Who is/was the last person to tag on your blog?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myself/cara XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;24. When is the best time to eat ice-cream?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anytime, anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;25. What are you doing tomorrow?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to school, watching HSM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;26. Were you a nerd in 5th grade?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats 5th grade?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;27. Have you ever been on TV?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. For a slight second for a news section for SOTA. :) And also for the Open House performance on the news.. For a short while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;28. Have you ever loved someone so much that you're willing to sacrifice your life for him/her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my family, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;29. 3 things about you:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love chicken soup, i don't usually eat burgers until I'm at Macs, and my name is french.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;30. What's bothering you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact that I'm blogging at 12 am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;31. What are you thinking about?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;32. Best childhood memories?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Parry Primary school days! So carefree, and guys were considered 'yucky'.&lt;br /&gt;Skipping rope.&lt;br /&gt;Gymnastics was fun until competitive training started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;33. 5 of your biggest fears?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Clowns&lt;br /&gt;2. Dr Koh&lt;br /&gt;3. My mum&lt;br /&gt;4. The Dark&lt;br /&gt;5. Being left alone because of Death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;34. Want to get married?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um. No idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;35. How many kids do you want to have?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two is enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;36. Who will/would you marry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A male. NOT A FEMALE. never. ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;37. Alaska or Hawaii?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hawaii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;38. Do you love chocolates?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Either milk or dark. White's not really an option - way too sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;39. Your favourite fairytale?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter Pan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;40. Words for today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smoo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4978437094336620475-2076107557643880324?l=cheesycheeken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesycheeken.blogspot.com/feeds/2076107557643880324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4978437094336620475&amp;postID=2076107557643880324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978437094336620475/posts/default/2076107557643880324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978437094336620475/posts/default/2076107557643880324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesycheeken.blogspot.com/2008/10/quiz.html' title=''/><author><name>nikki - maxfy.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11353032665153642409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRLqGFIF-uI/AAAAAAAAAJg/H0WR1AIB_3M/s1600-R/1_160171448l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4978437094336620475.post-7061945543487405620</id><published>2008-10-28T23:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T06:14:43.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was super fun!&lt;br /&gt;It started off with the social talk.&lt;br /&gt;Oh god now THAT was boring as.. as.. Bennett's ass.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It went off to lunch - Me, Christie, Justine, Anisha, Alethea, McCoy, Bennett, Yu Ru, Jonathan went to the basketball court. Played an extremely bad game of volleyball, in which case we burned many calories running here and there :)&lt;br /&gt;Then it was lunch.. then isaac randomly joined us :O It was very.. eventful. Then we went for Aqilah's performance - WHICH WAS GREAT - and then me and McCoy got hooked over Play my Music ( Jonas Brothers ) and I'm Yours ( Jason Mraz, but of course everyone knows that ) and started singing it alot. as in, ALOT.&lt;br /&gt;Ehhehehehe. Then went of to Tabula Rasa because of Alethea :D ( for reasons i shall NOT state ). And saw Xinwei in a Mr Bean outfit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;?!?!?!??!?!?!?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF LOL. I don't think it has ANY relation whatsoever to christmas, but shows how random the people in our school are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was.. Um.. Moving harp time with Zhu En. ( OH GOD. ) But yeah he's seriously strong! XD Then rehearsals... More rehearsals.. And more rehearsals... The only thing that actually kept me alive was Ryan ( Goh ) 's Harry potter book. God. And turns out, during the performance, NO ONE could hear me. Twang. ZZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, went to the library after rehearsal to meet Christie, McCoy and Jon. XD Watched random America's Funniest Videos and Bloopers from god knows where. yeah. Including some painful gymnastic ones - I dont see HOW people find them funny! Its excruciatingly painful! Believe me, I should know. I twisted my ankle tendon jumping on a trampoline once. Couldn't walk for a week or so.&lt;br /&gt;Then YuRu and Bennett and Xin Wei came in their full dress shirts. O.O And that included a Mr Bean mask. Random.&lt;br /&gt;Then they went again - we had to wait for them and alethea for dinner :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then. We got bored and tired of waiting for them ( Alethea eventually came, but MUCH earlier than those three ) and decided to go off - with me in my full dress rehearsal clothes.. zz - , since we had to come back early for the concert. And we would meet them there. So yeah. We were just walking when we realised they were behind us. In front of us, technically but timewise, behind us. So yeah. Walked there, me and McCoy STILL singing I'm Yours. Relatively bored. OH YEAH and Zijun joined us. Mmhmm ohyeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Macs was kinda Uneventful except I found out something about Bennett and a guy named Bob. Randomness prevails. Everyone was eating filet o fish except for.. Me and Bennett and Xinwei and Zijun ( McChicken, KFC, McChicken, Double Cheeseburger respectively ). Yeah. Then the music people had to go off, so yeah me and the trio walked back. Rather quietly, surprisingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN it was the CONCERT! XDXDXXDXDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall not bother blogging about THAT cause BLEDDY NO ONE could hear me AT ALL.&lt;br /&gt;Whats worth blogging about was what happened AFTER.&lt;br /&gt;Me and Alethea got seriously obsessed with the chocolate fountain and we started grabbing banana, strawberry and bread pieces to DIP into the chocolate fountain. Then after that we seriously got even MORE obsessed and started dipping our CUPS by the cupful INTO the fountain. yeah. And it was GOOODDDD. Then we finished and with my slightly chocolate stained clothes we went to F104, where no one was left except for Ryan and Zhu en. And after a while Bennett came in :X. Then yeah.. We left and I forgot i was holding the key and i was panicking because the lights were still on and i thought the card was still inside. Then Ryan said 'smartass' and i realised i was holding the card. ==" So yeah went home after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for the Messaien Day Concert tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;( Or however you spell it.. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coohooo. check out my msn display name.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4978437094336620475-7061945543487405620?l=cheesycheeken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesycheeken.blogspot.com/feeds/7061945543487405620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4978437094336620475&amp;postID=7061945543487405620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978437094336620475/posts/default/7061945543487405620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978437094336620475/posts/default/7061945543487405620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesycheeken.blogspot.com/2008/10/today-was-super-fun-it-started-off-with.html' title=''/><author><name>nikki - maxfy.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11353032665153642409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRLqGFIF-uI/AAAAAAAAAJg/H0WR1AIB_3M/s1600-R/1_160171448l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4978437094336620475.post-8127171653661986996</id><published>2008-10-27T05:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T05:56:56.108-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i know i've been blogging alot lately&lt;br /&gt;but if you need a good laugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.crazymonkey.com"&gt;best website in the world&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and please DONT ask me how i found out about it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4978437094336620475-8127171653661986996?l=cheesycheeken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesycheeken.blogspot.com/feeds/8127171653661986996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4978437094336620475&amp;postID=8127171653661986996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978437094336620475/posts/default/8127171653661986996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978437094336620475/posts/default/8127171653661986996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesycheeken.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-know-ive-been-blogging-alot-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>nikki - maxfy.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11353032665153642409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRLqGFIF-uI/AAAAAAAAAJg/H0WR1AIB_3M/s1600-R/1_160171448l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4978437094336620475.post-2314541416028250728</id><published>2008-10-26T22:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T22:48:05.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this is what retarded people do when they're bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SQVTZdUeyvI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Fy5WJyZ4jpo/s1600-h/lameone.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 177px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SQVTZdUeyvI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Fy5WJyZ4jpo/s320/lameone.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261703436484659954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SQVWCw7oLAI/AAAAAAAAAGU/L2dco95h73I/s1600-h/lametwo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SQVWCw7oLAI/AAAAAAAAAGU/L2dco95h73I/s320/lametwo.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261706345147018242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4978437094336620475-2314541416028250728?l=cheesycheeken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesycheeken.blogspot.com/feeds/2314541416028250728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4978437094336620475&amp;postID=2314541416028250728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978437094336620475/posts/default/2314541416028250728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978437094336620475/posts/default/2314541416028250728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesycheeken.blogspot.com/2008/10/this-is-what-retarded-people-do-when.html' title=''/><author><name>nikki - maxfy.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11353032665153642409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRLqGFIF-uI/AAAAAAAAAJg/H0WR1AIB_3M/s1600-R/1_160171448l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SQVTZdUeyvI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Fy5WJyZ4jpo/s72-c/lameone.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4978437094336620475.post-7059874000378822784</id><published>2008-10-26T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T21:28:53.412-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello! :)&lt;br /&gt;I feel dreadful today - partly because i slept too much. * yawn! *&lt;br /&gt;But i stayed up late last night.. with bennett and christie on msn, it was actually &lt;em&gt;quite&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; hard to go to sleep!&lt;br /&gt;then yuru and cara and nurul and lip and xinwei came in the convo, thanks to bennett's randomness. but NONE of them talked because all were afking , with the exception of nurul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh gotta go - hsm with bennett, christie, so on!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4978437094336620475-7059874000378822784?l=cheesycheeken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesycheeken.blogspot.com/feeds/7059874000378822784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4978437094336620475&amp;postID=7059874000378822784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978437094336620475/posts/default/7059874000378822784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978437094336620475/posts/default/7059874000378822784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesycheeken.blogspot.com/2008/10/hello-i-feel-dreadful-today-partly.html' title=''/><author><name>nikki - maxfy.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11353032665153642409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRLqGFIF-uI/AAAAAAAAAJg/H0WR1AIB_3M/s1600-R/1_160171448l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4978437094336620475.post-3479879419742324975</id><published>2008-10-26T09:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T09:19:47.437-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAHHAA. have been following dear christie dahling so much lately. but i thought it'd also be cool to get down 50 stuff i've never done in the past years of my life until now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Gone home with a bunch of people.&lt;br /&gt;2. Gone to a concert with a bunch of people.&lt;br /&gt;3. Eaten chocolate in bed without my mum knowing&lt;br /&gt;4. Realised that flowers were pretty&lt;br /&gt;5. Accidentally let my friends see me in a dress&lt;br /&gt;6. Eaten an orange without screwing up my face&lt;br /&gt;7. Had a guy offer me a ride home&lt;br /&gt;8. Had ever liked someone ( much. )&lt;br /&gt;9. Cried over my parents so much that it hurt&lt;br /&gt;10. Laughed so much that I fell down with a tummy ache.&lt;br /&gt;11. (Unsuccessfully) Tried to breakdance.&lt;br /&gt;12. Able to do a handspring &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;on solid ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Able to do a one hand handstand&lt;br /&gt;14. Hit a bullseye in archery&lt;br /&gt;15. Smiled so much for so long&lt;br /&gt;16. Danced in a concert ( classical )&lt;br /&gt;17. Shown anyone my 11 year old picture.&lt;br /&gt;18. Released an album&lt;br /&gt;19. Missed a place so much I cried&lt;br /&gt;20. Got angry at someone so much I cried&lt;br /&gt;21. Have someone tell me their innermost secrets&lt;br /&gt;22. Appreciated everything&lt;br /&gt;23. Believed in coincedences which turns out to be blessings in disguise&lt;br /&gt;24. Realised I looked cool in maroon.&lt;br /&gt;25. Played in a basketball court.&lt;br /&gt;26. Played rugby&lt;br /&gt;27. Won a contest.&lt;br /&gt;28. Took a bus home with someone.&lt;br /&gt;29. Gone to someone's house without them knowing&lt;br /&gt;30. Gone to a place with special people&lt;br /&gt;31. Eaten the skin of a watermelon ( and puked )&lt;br /&gt;32. Stood on a lamp&lt;br /&gt;33. Realised that Pink wasn't my colour&lt;br /&gt;34. Touched a Macbook Air&lt;br /&gt;35. Wore heels&lt;br /&gt;36. Puked so much I skipped school&lt;br /&gt;37. Slept so much I skipped school&lt;br /&gt;38. Cried over a clove of garlic&lt;br /&gt;39. Ate something I cooked.&lt;br /&gt;40. Played Fantasie Impromptu&lt;br /&gt;41. Finally learned how to eat Muah Chee with sticks&lt;br /&gt;42. Managed to get through a dash of pouring rain&lt;br /&gt;43. Got myself soaked i had to borrow a shirt&lt;br /&gt;44. Ran till I almost passed out&lt;br /&gt;45. Felt like I was something&lt;br /&gt;46. Met people from overseas&lt;br /&gt;47. Went to France&lt;br /&gt;48. Saw a wonder of the world&lt;br /&gt;49. Touched a wonder of the world&lt;br /&gt;50. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;had such amazing friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4978437094336620475-3479879419742324975?l=cheesycheeken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesycheeken.blogspot.com/feeds/3479879419742324975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4978437094336620475&amp;postID=3479879419742324975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978437094336620475/posts/default/3479879419742324975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978437094336620475/posts/default/3479879419742324975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesycheeken.blogspot.com/2008/10/hahhaa.html' title=''/><author><name>nikki - maxfy.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11353032665153642409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRLqGFIF-uI/AAAAAAAAAJg/H0WR1AIB_3M/s1600-R/1_160171448l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4978437094336620475.post-4886708844232756879</id><published>2008-10-26T06:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T07:01:24.819-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>a big thank you to all who supported me today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christie - for skipping your thing to come&lt;br /&gt;Anisha, Krish - for coming anyway&lt;br /&gt;Jing Jie, Crystal, Charlene - for coming when i asked you to&lt;br /&gt;Alethea - for the chocolates and flowers . You know how much i love those :)&lt;br /&gt;Yuru, Xinwei - for standing up after the concert during applause. you guys are such doofs. but good doofs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and NO THANK YOU TO PEBBLE. you didn't come you moron!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and please send me the videos, you! i really want to see them. heh.&lt;br /&gt;and delete my 11 year old pictures please ==" and xinwei YOU HAVEN'T DELETED THE BENNETT PICTURE YET. I'LL SKIN YOU ALIVE IF YOU DONT DO SO IN THE NEXT 2934123 SECONDS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4978437094336620475-4886708844232756879?l=cheesycheeken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesycheeken.blogspot.com/feeds/4886708844232756879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4978437094336620475&amp;postID=4886708844232756879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978437094336620475/posts/default/4886708844232756879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978437094336620475/posts/default/4886708844232756879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesycheeken.blogspot.com/2008/10/big-thank-you-to-all-who-supported-me.html' title=''/><author><name>nikki - maxfy.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11353032665153642409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRLqGFIF-uI/AAAAAAAAAJg/H0WR1AIB_3M/s1600-R/1_160171448l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4978437094336620475.post-974328697849726453</id><published>2008-10-25T19:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T19:14:32.677-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.lets101.com/blog/quizzes/stars_say" style="border:0px solid blue; "&gt; &lt;img border="0" alt="fun quiz for myspace profile and blog" src="http://www.lets101.com/images/quiz/zodiac_sagittarius_txt.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lets101 Quizzes - &lt;a href="http://www.lets101.com/blog/quizzes"&gt;Blog Quiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh god. I disagree with the 'very pretty' and 'great in ***'. awww but its so flattering! HAHAHAHA! But yeah i do know that i'm one of a kind :P:P:P:P MUAHHAHHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pebbles suck and sand particles rule. bennett you suck HAHAHAHHAA.&lt;br /&gt;Gurus say that with great cheese comes great responsibility.&lt;br /&gt;I guess i'm not angry with XW anymore :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4978437094336620475-974328697849726453?l=cheesycheeken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesycheeken.blogspot.com/feeds/974328697849726453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4978437094336620475&amp;postID=974328697849726453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978437094336620475/posts/default/974328697849726453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978437094336620475/posts/default/974328697849726453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesycheeken.blogspot.com/2008/10/lets101-quizzes-blog-quiz-oh-god.html' title=''/><author><name>nikki - maxfy.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11353032665153642409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRLqGFIF-uI/AAAAAAAAAJg/H0WR1AIB_3M/s1600-R/1_160171448l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4978437094336620475.post-7848133545128770483</id><published>2008-10-22T06:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T06:28:27.614-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>screenies of me, bennett, christie, yuru and anisha smiling for our dp screenshot.&lt;br /&gt;TAKE A LOOK AT OUR DISPLAY PICTURES. its all the pictures i just posted on my previous post :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SP8qTsa55hI/AAAAAAAAAF8/z4ZGSP7IrRo/s1600-h/SMILE.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SP8qTsa55hI/AAAAAAAAAF8/z4ZGSP7IrRo/s320/SMILE.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259969407621916178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SP8qUP77EzI/AAAAAAAAAGE/SariwhsGqJk/s1600-h/SMILE1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SP8qUP77EzI/AAAAAAAAAGE/SariwhsGqJk/s320/SMILE1.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259969417155646258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4978437094336620475-7848133545128770483?l=cheesycheeken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesycheeken.blogspot.com/feeds/7848133545128770483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4978437094336620475&amp;postID=7848133545128770483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978437094336620475/posts/default/7848133545128770483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978437094336620475/posts/default/7848133545128770483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesycheeken.blogspot.com/2008/10/screenies-of-me-bennett-christie-yuru.html' title=''/><author><name>nikki - maxfy.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11353032665153642409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRLqGFIF-uI/AAAAAAAAAJg/H0WR1AIB_3M/s1600-R/1_160171448l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SP8qTsa55hI/AAAAAAAAAF8/z4ZGSP7IrRo/s72-c/SMILE.