<?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-38576332</id><updated>2011-07-08T15:11:25.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dance!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-petite-fille.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38576332/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-petite-fille.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>kyung tae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>63</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38576332.post-4303888937010647509</id><published>2009-09-07T17:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T18:02:30.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>relink:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;danceprincesskt.tumblr.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope you didn't when you saw the url :)&lt;br /&gt;not trying to act like someone who's pro at dancing, because i obviously am not, but it just has all the things i like + me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i.e. i like dance, and i would love to be a princess, and this is all me. danceprincesskt. simple enough right?? my current fetish is for anna sui products, but i dont think that's something you would put in your blog url&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here ya go. all future posting will most likely be in that tumblr, but if i feel like posting in blogger again, i just might. la-petite-fille has a sentimental value to me, as it is the first blog i ever created : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;danceprincesskt&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38576332-4303888937010647509?l=la-petite-fille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-petite-fille.blogspot.com/feeds/4303888937010647509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38576332&amp;postID=4303888937010647509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38576332/posts/default/4303888937010647509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38576332/posts/default/4303888937010647509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-petite-fille.blogspot.com/2009/09/relink-danceprincesskt.html' title=''/><author><name>kyung tae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38576332.post-2749778443299933551</id><published>2009-08-26T19:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T19:48:53.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wtf is wrong with this blogger shit&lt;br /&gt;the layout is completely off and i can't even change the font size&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PISSED OFF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a lot of people around me (ok maybe about 3) have ljs, and talk about the beauty and the sheer coolness of it. hmmmmm that makes me want to get an lj too, esp now that my blogger is completely fucked up i don't ever want to blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what say you? lj, or good old blogger?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, times are very bad (=busy) because i have been sucking in my studies lately. bleahghhgh. screwing up GAurnals and quizzes and whatnots, i hope my eyas are not this bad. what happened to my ambitious dream of getting 3.6&lt;?? i will derive, i will derive~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmmm. another dilemma i am in right now?? what cca to take in jc. you might be thinking, why so early, why so kiasu. but this is an &lt;strong&gt;important&lt;/strong&gt; matter for moi, and thus i am putting much thought into it :) &lt;br /&gt;dance, or no dance?? sports are considered out for me, as i have stamina the size of a mosquito, and zero sportiness. you should see me during tennis. or rather, you should not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the list of the ccas in RI(JC), for your reference&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chamber Ensemble (what is this?)&lt;br /&gt;Chinese Dance (too stiff :/)&lt;br /&gt;Chinese Orchestra &lt;br /&gt;Harmonica Ensemble &lt;br /&gt;Indian Dance &lt;br /&gt;Jazz Club (i believe this is jazz music, not jazz dance. dang)&lt;br /&gt;Lion Dance&lt;br /&gt;Piano Ensemble&lt;br /&gt;Raffles Chorale&lt;br /&gt;Raffles Dance (me want! but me most prolly can't)&lt;br /&gt;Raffles Guitar Ensemble &lt;br /&gt;Raffles Symphonic Band&lt;br /&gt;Raffles Players (where i probably will land at? but then again, i'm not so sure anymore. i don't think there exists a direct pass for past ld members. not that there was any to begin with. oh you get what i mean)&lt;br /&gt;Raffles Rock&lt;br /&gt;Raffles Street Dance (hmmm. not much experience in street. considering. but there is an unspoken rule that i probably am not encouraged to join this....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, i better clear up my eyas by going to mugg my arse off now. i'm 3 mins late. it's time for French. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your hw? go listen to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abracadabra - Brown Eyed Girls&lt;br /&gt;Candy Man - Brown Eyed Girls&lt;br /&gt;In the Club - 2NE1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i do love 2NE1 :DD and BEG! 8D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38576332-2749778443299933551?l=la-petite-fille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-petite-fille.blogspot.com/feeds/2749778443299933551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38576332&amp;postID=2749778443299933551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38576332/posts/default/2749778443299933551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38576332/posts/default/2749778443299933551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-petite-fille.blogspot.com/2009/08/wtf-is-wrong-with-this-blogger-shit.html' title=''/><author><name>kyung tae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38576332.post-6273236988616849294</id><published>2009-08-17T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T22:05:45.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BACKNESS</title><content type='html'>and she is &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BACK&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;hello dear dormant/nonexistent readers! from today on, 17th August 2009 9:48 pm GMT (i'm not sure what), la-petite-fille is back &lt;strike&gt;in business &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was also the day, the dreaded, loathed SS PT was submitted. goodbye life satisfaction in Singapore. i don't really give a damn about non-economic indicators. you can kiss my ass good bye too.&lt;br /&gt;and they lived happily ever after&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish the story, or my day, rather, ended that way. it would have been blissful enough, but nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so other than being jolted awake by an unpleasant surprise (that's my mum tapping my foot), i have a mini-epiphany in the morning. it was the sheer bitter realisation that my ez-link card lacked money for my rides to school. fumbling, i digged out for 60 cents. that 5 cent coin i always yearn for was nowhere in sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during physical education (n. a lesson conducted in learning institutions, where adolescent girls gather and sweat out their stress, emotions, etc.), i watched people follow the ACES (All Children Exercise Simultaneously, if i'm not wrong) routine video that was done by a very familiar person. a person so familiar to me, that it could only be myself. the experience of sitting at the veryback of the hall is quite an interesting one. when these people of various races and ages do the torso turn, to face this very familiar looking girl, their eyes suddenly fill with this look of doubt as they open their eyes to try and see me clearly in the dark. they then turn back to face front, where they see the same girl they just saw 0.1 second ago, and then..! they turn back to face me yet again, and now this time, their eyes fill with a different emotion: that of realisation, that the girl in the video, and the girl at the back of the hall, sitting down, with no pe attire, is &lt;em&gt;the same&lt;/em&gt;. then 0.001 seconds later, their eyes cloud with doubt again! &lt;em&gt;"why is she not doing that dumbass routine?!?!?!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's alright. you see, i've done it 28345 times already. that's a lot of time you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've decided that, i should go and do chem now (cue to go AWWWWWWWWWWWWW)&lt;br /&gt;as mugger and mugger-esque as this sounds? i do like chem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I GOT PHARM CHEM AND LOVE AND MADNESS&lt;br /&gt;who said i have no life, huh? xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know you love me,&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;br /&gt;k&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;countdown to gossip girl season 3: a month - 3 days. you do the math, seriously&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38576332-6273236988616849294?l=la-petite-fille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-petite-fille.blogspot.com/feeds/6273236988616849294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38576332&amp;postID=6273236988616849294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38576332/posts/default/6273236988616849294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38576332/posts/default/6273236988616849294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-petite-fille.blogspot.com/2009/08/backness.html' title='BACKNESS'/><author><name>kyung tae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38576332.post-1882362075863227933</id><published>2008-11-03T11:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T12:08:48.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's november!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;count down to clueless: 11 days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZOMFFFFFG BECAUSE WE ARE NOT EXACTLY VERY WELL-PREPARED&lt;br /&gt;and the fact that comeback's show is SOLD OUT doesn't really help&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;firstly,&lt;br /&gt;CLUELESS =/= COME BACK BRITNEY ONE MORE TIME&lt;br /&gt;jeeeshh, elds (or English Drama, the new name of my cca) doesn't do musical please!! and elds (again, English Drama) provides you with excellent performances, our tickets have to be priced at 10 bucks!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to describe clueless,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLUELESS is a serious comedy about the murder mystery of the stall 13 auntie of Fruits of Our Labour School (what do the initials spell out?) The cleaner, Shiva, as well as the students taught by Mdm Bing are all suspected of the murder. The thing is, who really killed the stall 13 auntie??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO FIND OUT MORE, come for clueless!!