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4978437094336620475.post-886905796510644730</id><published>2008-10-22T05:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T05:23:43.261-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was awesome..&lt;br /&gt;hung out with the usual madmen again :)&lt;br /&gt;went to the playground after alot of fun.. including&lt;br /&gt;virus, catching, bolleyvall, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;group pics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SP8a4o5qbKI/AAAAAAAAAFc/pX85VofTctA/s1600-h/22102008(020).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SP8a4o5qbKI/AAAAAAAAAFc/pX85VofTctA/s320/22102008(020).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259952450146299042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SP8a4_f3kNI/AAAAAAAAAFk/lyv62T8-dJk/s1600-h/22102008(021).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SP8a4_f3kNI/AAAAAAAAAFk/lyv62T8-dJk/s320/22102008(021).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259952456212123858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SP8a5cil1rI/AAAAAAAAAFs/9m_pMDXZ4kc/s1600-h/22102008(022).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SP8a5cil1rI/AAAAAAAAAFs/9m_pMDXZ4kc/s320/22102008(022).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259952464008173234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SP8a5V6fNdI/AAAAAAAAAF0/tABqMwT2QVU/s1600-h/22102008(023).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SP8a5V6fNdI/AAAAAAAAAF0/tABqMwT2QVU/s320/22102008(023).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259952462229353938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;marcus, me and tania are the only people who manage to get on top.. muahaha the rest just suck. except for bennett the pebble and yuru the guru who can at least do something awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4978437094336620475-886905796510644730?l=cheesycheeken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesycheeken.blogspot.com/feeds/886905796510644730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4978437094336620475&amp;postID=886905796510644730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978437094336620475/posts/default/886905796510644730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978437094336620475/posts/default/886905796510644730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesycheeken.blogspot.com/2008/10/today-was-awesome.html' title=''/><author><name>nikki - maxfy.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11353032665153642409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRLqGFIF-uI/AAAAAAAAAJg/H0WR1AIB_3M/s1600-R/1_160171448l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SP8a4o5qbKI/AAAAAAAAAFc/pX85VofTctA/s72-c/22102008(020).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4978437094336620475.post-7240139044275507032</id><published>2008-10-18T17:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T17:05:52.358-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Heeheehee.&lt;br /&gt;Downloading MAPLESTORY!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4978437094336620475-7240139044275507032?l=cheesycheeken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesycheeken.blogspot.com/feeds/7240139044275507032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4978437094336620475&amp;postID=7240139044275507032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978437094336620475/posts/default/7240139044275507032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978437094336620475/posts/default/7240139044275507032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesycheeken.blogspot.com/2008/10/heeheehee.html' title=''/><author><name>nikki - maxfy.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11353032665153642409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRLqGFIF-uI/AAAAAAAAAJg/H0WR1AIB_3M/s1600-R/1_160171448l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4978437094336620475.post-3892865092509590950</id><published>2008-10-17T02:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T02:16:12.159-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Kudos to Joy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)Your Gangster Name:(first 3 letters of real name plus izzle.)&lt;br /&gt;Nicizzle. Wow. How... Macho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Your Detective Name:( favourite color and favourite animal)&lt;br /&gt;Blue panda. Imagine THAT. HAHAHAA. A very very cold Po.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Your Soap Opera Name:(your middle name and the street you live on)&lt;br /&gt;Um. Do I have a Middle name? I'll just put Chin. Chin Tampines. !?!?!??!!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)Your Star Wars Name:(the first 3 letters of your last name, first 2 letters of your first)&lt;br /&gt;Chini. HAHAHHAAHHA. Sounds like some foreign pasta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Your Superhero Name:(Your 2nd favorite color, and favorite drink)&lt;br /&gt;Purplemug. Wow! Maybe i can turn mugs PURPLE! HOW FASCINATING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Your Foreign Name:(2nd letter of your first name, 3rd letter of your last name, any letter of your middle name, 2nd letter of your moms maiden name, 3rd letter of you dads middle name, 1st letter of a siblings first name, and last letter of your moms middle name)&lt;br /&gt;IINIICT. Iiniict. Ee-neect. Wow! HELLO! I'm ee-neect. I'm... Mongolian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Your Goth Name:(black, and the name of one of your pets)&lt;br /&gt;Blacktinkle. O.o Doesn't make much sense if Black tinkles to be goth, eh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4978437094336620475-3892865092509590950?l=cheesycheeken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesycheeken.blogspot.com/feeds/3892865092509590950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4978437094336620475&amp;postID=3892865092509590950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978437094336620475/posts/default/3892865092509590950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978437094336620475/posts/default/3892865092509590950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesycheeken.blogspot.com/2008/10/kudos-to-joy-1your-gangster-namefirst-3.html' title=''/><author><name>nikki - maxfy.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11353032665153642409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRLqGFIF-uI/AAAAAAAAAJg/H0WR1AIB_3M/s1600-R/1_160171448l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4978437094336620475.post-1533014084411400463</id><published>2008-10-12T04:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T05:36:47.131-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8yEyfdMHv0U"&gt; &lt;/param&gt; &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8yEyfdMHv0U" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="217" height="175"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/t-_Mfd61QRo"&gt; &lt;/param&gt; &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/t-_Mfd61QRo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="217" height="175"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i've composed a When You Look Me In The Eyes - Jonas Brothers parody!&lt;br /&gt;Its called ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEN YOU ADD AND MULTIPLY!!&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, its a maths song, in addition to Mr Teo's Pi song :D&lt;br /&gt;Here are the original lyrics and song. When reading my lyrics, try and imagine jonas brothers singing it. SOO I suggest listening to the song while reading my lyrics :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/StAUYTplY3A&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/StAUYTplY3A&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="217" height="172"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the heart is always searching,&lt;br /&gt;Can you ever find a home?&lt;br /&gt;I've been looking for that someone,&lt;br /&gt;I'll never make it on my own.&lt;br /&gt;Dreams can't take the place of loving you,&lt;br /&gt;There's gotta be a million reasons why it's true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you look me in the eyes,&lt;br /&gt;And tell me that you love me.&lt;br /&gt;Everything's alright,&lt;br /&gt;When you're right here by my side.&lt;br /&gt;When you look me in the eyes,&lt;br /&gt;I catch a glimpse of heaven.&lt;br /&gt;I find my paradise,&lt;br /&gt;When you look me in the eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long will I be waiting,&lt;br /&gt;To be with you again&lt;br /&gt;Gonna tell you that I love you,&lt;br /&gt;In the best way that I can.&lt;br /&gt;I can't take a day without you here,&lt;br /&gt;You're the light that makes my darkness disappear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you look me in the eyes,&lt;br /&gt;And tell me that you love me.&lt;br /&gt;Everything's alright,&lt;br /&gt;When you're right here by my side.&lt;br /&gt;When you look me in the eyes,&lt;br /&gt;I catch a glimpse of heaven.&lt;br /&gt;I find my paradise,&lt;br /&gt;When you look me in the eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More and more, I start to realize,&lt;br /&gt;I can reach my tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;I can hold my head high,&lt;br /&gt;And it's all because you're by my side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you look me in the eyes,&lt;br /&gt;And tell me that you love me.&lt;br /&gt;Everything's alright,&lt;br /&gt;When you're right here by my side.&lt;br /&gt;When I hold you in my arms&lt;br /&gt;I know that it's forever&lt;br /&gt;I just gotta let you know&lt;br /&gt;I never wanna let you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause when you look me in the eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And tell me that you love me.&lt;br /&gt;Everything's alright,&lt;br /&gt;When you're right here by my side.&lt;br /&gt;When you look me in the eyes,&lt;br /&gt;I catch a glimpse of heaven.&lt;br /&gt;I find my paradise,&lt;br /&gt;When you look me in the eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;and here's MY version :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh.. yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Oh.. yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its morning and we're starting&lt;br /&gt;the most awesome class eve&lt;br /&gt;Its mathematics, no whoa!&lt;br /&gt;Its with beloved Mr Teo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Division and fact'risation too&lt;br /&gt;There better be a trillion reasons why its cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;When you add and multiply&lt;br /&gt;And you tell me that you love it&lt;br /&gt;Everything's not right&lt;br /&gt;Its like calculating pi&lt;br /&gt;When you add and multiply&lt;br /&gt;You'll never get the answer&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to find out why&lt;br /&gt;We add and multiply&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now we're doin' algebra&lt;br /&gt;You'd better get two Gelins&lt;br /&gt;Cause with x=6+y, yo&lt;br /&gt;You'll never make it on your own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't take it,&lt;br /&gt;its too hard for me&lt;br /&gt;Everytime i see a sum&lt;br /&gt;It makes me pee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*chorus*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on&lt;br /&gt;I start to realise&lt;br /&gt;I can make my tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Without math I can get by&lt;br /&gt;And its all because I WAS DUMB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*chorus* x2 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END!!!&lt;br /&gt;Comment please.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAH BYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4978437094336620475-1533014084411400463?l=cheesycheeken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesycheeken.blogspot.com/feeds/1533014084411400463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4978437094336620475&amp;postID=1533014084411400463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978437094336620475/posts/default/1533014084411400463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978437094336620475/posts/default/1533014084411400463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesycheeken.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>nikki - maxfy.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11353032665153642409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRLqGFIF-uI/AAAAAAAAAJg/H0WR1AIB_3M/s1600-R/1_160171448l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4978437094336620475.post-7649292987333944929</id><published>2008-10-09T05:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T05:26:03.701-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am concerned for the safety of our fellow friend : the volleyball net. &lt;br /&gt;It would be severely injured on Wednesday, due to the remarkable serving skills&lt;br /&gt;of SOTA students. &lt;br /&gt;And also, for the safety of the umpires. &lt;br /&gt;Flying volleyballs.......&lt;br /&gt;Flying people.......&lt;br /&gt;McCoy's yellow underwear.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. &lt;br /&gt;Okay my fingers are extremely tired ( I'm typing&lt;br /&gt;on my itouch )&lt;br /&gt;And I am addicted to boxhead.  THANK YOU PEARL. &lt;br /&gt;Bye! &lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4978437094336620475-7649292987333944929?l=cheesycheeken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesycheeken.blogspot.com/feeds/7649292987333944929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4978437094336620475&amp;postID=7649292987333944929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978437094336620475/posts/default/7649292987333944929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978437094336620475/posts/default/7649292987333944929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesycheeken.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-am-concerned-for-safety-of-our-fellow.html' title=''/><author><name>nikki - maxfy.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11353032665153642409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRLqGFIF-uI/AAAAAAAAAJg/H0WR1AIB_3M/s1600-R/1_160171448l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4978437094336620475.post-6872323494061420040</id><published>2008-10-08T20:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T21:09:54.324-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its portrait day - I've got portraits of random guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SO2AjfzGAyI/AAAAAAAAAEk/_rPi8doQer8/s1600-h/DSC04790.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SO2AjfzGAyI/AAAAAAAAAEk/_rPi8doQer8/s320/DSC04790.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254997687530816290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, that's Krish and Ramsay studying IHSS. Its considered a MIRACLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SO2Ajb_0_HI/AAAAAAAAAEc/ABwGGy2qs7M/s1600-h/DSC04779.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SO2Ajb_0_HI/AAAAAAAAAEc/ABwGGy2qs7M/s320/DSC04779.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254997686510484594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's Ramsay smiling into the Camera... Its also another miracle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SO2BK2Ojt0I/AAAAAAAAAEs/qiN6GPbraM4/s1600-h/DSC04776.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SO2BK2Ojt0I/AAAAAAAAAEs/qiN6GPbraM4/s320/DSC04776.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254998363566487362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's Justin being excessively akward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SO2BkZg0IsI/AAAAAAAAAE0/SY_57ZTxkMs/s1600-h/DSC04789.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SO2BkZg0IsI/AAAAAAAAAE0/SY_57ZTxkMs/s320/DSC04789.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254998802535031490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats Samir talking to Romit. But Romit's not in the picture XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SO2CULVVlmI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ZuqKlOL54l8/s1600-h/DSC04781.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SO2CULVVlmI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ZuqKlOL54l8/s320/DSC04781.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254999623362516578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justine studying hard for exams. And thats Anisha being spastic in the background. SHE RUINED THE PICTURE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SO2DF2JTmVI/AAAAAAAAAFE/eNuEKFi6TFE/s1600-h/DSC04802.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SO2DF2JTmVI/AAAAAAAAAFE/eNuEKFi6TFE/s320/DSC04802.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255000476668369234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats the oh-so-beautiful Christie! :) She posed for the picture, anyway. The rest of the pictures you'll see are all impromptu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SO2DfAKDFXI/AAAAAAAAAFM/pq4VKO1v-jg/s1600-h/DSC04821.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SO2DfAKDFXI/AAAAAAAAAFM/pq4VKO1v-jg/s320/DSC04821.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255000908852565362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats Bennett being his usual self.&lt;br /&gt;( By the way, if  you don't know, its being emo. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SO2DymCkyMI/AAAAAAAAAFU/gUrgxzgCUpA/s1600-h/DSC04815.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SO2DymCkyMI/AAAAAAAAAFU/gUrgxzgCUpA/s320/DSC04815.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255001245439281346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the last one.. McCoy having a stand off with Yu Ru ( Who removed his glasses. ) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. I'll go post some videos up on youtube now :)&lt;br /&gt;Seeya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4978437094336620475-6872323494061420040?l=cheesycheeken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesycheeken.blogspot.com/feeds/6872323494061420040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4978437094336620475&amp;postID=6872323494061420040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978437094336620475/posts/default/6872323494061420040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978437094336620475/posts/default/6872323494061420040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesycheeken.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-portrait-day-ive-got-portraits-of.html' title=''/><author><name>nikki - maxfy.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11353032665153642409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRLqGFIF-uI/AAAAAAAAAJg/H0WR1AIB_3M/s1600-R/1_160171448l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SO2AjfzGAyI/AAAAAAAAAEk/_rPi8doQer8/s72-c/DSC04790.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4978437094336620475.post-5493110516386791034</id><published>2008-10-07T21:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T21:41:18.762-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello again.&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe my FRIENDS get a 45 or lower on my true friend test.&lt;br /&gt;Oh my gawdddddd ( bimbo accent. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of friends ARE YOU???? :(&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. &lt;br /&gt;Today's IHSS exam wasn't too bad, although i forgot the names of some ancient civilisation for Ancient Egypt and India ( Compulsory question 2 ) . &lt;br /&gt;I"m so screwed!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway Yeah i gotta go practice my harpie now. Woopidoopidoo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4978437094336620475-5493110516386791034?l=cheesycheeken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesycheeken.blogspot.com/feeds/5493110516386791034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4978437094336620475&amp;postID=5493110516386791034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978437094336620475/posts/default/5493110516386791034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978437094336620475/posts/default/5493110516386791034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesycheeken.blogspot.com/2008/10/hello-again.html' title=''/><author><name>nikki - maxfy.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11353032665153642409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRLqGFIF-uI/AAAAAAAAAJg/H0WR1AIB_3M/s1600-R/1_160171448l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4978437094336620475.post-2644649639776564263</id><published>2008-10-07T01:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T01:49:57.847-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello.</title><content type='html'>Hello.&lt;br /&gt;I have a sudden urge to go pee. Be right back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BACK! Okay sorry, but yeah I have serious bladder problems. Moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just today, we had our Mother Tongue Language End-Of-Year Exams, (MTLEOYE) :D&lt;br /&gt;Mister Leoye.?!?&lt;br /&gt;Okay never mind. The Hall was freakishly quiet and all the tables were arranged in a super neat way, and everyone was writing and had a constipated look on their faces. like : "nnnghhhh!!!! " kind of expression.&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't too bad, the passages, to understand... It was the penning down of answers that was the problem.. Mother Tongue ( Mandarin ) is my worst subject EVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No need to rat on about the dreaded exams.. How about we have... um. some Pearl metaphors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Necklace.&lt;br /&gt;- Twack.&lt;br /&gt;- Pear-l.&lt;br /&gt;- Your momma's sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. I'm staring at a poster in the school library.&lt;br /&gt;It contains the word Verb, action and sentence. Oh god i can't bear to read anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pearl, Kat and Nicholas are behind me being quiet. Amazing, right? Yeah they're studying IHSS. &lt;br /&gt;"Justin is here next to me, he is lyk, sooo coool!!!"&lt;br /&gt;                                                        - Justin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. I feel like eating chocolate muffins, i hear chocolate is a good stimulant for studying. :D&lt;br /&gt;My hands are bruised from stoopid volleyball! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Songs of the day:&lt;br /&gt;You're So Gay - Katy Perry&lt;br /&gt;Message from your heart - Kinagrannis ( available on Youtube, and iTunes )&lt;br /&gt;Thats What You Get - Paramore&lt;br /&gt;Home/Over You - Chris Daughtry&lt;br /&gt;Shake it like a pom pom - Missy Elliot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fahboolus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I know i should be studying, yeah. So I shall go study.&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;I should.&lt;br /&gt;Okay yeah I know I should.&lt;br /&gt;I should.&lt;br /&gt;I will.&lt;br /&gt;I will!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I MUST!!!&lt;br /&gt;NOOOOOO.&lt;br /&gt;I must not give in to the temptation of youtube.&lt;br /&gt;NOOO.&lt;br /&gt;I MUST STUDY&lt;br /&gt;I MUST.&lt;br /&gt;I MUST -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4978437094336620475-2644649639776564263?l=cheesycheeken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesycheeken.blogspot.com/feeds/2644649639776564263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4978437094336620475&amp;postID=2644649639776564263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978437094336620475/posts/default/2644649639776564263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978437094336620475/posts/default/2644649639776564263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesycheeken.blogspot.com/2008/10/hello.html' title='Hello.'