&lt;br /&gt;14th, 15th November 20008&lt;br /&gt;14th: 7.30 pm&lt;br /&gt;15th: 2.30 pm and 7.30 pm&lt;br /&gt;Both performanes held at KSChee Theatre&lt;br /&gt;Raffles Girls School&lt;br /&gt;20 Anderson Road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;phew, i just realised that the whole thing was about clueless, and nothing else :D&lt;br /&gt;i love clueless though, and pierre lim gei kiang &lt;333&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right, it's november, and after exams until now, my life has basically revolved around clueless and its endless rehearsals on the dusty carpets of H2 and kschee. it also included a lot of scoldings and aneurysms on cheriel's part, and her infamous "(pinch your nose) CAN WE PLEASE MOVE ON?"&lt;br /&gt;(i'm sorry, i just have to mention that this sounds a lot like a pre production reflection. or post production for that matter)&lt;br /&gt;i digress,&lt;br /&gt;anyway, so far, my acting as pierre has been rather pathetic, because i have not been able to decide whether pierre is a guy or a girl (the matter is actually not as easy as it seems you know?)&lt;br /&gt;it is very hard to define the boundaries of being just an extremely self-conscious guy, and of crossing that boundary and being a very bimbotic stupid girl who is surprisingly dressed up as a guy. (i'm not making much sense, am i?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but on the whole, i do love clueless immensely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOWEVER, due to clueless, i have not been able to go out for one stinking day after the exams (a few movie dates don't really count; i want the whole day off for me to play and go to places such as sentosa) it is monday, one of the two free days i have because i don't have hcl os (which i never will have, for that matter) and here i am, stuck at home, blogging, and waiting for math tuition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND it doesn't help that icyl is right after clueless, which means no going out for me until after osl (which, btw, ends at 14th December)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay this has been a pretty chaotic post on my part, i will end it. right now.&lt;br /&gt;i feel like this now: sdfjlsakjfakjlskjglskdjfakweisjdknvcmxvniakjfijfjf???????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38576332-1882362075863227933?l=la-petite-fille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-petite-fille.blogspot.com/feeds/1882362075863227933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38576332&amp;postID=1882362075863227933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38576332/posts/default/1882362075863227933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38576332/posts/default/1882362075863227933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-petite-fille.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-november-count-down-to-clueless-11.html' title=''/><author><name>kyung tae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38576332.post-4114327995541474120</id><published>2008-10-06T21:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T21:23:36.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello all you slackers reading my blog insteady of STUDYING&lt;br /&gt;but don't worry, because i should be studying for lit and bio now, except i'm doing this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from lesterium.livejournal.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like waking up in the morning to find that you have new texts?&lt;br /&gt; - Yup :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you usually wide awake in the mornings?&lt;br /&gt; - Nope. I'm pretty much dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anything disappointed you today?&lt;br /&gt; - Yup. History test + my horrible chem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When is the last time you saw the person you like/liked?&lt;br /&gt; - Last tuesday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How old were you when you started swimming on your own?&lt;br /&gt; - 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you wearing rings?&lt;br /&gt; - Nope. I don't really like rings. Prefer earrings :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time you had butterflies in your stomach?&lt;br /&gt; - I don't know. I don't eat butterflies, you see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you confident in yourself?&lt;br /&gt; - Not really. (self-esteem problem!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you hanging out with anyone tonight?&lt;br /&gt; - An hour ago, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does it bother you when you text somebody and they take forever to text back?&lt;br /&gt; - Totally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your favorite milkshake flavor?&lt;br /&gt; - Chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you currently doing laundry?&lt;br /&gt; - What do you think?? (Hint: I'm in front of my laptop)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever read any of the Babysitters Club books?&lt;br /&gt; - What is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a job?&lt;br /&gt; - My job, at the moment, is to study my arse off. So, yes. Although technically, no. But im not doing my job so i guess, not. Then again, i didn't have one to begin with. Or maybe i did. Okay moving on :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can't you wait for?&lt;br /&gt; - End of EYAs! And dance this sat with darling fiona! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What brand is your shirt right now?&lt;br /&gt; - Polyesterish dri-fit, nike. Shirt says "fACE IT"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you sleep with your closet doors open or closed?&lt;br /&gt; - What kind of question is this??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you in an argument with someone important?&lt;br /&gt; -Not really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is bothering you right now?&lt;br /&gt; - Me not studying and killing time by doing such mindless quizzes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does it annoy you when someone says they'll call but never do?&lt;br /&gt; - Totally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the worst abuse you have done to your phone?&lt;br /&gt; - Camwhore too much my phone needs to go to a doctor because it is sick of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person to make you cry?&lt;br /&gt; - Not telling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could go to any place right now where would you go?&lt;br /&gt; - Wales and Ireland :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is your cell phone?&lt;br /&gt; - On my lap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone call you baby?&lt;br /&gt; - I will personally vomit my dinner out on the person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you honestly happy with who you are?&lt;br /&gt; - Not really. Sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're being extremely quiet, what does that mean?&lt;br /&gt; - It means that i've got nothing to say or i'm deep in thought. Or it simply means that i don't have a person to talk to and i don't fancy looking like a retard my talking to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What celebrities do you find attractive?&lt;br /&gt; - Hmmmmm... Jaejoong. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you single?&lt;br /&gt; - Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a patient person?&lt;br /&gt; - Not exactly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a light sleeper or heavy sleeper?&lt;br /&gt; - Heavy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there any emotion you're trying to avoid right now?&lt;br /&gt; - Guilt. I've got thousands of things to study for and here i am wasting time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does it take a lot to make you cry?&lt;br /&gt; - Not really. I can cry easily, but i can choose not to cry easily too. Oh wait, that does not make sense. Moving on &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think of all your exes, Would you take any of them back?&lt;br /&gt; -  Nope. If not they wouldn't be my ex right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you do when your nervous?&lt;br /&gt; - Start tearing out my skin on my fingers until it starts bleeding. I'm 100% serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does the newest text message in your inbox say?&lt;br /&gt; - "Kay good luck! ..." by Shamira Shariffudin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you held hands with?&lt;br /&gt; - Lin, when i was manicuring for her :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you flirt a lot?&lt;br /&gt; - Honestly, yeah :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you ever consider having a relationship with your best friend?&lt;br /&gt; - Nope. I like the way things are now, thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who gives you the best advice?&lt;br /&gt; - Hmmm. hard to say, because different people are good at different things.&lt;br /&gt;studies: lin&lt;br /&gt;life in general: shamira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What piercings do you want to get?&lt;br /&gt; - Belly button. More on my ears. Maybe 2 or 3 :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you listen to Blink 182?&lt;br /&gt; - No. What is that anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are you currently feeling?&lt;br /&gt; - Strangely happy and weird. I believe it's called "mixed feelings"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAGGED!&lt;br /&gt; - lin&lt;br /&gt; - sham&lt;br /&gt; - anni&lt;br /&gt; - nehneh&lt;br /&gt; - fiona, if you're allowed online&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38576332-4114327995541474120?l=la-petite-fille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-petite-fille.blogspot.com/feeds/4114327995541474120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38576332&amp;postID=4114327995541474120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38576332/posts/default/4114327995541474120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38576332/posts/default/4114327995541474120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-petite-fille.blogspot.com/2008/10/hello-all-you-slackers-reading-my-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>kyung tae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38576332.post-1280882566369683742</id><published>2008-09-21T21:12:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T21:40:03.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i should be studying lit/hist/chem/math/whatevershit&lt;br /&gt;but here i am, blogging, killing time, and doing mindless quizzes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i'm killing time for this, so please do tag, and enjoy! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from nehneh's (steffina) blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Use the first letter of your name to answer the following. They have to be real names, real places and real things -- nothing made up.You cannot use your own name for the boy/girl’s name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What is your name?