/><author><name>nikki - maxfy.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11353032665153642409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRLqGFIF-uI/AAAAAAAAAJg/H0WR1AIB_3M/s1600-R/1_160171448l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4978437094336620475.post-6157246504333076057</id><published>2008-09-27T02:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T02:09:14.892-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.truefriendtest.com/friendtest/1986635"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.truefriendtest.com/friend/1986635/2.gif" alt="Leaderboard" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.truefriendtest.com"&gt;&lt;br &gt;Click here if you want to be equally lame. here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4978437094336620475-6157246504333076057?l=cheesycheeken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesycheeken.blogspot.com/feeds/6157246504333076057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4978437094336620475&amp;postID=6157246504333076057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978437094336620475/posts/default/6157246504333076057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978437094336620475/posts/default/6157246504333076057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesycheeken.blogspot.com/2008/09/click-here-if-you-want-to-be-equally.html' title=''/><author><name>nikki - maxfy.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11353032665153642409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRLqGFIF-uI/AAAAAAAAAJg/H0WR1AIB_3M/s1600-R/1_160171448l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4978437094336620475.post-3019454109077310065</id><published>2008-09-26T05:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T06:22:15.091-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh godddddddddd.&lt;br /&gt;My ankles are aching like hell.&lt;br /&gt;No wait, my calves AND ankles.&lt;br /&gt;NONONO, my thighs and my calves AND my ankles.&lt;br /&gt;Nonononononono!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;MY WHOLE *$^@(*#$^ BODY IS ACHING LIKE HELL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And who is the absolutely most generous giver of such an excellent present?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VOLLEYBALL!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I played too much today.. But it was fun because of who else?&lt;br /&gt;ROMIT :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, apparently my serve is too far :( People keep missing it and thats NOT GOOD! It'll be like out for every single time i serve. damn. Justine started shouting ' NIKKI ALERT ' when ever i served.&lt;br /&gt;I FEEL SO LONELY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NAH. At least i'll have a fishball from mongo's.&lt;br /&gt;Okay i just made that up on that spot.&lt;br /&gt;be right back - watching Meet the Robinson's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i'm BACK!!!&lt;br /&gt;Okay back to volleyball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had the most random team ever - &lt;br /&gt;Romit, Anisha, Olivia, Crystal, Me, Justine, Thaddaeus, Xin Wei, McCoy, Yu Ru, Yung Chi, Ge Lin.&lt;br /&gt;I think thats it?&lt;br /&gt;We were so desperate for a net we tied the P.E. orange string from the basketball net pole to a random pipe in Block M. :D&lt;br /&gt;And McCoy was the SOLE person who was able to make the net STAY up. HAHAHA! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay i gotta go now. Blog another time! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4978437094336620475-3019454109077310065?l=cheesycheeken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesycheeken.blogspot.com/feeds/3019454109077310065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4978437094336620475&amp;postID=3019454109077310065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978437094336620475/posts/default/3019454109077310065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978437094336620475/posts/default/3019454109077310065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesycheeken.blogspot.com/2008/09/oh-godddddddddd.html' title=''/><author><name>nikki - maxfy.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11353032665153642409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRLqGFIF-uI/AAAAAAAAAJg/H0WR1AIB_3M/s1600-R/1_160171448l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4978437094336620475.post-8445058285893927975</id><published>2008-09-08T05:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T06:47:05.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dreams.&lt;br /&gt;Such wonderful things that make you CRY, and LAUGH at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;One example was my Wednesday ( 4/9, or something ) 's dream.&lt;br /&gt;It all went like this;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were back at my ex-school, CHIJ St.Nicholas Girls' School ( WHICH ROCKS ) and queueing up for an MTA ( Music Theory Analysis , for music students ) exam,( !!?!?!! ) which was weird because there were only classes R2,3, and 5.&lt;br /&gt;   We were groaning because everyone didn't bring any pink pencils ( ? ) and that we would fail because pink is our school's lucky colour.&lt;br /&gt;  Another thing that was weird is that everyone's hairstyle was like in the 60's kind of retro : &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ramsay - with so much grease that his hair went straight and flopped down like Liz's.&lt;br /&gt;Krish - .&lt;br /&gt;Justine - Two pigtails, tied with red ribbons and white polka dots.&lt;br /&gt;Andrew - studded in both ears.&lt;br /&gt;Anisha - Wavy hair let down, pushed back with a wide yellow hairband with a ribbon on top.&lt;br /&gt;Alethea - Two high ponytails. Red brooches.&lt;br /&gt;OMG one !!! Xing Wei - Elvis hairstyle, pushed back with a white hairband and a silver stud in one ear.&lt;br /&gt;Nishok - Completely BALD.&lt;br /&gt;?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natalie Lam - Hermione Granger in the first Harry Potter movie. ( Bushy like hell. )&lt;br /&gt;Thaddeaus - Um.. more like. Eh. Michael Jackson before his plastic surgery.&lt;br /&gt;Clarissa - muahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Anjali - HAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHA her hair was a mohawk. Like Nicholas's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are some of the hairstyles that caught my very itchy eye's attention :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, we were  transported to a sports hall :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SMUl36H9xVI/AAAAAAAAAEE/5CWT5RULHDY/s1600-h/Templater.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SMUl36H9xVI/AAAAAAAAAEE/5CWT5RULHDY/s320/Templater.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243638983568508242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we were hiding under the bleachers in the swimming complex : &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SMUmabem0NI/AAAAAAAAAEM/kT8YT4exPiQ/s1600-h/Sportshalltemplater.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SMUmabem0NI/AAAAAAAAAEM/kT8YT4exPiQ/s320/Sportshalltemplater.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243639576637395154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 12 of us :&lt;br /&gt;- Adelene&lt;br /&gt;- Me&lt;br /&gt;- Pearl&lt;br /&gt;- Anjali&lt;br /&gt;- Ramsay&lt;br /&gt;- Krish&lt;br /&gt;- Xing Wei&lt;br /&gt;- Thaddeaus&lt;br /&gt;- Alethea&lt;br /&gt;- Nishok.&lt;br /&gt;- Clarissa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest were at the back of the field :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SMUm4RPxQsI/AAAAAAAAAEU/0tRDKBY147Q/s1600-h/Templater1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SMUm4RPxQsI/AAAAAAAAAEU/0tRDKBY147Q/s320/Templater1.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243640089286886082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were hiding from some Nazi gangsters who were on the walkway nearest to us, by the swimming pools. They were holding gigantic guns and guarding a silver suitcase. I think we were trying to get the silver suitcase, although i have completely no idea what it held, but only that we were desperate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all had, each, two pistols/rifles, one in each hand.&lt;br /&gt;Finally, we sprung out an tried to KILL the gangsters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After about 3 minutes, I think Xing wei and Thaddeaus died. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;We were losing, against the ex-30 member gang, which was now a 15 member gang, so i Jumped into the pool as a last resort to get a better aim at the leader gangster.&lt;br /&gt;Pearl tried to follow suit, but died. :( Refer to map for details. ( SORRY PEARL &lt;br /&gt;Immediately after she died, I got stunned by a tranquilizer gun!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND IT HURT, OKAY?!?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember everything going dark and hazy and my side hurt like hell.&lt;br /&gt;Then Krish swam over and gave me a green card ( Which i shall describe as a life card  ) and slotted it into my knee. Gross, but cool.&lt;br /&gt;I instantly felt better, but after he took out the green card ( the one he slotted into my knee, which he took out from HIS knee ) he collapsed. I think that life card was essential to the dream, as it represented your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;3 YOU KRISH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, moving on, we escaped through the hallway, and down the stairs, moving towards the field as a last attempt to join our other forces. I remember Darryl chasing me frantically, as I was a much slower runner than he is, and that everyone who was our enemy was chasing us from behind closely. Our enemy was now the whole of G1 and R2, which had converted to the dark side.&lt;br /&gt;  Finally Darryl caught up with me, and jumped me from behind. Then he morphed into Milon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Milon stabbed a pistol into my chest  ( WHICH HURT ) and said, " You're gonna die you ( string of vulgarities )!!!!!" Before morphing, AGAIN, into Nishok. =="&lt;br /&gt;Now, Nishok is FAR lighter than Milon, and did i mention he was BALD? He got thrown to the ground and then i shot him 5 times. My hand was shaking so badly because I was crying so hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys have no freakin idea how its like to be held by another friend you know and having a pistol jammed in your chest, and that 'friend' is trying to kill you desperately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I threw him off and ran back to 'battle' and killed half of G1. :D / D:&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly the Retro Natalie Lam popped up and said : ' I am Eva. I can't resist temptation. ' and started licking a bar of Magnum.&lt;br /&gt;And then everything went black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were back in the amphitheatre and dead bodies were lying everywhere, and they were all bloody and sadistic looking.&lt;br /&gt;Many people died during the battle and all that were injured were just lying there, moaning and groaning and no one was coming to help. I think everyone died in the process because of trying to prevent/ get the silver suitcase which those damn NAZI gangsters had in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From this dream I learnt 30 things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I like Magnum.&lt;br /&gt;2. Natalie likes Magnum.&lt;br /&gt;3. Natalie's true, inner name is Eva.&lt;br /&gt;4. Nishok looks cool bald.&lt;br /&gt;5. I long to kill G1 . ?!?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;6. If you're helpless and groaning on the ground, most likely no one is around to help you.&lt;br /&gt;7. Xing Wei and Thaddeaus and Pearl are extremely bad gunfighters.&lt;br /&gt;8. I love Krish.&lt;br /&gt;9. I miss doing sports at Bishan sports halL!&lt;br /&gt;10. A field is the best place to have bloodshed. E.G. rugby tournament.&lt;br /&gt;11. Milon, Darryl and Nishok are actually the same person.&lt;br /&gt;12. I hate Milon/Darryl/Nishok's dark side.&lt;br /&gt;13. Nishok is incredibly light.&lt;br /&gt;14. McCoy does not look good in black.&lt;br /&gt;15. Silver suitcases during travel = bad luck.&lt;br /&gt;16. I don't like gangsters, Nazi or not.&lt;br /&gt;17. I miss St.Nicholas.&lt;br /&gt;18. I must study for my MTA exam!&lt;br /&gt;19. Mug mug mug for year-end exams!!!&lt;br /&gt;20. I hate getting shot by tranquilzer guns.&lt;br /&gt;21. Swimming pools are my refuge.&lt;br /&gt;22. Bleachers as well. Bleach. Reminds me of an anime show.&lt;br /&gt;23. Krish would die for me!&lt;br /&gt;24. I was bored.&lt;br /&gt;25. I like killing/using guns.&lt;br /&gt;26. I feel like a sadist.&lt;br /&gt;27. I am in severe need of cheering up, e.g. Ramsay in a clown suit.&lt;br /&gt;28. Pink is SOTA's lucky colour.&lt;br /&gt;29. Pink pencils will help pass your exam.&lt;br /&gt;30. Classes R2, 3 and 5 are COOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I gotta go now, gotta meet charlene. At the airport, see. Okay! I'm going to Paris in 2 hours!!!!! Seeya guys, and meet you all on the 23rd of september. I'll bring back souveneirs, okay? Seeya! I WILL MISS YOU ALL :) WISH ME LUCK! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( and bon voyage, please. )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4978437094336620475-8445058285893927975?l=cheesycheeken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesycheeken.blogspot.com/feeds/8445058285893927975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4978437094336620475&amp;postID=8445058285893927975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978437094336620475/posts/default/8445058285893927975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978437094336620475/posts/default/8445058285893927975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesycheeken.blogspot.com/2008/09/dreams.html' title=''/><author><name>nikki - maxfy.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11353032665153642409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRLqGFIF-uI/AAAAAAAAAJg/H0WR1AIB_3M/s1600-R/1_160171448l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SMUl36H9xVI/AAAAAAAAAEE/5CWT5RULHDY/s72-c/Templater.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4978437094336620475.post-9190982986314931823</id><published>2008-08-24T05:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T05:36:07.987-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel weird copying ryan all the time with his weird websites. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Nicolette means :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very intuitive and wise. You understand the world better than most people.&lt;br /&gt;You also have a very active imagination. You often get carried away with your thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;You are prone to a little paranoia and jealousy. You sometimes go overboard in interpreting signals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to be pretty tightly wound. It's easy to get you excited... which can be a good or bad thing.&lt;br /&gt;You have a lot of enthusiasm, but it fades rather quickly. You don't stick with any one thing for very long.&lt;br /&gt;You have the drive to accomplish a lot in a short amount of time. Your biggest problem is making sure you finish the projects you start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very open. You communicate well, and you connect with other people easily.&lt;br /&gt;You are a naturally creative person. Ideas just flow from your mind.&lt;br /&gt;A true chameleon, you are many things at different points in your life. You are very adaptable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are well rounded, with a complete perspective on life.&lt;br /&gt;You are solid and dependable. You are loyal, and people can count on you.&lt;br /&gt;At times, you can be a bit too serious. You tend to put too much pressure on yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are relaxed, chill, and very likely to go with the flow.&lt;br /&gt;You are light hearted and accepting. You don't get worked up easily.&lt;br /&gt;Well adjusted and incredibly happy, many people wonder what your secret to life is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are friendly, charming, and warm. You get along with almost everyone.&lt;br /&gt;You work hard not to rock the boat. Your easy going attitude brings people together.&lt;br /&gt;At times, you can be a little flaky and irresponsible. But for the important things, you pull it together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a seeker. You often find yourself restless - and you have a lot of questions about life.&lt;br /&gt;You tend to travel often, to fairly random locations. You're most comfortable when you're far away from home.&lt;br /&gt;You are quite passionate and easily tempted. Your impulses sometimes get you into trouble.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4978437094336620475-9190982986314931823?l=cheesycheeken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesycheeken.blogspot.com/feeds/9190982986314931823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4978437094336620475&amp;postID=9190982986314931823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978437094336620475/posts/default/9190982986314931823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978437094336620475/posts/default/9190982986314931823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesycheeken.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-feel-weird-copying-ryan-all-time-with.html' title=''/><author><name>nikki - maxfy.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11353032665153642409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRLqGFIF-uI/AAAAAAAAAJg/H0WR1AIB_3M/s1600-R/1_160171448l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4978437094336620475.post-6488658967246385239</id><published>2008-08-23T02:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T02:08:54.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As a response to Anisha's favourite song ( UPDATE! ) i shall do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just read this new quote in my iTunes library today :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'.. Two possibilities exist: Either we are alone in the Universe or we are not. Both are equally terrifying. '&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't really recall who said it, but now that i read it i'm actually quite troubled as the speaker as well.&lt;br /&gt;But seriously ; that is quite true.&lt;br /&gt;Being lonely in the Universe without any form of communication is, well, terrifying. &lt;br /&gt;Being NOT lonely in the Universe means we have other unexpected, unknown company.&lt;br /&gt;UNfriendly company, even!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But enough of that. Today's recipe day again ; partly because i'm sooooopa bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate fudge-Vanilla / any other flavoured ice cream - layered dessert in a glass:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ICE CREAM:&lt;br /&gt;- Your choice of flavoured ice cream ( For me, vanilla/chocolate chip vanilla works best )&lt;br /&gt;FUDGE:&lt;br /&gt;- Cocoa powder ( Red man or Hershey's is best, but any cocoa powder will do.&lt;br /&gt;- Milk. ( Marigold HL ( The one with the cow prints, is best for me too :D ) )&lt;br /&gt;- Butter&lt;br /&gt;- Condensed milk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Prepare the fudge first ; cut some butter and put it in a microwavable bowl.&lt;br /&gt;( Lay your hand out flat with the whiter side facing you, and cut about 1/4 of your hand's amount of butter. More if you'd like more fudge. )&lt;br /&gt;2. Put about two and a half spoons of cocoa powder, stirring until completely dissolved.&lt;br /&gt;3. Add condensed milk, about two gigantic spills ( 3 or more spoons, preferably 5 if you have a sweet tooth )&lt;br /&gt;4. Mix till the mixture is thick and shiny. ( At least, thats how its supposed to be like )&lt;br /&gt;5. Estimate and add about two - three spoons worth of milk.&lt;br /&gt;6. Stir, making sure the fudge isn't runny like chocolate soup, but not so thick that it cant move easily.&lt;br /&gt;7. Next, take a glass ; plastic cup would do but its not as effective.&lt;br /&gt;8. Fill the bottom about 0.5 - 1cm high of fudge.&lt;br /&gt;9. Scoop thin layers of ice cream to cover the fudge, dont press them down as this will spill the fudge all over the ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;10. Repeat steps 8 and 9 over and over, except thinning the fudge amount per layer till the top.&lt;br /&gt;11. You should have a nice dessert - layered fudge and ice cream!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got the idea for this ice cream through thought.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, pouring the fudge over ice cream ENSURES i don't have any fudge left when i reach the bottom of my cup.&lt;br /&gt;Therefore i have a layer of fudge per layer of ice cream :D&lt;br /&gt;Also by looking at black forest cakes - they're super super super layered, with thick amounts of berries, cream and cake. :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fudge recipe can be used on its own, for example freezing it in a baking tray to make your personal bar of chocolate ( By freezing for 2 days in the freezer, or till you're satisfied with the texture ). Or, you can simply indulge :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRY IT. You won't regret it :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I'm deadddddddddddddddddddddddddddddd and i wanna kill someone a.k.a someone whose name starts with an r and ends with. another letter. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4978437094336620475-6488658967246385239?l=cheesycheeken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesycheeken.blogspot.com/feeds/6488658967246385239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4978437094336620475&amp;postID=6488658967246385239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978437094336620475/posts/default/6488658967246385239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978437094336620475/posts/default/6488658967246385239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesycheeken.blogspot.com/2008/08/as-response-to-anishas-favourite-song.html' title=''/><author><name>nikki - maxfy.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11353032665153642409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRLqGFIF-uI/AAAAAAAAAJg/H0WR1AIB_3M/s1600-R/1_160171448l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4978437094336620475.post-1315961120483417685</id><published>2008-08-10T02:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T02:11:50.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/g77vdD_oUqc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/g77vdD_oUqc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="217" height="172"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random narnia video.&lt;br /&gt;Cheers to gwendolyn ; i know how much you love skandar! ( edmund pevensie )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4978437094336620475-1315961120483417685?l=cheesycheeken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesycheeken.blogspot.com/feeds/1315961120483417685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4978437094336620475&amp;postID=1315961120483417685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978437094336620475/posts/default/1315961120483417685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978437094336620475/posts/default/1315961120483417685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesycheeken.blogspot.com/2008/08/random-narnia-video.html' title=''/><author><name>nikki - maxfy.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11353032665153642409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRLqGFIF-uI/AAAAAAAAAJg/H0WR1AIB_3M/s1600-R/1_160171448l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4978437094336620475.post-5885493915132962907</id><published>2008-08-10T01:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T01:27:01.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OKAY!&lt;br /&gt;I won't bother flooding my tagbox with my own comments and replies, so here you go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31st July :&lt;br /&gt;Anisha - :D&lt;br /&gt;Cecilia - done and done! really miss you too you know... Your rhythmic gym is soooo pro now! * sniffle with jealousy. *&lt;br /&gt;Clar - I know you're female but you could be a HAPPY ( gay ) female :( mmhmm they should have warned us it was MALE sizing =="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st August :&lt;br /&gt;'Jeremy the perfect' - Yeah.. But everyone would be bored to their utmost wits. except for the sandra part, yeah? 'awesome' 'CODENAME'. ( many inverted commas, i know. )&lt;br /&gt;Gelin - that goes without saying, although there should be an 'i love/hate' in front.&lt;br /&gt;(1st/3rd august )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd Augustus :&lt;br /&gt;Natasha : OHMYGOSHINESS YES I DO! My grandma rocks :D and yes, i am saying hi. OMG YOU'RE IN BAND HAHAHHAHAHAH TRUMPET RUMPET. okay whats a rumpet okay nevermind. sota's great. good luck to you too ; and yeah i've linked you!&lt;br /&gt;Clar: Yep. :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th August :&lt;br /&gt;Anisha:O.O x2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6th August :&lt;br /&gt;Aqilah : Don't we all have our doubts. Sally's back RULES YEAH!!! ( P.S. I doubt it too :D )okay fine :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8th August : &lt;br /&gt;Anisha: O.o....... O.o x 12934761298374619283746&lt;br /&gt;Aqilah : BYE BYE AQILAH NANANA I KNOW YOU'RE DEAD CAUSE NANANNA YOU'RE PARENTS ARE NANANNA VERY STRICT NANANAN. will tag asap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9th August : &lt;br /&gt;Crystal : Hi. * tag you too *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10th August:&lt;br /&gt;Anisha - GO VOMIT SOMEWHERE ELSE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4978437094336620475-5885493915132962907?l=cheesycheeken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesycheeken.blogspot.com/feeds/5885493915132962907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4978437094336620475&amp;postID=5885493915132962907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978437094336620475/posts/default/5885493915132962907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978437094336620475/posts/default/5885493915132962907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesycheeken.blogspot.com/2008/08/okay-i-wont-bother-flooding-my-tagbox.html' title=''/><author><name>nikki - maxfy.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11353032665153642409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRLqGFIF-uI/AAAAAAAAAJg/H0WR1AIB_3M/s1600-R/1_160171448l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4978437094336620475.post-5311395467713826762</id><published>2008-08-09T05:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T01:15:06.928-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yo.&lt;br /&gt;Krish time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ppbZ01CMCRE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ppbZ01CMCRE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="217" height="172"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Krish:&lt;br /&gt;Wearing a crown made out of wire, making him go INSANE.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, in case you're wondering what the HELL this video is about look at my previous post :)&lt;br /&gt;Quote : &lt;br /&gt;' GO AWAY!!! Stop invading us bleahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh * pulls face *&lt;br /&gt;credits to :&lt;br /&gt;Anisha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4978437094336620475-5311395467713826762?l=cheesycheeken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesycheeken.blogspot.com/feeds/5311395467713826762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4978437094336620475&amp;postID=5311395467713826762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978437094336620475/posts/default/5311395467713826762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978437094336620475/posts/default/5311395467713826762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesycheeken.blogspot.com/2008/08/yo.html' title=''/><author><name>nikki - maxfy.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11353032665153642409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRLqGFIF-uI/AAAAAAAAAJg/H0WR1AIB_3M/s1600-R/1_160171448l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4978437094336620475.post-6021388190999861954</id><published>2008-08-09T04:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T05:26:33.762-07:00</updated><title type='text'>National day</title><content type='html'>National day for me isn't national day without the 'National'.&lt;br /&gt;Because otherwise it would just be.&lt;br /&gt;uh.&lt;br /&gt;'Day.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but whatever, SOTA national day ROCKS!&lt;br /&gt;It was a mini rock concert during community singing, and MAN!&lt;br /&gt;I trampled on my song sheet so much while jumping it got torn into like 123461892374618923746 pieces.&lt;br /&gt;But, yay! We got runner up for mask making competition for a script we just made up :O&lt;br /&gt;' This red leaf represents the fiery passion of singaporeans, showing our unique Singaporean spirit! '&lt;br /&gt;' These 4 petals on this mask may be small, but they are still part of this mask ; showing how Singapore is small, but we are still an important part of the globe. '&lt;br /&gt;' This tall headress represents the booming economy blah di blah di blah di blah '&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.. I love arts fest rehearsals, which may sound weird but at least its better than math exams and chinese essays and ihss artefacts and media ed posters!&lt;br /&gt;it involves umbrellas for goodness sakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh... I think this post is gonna end now partly because i'm bored and can't be bothered to write and partly because i'm supposed to be doing my ihss project.&lt;br /&gt;so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coolio toodlio.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4978437094336620475-6021388190999861954?l=cheesycheeken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesycheeken.blogspot.com/feeds/6021388190999861954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4978437094336620475&amp;postID=6021388190999861954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978437094336620475/posts/default/6021388190999861954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978437094336620475/posts/default/6021388190999861954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesycheeken.blogspot.com/2008/08/national-day.html' title='National day'/><author><name>nikki - maxfy.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11353032665153642409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRLqGFIF-uI/AAAAAAAAAJg/H0WR1AIB_3M/s1600-R/1_160171448l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4978437094336620475.post-4941991455459922797</id><published>2008-07-31T04:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T05:14:30.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have officially updated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I shall blog about several favourite phrases used by fellow Sota people.&lt;br /&gt;( Sotarians? Sotans? Sotians? Sotabarbarians? Sotagians? Sots? )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Go away! We don't need you! This is OUR table!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sound familiar?&lt;br /&gt;OH Yes, these are the rantings of the oh-so-emo Krish Natarajan.&lt;br /&gt;Now, you see, Krish is a very possessive person who dislikes people to share an umbrella-table.&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, while chomping down vegetarian instant noodles, he would scream his signature phrase. &lt;br /&gt;Victims might suffer severe bruises or pushes. &lt;br /&gt;Krish is also a very fast SMS-er, particularly if he's heartbroken and going to stand in the middle of the road and DIE.&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion: STAY AWAY FROM OUR TABLE.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, he also screams at the next quote-quoter (!?!?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;You're shmuckface piece of shmuck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh.&lt;br /&gt;Banna Ramsay, a.k.a. Mr Bean.&lt;br /&gt;You see, Mr Bean loves to insult people. ( But doesn't actually mean it. )&lt;br /&gt;He and Krish will go around screaming signature phrases such as:&lt;br /&gt;" GO AWAY! "&lt;br /&gt;" WE DONT NEED YOU! "&lt;br /&gt;" PIECE OF SHMUCK, YOU! "&lt;br /&gt;" ?? "&lt;br /&gt;Signature phrase number 5 occurs most often when hanging around with weird people who make no sense and say " I love marshmallows " 17 times a day, a.k.a. Nikki Chin.&lt;br /&gt;Mr Bean is also a victim of severe mental damage, therefore occuring in spasms such as the 'Viva la Vida' dances, and Romit Roy's *Emotion, Passion* dance.&lt;br /&gt;Mr Bean is usually very dumb, but will attempt maths equations when pressurised.&lt;br /&gt;Mr Bean is also a close friend of this next quote-quoter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Its Artsfest Rehearsals today? SH********!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes,&lt;br /&gt;its THE Justine Mena Dominique Ocampo, a.k.a Orange Juice, or Chairman of THE CLASS R3!&lt;br /&gt;Ms Ocampo believes that folding airplanes for 4 hours are extremely...&lt;br /&gt;Papery.&lt;br /&gt;Ms Ocampo tends to say this phrase mostly on Wednesdays and Fridays, and sometimes, if severe pressure affects Ms Ocampo, Ms Ocampo will collapse and stick out her tongue.&lt;br /&gt;Ms Ocampo is said to be a very big fan of Ninjas, and Famous Amos Cookies. Ms Ocampo usually starves during break and the next quote-quoter does not let her eat, according to reporters and said dietary advisors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I'M NOT SALLY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of you reading this article would not understand this statement, because this phase only occurs on days that have a 1 or 2 hour Math period that is Sunny, and if your name is Anisha Charan.&lt;br /&gt;Sally-pneumonia-ultramicro-flu-maniacness is a disease which show the following symptoms:&lt;br /&gt;- Face making&lt;br /&gt;- Screaming&lt;br /&gt;- Smashing head into Pie&lt;br /&gt;- Chasing Ryan (R4) from the canteen to the bookshop trying to poke him&lt;br /&gt;- swinging a large umbrella&lt;br /&gt;- Severe laughing&lt;br /&gt;- Severe pokes and screams from Justine Ocampo And Nikki Chin, doing the Sally's Back song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sally's back song :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sally's back, &lt;br /&gt;Na Na Na!&lt;br /&gt;Back again,&lt;br /&gt;Na Na Na!&lt;br /&gt;Sally's back,&lt;br /&gt;Na Na Na!&lt;br /&gt;Tell a friend!&lt;br /&gt;NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sally-pneumonia-ultramicro-flu-maniacness can occur                                                                                                                                                                               after 2 hour math periods and very sunny days.&lt;br /&gt;Can be solved by spraying large amounts of water on the patient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Oh my God thats so lame lah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmhmm. This phrase is usually said when hanging out with yours truly, but mostly because i'm lame.&lt;br /&gt;However, this phrase is actually said at least 50 times a day by the ONE AND ONLY Clarissa Soon Ser JIA!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Clarissa is a theatre faculty student which is extremely prone to laughter and face-redness. Ms Soon is also an official NewYorkers member, as a Clapper. NewYorkers is a gay band consisting of gay people.&lt;br /&gt;CONCLUSION: CLarissa is gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry i can't think of anymore phrases as I didn't go to school today..&lt;br /&gt;Can't believe I fell sick, AGAIN!&lt;br /&gt;This is the fourth time happened to me! ( severe headache and vomiting )&lt;br /&gt;I've experimented and concluded that the best solution is at least 4 hours of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;THerefore i've been sleeping since early morning, and feel so much better now! Miss you guys even if its only a day.&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeya tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;( By the way, its next week we have to wear red right? I AM NOT WEARING CAMP T SHIRT!&lt;br /&gt;Its far too big and reaches my knees. BAHH! Why the hell did I buy M, its freaking Male sizes for goodness sake, unless we shrink it in the wash or something! )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4978437094336620475-4941991455459922797?l=cheesycheeken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesycheeken.blogspot.com/feeds/4941991455459922797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4978437094336620475&amp;postID=4941991455459922797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978437094336620475/posts/default/4941991455459922797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978437094336620475/posts/default/4941991455459922797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesycheeken.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-have-officially-updated.html' title=''/><author><name>nikki - maxfy.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11353032665153642409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRLqGFIF-uI/AAAAAAAAAJg/H0WR1AIB_3M/s1600-R/1_160171448l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4978437094336620475.post-8506123925913804063</id><published>2008-07-19T01:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T01:50:46.859-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BeezleBoss</title><content type='html'>Its time for the gay iTunes quiz! :)&lt;br /&gt;grabbed from my sister's blog ( charlotte, on my links. )&lt;br /&gt;YOU SUCK CHARLOTTE&lt;br /&gt;okay moving on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RULES:&lt;br /&gt;1. Put Your iTunes/Windows Media Player/ETC on Shuffle.&lt;br /&gt;2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.&lt;br /&gt;3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS.&lt;br /&gt;4. Put any comments in brackets after the song name.&lt;br /&gt;5. Put this on your journal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If someone says, “Is this okay?” You say?&lt;br /&gt;"Potential Break Up Song"&lt;br /&gt;?!?!?!?! Uh. I don't think potential break ups are okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.How would you describe yourself?&lt;br /&gt;" A moment like this ".&lt;br /&gt;Uh. I guess i'm am something special in a moment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.What do you like in a girl/guy?&lt;br /&gt;"Misery Business".&lt;br /&gt;HAHAH HOW IRONIC. I guess i like miserable guys?!?! Or maybe emo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.How do you feel today?&lt;br /&gt;" Now that you are near ".&lt;br /&gt;Uh. How does that make any sense? Maybe because you're near? ( !!?! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.What is your life’s purpose?&lt;br /&gt;" Boston " &lt;br /&gt;To go to boston. Nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.What is your motto?&lt;br /&gt;" Success Way " ( The sony ericsson ringtone HAHAHAH! )&lt;br /&gt;Uh. To get the way to success. How nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What do your friends think of you?&lt;br /&gt;"If I ain't got you "&lt;br /&gt;Awww! How sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What do you think of your parents?&lt;br /&gt;"Funky Town "&lt;br /&gt;uh. they're from town but not exactly funky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.What do you think about very often?&lt;br /&gt;"Maneater"&lt;br /&gt;Uh. I guess i like to eat men. Gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.What is 2 + 2?&lt;br /&gt;Sunshine. ( !?!?!?!? )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.What do you think of your best friend?&lt;br /&gt;" Can't take my eyes off you "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.What do you think of the person you like?&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not missing you"&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHHAHAHA HOW IRONIC OMGOMGOMG HAHAHAHAHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.What is your life story?&lt;br /&gt;"Highway Blues"&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.What do you want to be when you grow up?&lt;br /&gt;"Start of something new"&lt;br /&gt;I guess i'll be someone else. Marilyn Monroe, maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.What do you think of when you see the person you like?&lt;br /&gt;"My sacrifice " &lt;br /&gt;Maybe i'll do something to sacrifice myself. ( ... ELIPSIS, BABY! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.What will you dance to at your wedding?&lt;br /&gt;" The mr brown show "&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAH THAT WILL BE SOMETHING TO REMEMBER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.What will they play at your funeral?&lt;br /&gt;" Stick to the status quo. "&lt;br /&gt;Uh. Hsm again. Maybe they'll stay best friend / enemy and establish the hierarchy?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.What is your hobby/interest?&lt;br /&gt;" symphony number 9. "&lt;br /&gt;GREATTTT. composing symphonies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.What is your biggest fear?&lt;br /&gt;" LOST AT SEA "&lt;br /&gt;HAHHAHAHA THATS KIND OF TRUE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.What is your biggest secret?&lt;br /&gt;" I am the walrus "&lt;br /&gt;hAHAHAHAHAH OMG THATS FUNNY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21.What do you think of your friends?&lt;br /&gt;" History "&lt;br /&gt;Hey. that ain't true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.What will you post this as?&lt;br /&gt;"Beezleboss. "&lt;br /&gt;I have NO idea what that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( I have deleted question 23. Very gross. HAHAH! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you laughed at it ;)&lt;br /&gt;In case you guys want to check that the songs ARE real , here are the artistes :&lt;br /&gt;( by the way, my playlist is 123894120348710923874 years old. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Potential Break Up Song - Aly and Aj&lt;br /&gt;2.A Moment Like This - Kelly Clarkson&lt;br /&gt;3.Misery Business - Paramore&lt;br /&gt;4.Now that you are Near - Hillsongs United Live&lt;br /&gt;5.Boston - Augustana&lt;br /&gt;6.Success Way- Sony Ericsson&lt;br /&gt;7.If I Ain't Got You - Alicia Keys&lt;br /&gt;8.Funky Town - AuditionSEA&lt;br /&gt;9.Maneater - Nelly Furtado&lt;br /&gt;10.Sunshine - Sony Ericsson&lt;br /&gt;11.Can't take my eyes off you - High School M&lt;br /&gt;12.I'm Not Missing you - Stacie Orrico&lt;br /&gt;13. Highway blues - Marc Seales&lt;br /&gt;14.Start of something new - High School Musical&lt;br /&gt;15.My Sacrifice - Creed&lt;br /&gt;16. The Mr Brown Show - Mr Brown ( Video on youtube, i think. )&lt;br /&gt;17.Stick to the Status Quo - High School Musical.&lt;br /&gt;18.Symphony No. 9 - Ludwig van Beethoven&lt;br /&gt;19. Lost at sea - Eisley&lt;br /&gt;20.I Am The Walrus - Yellow Matter Custard&lt;br /&gt;21.History - Funeral of a Friend&lt;br /&gt;22.Beezleboss - Tenacious D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, shall i make a tag quiz? :D&lt;br /&gt;NO.&lt;br /&gt;okay bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4978437094336620475-8506123925913804063?l=cheesycheeken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesycheeken.blogspot.com/feeds/8506123925913804063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4978437094336620475&amp;postID=8506123925913804063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978437094336620475/posts/default/8506123925913804063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978437094336620475/posts/default/8506123925913804063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesycheeken.blogspot.com/2008/07/beezleboss.html' title='BeezleBoss'/><author><name>nikki - maxfy.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11353032665153642409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRLqGFIF-uI/AAAAAAAAAJg/H0WR1AIB_3M/s1600-R/1_160171448l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4978437094336620475.post-3033226780506943093</id><published>2008-07-02T05:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T05:25:58.069-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pitta.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://frankly.pitas.com/"&gt;Frankly its Pitta bread.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ripped this off RYAN HAHAHAHAH. Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( http://www.something-but-i-cannot-remember.blogspot.com/ )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4978437094336620475-3033226780506943093?l=cheesycheeken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesycheeken.blogspot.com/feeds/3033226780506943093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4978437094336620475&amp;postID=3033226780506943093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978437094336620475/posts/default/3033226780506943093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978437094336620475/posts/default/3033226780506943093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesycheeken.blogspot.com/2008/07/pitta.html' title='Pitta.'/><author><name>nikki - maxfy.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11353032665153642409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRLqGFIF-uI/AAAAAAAAAJg/H0WR1AIB_3M/s1600-R/1_160171448l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4978437094336620475.post-9135898554865266346</id><published>2008-07-02T04:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T05:11:06.091-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello.</title><content type='html'>TOLD CHA I WOULD BE ON A BLOG HIATUS!&lt;br /&gt;Okay never mind about that now.&lt;br /&gt;I have seriously no idea how to work out facebook. Or to view profiles ; so yeah if i randomly add people i have no idea what i'm even doing!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway i'm using like my computer cause i'm seriously bored.. can't even be bothered to make peanut butter ice cream! BUT according to my like. Uh. MSN private message it says i'm on a peanut butter hiatus. Yep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those people in SOTA that i KNOW and reading this and not in my MSN list please add me! You should all know what my msn is by now ==" If you dont to remind you its something about cows. First two are the sounds but the second one has three o's. :D Or tag your blog so i can tag you my email there..? DO NOT tag me your facebook link cause i'll just screw your profile up within 0.0000000000000000000000000001 milliseconds! &lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was pretty fine i guess, got our scores for our ANIMAL FARM! Twenty seven ribbons~&lt;br /&gt;And about 999 zillion people invaded my room today@@@@@@@@@@@@@.