&lt;br /&gt;Kyung Tae&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. A 4-letter word?&lt;br /&gt;Kiss! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. A vehicle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. A boy’s name?&lt;br /&gt;Kyle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. A girl’s name?&lt;br /&gt;Kelly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. An occupation?&lt;br /&gt;Kayak-er&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Something you wear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. A celebrity?&lt;br /&gt;Kim Ah Jung&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Something found in a bathroom?&lt;br /&gt;Kyung Tae's retainers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Reason for being late&lt;br /&gt;Kyung Tae&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Something you shout?&lt;br /&gt;KRAP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. A body part?&lt;br /&gt;Knees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Word to describe yourself?&lt;br /&gt;Kyung Tae&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;again, from steff's xanga&lt;br /&gt;The rules of the game get posted at the beginning. Each player answers the questions about themselves. At the end of the post the player then tags 5 people and posts their names, then goes to their blogs and leaves a comment, letting them know they got tagged and to ask them to play and read your blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting time:&lt;br /&gt;9.21 pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name:&lt;br /&gt;Kyung Tae&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sisters:&lt;br /&gt;None. Unless you count my "Sisters in learning, sisters at heart" then i have about 430 of them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brothers:&lt;br /&gt;None.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoe size:&lt;br /&gt;5~7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Height:&lt;br /&gt;161.75 cm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do you live:&lt;br /&gt;Home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favourite drinks:&lt;br /&gt;Water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha ha ha ha ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like 100 plus :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favourite breakfast:&lt;br /&gt;(i'm not kidding) rice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been on a plane?:&lt;br /&gt;Yupp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swam in the ocean:&lt;br /&gt;if you count my obs experience of capsizing, then yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fallen asleep at school:&lt;br /&gt;yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broken someone’s heart:&lt;br /&gt;maybe? i don't know. i think i did though. unintentionally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fell off your chair:&lt;br /&gt;yeahp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat by the phone all night waiting for someone to call:&lt;br /&gt;i would, if it was a call from a very special person :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saved e-mails:&lt;br /&gt;yup, like all the funny and cute and meaningful ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your room like:&lt;br /&gt;messy, boring, white&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s right beside you:&lt;br /&gt;my phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the last thing you ate:&lt;br /&gt;food. to be precise, dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever had chicken pox:&lt;br /&gt;nope. and i hope i dont get it. FAT CHANCE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sore throat:&lt;br /&gt;NO NO NO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...duh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stitches:&lt;br /&gt;think not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broken nose:&lt;br /&gt;nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in love at first sight:&lt;br /&gt;not really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like picnics:&lt;br /&gt;without mosquitoes, then yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was/were the last person/people you danced with:&lt;br /&gt;officially, fiona ong :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last smile you made:&lt;br /&gt;when i was watching a hilarious korean show :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You last yelled at:&lt;br /&gt;myself, internally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today did you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk to someone you like:&lt;br /&gt;not really, oh wait, susanna from math class :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kissed anyone:&lt;br /&gt;not a person, (wait, i didn't kiss my dog, please) but a real precious note thing i got few months ago :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get sick:&lt;br /&gt;of ss pt, totally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss someone:&lt;br /&gt;too much. that person had been occupying my mind 25/7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eat:&lt;br /&gt;(rolls eyes) 15 minutes ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best feeling in the world:&lt;br /&gt;when i feel loved :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you sleep with stuffed animals:&lt;br /&gt;not anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s under your bed:&lt;br /&gt;another bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who do you really hate:&lt;br /&gt;pt giving teachers. sigghh&lt;br /&gt;but they can't be blamed, it's their job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What time is it now?:&lt;br /&gt;9.29 pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there a person who is on your mind now:&lt;br /&gt;refer to "missed someone"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any siblings:&lt;br /&gt;nope!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you want children:&lt;br /&gt;yes, and no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you smile often:&lt;br /&gt;i fake-smile more than i, err, real-smile?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like your hand-writing:&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, when it looks nice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are your toe nails painted:&lt;br /&gt;yup, outerspace-y purple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whose bed other than yours would you rather sleep in:&lt;br /&gt;can i not say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What color shirt are you wearing now:&lt;br /&gt;white&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What were you doing at 7:00 p.m. yesterday:&lt;br /&gt;was sick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t wait till:&lt;br /&gt;i get out of rg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When did you cry last:&lt;br /&gt;yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a friendly person:&lt;br /&gt;i try to be, but i am pretty antisocial at times. i value solitude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any pets:&lt;br /&gt;in my dreams, literally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is the person you have feelings for right now?:&lt;br /&gt;somewhere pretty close to my house. about 10 minutes away.&lt;br /&gt;(so close, yet so far)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did the last person you held hands with mean anything to you now?:&lt;br /&gt;i cant remember, but i suppose so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you sleep with the TV on?:&lt;br /&gt;nope. i don't even sleep with the aircon on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you doing right now?:&lt;br /&gt;being stupid and doing this quiz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever crawled through a window?:&lt;br /&gt;yup. i like doing it :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you handle the truth?:&lt;br /&gt;most of the times. i don't exactly like to live in self-denial you see.&lt;br /&gt;but when the truth is painful, i can't seem to handle it very well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you too forgiving?:&lt;br /&gt;if i'm feeling nice to that person, yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you closer to your mother or father?:&lt;br /&gt;mum. i sometimes can't stand my father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you cried in front of?:&lt;br /&gt;myself. i don't like to cry in front of other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many people can you say you’ve really loved?:&lt;br /&gt;a few&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you eat healthy?:&lt;br /&gt;most of the times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever cried because of something someone said to you?:&lt;br /&gt;yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you’re having a bad day, who are you most likely to go to?:&lt;br /&gt;myself. or shamira or something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you loud or quiet most of the time?:&lt;br /&gt;half half&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you confident?:&lt;br /&gt;depends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay that took 23 minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish me luck for exams!&lt;br /&gt;(seriously need it)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38576332-1280882566369683742?l=la-petite-fille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-petite-fille.blogspot.com/feeds/1280882566369683742/comments/default' title='Post 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type='html'>BACQUE FROMME INDONESIEEAAA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol, random. i'm feeling especially &lt;em&gt;francais&lt;/em&gt; right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i'm back ): and i seriously don't want to be. jakarta has like everything korean and everything nice. the food, the shopping, and all the comfort. let me explain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. manicure + pedicure aka pampering&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god that was goooood. the moment i landed i went straight to whatever mall there was and got manicure and pedicure done. first time, but definitely not bad. the place was called "aloha." very girlie, and very pink. my fingernails are now pink and my toenails are gorgeous purple. very &lt;em&gt;chic&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalala. pictures are worth a thousand words. so here they are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9m2X7uaNou0/SMOcsLCpGAI/AAAAAAAAAH0/gjtgT-QRo1Q/s1600-h/DSC02171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243206673881438210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9m2X7uaNou0/SMOcsLCpGAI/AAAAAAAAAH0/gjtgT-QRo1Q/s320/DSC02171.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's actually much much prettier. just that, my phone cam sucks, and so does my photography. anyway they are PINK. with awesome glitters. but they have to be erased so that i don't break the school rules. sigh. i'm such a guai girl no?