&lt;br /&gt;BAH!&lt;br /&gt;So yeah.. stayed in school until 7pm.&lt;br /&gt;RAn for 158 from one side of the overheadbridge to another, and got into the bus stinkin sweaty and yeah of COURSE the aircon was great after that... (PERSON) called me a zillion times! Clar and I was smsin as well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THEN. Here I am watching Take Home Chef. o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incredibly boring considering my blood glucose levels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CANT WAIT for the Wedmesdays to come!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YEAH! Ramsay came back after 1 week of bleddy school. (#@^$(*$&amp;@@&amp;#@ And incredibly the two guys ( Krish and Ramsay ) hair is longer. Like they didn't cut it! :O&lt;br /&gt;Yeah my hair is longer now, I think most of ya have seen me with my hair up ;) But i STILL refuse to tie it often because i think i look like a craptard. Although it IS nice to have my hair out of the way once in the while, for instance during sports lessons :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah Now there's KYLIE KWONG.. I hate chinese who hos tchinese food shows who don't speak chinese and is not in china. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye. REMEMBER TO ADD IN MSN~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4978437094336620475-9135898554865266346?l=cheesycheeken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesycheeken.blogspot.com/feeds/9135898554865266346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4978437094336620475&amp;postID=9135898554865266346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978437094336620475/posts/default/9135898554865266346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978437094336620475/posts/default/9135898554865266346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesycheeken.blogspot.com/2008/07/hello.html' title='Hello.'/><author><name>nikki - maxfy.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11353032665153642409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRLqGFIF-uI/AAAAAAAAAJg/H0WR1AIB_3M/s1600-R/1_160171448l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4978437094336620475.post-1105017194966540468</id><published>2008-06-18T22:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T23:11:42.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pokeplushie.</title><content type='html'>oOoOoOokay!&lt;br /&gt;Its time for a poke-plushie.&lt;br /&gt;Technically its a plushie, which comes out a pokemon...?&lt;br /&gt;Okay never mind.&lt;br /&gt;Most of you will think this is utterly random, but yeah i found it on someone's website and decided to give it a try.&lt;br /&gt;SO.&lt;br /&gt;You should see it when you scroll down my blog, its a pink ball.&lt;br /&gt;But its not supposed to stay a pink ball.&lt;br /&gt;Its supposed to become SOMETHING, but i dont know what.&lt;br /&gt;SO yeah, if you want to help me "level up" the plushie, just click the link and yeah level it up. HAHAHAH!&lt;br /&gt;I'm doing this cause i'm extremely bored and hardly anyone's online on MSN, so i just went websurfing and found this. Extremely random.&lt;br /&gt;The ball should hatch about two days from now: the twenty-first, on saturday.&lt;br /&gt;Cant wait to see what random stuff is inside.&lt;br /&gt;You can get your own as well ( but i dont think many of you will)&lt;br /&gt;at: &lt;a href="http://www.pokeplushies.com"&gt;Pokeplushies!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just have to name your plushie, copy and paste the html code into whatever template you want ( blog, website ) and tadahhh.&lt;br /&gt;You have a random pokeplushie.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow i like the word plushie.&lt;br /&gt;Its cute.&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still haven't done 50% of my holiday homework - 2 of which i didn't get cause i was absent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hooray for M.Cs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ho yes - i've found another funny video on youtube.&lt;br /&gt;Its called...&lt;br /&gt;CHARLIE THE UNICORN!&lt;br /&gt;Some of you might have already watched it, but its an extremely gay video that reminds me of some people in sota. HAHAHAH!&lt;br /&gt;Its quite an old video, i guess...?&lt;br /&gt;But here it is anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q5im0Ssyyus&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q5im0Ssyyus&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="217" height="172"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIKED IT?&lt;br /&gt;Well for those who didn't get the joke at the end,&lt;br /&gt;where charlie said&lt;br /&gt;" GAH THEY TOOK MY FREAKIN KIDNEY "&lt;br /&gt;It means that the two gay unicorns just lured him to the candy mountain cave,&lt;br /&gt;to take his kidney, and sell the kidney.&lt;br /&gt;I think you should have known that people sell human parts for money? HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;They went through all that trouble just to take Charlie's kidney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now i have another video!&lt;br /&gt;Its called..&lt;br /&gt;PLANET UNICORN!&lt;br /&gt;The theme song is the BEST theme song i've ever heard.&lt;br /&gt;EVER.&lt;br /&gt;Its a series - so you should watch all 6 videos, or more. I forgot how many are there. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EQJD1ura7G4&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EQJD1ura7G4&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="217" height="172"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENJOY THE REST OF THE SCHOOL HOLIDAYS!&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Nique&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4978437094336620475-1105017194966540468?l=cheesycheeken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesycheeken.blogspot.com/feeds/1105017194966540468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4978437094336620475&amp;postID=1105017194966540468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978437094336620475/posts/default/1105017194966540468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978437094336620475/posts/default/1105017194966540468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesycheeken.blogspot.com/2008/06/pokeplushie.html' title='Pokeplushie.'/><author><name>nikki - maxfy.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11353032665153642409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRLqGFIF-uI/AAAAAAAAAJg/H0WR1AIB_3M/s1600-R/1_160171448l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4978437094336620475.post-4126653980382320517</id><published>2008-06-17T18:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T19:04:17.094-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAHHAHAA</title><content type='html'>SORRY FOR NOT UPDATING.&lt;br /&gt;Had harp rehearsals everyday for the past week and so and so for the past few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;Really tiring - this isn't school holidays. AHHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;But it'll all pay off this Sunday i guess. It'll be over until October. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SINCE I HAVE NOTHING TO POST - Krish i haven't been experimenting with the ice cream &lt;br /&gt;I shall do the quiz nicole tagged me to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G1.Nisha&lt;br /&gt;G2.justine&lt;br /&gt;G3.clarissa&lt;br /&gt;G4.laura&lt;br /&gt;G5.kirsten&lt;br /&gt;G6.sarah (harp, not r3. lol. )&lt;br /&gt;G7.pearl&lt;br /&gt;G8.natalie&lt;br /&gt;G9.crystal ( from st nicks. )&lt;br /&gt;G10.adelene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B1. uh. dad.&lt;br /&gt;B2.krish&lt;br /&gt;B3.ramsay&lt;br /&gt;B4.nicholas keith ( not from sota. )&lt;br /&gt;B5.watermelon.&lt;br /&gt;B6.mushroom.&lt;br /&gt;B7.romit&lt;br /&gt;B8.yun chai&lt;br /&gt;B9.chad&lt;br /&gt;B10. nigel&lt;br /&gt;1.Is G7:pearl or G10:adelene a better friend of yours?&lt;br /&gt;uh, both quite the same (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;br /&gt;For Girls:What would you do if B3:ramsay confess to you that he likes you?&lt;br /&gt;HOLY #@($&amp;@#()$&amp;@()#$&amp;*)@(#*&amp;$)@(#$&amp;*#@($&amp;@)(#*$&amp; i would scream and run to the nearest police station and gag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Relationship of B7:romit&amp; G3:clarissa.&lt;br /&gt;eh. not very good. LOL.But they're getting better (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.How is B10:nigel related to you?&lt;br /&gt;primary school mate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.Would B9:chad &amp; G4:laura ever get in a relationship?&lt;br /&gt;No. effing way. laura's like 15 and chad's like 11. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.Describe B8:yun chai.&lt;br /&gt;likes gum. pro at harp. like, really really pro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.What would happen if B2:krish &amp; G9:crystal date?&lt;br /&gt;they already know each other. although not really close. but yeah i guess i'll just go along. HAHAHHAHA SORRY KRISH :))))))))))))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.What does B6:mushroom+G6sarah = ?&lt;br /&gt;nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.&lt;br /&gt;For Girls: Would you ever date B5?:watermelon.&lt;br /&gt;no. LOL. much to young?!? HELLO???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. How much do you like G8:natalie as a friend?&lt;br /&gt;long-time-ago friend. hahaha. very nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.Is B7:romit handsome?&lt;br /&gt;. i'm not gonna answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.If you can only choose between G1:anisha &amp;B1:dad,which 1 would you choose?&lt;br /&gt;duh. anisha. HAHAHAHAHAHA. ( sry for not explaining why )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.Is B4: single ?&lt;br /&gt;nicholas. eh, not very sure leh. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.Is G2:justine attractive?&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA WHAT SHOULD I SAY????????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.Out of everyone in your list,who do you HATE the most?&lt;br /&gt;crap quiz this is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now tag 6 ppl to do this quiz.&lt;br /&gt;justine&lt;br /&gt;yun chai&lt;br /&gt;nicholas keith&lt;br /&gt;r3 blog. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;clarissa&lt;br /&gt;laura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAGGED YOOOOOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw that yoo is supposed to be you. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Anywayzah.&lt;br /&gt;Not gonna bother typing out my everyday during the june holidays.&lt;br /&gt;Ya'll will get bored to extreme death.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;Unless you wanna read about holiday homework~&lt;br /&gt;So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Next week i'll probably go on a blog hiatus until i can effing blog again :( &lt;br /&gt;sorry to cheryl and krish for not replying on the tagboardie for so long! HAHAHAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byez (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Nicole: okay :)&lt;br /&gt;Romit: your blog doesn't exist. lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4978437094336620475-4126653980382320517?l=cheesycheeken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesycheeken.blogspot.com/feeds/4126653980382320517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4978437094336620475&amp;postID=4126653980382320517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978437094336620475/posts/default/4126653980382320517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978437094336620475/posts/default/4126653980382320517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesycheeken.blogspot.com/2008/06/hahhahaa.html' title='HAHHAHAA'/><author><name>nikki - maxfy.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11353032665153642409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRLqGFIF-uI/AAAAAAAAAJg/H0WR1AIB_3M/s1600-R/1_160171448l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4978437094336620475.post-7917386102172814289</id><published>2008-05-31T04:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T04:11:38.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Recipe No 1 and 2 (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;ice cream recipe ( s ? )&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ice cream number one! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vanilla-turned-honey flavoured ice cream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ingredients:&lt;br /&gt;as much vanilla ice cream as you need&lt;br /&gt;as much honey as you want&lt;br /&gt;a bowl&lt;br /&gt;a spoon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. take the ice cream and put it in the bowl ( don't make it a scoop of ice cream, more like thin flakes, but not small ones? )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. take the honey and put the honey into the bowl, spread over the ice cream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;important!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the ice cream to honey ratio should be about 3:1 - 4:1 ish.&lt;br /&gt;any more and it'll be sweet, at least thats what the experiment told me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. let the ice cream settle at room temperature for about what, five to seven minutes at most!&lt;br /&gt;4. stir the ice cream until it turns slightly yellowish, and the honey shouldn't be that obvious anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;important!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but don't make the ice cream melt if you stir too much! a bit is enough. if you dont like the mushy ice cream you could freeze it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.the visual image isn't that appetising but hey, the flavour's nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;and you're done for ice cream recipe number one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now for ice cream recipe number two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vanilla-turned-peanut butter flavoured ice cream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its an alternative to the honey flavoured ice cream, and in my opinion tastes better, as its really really creamy. :)&lt;br /&gt;the ingredients and method are the same ; except for the honey part.&lt;br /&gt;i suggest you use creamy peanut butter instead of chunky, as if its chunky the creamy  flavour of the ice cream sorta doesn't make any sense now does it. and as for step 5, stir until the ice cream has brown dots all over. but dont stir too much, as the tip said before - it'll make the ice cream melt. you dont want peanut butter flavoured ice cream soup, do ya now?&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, try them out if you dare (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4978437094336620475-7917386102172814289?l=cheesycheeken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesycheeken.blogspot.com/feeds/7917386102172814289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4978437094336620475&amp;postID=7917386102172814289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978437094336620475/posts/default/7917386102172814289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978437094336620475/posts/default/7917386102172814289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesycheeken.blogspot.com/2008/05/recipe-no-1-and-2.html' title='Recipe No 1 and 2 (:'/><author><name>nikki - maxfy.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11353032665153642409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRLqGFIF-uI/AAAAAAAAAJg/H0WR1AIB_3M/s1600-R/1_160171448l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4978437094336620475.post-5736053184347538928</id><published>2008-05-31T03:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T04:00:53.797-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good food</title><content type='html'>Hey all!&lt;br /&gt;I"m thinking of opening a new blog for all my little stashes of recipes.&lt;br /&gt;Really tired of remembering them myself - so yeah i'll just put them in a blog or somethin.&lt;br /&gt;If anyone has a blogskin like a notebook or somethin please send me? :D&lt;br /&gt;Or if its from blogskins then tag the url? :D&lt;br /&gt;Thanks loads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love &lt;br /&gt;Yael Naim New Soul's fan. ( Its the song from the camp slideshow?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(EDIT)&lt;br /&gt;On second thought, blogskins are screwed and i dont know why.&lt;br /&gt;So yeah i'll just put the recipes here yoh! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4978437094336620475-5736053184347538928?l=cheesycheeken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesycheeken.blogspot.com/feeds/5736053184347538928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4978437094336620475&amp;postID=5736053184347538928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978437094336620475/posts/default/5736053184347538928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978437094336620475/posts/default/5736053184347538928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesycheeken.blogspot.com/2008/05/good-food.html' title='Good food'/><author><name>nikki - maxfy.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11353032665153642409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRLqGFIF-uI/AAAAAAAAAJg/H0WR1AIB_3M/s1600-R/1_160171448l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4978437094336620475.post-5708547116057823642</id><published>2008-05-26T02:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T02:48:35.641-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One in a million.</title><content type='html'>Hello.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry i've not been updating my blog in AGES..&lt;br /&gt;But since everyone hasn't been updating either i guess we all have the same reason:&lt;br /&gt;We're all dead-tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably because of -&lt;br /&gt;1. Year 1 S.P.Q.R Camp.&lt;br /&gt;2. Studying.&lt;br /&gt;3. Miscellanous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah ; for me, its mostly the camp.&lt;br /&gt;I still remember what we did. ( the activities.... I think ? )&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 1.&lt;br /&gt;We arrived.. ( ME WITH MY BIG LUGGAGE. ZACHARY AND JONATHAN TOOK THE SHUTTLE BUS WHICH I DIDNT EVEN KNEW EXISTED ROARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR )&lt;br /&gt; Got into our legions! My centurion was Omega:&lt;br /&gt;Cara, Minn Linn, Janis, Romit, Pearl, Me, Ramsay and Adelene&lt;br /&gt;Then we had our breakfast.. Muffins, milo and a sausage roll. Not bad, actually.&lt;br /&gt;Then we had our foot drill! Its actually quite fun actually.&lt;br /&gt;My favourite was the marchin ;P I was the counter you see.&lt;br /&gt;But 2 days after that i got a sorethroat. WAHHAHAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;* left, left, left right left, bom check one bang! *&lt;br /&gt;Then we marched to the basketball court with our two mentors - Moritoshiyuki and krystal! :) According to Toshi, we would 'impress' with our marching. Hoo yeah right.&lt;br /&gt;Then we had our lunch. GREAT compared to my p5 camp.&lt;br /&gt;IT WAS A BUFFET.&lt;br /&gt;WITH FRIGGIN FLOWERS.&lt;br /&gt;There was even dessert and that drink-dispensing machine. Boooo.&lt;br /&gt;I think it was. Spicy stuff that day.&lt;br /&gt;OH YEAH THERE WAS MUTTON. &lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, we worked on our legion rules and stuff. &lt;br /&gt;Made our flags for each centurion. ( Our gemina's flag were all red :) )&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, since i was in omega, Pearl insisted that Omega should be like Omega 3 and therefore our logo should be a fish.&lt;br /&gt;Then Ramsay insisted that Omega was a watch brand, therefore the fish should be wearing a watch. &lt;br /&gt;Then Adelene insisted that we should draw the fish first before drawing the word Omega.&lt;br /&gt;So.. The flag was finally done after alot of insisting. Yay.&lt;br /&gt;After that we went to the basketball court again... To learn about knots and lashes. I didn't quite pay attention. WAHHAHAH! ( sorry! )  so my centurion was like just tying random knots and stuff. And amazingly, Ramsay taught the rest of us how to do a knot. First thing smart he's ever done. &lt;br /&gt;Yah, after that we did our camp cooking. My centurion was quite okay i guess, considering every single member in our group had their serving of cooked food ( it was Maggi that day , i think? ) although it was curry flavour, i was stupid enough to cry a bit of its seasoning and it burned up half my tongue. Okay exagguration but still it was spicy ( i really can't take spicy food! :( )&lt;br /&gt;So.. It was our campfire preparation time while waiting for our legion's turn for the nightwalk... The camp fire preparation dance was to the music PEANUT BUTTER JELLY TIME, the most awesome but irritating song everrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;* Wyac Wyac Wyac Wyac, and now there we go there we go there we go there we go! *&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. The night walk was even't foorping scary!!!! We were accompanied all the way, but blindfolded.. IT was so mellow compared to alot of the legionaries experiences, so they say. wahahahhahahah. But its better, since it wasn't that scary anyway. I'm not complaining.&lt;br /&gt;After that was a LESSON WHICH WE WERE LIKE 45 MINUTES LATE FOR. We still had to go bathe in like what, the 30 minutes we had left on our schedule!??!?! we were supposed to have an hour! So yeah they extended our bathe time to like 10.30.. Yay.&lt;br /&gt;So I dashed back to the girls dorm (tabula rasa ) and rushed to the bathroom ( luckily i was third, and bathed in 3 minutes. yay. ) and strangely many girls were bathing together. Yuk. &lt;br /&gt;we ate muesli bars for supper, and it was nighty nighty night!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2!&lt;br /&gt;BAH! i'm not going to even bother typing out this one. The only thing exciting was the battle drills and foot drills ( once again! )&lt;br /&gt;Forgot to tell you, i slept at 12 am the day before and woke up at 6 am. Yawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 3!&lt;br /&gt;MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM.&lt;br /&gt;I slept so much better on night 2. Bah. The day before we were practising the camp fire prep until bed time.. So we were all like dancing in our pjs. Fantastic sight.&lt;br /&gt;SO YEAH.&lt;br /&gt;We then began the hike to Kallang basin! :)&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't that bad when we hiked.&lt;br /&gt;SO after we finished our dragonboating in our PINK buoyancy vests, we were dog-tired and eating our nasi-lemak lunch. Thank goodness it tasted alright. Then yeah, we began the hike back when both my ankles got really really sore ( probably from wearing out ) and i could hardly walk. but thanks to SARAH&lt;3 we both walked slowlyyyyyyyyyyy back. Like seriously slow. Cause i couldn't rotate my ankle and had to walk with my knees straight. &lt;br /&gt;We bathed, of course.. Then we went for campfire preperation! ( I recovered in time. Phew. )&lt;br /&gt;DINNERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR ( was the barbeque. I think? Or was that yesterday? If it was yesterday i think we ate pandan rice? or nasi lemak? I forgot HAHAHAHA )&lt;br /&gt;THen it was the camp fire! all the items were simply awesome.. I especially liked R1's, Justin was so freakin hilarious. ( LIP SYNCHES! )&lt;br /&gt;I also liked R6's clap, the arrow one.. Hahahhaha.