&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;i just realised how bimbo i sounded. talking about nails and what not. but seriously, manicures are worth spending money on. if it's not too ex. you can't exactly bite, so it's great for your, err, nail health? yeahh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. leejunki/zhengning-esque haircut + creambath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my hair is super smooth now! :D got really good creambath as well as a nice haircut. fringe is back straight (china doll fringe/bangs). ok, not really, because they are poofing up against my will. the hairdresser said my hair is so strong, that i can rebond, dye, do whatever thing all at the same time, and my hair won't be affected at all. don't think that's exactly fantab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and my hair's damn layered again. sighh, forgot to tell the hairdresser NOT to layer it anymore. when i cut it i did look a bit like zhengning. just the hair (x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pics, again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243208953661040418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9m2X7uaNou0/SMOew34dJyI/AAAAAAAAAH8/3N3tO5awokI/s320/IMGP3470.JPG" border="0" /&gt;DON'T ASK ME WHAT I'M WEARING. it's the creambath outfit.&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 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LOTS AND LOTS OF SHOPPING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spent shitloads of money on one day with my mum. yup, that summarizes it very well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pics will be in a separate post! :D nehnehpoopoo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38576332-4436101393625440547?l=la-petite-fille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-petite-fille.blogspot.com/feeds/4436101393625440547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38576332&amp;postID=4436101393625440547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38576332/posts/default/4436101393625440547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38576332/posts/default/4436101393625440547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-petite-fille.blogspot.com/2008/09/bacque-fromme-indonesieeaaa-lol-random.html' title=''/><author><name>kyung tae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9m2X7uaNou0/SMOcsLCpGAI/AAAAAAAAAH0/gjtgT-QRo1Q/s72-c/DSC02171.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38576332.post-3374334711844934949</id><published>2008-08-25T17:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T17:21:46.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>baack! :)&lt;br /&gt;haven't blogged for ages blogger has changed so much! can barely recognise it:p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway,&lt;br /&gt;saturday 230808!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dance! :)))))))))))))) seriously, i should start stretching evryday (at least do a split) because i am so unflexible for nuts and ms chiam expects so much from me?! which she seriously shouldn't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was wearing my new crisscross leotard. felt happy at first, until ms chiam told me this&lt;br /&gt;ms chiam: eh kyung tae! why you so &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;fat&lt;/span&gt; ah!&lt;br /&gt;kyung tae: huhh maybe cos i just ate and drank a lot..?&lt;br /&gt;ms chiam: no leh! last year i saw you you weren't so fat you know!&lt;br /&gt;kyung tae: maybe cos my boobs are not so big (god, as embarrassing as that sounds, i said it)&lt;br /&gt;ms chiam: (stares at my chest) no lah! just now i saw &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;your tummy is quite big&lt;/span&gt; leh...&lt;br /&gt;kyung tae: huhhhh.... (by this time i was really close to tears)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously, never have i been told that i am fat, ever. i THOUGHT i was skinny but apparently i'm too fat as a dancer? i very nearly cried on the spot if there hadn't been fiona telling me that i'm skinny (whatever, believe it or not it still helped) suddenly there was this whole avalanche of thought all centering around how am i going to lose weight??? omg i'm fat as in my ballet teacher tells me i am fat.. stupid things like anorexia and bullimia came up on my mind. during break time i felt soooo guilty to eat my subway cookies and at home thought about whether i should have dinner or not.... (but i ate in the end thanks to the amount of stress that gave me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honestly, i really wanted to cry like an idiot on the spot. you should never tell anyone that they are too fat, whatever the situation. you have no idea how much that hurts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;choreographing the charity show dance... and did a few thousand splits and rolled around the floor. came home to find my whole leg bruised lahh. i can't do that jump thing where your legs go back up and your hands go back to try and touch the leg. i'm no dancer physically. not flexible, not thin. can't do grand jete! how!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;english: wrote on benefits and drawbacks of the internet. was okay. drained out 80% of my energy&lt;br /&gt;ss: screwed. just plain screwed. at most i can get is prolly 9. if i'm lucky then 10. i just can't get that stupid new teacher who marks freaking strictly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taught joey the aces routine with wenyan. then went for lunch (GOD WHY DID I FREAKING EAT KFC SOMEBODY PLEASE TELL ME TO EAT PEANUTS OR TOFU)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;can i be your superwoman? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38576332-3374334711844934949?l=la-petite-fille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-petite-fille.blogspot.com/feeds/3374334711844934949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38576332&amp;postID=3374334711844934949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38576332/posts/default/3374334711844934949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38576332/posts/default/3374334711844934949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-petite-fille.blogspot.com/2008/08/baack-havent-blogged-for-ages-blogger.html' title=''/><author><name>kyung tae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38576332.post-7856882886054908721</id><published>2008-07-15T20:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T21:14:29.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hah&lt;br /&gt;blogging kills time. although i'm in no position to kill time because i have&lt;br /&gt;1. french e-learning&lt;br /&gt;2. english speech next tues&lt;br /&gt;3. lit test to study next weds&lt;br /&gt;4. math FA due today (time now, 8.59, oh wait, it just turned 9. pm, btw)&lt;br /&gt;5. chem PT&lt;br /&gt;6. history PT&lt;br /&gt;7. lit PT&lt;br /&gt;my life sucks balls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, found this quiz on elena's blog (:&lt;br /&gt;1) Are you currently in a serious relationship?&lt;br /&gt;A. Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) What was your dream growing up?&lt;br /&gt;A. Lol i had MANY. i first wanted to be a nurse (as in, hospital ones) because all my friends wanted to be one, and when i was in p1, nurse was like, "the job for girls." for guys, it was "firemen"&lt;br /&gt;Now, i just want to quit studying, and eat and play the rest of my life. no, i'm kidding. but i do want a break though. a really long one, until i miss studying. i want to be a news anchor, the familiar face that appears at tv mobile at 7 am, in a programme called the news (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) What talent do you wish you had?&lt;br /&gt;A. more flexibility, definitely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) If I bought you a drink what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;A. errr, beer? hahaha (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Favorite vegetable?&lt;br /&gt;A. tofu, if it's counted as a vegetable (x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) What was the last book you read?&lt;br /&gt;A. 100 successful college application essays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) What zodiac sign are you?&lt;br /&gt;A. capricorn! baaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Any Tattoos and/or Piercings? Explain where.&lt;br /&gt;A. balls. of the ears. don't think sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Worst Habit?&lt;br /&gt;A. getting so easily distracted. or tying my hair in class. over and over again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) If you saw me walking down the street would you offer me a ride?&lt;br /&gt;A. sure, but i don't have a car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) What is your favorite sport?&lt;br /&gt;A. dance, if that's a sport. or ice skating :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) Do you have a Negative or Optimistic attitude?&lt;br /&gt;A. i can't really say for sure, but now, i'm feeling pretty negative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) What would you do if you were stuck in an elevator with me?&lt;br /&gt;A. haha talk (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) Worst thing to ever happen to you?&lt;br /&gt;A. you don't want to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) Tell me one weird fact about you.&lt;br /&gt;A. i eat so much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) Do you have any pets?&lt;br /&gt;A. imaginary cat, which is now sitting on my lap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) What if i showed up at your house unexpectedly?&lt;br /&gt;A. i will be surprised (: i don't think you know where i live though :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) What was your first impression of me?&lt;br /&gt;A. haha, cool senior (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) Do you think clowns are cute or scary?&lt;br /&gt;A. scary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20) If you could change one thing about how you look, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;A. hmmm, grow more boobs? hahaha, no. maybe make my eyes bigger 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21) Would you be my crime partner or my conscience?&lt;br /&gt;A. i can be your conscience (: but i don't mind being a crime partner :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22) What color eyes do you have?&lt;br /&gt;A. brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23) Ever been arrested?&lt;br /&gt;A. no. and hope i will never be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24) Bottle or can soda?&lt;br /&gt;A. can. i like the sound when i crack open it :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25) If you won $10,000 today, what would you do with it?&lt;br /&gt;A. hmmmmm, i will think really hard first.... and save it (: and use it when i really need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27) What's your favorite place to hang at?&lt;br /&gt;A. marina? no no! korea (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28) Do you believe in ghosts?&lt;br /&gt;A. i just started, when i saw one for a split-second 5 mins ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29) Favorite thing to do in your spare time?&lt;br /&gt;A. slack, kill time, blog surfing, facebook, friendster, msn, msg, call up ppl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30) Do you swear a lot?&lt;br /&gt;A. hells yeah (x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31) Biggest pet peeve?&lt;br /&gt;A. none (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32) In one word, how would you describe yourself?&lt;br /&gt;A. kyungtae&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33) Do you believe/appreciate romance?&lt;br /&gt;A. yup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35) Do you believe in God?&lt;br /&gt;A. yup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36) Will you repost this so I can fill it out and do the same for you?&lt;br /&gt;A. maybe? i don't know :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know where's 34, but oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38576332-7856882886054908721?l=la-petite-fille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-petite-fille.blogspot.com/feeds/7856882886054908721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38576332&amp;postID=7856882886054908721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38576332/posts/default/7856882886054908721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38576332/posts/default/7856882886054908721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-petite-fille.blogspot.com/2008/07/hah-blogging-kills-time.html' title=''/><author><name>kyung tae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38576332.post-8001105322488445507</id><published>2008-07-13T14:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T14:44:54.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sorry, somehow cannot put pics and words together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all those people tagging made me want to blog! for once!! &lt;3&gt; drop, roll and take a break. i've been running, and running, and running, without realising where i'm going. (sound, philosophical?) and now, i just want to stop. it's so tiring. and i'm not enjoying life at all. life revolves around studies and more studies and homework and more homework. i hardly have time for myself. i really want to go to an international school. they seem happy, at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever, shit nonsense me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday.&lt;br /&gt;tll 10.30 to 12.30 not exciting. just lessons.&lt;br /&gt;12.30 to 3 go out with fiona and donoven, who just came back from pulau ubin, and wants to be an obs instructor (x i remember how people were crazy about becoming an obs instructor after they came back. seriously, i enjoyed obs. like, a lot. but i can never be an instructor. i want comfort zone, and my phone and my laptop. i love them too much to be separated from them 5 days a week.&lt;br /&gt;and so, we went to long john's for lunch, where i ate my usual fish thingums. and went around centrepoint cold storage, to show fiona the foods we ate in obs. the canned foods like sausages and baked beans and what not. memories!!! now i really wanna go back. at a pt season like this, i would rather have 5 years weeks of obs. with my friends &lt;3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fiona, you blur pok! dance is 3 hours, my dear girl!!!!! hahaha "let's go at 4.30"! siao ah! (x&lt;br /&gt;and then we went for dance. and danced. lol. to be more specific, we did barre things in centre. like, in centre. without the bar. die lah. we also did a lot of jumps, at such an inappropriate time of my life, and a lot of stretchings and splits and what not. we started doing a pre-exercise for grand jetes. which i failed rather miserably. at every jump, we will bounce boing boing and land. and i will, like an hopeless 5-year old trying so hard to look like superman, only to fail miserably and making sarah and fiona giggle. and giggle. and giggle. oh, and waste all my energy.&lt;br /&gt;after that, went to school. yes, and reached at 7. pm. to help out with ringers concert. which we heard all some parts for free &lt;3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached home at 9.30. slept at 12.30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and lin? if you find your brother annoying, do take note that i have another unused bed under my used bed &lt;3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNDDDDDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;VOTE KYUNG TAE FOR RICHARD CAPTAIN 09!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SHE'S POSITIVELY CHARGED (K+) AND eKstaTic ABOUT RICHARD!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38576332-8001105322488445507?l=la-petite-fille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-petite-fille.blogspot.com/feeds/8001105322488445507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38576332&amp;postID=8001105322488445507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38576332/posts/default/8001105322488445507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38576332/posts/default/8001105322488445507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-petite-fille.blogspot.com/2008/07/sorry-somehow-cannot-put-pics-and-words.html' title=''/><author><name>kyung tae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38576332.post-3966918974378177463</id><published>2008-07-13T14:14:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T14:42:36.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9m2X7uaNou0/SHmh52BH8CI/AAAAAAAAAHc/WbEKKOkUA6A/s1600-h/DSC02020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222383258037645346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9m2X7uaNou0/SHmh52BH8CI/AAAAAAAAAHc/WbEKKOkUA6A/s320/DSC02020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9m2X7uaNou0/SHmhzqr0bcI/AAAAAAAAAHU/BBI5CzYkJ4A/s1600-h/DSC02019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222383151916281282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9m2X7uaNou0/SHmhzqr0bcI/AAAAAAAAAHU/BBI5CzYkJ4A/s320/DSC02019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9m2X7uaNou0/SHmhrJiMENI/AAAAAAAAAHM/L0dAwZZk9qo/s1600-h/DSC02017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222383005578563794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9m2X7uaNou0/SHmhrJiMENI/AAAAAAAAAHM/L0dAwZZk9qo/s320/DSC02017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9m2X7uaNou0/SHmhjVlTPYI/AAAAAAAAAHE/YZtQ_KvOgmw/s1600-h/DSC02014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222382871373888898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9m2X7uaNou0/SHmhjVlTPYI/AAAAAAAAAHE/YZtQ_KvOgmw/s320/DSC02014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9m2X7uaNou0/SHmhZYjQQkI/AAAAAAAAAG8/d7fanRaFkxc/s1600-h/DSC01988.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222382700371919426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9m2X7uaNou0/SHmhZYjQQkI/AAAAAAAAAG8/d7fanRaFkxc/s320/DSC01988.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all those people tagging made me want to blog! for once!! &lt;3&gt; drop, roll&lt;/strike&gt; and take a break. i've been running, and running, and running, without realising where i'm going. (sound, philosophical?) and now, i just want to stop. it's so tiring. and i'm not enjoying life at all. life revolves around studies and more studies and homework and more homework. i hardly have time for myself. i really want to go to an international school. they seem happy, at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever, shit nonsense me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday.&lt;br /&gt;tll 10.30 to 12.30 not exciting. just lessons.&lt;br /&gt;12.30 to 3 go out with fiona and donoven, who just came back from pulau ubin, and wants to be an obs instructor (x i remember how people were crazy about becoming an obs instructor after they came back. seriously, i enjoyed obs. like, a lot. but i can never be an instructor. i want comfort zone, and my phone and my laptop. i love them too much to be separated from them 5 days a week.&lt;br /&gt;and so, we went to long john's for lunch, where i ate my usual fish thingums. and went around centrepoint cold storage, to show fiona the foods we ate in obs. the canned foods like sausages and baked beans and what not. memories!!! now i really wanna go back. at a pt season like this, i would rather have 5 &lt;strike&gt;years&lt;/strike&gt; weeks of obs. with my friends &lt;3&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fiona, you blur pok! dance is 3 hours, my dear girl!!!!! hahaha "let's go at 4.30"! siao ah! (x &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and then we went for dance. and danced. lol. to be more specific, we did barre things in centre. like, in centre. without the bar. die lah. we also did a lot of jumps, at such an inappropriate time of my life, and a lot of stretchings and splits and what not. we started doing a pre-exercise for grand jetes. which i failed rather miserably. at every jump, we will bounce boing boing and land. and i will, like an hopeless 5-year old trying so hard to look like superman, only to fail miserably and making sarah and fiona giggle. and giggle. and giggle. oh, and waste all my energy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after that, went to school. yes, and reached at 7. pm. to help out with ringers concert. which we heard &lt;strike&gt;all&lt;/strike&gt; some parts for free &lt;3&gt; &lt;div&gt;reached home at 9.30. slept at 12.30&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh, and lin? if you find your brother annoying, do take note that i have another unused bed under my used bed &lt;3&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNDDDDDDDDD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9m2X7uaNou0/SHmiMg5wdYI/AAAAAAAAAHk/PRBp6B2E2no/s1600-h/kyungfupanda.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222383578787116418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9m2X7uaNou0/SHmiMg5wdYI/AAAAAAAAAHk/PRBp6B2E2no/s320/kyungfupanda.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;KYUNG TAE FOR RICHARD CAPTAIN 09! &lt;333&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;she's &lt;em&gt;positively charged&lt;/em&gt; (K+) and eKstaTic for richard!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9m2X7uaNou0/SHmiVQs_ipI/AAAAAAAAAHs/b2UkMo9D6x0/s1600-h/positively+charged+richard.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222383729057434258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9m2X7uaNou0/SHmiVQs_ipI/AAAAAAAAAHs/b2UkMo9D6x0/s320/positively+charged+richard.