&lt;br /&gt;Then after that was someMORE freaking muesli bars for supper ( did i mention i lost my voice the day before? Had to drink jia jia liang teh , AT LEAST IT WAS COLD !)&lt;br /&gt;Then it was some MORE reflections... And my legion started playing catching and i fell down and we started playing truth or dare instead... Romit was interrogating everyone on their crushes. Waahahahahahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!&lt;br /&gt;Then of course, it was lights out ( Did i mention that in the middle of the night tabula rasa gets seriously cold!??!?! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 4!&lt;br /&gt;I slept the BEST that night.. Hahahhahahahahahahahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;THen it was some great breakfast, we even had pudding!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;We wrote to a letter to ourselves.. Then cleared the area. ( My legion carried logs and stuffs! )&lt;br /&gt;Then yeah, we all went back to the hall to collect our salt and for the closing ceremony, and we got dismissed!&lt;br /&gt;And I went home and konked out for 4 hours. Not bad, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, my fingers are hurting SLIGHTLY from typing this much.. &lt;br /&gt;SO i'll guess i'll stop now, and hope that i'll be able to blog soon again! Tooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooodles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love.&lt;br /&gt;Nique&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4978437094336620475-5708547116057823642?l=cheesycheeken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesycheeken.blogspot.com/feeds/5708547116057823642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4978437094336620475&amp;postID=5708547116057823642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978437094336620475/posts/default/5708547116057823642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978437094336620475/posts/default/5708547116057823642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesycheeken.blogspot.com/2008/05/one-in-million.html' title='One in a million.'/><author><name>nikki - maxfy.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11353032665153642409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRLqGFIF-uI/AAAAAAAAAJg/H0WR1AIB_3M/s1600-R/1_160171448l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4978437094336620475.post-3402757259386685855</id><published>2008-05-18T02:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T02:53:55.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Potter Puppet Pals</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TqTHmzMk0Cw&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TqTHmzMk0Cw&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="217" height="177"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Potter Puppet Pals.&lt;br /&gt;My Personal Favourites:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Wizard Swears&lt;br /&gt;- The Mysterious Ticking Noise&lt;br /&gt;- Bothering Snape&lt;br /&gt;- Potions Class&lt;br /&gt;- The Musical&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4978437094336620475-3402757259386685855?l=cheesycheeken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesycheeken.blogspot.com/feeds/3402757259386685855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4978437094336620475&amp;postID=3402757259386685855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978437094336620475/posts/default/3402757259386685855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978437094336620475/posts/default/3402757259386685855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesycheeken.blogspot.com/2008/05/potter-puppet-pals.html' title='Potter Puppet Pals'/><author><name>nikki - maxfy.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11353032665153642409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRLqGFIF-uI/AAAAAAAAAJg/H0WR1AIB_3M/s1600-R/1_160171448l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4978437094336620475.post-8926699029811278205</id><published>2008-05-12T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T07:29:00.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>15 Pills Of Medication A Day Is No Fun.&lt;br /&gt;Neither Is Missing 2 Hours of P.E. :(&lt;br /&gt;Or Not Enough Energy To Blog.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(.P.S. another cool vid :D http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HYokLWfqbaU&lt;br /&gt;Wierd Al Yankovic rules the Comedy World. :) Song - Ebay Song :D )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C-A-M-P-F-I-R-E-S-O-N-G SONG.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4978437094336620475-8926699029811278205?l=cheesycheeken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesycheeken.blogspot.com/feeds/8926699029811278205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4978437094336620475&amp;postID=8926699029811278205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978437094336620475/posts/default/8926699029811278205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978437094336620475/posts/default/8926699029811278205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesycheeken.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>nikki - maxfy.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11353032665153642409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRLqGFIF-uI/AAAAAAAAAJg/H0WR1AIB_3M/s1600-R/1_160171448l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4978437094336620475.post-4237097065016364100</id><published>2008-05-09T03:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T03:48:47.491-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yoh.</title><content type='html'>I updated my blogskin again ; i prefer this one much better :D&lt;br /&gt;Please comment on my tagboard, yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realise the only people I gave my url are the only returning visitors ; from the website statcounter? HAHAHAHAH!&lt;br /&gt;The other people I don't even know or don't even want them to read this are like. Random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example:&lt;br /&gt;Recent keyword activity ( words used to search on google/any search engine to find my blog )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Justine, R3&lt;br /&gt;- Paramore fan blog&lt;br /&gt;- nikki chinnie&lt;br /&gt;- birthday blindfolded&lt;br /&gt;- sota blog nikki ( okay fine this one was relevant )&lt;br /&gt;- beach inspired poem&lt;br /&gt;- sota rocks&lt;br /&gt;- sota school&lt;br /&gt;- Katryna tan ( my harp teacher )&lt;br /&gt;- Alegria , if you cant walk, run ( its the poem i wrote, but i'm not sure whether the guy is searching &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. But amazingly, with the previous blogskin there isn't any archives pages, and 33 people spend more than an hour on my blog. How is THAT eh?!?!??!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I'm gonna stop ranting about statcounter ; its amazing though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALSO!&lt;br /&gt;A secret that supposed to STAY a secret UNFORTUNATELY got spread by KIASU PEOPLE WHO EAVESDROP/GOSSIP NO LONGER was a secret because of that unfortunate sota trait.&lt;br /&gt;If its a secret, keep that secret to yourself guys, cause sota ain't safe anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Another piece of advice: &lt;br /&gt;If you insult someone&lt;br /&gt;that someone's gonna insult you behind ya back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think alot of people already experienced this?&lt;br /&gt;So yeah? &lt;br /&gt;Thats the unfortunate two sota traits. Hope they can be fixed soonz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( although, i confess i'm a bit of the first gossiper :P )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4978437094336620475-4237097065016364100?l=cheesycheeken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesycheeken.blogspot.com/feeds/4237097065016364100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4978437094336620475&amp;postID=4237097065016364100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978437094336620475/posts/default/4237097065016364100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978437094336620475/posts/default/4237097065016364100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesycheeken.blogspot.com/2008/05/yoh.html' title='Yoh.'/><author><name>nikki - maxfy.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11353032665153642409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRLqGFIF-uI/AAAAAAAAAJg/H0WR1AIB_3M/s1600-R/1_160171448l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4978437094336620475.post-4425823506885946939</id><published>2008-05-06T05:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T03:30:10.871-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FREAK!</title><content type='html'>I didn't keep my promise of updating on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting as unreliable as I could get :(&lt;br /&gt;Okay never mind i shall blog NOW.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I shall blog about Justine's surprise birthday party! :)&lt;br /&gt;It didn't really work out as a surprise, because SOMEBODY and another SOMEBODY &lt;br /&gt;leaked out like half the story ; apparently because HEEEEEE thought that we were thick enough to think that Justine would fall for it.&lt;br /&gt;But there's still a hope right? :P&lt;br /&gt;Anywayyyyyyz.&lt;br /&gt;I practised from 9 to 11 at school.&lt;br /&gt;Met anisha at 10.59?&lt;br /&gt;Then Justine came at about 11.10 or somethin.&lt;br /&gt;Then waited for a RIDE :D to pick us up at about 11:20?&lt;br /&gt;Got Delayed for the surprise about 20 minutes. Ack.&lt;br /&gt;Was supposed to leave at 11.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we blindfolded Justine before we left in the car, and she remained that way until we reached the picnic.&lt;br /&gt;Here's a video of her trying to grope around :P&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;( video removed ; search doggiee22 for video on youtube )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we walked 2 KM FOR THE LONG WAY TO THE PICNIC AREA BECAUSE CLARISSA DIDNT KNOW THE SHORT CUT. WAHHAHAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, the cake basically melted while we were walking. Literally.&lt;br /&gt;It was a chocolate mousse cake.&lt;br /&gt;So yeah when Justine took out the blindfold she was mostly.. Dunno.&lt;br /&gt;There was a whole picnic laid out before her.&lt;br /&gt;And a melted chocolate cake.&lt;br /&gt;Then she sat down and we sang an out-of-tune Birthday song!&lt;br /&gt;BUT the cake didn't have LIGHTED candles so in the middle of the song Anisha says : " NO LIGHT " and then Justine poses for a picture ' fake blowing ' and Krish says he can't believe we actually blindfolded her. Wahahahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( video removed ; search doggiee22 for video on youtube )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And basically we eat our junk-food + potato salad + pasta + melted birthday cake eaten with our fingers + my homemade chocolate fudge from playing 'DARE' pass the parcel + mug + coke + ice.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;Then we prank call some people.. Including Justin, Nishok and some other random people.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;Wahhahahahahah!&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to Justine's house.&lt;br /&gt;And Krish screwed his phone by jumping into a pool with his handphone&lt;br /&gt;AND NOW HE HAS A FRIGGIN BETTER PHONE.&lt;br /&gt;HOW UNFAIR IS THAT?!?!??!?!?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;Okay anywayy.&lt;br /&gt;Other than that nothing really eventful happened, unless you call being slammed by R4 and 6 for the fitness test and... getting annoyed by a certain tagboard. :) HAHAHAH no its not the colour of the tagboard but yeah, more like the comments in it. Who the hell gets irritated by a TAGBOARD? WAHHAHAH! Okay never mind :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeya next time on the NIKE channel! :)&lt;br /&gt;( its a greek goddess name ; how cool is that? Another name is Nique ; which is pronounced NICK-AE! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Thank Anisha for the videos ; she's our main cameraman, even for r3. HAHAHAH! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4978437094336620475-4425823506885946939?l=cheesycheeken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesycheeken.blogspot.com/feeds/4425823506885946939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4978437094336620475&amp;postID=4425823506885946939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978437094336620475/posts/default/4425823506885946939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978437094336620475/posts/default/4425823506885946939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesycheeken.blogspot.com/2008/05/freak.html' title='FREAK!'/><author><name>nikki - maxfy.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11353032665153642409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRLqGFIF-uI/AAAAAAAAAJg/H0WR1AIB_3M/s1600-R/1_160171448l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4978437094336620475.post-4420979333005353556</id><published>2008-04-30T06:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T06:43:59.311-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>FOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h4&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;marquee&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY JUSTINE!!!!!!!!!&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're fourteen, girl!&lt;br /&gt;Smexi Rexy Ninjah.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you like the fake ninja i gave you! hahhaha!&lt;br /&gt;foohoofoohoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I.. Have.. Officially fallen in love with someone.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I BET YOU ALL WANNA HEAR RIGHT?!??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHHAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;Just joking, just wanted to see people's reaction on that.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h4&gt;ADVICE!&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you wanna get a number counter on your blog,&lt;br /&gt;use www.statcounter.com&lt;br /&gt;Its the best, it even gives the IP addresses of which who visits your blog,&lt;br /&gt;the visiting length, or what people search on google to find your blog.&lt;br /&gt;Even what COUNTRY and what PROGRAM used to find your blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, i have one visitor from CANADA and one from USA.&lt;br /&gt;Freaky, no?&lt;br /&gt;Its the best ! :)&lt;br /&gt;It even shows charts on which how many first time visitors visit your blog&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;br /&gt;based on a cookie. :D&lt;br /&gt;And no, its not the eatable type, its the info-computer cookie type.&lt;br /&gt;THE only cookie i like is from SUBWAY :)&lt;br /&gt;Adelene and Cheryl both know this hahahahahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been staying back sometimes at the basketball court..&lt;br /&gt;And watching Justine learn how to play basketball.&lt;br /&gt;And to goof off.&lt;br /&gt;This school doesn't have CCAs you see... ANd I gotta keep in shape.&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise i'm gonna grow FAWWWWWWWWWT.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   ____________________________________&lt;br /&gt; (         .     _   .               )&lt;br /&gt;  ___________________________________&lt;br /&gt;           l      l&lt;br /&gt;So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;But i suck at basketball, so yeah...&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Blog again this sunday! PROMISE.&lt;br /&gt;I think.&lt;br /&gt;:P&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHHAHAHHAH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4978437094336620475-4420979333005353556?l=cheesycheeken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesycheeken.blogspot.com/feeds/4420979333005353556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4978437094336620475&amp;postID=4420979333005353556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978437094336620475/posts/default/4420979333005353556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978437094336620475/posts/default/4420979333005353556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesycheeken.blogspot.com/2008/04/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>nikki - maxfy.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11353032665153642409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRLqGFIF-uI/AAAAAAAAAJg/H0WR1AIB_3M/s1600-R/1_160171448l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4978437094336620475.post-3325144013102470162</id><published>2008-04-26T01:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T16:20:09.962-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay for insaniquarium</title><content type='html'>Its a new game I have just recently started playing againn.&lt;br /&gt;Played it since i was like, 8 or something.&lt;br /&gt;Its called Insaniquarium! ( Once again . )&lt;br /&gt;Basically its an Insane Quarium. :D&lt;br /&gt;Aliens come and invade your fishy tank ( hahhaha KRISHHHHHHHHHH)&lt;br /&gt;And try to eat/explode/eat your fish. :D Each fish's value depends on its rank/colour! &lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, and they shit coins: silver, gold, star, diamond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orange, small : $100&lt;br /&gt;Orange, medium : $100 + Silver shit.&lt;br /&gt;Orange, large: $100 + Gold shit.&lt;br /&gt;Yellow, large : $350 ( Fish + star potion ) + star shit.&lt;br /&gt;Blue, large : $350 + Nurturing money ( food ) + diamond shit.&lt;br /&gt;Blue, Octopus/crab : $750, a star-collecter, helps collect star shit and turns them into diamond shit. Must be bought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And every level, you have to buy egg shells to buy 'pets'.&lt;br /&gt;Pets can help you during the level, like give birth to fishies ( so you don't have to waste money) , help feed your fishies (  each time you click the tank you drop one fish food, about $5. ) , or even help fight the aliens.&lt;br /&gt;My favourite pets I can't name because i forgot they're names.&lt;br /&gt;But the overall rating is : FANTASTIC.&lt;br /&gt;Childish, but very fun... :D&lt;br /&gt;Animation is uber cute toooooooooooooooooooooooo.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a screenshot when they're ALL shitting and all types of fishes are there -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SBLm4SoANAI/AAAAAAAAAD8/RDU2hGmLozs/s1600-h/Insaniquarium.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SBLm4SoANAI/AAAAAAAAAD8/RDU2hGmLozs/s320/Insaniquarium.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193467175058289666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the screen shot, there are: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FISH &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 diamond fish&lt;br /&gt;2 starfish&lt;br /&gt;2 star collecters&lt;br /&gt;1 small fish&lt;br /&gt;1 medium fish&lt;br /&gt;17-19 big fish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MISC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money : $28100&lt;br /&gt;Lvl 3 gun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHIT&lt;br /&gt;All types&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insaniquarium can be played at : &lt;br /&gt;http://www.popcap.com/games/free/insaniquarium&lt;br /&gt;Its also a downloadable game, there are more features, but if you dont wanna waste time you can play the online game while downloading.&lt;br /&gt;But personally, i'd prefer the online game :) As I can still use MSN etc etcetc.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye guys, still have to do my ARC project. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4978437094336620475-3325144013102470162?l=cheesycheeken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesycheeken.blogspot.com/feeds/3325144013102470162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4978437094336620475&amp;postID=3325144013102470162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978437094336620475/posts/default/3325144013102470162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978437094336620475/posts/default/3325144013102470162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesycheeken.blogspot.com/2008/04/yay-for-insaniquarium.html' title='Yay for insaniquarium'/><author><name>nikki - maxfy.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11353032665153642409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRLqGFIF-uI/AAAAAAAAAJg/H0WR1AIB_3M/s1600-R/1_160171448l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SBLm4SoANAI/AAAAAAAAAD8/RDU2hGmLozs/s72-c/Insaniquarium.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4978437094336620475.post-2175072197804660169</id><published>2008-04-24T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T07:41:47.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heyheyheyheyhey</title><content type='html'>HEYHEYHEYHEY!&lt;br /&gt;Hello. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Happy post x120 boxing day everyone!&lt;br /&gt;BOX YOU!&lt;br /&gt;I think some of you received my sms. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;I was extremely bored, so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Post : the day after the day.&lt;br /&gt;So today is the 120th day after boxing day..&lt;br /&gt;Or the 121th day after christmas last year.&lt;br /&gt;Fast, time goes, huh?&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for not posting earlier!&lt;br /&gt;I think all of you SOTA students should know we have not much time.&lt;br /&gt;Plus harp practice, projects and that dang debate, i dont have much time to myself!&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, dont forget harp rehearsals too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote some poems today.. They're total crap, but i'll post them anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Cause i'm taking a break from writing speeches all day! Not really all day just about 40 minutes though..??&lt;br /&gt;You get the idea.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;If you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( Inspired by Cirque Du Soliel : Alegria ) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you cannot talk, shout.&lt;br /&gt;If you cannot walk, run.&lt;br /&gt;If you cannot move, dance.&lt;br /&gt;If you cannot jump, leap.&lt;br /&gt;If you cannot understand, imagine.&lt;br /&gt;If you cannot be pretty, be beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;If you cannot afford bread, eat cake.&lt;br /&gt;If you cannot describe..&lt;br /&gt;Write Poetry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* My favourite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Why do we exist?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Inspired by boredom)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do we exist..&lt;br /&gt;To make riches?&lt;br /&gt;To indulge in luxury?&lt;br /&gt;To buy cars and watch television?&lt;br /&gt;Do we exist.. &lt;br /&gt;To love?&lt;br /&gt;To give our loved one everything?&lt;br /&gt;To get a diploma in studies,&lt;br /&gt;And be rich as Bill Gates?&lt;br /&gt;Do we exist..&lt;br /&gt;And did we exist..&lt;br /&gt;To die?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* My second favourite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I waited.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( Inspired by my clock! )&lt;br /&gt;A second.