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38576332-3966918974378177463?l=la-petite-fille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-petite-fille.blogspot.com/feeds/3966918974378177463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38576332&amp;postID=3966918974378177463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38576332/posts/default/3966918974378177463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38576332/posts/default/3966918974378177463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-petite-fille.blogspot.com/2008/07/all-those-people-tagging-made-me-want.html' title=''/><author><name>kyung tae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9m2X7uaNou0/SHmh52BH8CI/AAAAAAAAAHc/WbEKKOkUA6A/s72-c/DSC02020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38576332.post-2296078003755151995</id><published>2008-06-13T21:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T22:10:36.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLO YOU PEOPLE IN SUNNY SINGAPORE :D&lt;br /&gt;KT IS BACK FROM THE UK&lt;br /&gt;duhh, i was back 8 days ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg, uk trip was the most awesome thing that ever happened this whole year!!! i mean, it was so so fun, and the experience can't really be expressed in words, you have to be there and feel it :D how can you understand the feeling of catching sandhoppers and putting them in a bottle and painting them white and setting them free and coming back after 2 hours and researching them only to find zero white-painted sandhoppers and getting your hand all red and swollen because of the cold? wales was the most awesome bit, followed by shopping at dublin. dublin is so so so pretty!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i wanna thank all my lovely lovely roommates, jessica chan in particular! you are so so nice to talk to at night! (: i don't mean anything sick, kayss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you wanna see pics? go to my facebook/my friends' facebooks :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my hols are very unproductive, because i'm not doing anything productive nor making any sense here. after i came back, i've been waking up at 12/slacking the whole day by reading p.s. i love you (so outdated, i know)/doing schoolwork which merely includes osl and looking through solubility table in a fairly lousy attempt at memorising them. yup, i would say my holidays are pretty pathetic, partly because it is ending in another 5 days. what a depressing thought&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this whole week, i've been in the mrt a lot. going to boon lay, pasir ris, and pasir ris again. i'm so sick of it already. okays, let me tell you about my outing on tues, with fiona and co.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a sunny, scorching day and kt dressed up (in jeans and shirt) to go to escape theme park, located in the extreme east side of the surprisingly small country called Singapore, which i would say is relatively far away from my home at buona vista. kt gets on the bus, only to receive a frightening sms that goes something along the lines of, "bring change of clothes" "don't wear white" and "don't wear sandals" kt jumps, shocked, and madly calls fiona, who &lt;strike&gt;screams&lt;/strike&gt; mildly scold me for wearing pants and slippers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, kt meets don in the mrt! at paya lebar-(what's the next stop) and sit down, and listen to don's explanation of why i will definitely get wet (which i did, btw) because the whole day there was madness. i got wet, and stinky eventually. not pleasant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i skipped a lot of the events, but i'm too &lt;strike&gt;lazy&lt;/strike&gt; busy to blog more. good bye (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, quick summary of what happened on thursday&lt;br /&gt;went to pasir ris&lt;br /&gt;met nandita at 4.10&lt;br /&gt;reached at coasta sands&lt;br /&gt;ate lotsa crap&lt;br /&gt;played weird card games&lt;br /&gt;went for treasure hunt&lt;br /&gt;met eenette/sandy/liangzi&lt;br /&gt;went for dinner&lt;br /&gt;ate&lt;br /&gt;went to arcade&lt;br /&gt;FOUND PSB PPL! SO COOL!&lt;br /&gt;played ddr with eenette&lt;br /&gt;embarrassed myself immensely&lt;br /&gt;played para para in front of psb ppl&lt;br /&gt;embarrassed myself even more&lt;br /&gt;ran out of money in card&lt;br /&gt;went back&lt;br /&gt;watched xman&lt;br /&gt;finally understood the movie&lt;br /&gt;slept, after much grumbling about crap&lt;br /&gt;woke up&lt;br /&gt;went for ld&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh, this is an exhausting thing and i shall stop now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH I GOT RETAINERS TODAY. CAN'T. BREATHE. PROPERLY. WANT. TO. VOMIT. BLEAH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38576332-2296078003755151995?l=la-petite-fille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-petite-fille.blogspot.com/feeds/2296078003755151995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38576332&amp;postID=2296078003755151995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38576332/posts/default/2296078003755151995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38576332/posts/default/2296078003755151995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-petite-fille.blogspot.com/2008/06/hello-you-people-in-sunny-singapore-d.html' title=''/><author><name>kyung tae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38576332.post-7037379864392766465</id><published>2008-05-22T20:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T20:32:43.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so much happened (terrible english)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. vesak day!&lt;br /&gt;went out with donut and cupcake. (: fun, i suppose, although there were few very awkward moments. maybe it was just me i guess :D&lt;br /&gt;met at plaza sing first, saw don at starbucks (fiona, why can't you be a dear and sit down in a conspicuous place so that i can SPOT you easily? thank you very much) then went to look for fiona who was very nicely dressed (black top and striped dress-like thingie and pretty earrings) compared to me who just went in all black and mysterious like i always am :p don looked like he was going to take class picture after that :p so neat worxx!!&lt;br /&gt;mrt-ed to vivo where we watched what happens in vegas! :D funny movie, little bit lame, but i'm glad i watched it. i LOVE the champagne cutting by cameron diaz. she's amazing. and the popcorn scene too (: jack fuller's ball topping! gross. JACK OFF!&lt;br /&gt;after that, circled around the circular vivo. i'm telling you, it's the most horrid, crowded, eeky, small, crammed, smelly, escalator-bursting place and the most horrible, awful, stomach-turning, making-you-nauseos going out place EVER. phew, long sentence. i got stepped like don't know how many times, and i absolutely LOATHED it. and omfg i can't do a split. i mean like, i lost my acquired ability to do a split. this cannot be happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. no pe this whole week!&lt;br /&gt;haha mr ben was absent tues and wed so we didn't have disgusting pe. ok, very mean of me, the pe rep, but i really can't stand being stinky during pe. nd i hate running. i see no point in it. i dance every week and jump around every day. isn't that a tad too much normal and enough??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. english test&lt;br /&gt;wrote on body image( negative body image). expected, cos it's the easiest topic. wrote a lot of crap which didn't make sense, but it's over anyway (: happy me :D&lt;br /&gt;seriously, every time i consider turning ano/try to cut down on how much i eat, i am reminded of the stark truth that are faced with ano ppl. highly unpleasant, i suppose, and disgusting too. but at least they don't have a stomach that is the size of an elephant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. tomorrow! i'm leaving tomorrow!!! to the uk/ireland&lt;br /&gt;i'm super super excited!! like, the first time i'm going to europe. (: it's going to be so much fun, although i'm clueless with all the geog stuff so i'll probably be ostracized most of the time, but at least i have ashima who will be ostracized with me, and i'm used to being ostracized so, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;i love love my new bag!! it's black luggage, with smooth wheels, and it's really sleek and chic (: i can't wait to go to the airport with it (: got a lot of new stuffs, like raincoat, travel cooker(which can cook 2 korean instant noodles simultaneously, which is awesome), clipboard.. ok, rather minor stuff, but i like new stuff. they're new&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one thing sad is that i'm not going to korea. wont be seeing my pretty aunt who i haven't seen for 4 years ): sad sad sad. at least i get to go to ireland where i get to drink irish beer? haahhaa if i can even qualify :p which i obviously dont, but there is no harm trying :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see you all in june 5th! but that doesnt mean i'm going to post onthe 5th of june, dragging my fatigued self in front of the computer to motivate myself to punch the keyboards and upload pics for the benefit of you people :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what can i get from amsterdam/dublin/wales??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38576332-7037379864392766465?l=la-petite-fille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-petite-fille.blogspot.com/feeds/7037379864392766465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38576332&amp;postID=7037379864392766465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38576332/posts/default/7037379864392766465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38576332/posts/default/7037379864392766465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-petite-fille.blogspot.com/2008/05/so-much-happened-terrible-english-1.html' title=''/><author><name>kyung tae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38576332.post-2268031519689378863</id><published>2008-05-07T20:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T20:41:05.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;EXAMS,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;YOUR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;TIME IS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OVER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;((((((((((((((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'M LOVIN' IT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry, kt is retarded, as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so.. KT IS HERE TO POST BECAUSE EXAMS ARE OVER. i'm so happy that exams are over. i just couldn't WAIT for that little disgusting annoying things to be out of my life (before another one called 'controle' start creeping to me again). anyway, the end of math marked the end of myas 08. i'm sad to say that it was one of the WORST myas i've ever had in my life. i just didn't do my best. and i couldn't force myself to. why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since i can't do anything about it now, i shall painfully wait for my dreaded results. in agonyyy ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life has been.. painful. the usual. dance is fine, grade 4 now. and friends are cool too, as usual :D such cool cats (: but they have so many things to do can't even go out with me ))))))))))))):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohhh i have a brother (who's name is donut) and a sister (who's name is cupcake)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okayy, i'm gonna post a real excitingg one tomorrow. look out for it! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love, mooncake :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38576332-2268031519689378863?l=la-petite-fille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-petite-fille.blogspot.com/feeds/2268031519689378863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38576332&amp;postID=2268031519689378863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38576332/posts/default/2268031519689378863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38576332/posts/default/2268031519689378863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-petite-fille.blogspot.com/2008/05/exams-your-time-is-over-im-lovin-it.html' title=''/><author><name>kyung tae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38576332.post-1734535974835734403</id><published>2008-04-11T20:52:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T18:55:23.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello you happy people reading my blog!&lt;br /&gt;(it's ok, you can just pretend to be happy if you're not)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, kyung tae feels loved (:&lt;br /&gt;thanks to the people around me :D&lt;br /&gt;i should never ever take them for granted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i started blogging alr, to find that i have nothing to blog about. all the fun will start tomorrow, where i will be having 2 ballet classes (one in the morning, one in the afternoon) and ORA and sisterhood time :D which i'm obviously looking forward to very much (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok since i have nothing to blog about, i shall blog about boring stuffs. so get ready to sit back and yawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, happy international friendship day! i will give all of you a hug when i see you :D&lt;br /&gt;the performances were all by the scholars, not that i have any kind of problem with that. it's just that, how can they only make the scholars perform? i'm not saying this because i'm deprived of a chance to perform (rolls eyes) but why weren't there any non-scholar performances? everybody was equally busy, no? well, for all i know, not a single non-scholar group wanted to perform, although i doubt it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, it was ok i guess for most parts. although half the time i didn't know what was going on. people speaking in chinese, vietnamese and indonesian. I FORGOT INDONESIAN. LIKE THAT. how how how? and by how how how, only fiona will get what i mean (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and we had math which was totally fun. ms sim is so cute! (: and it's a good thing too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during english we read this really hilarious passage about a guy training a girl to meet up to his standards. like, stupid much?! you love the person for who they are, and don't expect them to be qualified for you. why fall in love, then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will never ever do that. i swear. lol, i'm writing a reflection here (x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38576332-1734535974835734403?l=la-petite-fille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-petite-fille.blogspot.com/feeds/1734535974835734403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38576332&amp;postID=1734535974835734403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38576332/posts/default/1734535974835734403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38576332/posts/default/1734535974835734403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-petite-fille.blogspot.com/2008/04/hello-you-happy-people-reading-my-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>kyung tae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38576332.post-2656984164669876532</id><published>2008-04-04T20:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T18:56:12.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sports fest.&lt;br /&gt;well done richard! second place! (again)&lt;br /&gt;first place for cheer! (again)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;technically, i should be happy. or jumping up and down cos richard did really well.&lt;br /&gt;but again, i am not normal. (in fact, somebody who's name i can't remember told me that i'm a very very weird person.) and i can't disagree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very short post. but i can't be bothered.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38576332-2656984164669876532?l=la-petite-fille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-petite-fille.blogspot.com/feeds/2656984164669876532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38576332&amp;postID=2656984164669876532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38576332/posts/default/2656984164669876532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38576332/posts/default/2656984164669876532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-petite-fille.blogspot.com/2008/04/sports-fest.html' title=''/><author><name>kyung tae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38576332.post-5166937367382954994</id><published>2008-03-30T19:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T19:09:31.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PLEASE TAG&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, that's my point i'm trying to make&lt;br /&gt;it hurts see my tagboard untouched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i suck at lit. and it's a fact&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38576332-5166937367382954994?l=la-petite-fille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-petite-fille.blogspot.com/feeds/5166937367382954994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38576332&amp;postID=5166937367382954994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38576332/posts/default/5166937367382954994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38576332/posts/default/5166937367382954994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-petite-fille.blogspot.com/2008/03/please-tag-yeah-thats-my-point-im.html' title=''/><author><name>kyung tae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38576332.post-3349862366254814877</id><published>2008-03-28T20:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T18:56:32.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>thank you Father, for granting my wishes&lt;br /&gt;and taking care of my sister as well :D thank you for all your love and warmth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;osl cambodia 08!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;i am so so so excited i'm gonna try v v hard not to let anyone down and i'm really gonna commit to this (: for the ppl waiting for us in cambodia :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;french today was really really funny and so was RS.&lt;br /&gt;for the first time in a long time, i have a fabulous day (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really really really want to get distinction for ballet exam. for ms chiam's sake, my mum and dad and for myself. i am going to prove that i'm a dancer, no matter how stiff i am ): going for dance tomorrow. can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;need to go out. GO OUT&lt;br /&gt;wish me luck for lit! and french! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38576332-3349862366254814877?l=la-petite-fille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-petite-fille.blogspot.com/feeds/3349862366254814877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38576332&amp;postID=3349862366254814877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38576332/posts/default/3349862366254814877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38576332/posts/default/3349862366254814877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-petite-fille.blogspot.com/2008/03/thank-you-father-for-granting-my-wishes.html' title=''/><author><name>kyung tae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38576332.post-9150069396860676792</id><published>2008-03-16T19:17:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T20:51:05.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>step up 2 was fab. i prefer the first one but the dance steps were amazing and fiona needs to quit going "oh my gosh" when they kiss (x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out with fiona and donoven before the movie. lol arcade was fun. but fiona has this thing for not including me during the car races. fiona dearie, i know you want to race with donny but can you pleeeeeeease wait for me to finish putting in the darn coins into the machine? thank you very much (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha fiona is rather lousy at car racing, or maybe guys are generally good at it. i have no idea. fiona the 2nd, donoven the 1st. i raced solo. boohoo &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH AND SATURDAY'S BALLET WAS ABSOLUTELY AMAZING. OH MS CHIAM THE FROGGY! she had really thick green, frog makeup. i think she really really liked Froggy the Ballerina. we even cut up fiona's old lacey skirt for its tutu! i think it was really adorable (: ms chiam called it "creative" (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i, being the anticlimax one, forgot to bring the card i wrote for her ): when ms chiam was talking, we were camwhoring. like seriously camwhoring. in class. with ms chiam (x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PICTURES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9m2X7uaNou0/R90Hs9JtVUI/AAAAAAAAAGs/oNH6Vzsn1c8/s1600-h/DSC01564.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178303615456859458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9m2X7uaNou0/R90Hs9JtVUI/AAAAAAAAAGs/oNH6Vzsn1c8/s320/DSC01564.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9m2X7uaNou0/R90Hm9JtVTI/AAAAAAAAAGk/01FLNszq4R4/s1600-h/DSC01548.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178303512377644338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9m2X7uaNou0/R90Hm9JtVTI/AAAAAAAAAGk/01FLNszq4R4/s320/DSC01548.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9m2X7uaNou0/R90HddJtVSI/AAAAAAAAAGc/QdVAs-FZ_CA/s1600-h/DSC01561.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178303349168887074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9m2X7uaNou0/R90HddJtVSI/AAAAAAAAAGc/QdVAs-FZ_CA/s320/DSC01561.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9m2X7uaNou0/R90HX9JtVRI/AAAAAAAAAGU/FeBBf289CR0/s1600-h/DSC01545.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178303254679606546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9m2X7uaNou0/R90HX9JtVRI/AAAAAAAAAGU/FeBBf289CR0/s320/DSC01545.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9m2X7uaNou0/R90HNNJtVQI/AAAAAAAAAGM/gNWXQHojNpI/s1600-h/DSC01540.