&lt;br /&gt;A minute.&lt;br /&gt;An hour.&lt;br /&gt;A day.&lt;br /&gt;A week.&lt;br /&gt;A month.&lt;br /&gt;A year.&lt;br /&gt;A decade.&lt;br /&gt;For you to realise I exist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( inspired while in MySpace, staring at a tree. )&lt;br /&gt;An old man's skin&lt;br /&gt;dark as chocolate&lt;br /&gt;rich as cream&lt;br /&gt;Green tissues swaying&lt;br /&gt;delicately&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( Inspired by boredom, once again! )&lt;br /&gt;Running, flying forward&lt;br /&gt;falling countless times&lt;br /&gt;People cheering&lt;br /&gt;some jeering&lt;br /&gt;a never ending race&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Is this a poem?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( Inspired by why poems are poems )&lt;br /&gt;Is this a poem?&lt;br /&gt;If i wrote a stanza about sunrise over the mountain&lt;br /&gt;Will it be a poem?&lt;br /&gt;How about sparkly water?&lt;br /&gt;If i write about this wonder&lt;br /&gt;in this 'poem'&lt;br /&gt;Will this be a poem?&lt;br /&gt;Is this a poem?&lt;br /&gt;Do you think so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ninjas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( Inspired by JUSTIIIIIIIIIIIIINE )&lt;br /&gt;Black&lt;br /&gt;Moving silently&lt;br /&gt;sly as a dog&lt;br /&gt;a friend of&lt;br /&gt;grace and poise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That should be all for today, i guess...&lt;br /&gt;Stupid debate tomorrow, tired like a MOOMOOO COW HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA &lt;br /&gt;okay whatever. Hahahhahaha. Against G3! May the best class win ;)&lt;br /&gt;Good luck to myself, anjali, krish and cheryl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4978437094336620475-2175072197804660169?l=cheesycheeken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesycheeken.blogspot.com/feeds/2175072197804660169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4978437094336620475&amp;postID=2175072197804660169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978437094336620475/posts/default/2175072197804660169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978437094336620475/posts/default/2175072197804660169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesycheeken.blogspot.com/2008/04/heyheyheyheyhey.html' title='Heyheyheyheyhey'/><author><name>nikki - maxfy.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11353032665153642409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRLqGFIF-uI/AAAAAAAAAJg/H0WR1AIB_3M/s1600-R/1_160171448l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4978437094336620475.post-193891709678717954</id><published>2008-04-19T06:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T06:58:55.592-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finished.</title><content type='html'>I have just finished another blogskin ; description on the TESTBLOGSKINNER web.&lt;br /&gt;Its done for my sister ; her bday's tomorrow. :D &lt;br /&gt;Happy b'day, big sis! You're eighteen, and can now watch M18 Movies.&lt;br /&gt;Wahahhahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Hope ya like it sister!&lt;br /&gt;People, please comment on the blogskin here on this tagboard.&lt;br /&gt;Too lazy to make another one for that website. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. the url is http://ministryofadorable.blogspot.com!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4978437094336620475-193891709678717954?l=cheesycheeken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesycheeken.blogspot.com/feeds/193891709678717954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4978437094336620475&amp;postID=193891709678717954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978437094336620475/posts/default/193891709678717954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978437094336620475/posts/default/193891709678717954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesycheeken.blogspot.com/2008/04/finished.html' title='Finished.'/><author><name>nikki - maxfy.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11353032665153642409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRLqGFIF-uI/AAAAAAAAAJg/H0WR1AIB_3M/s1600-R/1_160171448l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4978437094336620475.post-4939688439238817909</id><published>2008-04-19T02:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T02:30:55.719-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ballet ; remix.</title><content type='html'>Hahhaa. NO offence to R2 OR dance students!&lt;br /&gt;LMAO.&lt;br /&gt;Its called.&lt;br /&gt;The soulja boy ballet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/176bFS3xG7Q&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/176bFS3xG7Q&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4978437094336620475-4939688439238817909?l=cheesycheeken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesycheeken.blogspot.com/feeds/4939688439238817909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4978437094336620475&amp;postID=4939688439238817909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978437094336620475/posts/default/4939688439238817909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978437094336620475/posts/default/4939688439238817909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesycheeken.blogspot.com/2008/04/ballet-remix.html' title='Ballet ; remix.'/><author><name>nikki - maxfy.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11353032665153642409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRLqGFIF-uI/AAAAAAAAAJg/H0WR1AIB_3M/s1600-R/1_160171448l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4978437094336620475.post-5418436550245229107</id><published>2008-04-18T23:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T23:46:30.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lala.</title><content type='html'>I have a fetish for changing blogs. &lt;br /&gt;So yeah, i will be trying out new blogskin on my new link:&lt;br /&gt;TestBlogskinner&lt;br /&gt;on my others page. :)&lt;br /&gt;There will be a tagboard there for you to comment, and please do! :D&lt;br /&gt;Will type here if there's a new blogskin ova there. ;D&lt;br /&gt;Heh heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4978437094336620475-5418436550245229107?l=cheesycheeken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesycheeken.blogspot.com/feeds/5418436550245229107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4978437094336620475&amp;postID=5418436550245229107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978437094336620475/posts/default/5418436550245229107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978437094336620475/posts/default/5418436550245229107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesycheeken.blogspot.com/2008/04/lala.html' title='Lala.'/><author><name>nikki - maxfy.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11353032665153642409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRLqGFIF-uI/AAAAAAAAAJg/H0WR1AIB_3M/s1600-R/1_160171448l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4978437094336620475.post-7426048737945337486</id><published>2008-04-12T07:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T07:52:35.668-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YAY!</title><content type='html'>I finished making a new blog skin - under 2 hours.&lt;br /&gt;YAY!&lt;br /&gt;i shan't bother to blog now.. Partly because I'm half dead now!&lt;br /&gt;But to make your day.&lt;br /&gt;Please watch this video ; it'll make you laugh like hell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p9Zt8mn14hY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't embedd it here because i dont have the link.&lt;br /&gt;SORRY!&lt;br /&gt;Toodleoo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4978437094336620475-7426048737945337486?l=cheesycheeken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesycheeken.blogspot.com/feeds/7426048737945337486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4978437094336620475&amp;postID=7426048737945337486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978437094336620475/posts/default/7426048737945337486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978437094336620475/posts/default/7426048737945337486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesycheeken.blogspot.com/2008/04/yay.html' title='YAY!'/><author><name>nikki - maxfy.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11353032665153642409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRLqGFIF-uI/AAAAAAAAAJg/H0WR1AIB_3M/s1600-R/1_160171448l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4978437094336620475.post-2043032738481284367</id><published>2008-04-12T06:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T06:32:52.717-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WARNING.</title><content type='html'>Warning! I will not be posting for a period of time ( At least i think so ) &lt;br /&gt;And thats about 4 days or more..&lt;br /&gt;Cause i'll be looking for a new template :)&lt;br /&gt;Or making one, more like.&lt;br /&gt;Ahahhaha.&lt;br /&gt;Okay bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4978437094336620475-2043032738481284367?l=cheesycheeken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesycheeken.blogspot.com/feeds/2043032738481284367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4978437094336620475&amp;postID=2043032738481284367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978437094336620475/posts/default/2043032738481284367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978437094336620475/posts/default/2043032738481284367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesycheeken.blogspot.com/2008/04/warning.html' title='WARNING.'/><author><name>nikki - maxfy.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11353032665153642409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRLqGFIF-uI/AAAAAAAAAJg/H0WR1AIB_3M/s1600-R/1_160171448l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4978437094336620475.post-4666965945292396289</id><published>2008-04-10T04:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T05:18:55.421-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Freak my stupid donut.</title><content type='html'>Oh my gawdddddddddddddddddddddddddddddzzzzzzzzzzzzilla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I broke my promise! i haven't updated in like, 6 days. Dammit.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;I shall not swear on this site ever again ( in the case of the word dammit. ) &lt;br /&gt;I shall say the word phleghmmit instead. Pronounced flammit. Okay whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've fallen in love &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;With a song named Many Rivers to Cross - performed by Annie Lennox ;&lt;br /&gt;her voice is so awesome and its REAL music unlike all those edited voices&lt;br /&gt;we have nowadays and its &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;sickening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-wJogfKdf-g&amp;hl=en&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-wJogfKdf-g&amp;hl=en&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its performed during the American Idol episode: Idol gives back.&lt;br /&gt;Its about AIDS and donating blah di blah di blah :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAIT A MINUTE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY THE BLEDDY HELL ARE YOU READING THIS ANYWAY?!?!?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean. My blog is my diary.. And there are actually people who care to read this.&lt;br /&gt;You're all wasting your time yoooooz. My life is completely boring unless you want to read about cheddar cheese and shoes.&lt;br /&gt;And maybe a bit of chocolate but still!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Why are you BOTHERING to read this post anyway.. AHAHHAHAHA....&lt;br /&gt;I'm so boring ain't iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway there's only ONE good news today.&lt;br /&gt;OUR CLASS WON THE DEBATE!!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;But no surprise, natalie was best speaker. She's the professor of chimology. :D&lt;br /&gt;Wakakkakkakaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And.. Lots of BAD news today!&lt;br /&gt;One : I deproved from 7th place ( 12 14 ) to 15th place ( 14 28 ) in 2.4km runzzz.&lt;br /&gt;Two : Uh. Ate too many haribos?&lt;br /&gt;Three : Didn't eat lunch.&lt;br /&gt;Four : Didn't eat at break either.&lt;br /&gt;Five : Um. I didn't eat chocolate? D:&lt;br /&gt;Six : Waited for the ' correct ' bus ( 158 ) for like half an hour because friends were eating ICE CREAMS. &lt;br /&gt;Seven : In a bad mood.&lt;br /&gt;Eight : I need more coffee and haribos.&lt;br /&gt;Nine ; We got our CL test results 2 days before... I got only 16/20. Total crapz.&lt;br /&gt;Ten : And no, CL isn't Chinese language but Critical Listening ( Music. )&lt;br /&gt;Eleven : Missed friggin Literature ( Music ) because i was in the bleddy hospital for no bleddy reason just because my sister bleddy panicked and the doctor bleddy panicked and they all called the ambulance because apparently i looked like a dead person and they pricked my bleddy arm twice and there was blood everywhere because they couldn't insert a tube for my POTASSIUM CHLORIDE AS A SUBSTITUTE TO EAT and then i got rushed to the hospital and i wasted two bleddy days just sitting there reading and doing bleddy nothing except sms Krish.&lt;br /&gt;Twelve ; and yes, the hospital fees are SKY HIGH.&lt;br /&gt;Thirteen ; this is an unlucky number zzzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay bye. Toodlez yawz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4978437094336620475-4666965945292396289?l=cheesycheeken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesycheeken.blogspot.com/feeds/4666965945292396289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4978437094336620475&amp;postID=4666965945292396289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978437094336620475/posts/default/4666965945292396289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978437094336620475/posts/default/4666965945292396289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesycheeken.blogspot.com/2008/04/freak-my-stupid-donut.html' title='Freak my stupid donut.'/><author><name>nikki - maxfy.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11353032665153642409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRLqGFIF-uI/AAAAAAAAAJg/H0WR1AIB_3M/s1600-R/1_160171448l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4978437094336620475.post-4716591202863877287</id><published>2008-04-04T05:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T05:53:20.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Haiku</title><content type='html'>This haiku captures&lt;br /&gt;an image of you wasting&lt;br /&gt;eleven seconds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4978437094336620475-4716591202863877287?l=cheesycheeken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesycheeken.blogspot.com/feeds/4716591202863877287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4978437094336620475&amp;postID=4716591202863877287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978437094336620475/posts/default/4716591202863877287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978437094336620475/posts/default/4716591202863877287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesycheeken.blogspot.com/2008/04/haiku.html' title='Haiku'/><author><name>nikki - maxfy.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11353032665153642409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRLqGFIF-uI/AAAAAAAAAJg/H0WR1AIB_3M/s1600-R/1_160171448l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4978437094336620475.post-2419092070665041798</id><published>2008-04-04T05:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T16:20:12.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What the friggin hell is whats gonna happen.</title><content type='html'>First things first.&lt;br /&gt;I'm officially sick of -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;; Crank dat soulja boy.&lt;br /&gt;; Low -  by Tpain and some other guy .&lt;br /&gt;; Wearing heels.&lt;br /&gt;; McDonalds ( And no ,thats not because of that P.E. slideshow )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Second things second.&lt;br /&gt;I'm an official fan of PARAMORE!!!!!! yay!&lt;br /&gt;My favourite song is now: Misery business - Paramore.&lt;br /&gt;You guys should check it out ahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I shall blog about reecaaaaant events.&lt;br /&gt;- The Harp and Flute concert ( Spring Time ) &lt;br /&gt;- Rehearsals for Awards day ( OMGG!! )&lt;br /&gt;- Today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPPPPPPP FIRST IS THE SPRINGTIME BLOGGIE TIME. YAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First up. I was supposed to rush there after school ( harp practice ends at 6:45 for muah ) with my mum.&lt;br /&gt;But turned out Si Jing and Ivan were going! ( They both play the flute. :O haha! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/R_Yf_YfTJfI/AAAAAAAAADk/zbZSXRg8Slk/s1600-h/DSC01343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/R_Yf_YfTJfI/AAAAAAAAADk/zbZSXRg8Slk/s320/DSC01343.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185367194729653746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/R_Yf_4fTJhI/AAAAAAAAAD0/_0RMfAdiSzk/s1600-h/DSC01347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/R_Yf_4fTJhI/AAAAAAAAAD0/_0RMfAdiSzk/s320/DSC01347.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185367203319588370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah.. I went with them instead. Walallala!&lt;br /&gt;Yeah we went to KFC to eat. Was so bored ; the chicken there is SO OILY and so much fat under the skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleaurgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I love that branch! And i think both of you know ; IT HAS FREE DRINK REFILLS!!!&lt;br /&gt;Yay!&lt;br /&gt;So after we finished we drove ( In Ivan's dad's van ;  you can lie down in it! SO COOL! ) all the way to the Arts House.. Knew that place by heart already. Performed there what, five times?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah...&lt;br /&gt;There was this really really bright chandelier there!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/R_Yf_ofTJgI/AAAAAAAAADs/nlpmPG37pYo/s1600-h/DSC01344.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/R_Yf_ofTJgI/AAAAAAAAADs/nlpmPG37pYo/s320/DSC01344.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185367199024621058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahahha. I know you think i'm weird to notice all these kind of details :D&lt;br /&gt;So yeah.. Performance started ; then i met FONTAINE!&lt;br /&gt;She's my teacher's student as well.. Migrated to U.S.A ( Or america..? Forgot )&lt;br /&gt;She gave me a flower and asked me to 'pass it on ' to my teacher ( Ms Katryna/tan).&lt;br /&gt;So yeah... Ivan got bored and started admiring his sneakers. O.o Took pics of them as well ( WTF RIGHT!??!?!) and sijing was talking to Ms Rita.. We were all so bored during the intermission, you see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the concert started again.. Met Ms Kat and gave her the flower ( she looked AWESOME! ) and went home ( said goodbyes to SJI. ) &lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Went home extremely tired that day! ( it was a school night oh no oh no oh no )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahahaha. Thats that bit done! &lt;br /&gt;QUOTED FROM THEATRE PERFORMANCE TODAY!!!!!!! HEHEHEHHEHE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh My Friggin Dell.&lt;br /&gt;Its like, the rehearsals for Awards day are LONG and i only did 1 bar for most rehearsals and 3 full songs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the 6 - 7 hour total rehearsal period.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe even 9 hours? Forgot.&lt;br /&gt;So backstage is really really small and we had to find out ways to look out without PEEPING out and relaxing without even relaxing. According to Ms Lim ( lin lao shi ).&lt;br /&gt;So Guang Fong ( Is that how ya spell it? ) Okay whatever the TALL GUY laid out blue mats. So we could lie down on them and listen to music while waiting for our turn..&lt;br /&gt;So it looked a bit like a picnic mat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually it was almost a picnic because i had brought:&lt;br /&gt;Haribo.&lt;br /&gt;Shoelaces.&lt;br /&gt;DewBerry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D All from the bookshop, see? &lt;br /&gt;Then yeah.. These are the lessons i missed for the rehearsals: 2 Hours of literature, 2 hours of IHSS, and whole day of friday. D:&lt;br /&gt;Its so tiring till i could die.&lt;br /&gt;Actually you must be thinking : ' you just sat down and didn't do hardly anything so why is she complaining?!?!?! ' .&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, the part i'm complaining about is the moving of the harp ( not that i dont want to! ) its just that its SOOO heavy and it took so much energy to push it up and down the stairs.&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan's leg got stuck UNDER the trolley. SORRY JON! AHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;Marcus was also in the backstage crew... Crazy guy.&lt;br /&gt;Justine and pearl? Fantastic Emcees. Communicated via SIGN LANGUAGE across each backstage door.&lt;br /&gt;Uhhh.&lt;br /&gt;Iswarya is a great classical indian dancer! I mean, her costume is TOTALLY AWESOME.&lt;br /&gt;Mine isn't.&lt;br /&gt;That marcus and marcus ( two of them ) Plus maybe lip..? or jonathan..? agreed that i looked like Dr.Yeo from behind because of my stupid outfit. D:&lt;br /&gt;Waahahaahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Theatre performance: at first i didn't quite understand.. Its quite hard to understand actually. But since i heard it so many times i began to understand. Quite a good plot, gives a different perspective about Juliet ( she's the Romeo and Juliet's Juliet. ) yeah?&lt;br /&gt;;D&lt;br /&gt;Mansa and Marsha and Anjali ; great job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the whole day today.. Got free roses.&lt;br /&gt;And we took pictures with the 12 million-dollar cheque ; i can't post it online because, according to mr.lim ( or is it mr.jae ? ) It might cause some sensitivity issues. O.o&lt;br /&gt;Then i ate the buffet and got a sugar rush.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;Brownies, mango pudding, cream tarts and fruit punches don't do me justice.&lt;br /&gt;Marcus ( YANG ) didn't do me much justice either.&lt;br /&gt;Although he DID help by making me run all the way around the hall and IN around the hall to punch him and burn like, 2 calories?!?!?! =="&lt;br /&gt;So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today wasn't much eventful if you took those parts out, it would be just a plain normal friday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow i'm going for the OPEN HOUSE!!! :D I'm not doing anything there so i'll be counted as a public audience YAYAYAYAYAYYAYYYYYYYYYY! I'm just like JUSTINE DAHLING. ahahhaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay i'll blog about something another time, kay? I don't think i'll really run out of anything.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4978437094336620475-2419092070665041798?l=cheesycheeken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesycheeken.blogspot.com/feeds/2419092070665041798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4978437094336620475&amp;postID=2419092070665041798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978437094336620475/posts/default/2419092070665041798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978437094336620475/posts/default/2419092070665041798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesycheeken.blogspot.com/2008/04/what-friggin-hell-is-whats-gonna-happen.html' title='What the friggin hell is whats gonna happen.'/><author><name>nikki - maxfy.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11353032665153642409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRLqGFIF-uI/AAAAAAAAAJg/H0WR1AIB_3M/s1600-R/1_160171448l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/R_Yf_YfTJfI/AAAAAAAAADk/zbZSXRg8Slk/s72-c/DSC01343.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4978437094336620475.post-4692063105285340206</id><published>2008-03-31T04:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T04:52:24.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heyyyz</title><content type='html'>Lalalalalalallaa.&lt;br /&gt;Turned out i'm too lazy HAHAHAHAH!&lt;br /&gt;So i'll  just blog about my Pasir Ris trip with my dad D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually i was supposed to go with Anisha, Justine, Krish and Ramsay but&lt;br /&gt;since Krish and Justine didn't go, Ramsay didn't go.&lt;br /&gt;And since ramsay didn't go anisha COULDN"T go, since there were only two people.&lt;br /&gt;tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;hHAHAHAHAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over at pasir ris ( or is it east coast? ) I fell in love with subway cookies!&lt;br /&gt;WHITE CHIP MACADAMIA&lt;333333333&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay.&lt;br /&gt;Okay bye.&lt;br /&gt;This is a very very short post :P Shall continue part two another day..&lt;br /&gt;Ran 2.4 till i die! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4978437094336620475-4692063105285340206?l=cheesycheeken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesycheeken.blogspot.com/feeds/4692063105285340206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4978437094336620475&amp;postID=4692063105285340206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978437094336620475/posts/default/4692063105285340206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978437094336620475/posts/default/4692063105285340206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesycheeken.blogspot.com/2008/03/heyyyz.html' title='Heyyyz'/><author><name>nikki - maxfy.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11353032665153642409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRLqGFIF-uI/AAAAAAAAAJg/H0WR1AIB_3M/s1600-R/1_160171448l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4978437094336620475.post-6046625029196724279</id><published>2008-03-29T04:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T16:20:13.737-08:00</updated><title type='text'>yay!</title><content type='html'>Yay.&lt;br /&gt;Now lets forget the whole post i did yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;And do a new one with LOADS of pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post ( a ) - Fiesta. It was today!&lt;br /&gt;Post ( b ) - Our ECP trip.&lt;br /&gt;Post ( c ) - My pasir ris trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Today i shall start from the mornin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At about 8am i woke up cause i was so friggin excited.&lt;br /&gt;Then I packed my bag then went to school to practise harp.&lt;br /&gt;Then it turned out i forgot to book the friggin key for today.&lt;br /&gt;I got damn pissed with myself and went to fiesta straight from there.&lt;br /&gt;Actually no, i went to plaza sing to change out from my school uniform.&lt;br /&gt;( Pink and white striped tanks and jean shorts rock my world. )&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Then i went to school from there, for fiesta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I reached there, about 20,000 people were there ( thats just an estimation ).&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't even walk cause it was so crowded.&lt;br /&gt;There was a friggin mini-arcade set up and like 30 stalls set up.&lt;br /&gt;Minigames and carnival rides.&lt;br /&gt;Shall show the pictures later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i met crystal and chadwyn ( her friend, their names actually RHYME. ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/R-4yUofTJXI/AAAAAAAAACk/iw6hpyXsTyI/s1600-h/DSC01282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/R-4yUofTJXI/AAAAAAAAACk/iw6hpyXsTyI/s320/DSC01282.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183135551197488498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/R-4yVIfTJYI/AAAAAAAAACs/K14o26T95oA/s1600-h/DSC01283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/R-4yVIfTJYI/AAAAAAAAACs/K14o26T95oA/s320/DSC01283.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183135559787423106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we met vanessa and went off to the hall cause crystal's sister was there.&lt;br /&gt;Then crystal had to go for her bai tuo ( temple, religious stuff. ) and vanessa had to go off and find some other friend, so i was left with chadwyn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically me and him walked all the way back to the forum ( its a long way, kay!! ), and met melissa, jessica and veronica.&lt;br /&gt;I MISSED THEM SO MUCH!!!!!!! :(&lt;br /&gt;I put my bag down and me and chadwyn went to this GIGANTIC tiger float thingie.&lt;br /&gt;You're suppose to slide all the way down.&lt;br /&gt;But he was wondering about the most wierd thing of all :&lt;br /&gt;' How do you go up? I'm not going up in some tiger's ass. '&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAHHAAH!&lt;br /&gt;So yeah we didn't waste our 8 dollars worth of tickets, and went to Uncle Rigo's&lt;br /&gt;biggggg swirly ride.  Its called meteorite.( 10 bucks. D: )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/R-4zYIfTJZI/AAAAAAAAAC0/KYOhiw16E4E/s1600-h/DSC01285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/R-4zYIfTJZI/AAAAAAAAAC0/KYOhiw16E4E/s320/DSC01285.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183136710838658450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the ride starts you'll start swirling around at a VERY fast speed, so the pressure pushes you into the cushions your are leaning against.&lt;br /&gt;So theres actually no need for barriers. So its actually quite dangerous.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, you'll start rising till you're almost vertical and facing down. Its really scary, like the picture above.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAH! Me and chadwyn were trying to talk to each other while on the ride, but after we went down our cheeks felt funny.&lt;br /&gt;He was sick for about 15 minutes, and i had to keep patting him on the back while he held back vomit and started laughing. HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah we went back to the store where i put my bag down, and we bought cheese fries and shared it. ( I bought an extra 9 sticks of satay :P ) &lt;br /&gt;So we just sat there and stoned for about 10 minutes.. Then i went off to play mini golf. Since Chadwyn said he sucked at golf ( he said he can't hit anything, but mostly balls, with a stick. ) and yeah. We both laughed at the golf ball just sitting there, and i kept missing it HAHHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.. Then we went to this gun place. You have to shoot ( white balls ) at a target.&lt;br /&gt;Chadwyn went though, i didn't have enough money ( I WAS ONE DOLLAR SHORT. ) HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;Okay here are the pictures:&lt;br /&gt;( BTW, he's in a pale yellow shirt. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/R-405IfTJaI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Qfm8nk-3SRQ/s1600-h/DSC01289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/R-405IfTJaI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Qfm8nk-3SRQ/s320/DSC01289.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183138377285969314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/R-405ofTJbI/AAAAAAAAADE/xNpdBqssjDA/s1600-h/DSC01296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/R-405ofTJbI/AAAAAAAAADE/xNpdBqssjDA/s320/DSC01296.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183138385875903922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. After that we went back to the golf place and stoned there somemore.. Talked a bit about his gay school ( St.Andrews ) and then we parted HAHAHAH Aokay that just sounds wrong..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that i helped with mel's store ( the golf store! ) and we went to take a picture:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/R-41Y4fTJcI/AAAAAAAAADM/U7kfhHQSoY0/s1600-h/DSC01300.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/R-41Y4fTJcI/AAAAAAAAADM/U7kfhHQSoY0/s320/DSC01300.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183138922746815938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahahaha then I went to macs alone!!!! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahha then i went home.&lt;br /&gt;Really lazy now, so i'll blog about B and C again next time ;D HAHAHA bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4978437094336620475-6046625029196724279?l=cheesycheeken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesycheeken.blogspot.com/feeds/6046625029196724279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4978437094336620475&amp;postID=6046625029196724279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978437094336620475/posts/default/6046625029196724279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978437094336620475/posts/default/6046625029196724279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesycheeken.blogspot.com/2008/03/yay_29.html' title='yay!'/><author><name>nikki - maxfy.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11353032665153642409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRLqGFIF-uI/AAAAAAAAAJg/H0WR1AIB_3M/s1600-R/1_160171448l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/R-4yUofTJXI/AAAAAAAAACk/iw6hpyXsTyI/s72-c/DSC01282.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4978437094336620475.post-7086783184703688872</id><published>2008-03-28T07:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T05:36:11.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sigh.</title><content type='html'>Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;Some people never learn, do they?&lt;br /&gt;Sure, they ask others to tell their problems to their faces.&lt;br /&gt;But the person doesn't even accept the fact that he/she's wrong.&lt;br /&gt;The person made me quite angry/happy, cause of what the person said.&lt;br /&gt;Angry : called me things i wasn't. insulted friends. called others with vulgarities. Used vulgarities, and said if i showed anyone the person would say that i called him/her a Bre*s*t. &lt;br /&gt;Happy : Most of the things the person said was untrue, and was so bad it was funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example: I love krish as a family.&lt;br /&gt;The person accuses me of that ; but i really do! as in he's a great friend and all.&lt;br /&gt;Obviously this person took it the wrong way. =.="&lt;br /&gt;Next he/she accuses me of liking someone i DO NOT LIKE. But obviously thinks the wrong way as  he/she's mind cannot comprehend that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously i got really really angry and used the word : fcking. Like that. I didn't want to use the FULL word cause it would be &lt;em&gt;quite&lt;/em&gt; stepping over the line.&lt;br /&gt;He/she called one of my friends a b****.&lt;br /&gt;And thats makes me even angrier.&lt;br /&gt;He/she also called me immature - thats the one i was laughing about. People call others immature - thats what makes them immature themselves. They should not use the word immature but just tell the person what they think their faults are in a  nice way, and don't insult them, right?&lt;br /&gt;He/she also said that people agreed with him. Guys, if you really do, please tell me okay? I want to change ( for the better, if i can ) , and not in like an angry way and in a controversy.&lt;br /&gt;He/she also said i was lesbian - again , its funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, i admit i did use one vulgarity (the f word, but as fcking.) in the conversation, but thats about it. Unless you count immature or br**st.&lt;br /&gt;I also told him/her his/her faults in the following way :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am pissed&lt;br /&gt;because of what you're doing to others&lt;br /&gt;you're blaming people for what you do&lt;br /&gt;you try to act hot in your pictures.&lt;br /&gt;of course i'm damn friggin pissed&lt;br /&gt;you stick to people when they get annoyed&lt;br /&gt;you wont' even listen to them when they ask you to leave them alone&lt;br /&gt;you asked everyone to insult you IN their face&lt;br /&gt;*in your face&lt;br /&gt;so i'm doing it&lt;br /&gt;i'm doing this for your own good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys, or whoever is reading this, please don't talk about it in school or gossip. THis school has an obvious knack of gossiping about what everyone says or does. And i bet the person i'm talking about will spread bad rumours about me, so watch out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want anything to happen, its just that i lost it. I lost my whole control while talking to this person and thats why i'm typing this. So yeah, the person obviously is also very angry ( maybe not ) now. Or, the person doesn't actually care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just don't start this 'popularity controversy ' in school just because of what i'm typing right now. I just need to get some stuff off my chest.&lt;br /&gt;Although I know people will STILl gossip about this and the person would get into even MORE trouble, which i don't really want ( i think ). Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So guys, please don't! ( Teachers, sorry if you think me using a vulgarity against the person is wrong. I lost control. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye on a solemn note.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4978437094336620475-7086783184703688872?l=cheesycheeken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesycheeken.blogspot.com/feeds/7086783184703688872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4978437094336620475&amp;postID=7086783184703688872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978437094336620475/posts/default/7086783184703688872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978437094336620475/posts/default/7086783184703688872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesycheeken.blogspot.com/2008/03/sigh.html' title='Sigh.'/><author><name>nikki - maxfy.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11353032665153642409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRLqGFIF-uI/AAAAAAAAAJg/H0WR1AIB_3M/s1600-R/1_160171448l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4978437094336620475.post-7014897366132545952</id><published>2008-03-21T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T21:39:00.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back.</title><content type='html'>I'm back. within 5 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;Do i get 10 tim tams?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4978437094336620475-7014897366132545952?l=cheesycheeken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesycheeken.blogspot.com/feeds/7014897366132545952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4978437094336620475&amp;postID=7014897366132545952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978437094336620475/posts/default/7014897366132545952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978437094336620475/posts/default/7014897366132545952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesycheeken.blogspot.com/2008/03/back.html' title='Back.'/><author><name>nikki - maxfy.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11353032665153642409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/SRLqGFIF-uI/AAAAAAAAAJg/H0WR1AIB_3M/s1600-R/1_160171448l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4978437094336620475.post-7058196251668104618</id><published>2008-03-21T21:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T16:20:15.915-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MapleSimulator.</title><content type='html'>HELLO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahah! I know this is really really geeky but&lt;br /&gt;i found a program that can create people using maple items ( ALL THAT EVER EXISTED, NOT JUST THE ITEMS IN SINGAPORE BUT GLOBAL MAPLE AS WELl )&lt;br /&gt;Ain't that cool?&lt;br /&gt;I'll show you the picture i made for our class, and some random ones that you might find.. um. not me. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're in groups of 4, 5. If they don't look like you approach or tag me &lt;br /&gt;and i'll see what i can do about ye image. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( LEFT TO RIGHT, TOP TO BOTTOM. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Group1 -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/R-SID4fTJLI/AAAAAAAAABE/59xblhP1O1E/s1600-h/Group2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/R-SID4fTJLI/AAAAAAAAABE/59xblhP1O1E/s320/Group2.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180415071667561650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pearl ( Hawaiian music-fan. :P ), Sarah ( Wearing a tutu, blowing gum and talking on the phone at the same time. Great accomplishment. ), Cara ( Surfer dude. Niceeee.), Zexion. (Einstein-like painter. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Group2 -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/R-SIEIfTJMI/AAAAAAAAABM/bAc72px8I1Y/s1600-h/Group1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/R-SIEIfTJMI/AAAAAAAAABM/bAc72px8I1Y/s320/Group1.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180415075962528962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janis ( You gotta love chocolate, right? ), Amelia ( Shopaholic. Really hope you are! HAHAH! ), Aqilah ( Drawing with a pencil. :D ), Rebecca ( AS CRAZY AND RANDOM AS YOU ARE IN REAL LIFE!!!!!!! :DDDD )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Group3 - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/R-SIEYfTJNI/AAAAAAAAABU/EQD0qfNUCpA/s1600-h/Group3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/R-SIEYfTJNI/AAAAAAAAABU/EQD0qfNUCpA/s320/Group3.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180415080257496274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki ( O.o I tied my own hair up with two pony tails!! ), Adelene ( Yeah i know i gave you curly hair :P ), Ramsay ( Nice bathing suit. ) and Romit ( Hip Hop Dawg. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Group4 -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/R-SJzYfTJQI/AAAAAAAAABs/mxgvhvvbUcY/s1600-h/Group4.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/R-SJzYfTJQI/AAAAAAAAABs/mxgvhvvbUcY/s320/Group4.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180416987222975746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Si Jing ( Only violin, no flutes. SORRY! D: ), YungChi.. ( Heart balloons are cute kay. ) Minn Linn ( SORRY YOU LOOK ANGRY HAHAHAHAHHA! ), Nicole ( This is one of my better ones, but i dont' think you have such light-coloured brown hair. SORRY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Group5 -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/R-SIEofTJPI/AAAAAAAAABk/5cxKfvEb6Yc/s1600-h/Group5.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/R-SIEofTJPI/AAAAAAAAABk/5cxKfvEb6Yc/s320/Group5.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180415084552463602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ge Lin ( As 'DIAO' as you usually are.. Couldn't find any math effects though. SORRY! ), Anisha ( :P ), Justine ( Yeah i know you look chinese but its the best i could do D: ), Charlene ( You're like that Taylor Swift. Singing with a guitar and emo. AHHAHAHAHA! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Group6 -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/R-SJzofTJRI/AAAAAAAAAB0/cRANn1hBAH8/s1600-h/Group6.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/R-SJzofTJRI/AAAAAAAAAB0/cRANn1hBAH8/s320/Group6.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180416991517943058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Krish ( Sigh. HE believes in love at first sight. If not, he'll walk by AGAIN. ), Anjali ( AS KAWAII [ CUTE ] AS EVER!!!!! ) , Cheryl ( you're a purple jelly-bean eating rockstar. ) Clarissa ( My personal fave. Like the scarf? AHHAA! ) Ying Yan ( Sorry you have grey hair but its still cute like you RIGHTTTT? :D AHAHAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SERIOUSLY. I seem to be apologising for every single image that i could have done wrong. D:&lt;br /&gt;Anyway its time for the random images.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some images might a bit blur, ( the words ) But yeah you should be able to see the images.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IMAGE NUMBA WON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/R-SLG4fTJSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/lekXfc6pSf0/s1600-h/Ah+Pek.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/R-SLG4fTJSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/lekXfc6pSf0/s320/Ah+Pek.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180418421742052642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its an old man.&lt;br /&gt;Nice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IMAGE NUMBA TOOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/R-SLHYfTJTI/AAAAAAAAACE/Ub37SZVLk0A/s1600-h/Punk.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/R-SLHYfTJTI/AAAAAAAAACE/Ub37SZVLk0A/s320/Punk.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180418430331987250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a pirate. Think Jack sparrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/R-SLHYfTJUI/AAAAAAAAACM/YygaU3ormt4/s1600-h/BeerFairy.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/R-SLHYfTJUI/AAAAAAAAACM/YygaU3ormt4/s320/BeerFairy.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180418430331987266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY PERSONAL FAVOURITE. HAHAHAHA ITS SICK BUT FUNNY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/R-SLHofTJVI/AAAAAAAAACU/i-IcxkrMnGQ/s1600-h/Blooper.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/R-SLHofTJVI/AAAAAAAAACU/i-IcxkrMnGQ/s320/Blooper.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180418434626954578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a blooper. Just imagine the guy is Ramsay and yeah you'll get the picture.&lt;br /&gt;The blonde one looks like Cameron Diaz. Dontcha think? :D:D:D AHAHHAHAA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/R-SLHofTJWI/AAAAAAAAACc/BbUPrI4HXSM/s1600-h/Elvis.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0gkWg2G-k34/R-SLHofTJWI/AAAAAAAAACc/BbUPrI4HXSM/s320/Elvis.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180418434626954594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this is pretty obvious - Elvis presley.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow his last name reminds me of parsley. Okay no offence Elvis! But yeah it does. And for you info.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I.&lt;br /&gt;Do.&lt;br /&gt;Not.&lt;br /&gt;Like.&lt;br /&gt;Parsley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay since i updated within 2 days i shall give myself a treat - two tim tams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder what i would get if i updated within an hour?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay never mind HAHAHAHHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WARNING : Next post i shall try to talk in twit talk -&lt;br /&gt;harl0xx pl0xx pw33ple... l lshh v3ri B0rEd.. HaHahaAHahahaxxxx.&lt;br /