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178303069996012802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9m2X7uaNou0/R90HNNJtVQI/AAAAAAAAAGM/gNWXQHojNpI/s320/DSC01540.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9m2X7uaNou0/R90HHdJtVPI/AAAAAAAAAGE/SLHTktZH1QU/s1600-h/DSC01535.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178302971211764978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9m2X7uaNou0/R90HHdJtVPI/AAAAAAAAAGE/SLHTktZH1QU/s320/DSC01535.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9m2X7uaNou0/R90HBNJtVOI/AAAAAAAAAF8/af7ZPnenE7w/s1600-h/DSC01532.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178302863837582562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9m2X7uaNou0/R90HBNJtVOI/AAAAAAAAAF8/af7ZPnenE7w/s320/DSC01532.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9m2X7uaNou0/R90G8tJtVNI/AAAAAAAAAF0/-CFUxSEASSU/s1600-h/DSC01533.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178302786528171218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9m2X7uaNou0/R90G8tJtVNI/AAAAAAAAAF0/-CFUxSEASSU/s320/DSC01533.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9m2X7uaNou0/R90G2tJtVMI/AAAAAAAAAFs/NcABw-pMkPQ/s1600-h/DSC01530.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178302683448956098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9m2X7uaNou0/R90G2tJtVMI/AAAAAAAAAFs/NcABw-pMkPQ/s320/DSC01530.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9m2X7uaNou0/R90GvdJtVLI/AAAAAAAAAFk/4bsCGpoB42U/s1600-h/DSC01528.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178302558894904498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9m2X7uaNou0/R90GvdJtVLI/AAAAAAAAAFk/4bsCGpoB42U/s320/DSC01528.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9m2X7uaNou0/R90GOtJtVKI/AAAAAAAAAFc/8TIDjkZiVXo/s1600-h/DSC01530.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MS CHIAM OUR LOVELY DANCE TEACHER! HOLDING FROGGY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/38576332-9150069396860676792?l=la-petite-fille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-petite-fille.blogspot.com/feeds/9150069396860676792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38576332&amp;postID=9150069396860676792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38576332/posts/default/9150069396860676792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38576332/posts/default/9150069396860676792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-petite-fille.blogspot.com/2008/03/step-up-2-was-fab.html' title=''/><author><name>kyung tae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9m2X7uaNou0/R90Hs9JtVUI/AAAAAAAAAGs/oNH6Vzsn1c8/s72-c/DSC01564.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38576332.post-3921509553761125823</id><published>2008-03-12T21:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T20:51:37.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went out with fiona on tues :D&lt;br /&gt;gosh we are never gonna meet in that plaza sing again. AND FIONA ONG DON'T YOU EVER WEAR HEELS OK! UNTIL I GET NEW HEELS TOO :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched the eye. ok, more like half-watched the eye. same for fiona too. she refuses to watch i tell you! and if i don't watch it, it wil be so wasted. so i was the one being the brave one and watching all the gory details which were not pleasant. but i must say that jessica alba is really gorgeous and that i'm having nightmares and i refuse to take the life anymore unless it's really urgent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before that, we ate at macs, waited for donoven's msgs and laughed a lot. hahaha fiona was always a split-second slow so i always so the msg first :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fiona, i am really proud of you :D and i love you lots lots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bring eyeliner on sat! cya!! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38576332-3921509553761125823?l=la-petite-fille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-petite-fille.blogspot.com/feeds/3921509553761125823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38576332&amp;postID=3921509553761125823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38576332/posts/default/3921509553761125823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38576332/posts/default/3921509553761125823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-petite-fille.blogspot.com/2008/03/went-out-with-fiona-on-tues-d-gosh-we.html' title=''/><author><name>kyung tae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38576332.post-3370890264719834588</id><published>2008-03-09T19:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T19:46:21.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>osl cambodia selection camp 2008 was fun fun fun!&lt;br /&gt;although it was super tiring and everything, i'm so so glad i participated in it and i really really hope i get in too!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh hols are here!!&lt;br /&gt;fiona can we go out on tues? :D&lt;br /&gt;i need to eat pasta!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing interesting yet,&lt;br /&gt;so more blogthings for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are a Little Messy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/areyoumessyquiz/messy-2.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You aren't the cleanest person in the world, but you're definitely not a slob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You clean up when you have the time, but you're realistic about what you can get done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Generally, you're pretty organized and tidy - though you may have a few hidden messes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You eventually get around to making things spotless, but you do it on your own schedule!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/areyoumessyquiz/"&gt;Are You Messy?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's a serious understatement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your True Love Will Find You Eventually&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/willyourtruelovefindyouquiz/love-2.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You definitely put yourself out there a little - but you could be doing more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're truly looking for love, try doing more things and meeting more people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to actively look for love, you just need to stay active.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be out there a little more, and the right person will find you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/willyourtruelovefindyouquiz/"&gt;Will Your True Love Find You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yayy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Artemis!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatgoddessareyouquiz/artemis.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brave, and a natural born leader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're willing to fight for what you believe in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And willing to make tough decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget - the people around you have ideas too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatgoddessareyouquiz/"&gt;What Goddess Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;333 artemis :D before this i got aphrodite but the pic wasn't nice so i changed one answer but artemis' picture is no better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Should Learn Swedish&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatlanguageshouldyoulearnquiz/swedish.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fantastisk! You're laid back about learning a language - and about life in general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peaceful, beautiful Sweden is ideal for you... And you won't even have to speak perfect Swedish to get around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatlanguageshouldyoulearnquiz/"&gt;What Language Should You Learn?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like sveedeesh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beaded Cocktail Dress&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatsyourpromstylequiz/cocktail-dress.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple and sophisticated, this glam look is perfect for your high fashion style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatsyourpromstylequiz/"&gt;What's Your Prom Style?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh so pretty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are a Frappacino&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatkindofcoffeeareyouquiz/frappacino.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At your best, you are: fun loving, sweet, and modern&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At your worst, you are: childish and over indulgent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You drink coffee when: you're craving something sweet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your caffeine addiction level: low&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatkindofcoffeeareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Coffee Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm getting my caramel macchiato tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are a Down to Earth Doll&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/areyouavaingirlquiz/down-to-earth-doll.png" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're good looking and you realize that looks matter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you also know that it's your inside that really shines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You do your best to look like an A-lister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you devote most of your time to being a well rounded hottie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/areyouavaingirlquiz/"&gt;Are You a Vain Girl?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Would Do Most Things For Love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/wouldyoudoanythingforlovequiz/love-2.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are willing to go pretty far for love - but not far enough to compromise your core values.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is a priority for you, and you'll go further than most people to hold on to someone you love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But killing for love? Or even taking a bullet? Probably out of the question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what, you love yourself the most!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/wouldyoudoanythingforlovequiz/"&gt;Would You Do Anything For Love?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sighh, i'm a huge coward&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait to go out :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38576332-3370890264719834588?l=la-petite-fille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-petite-fille.blogspot.com/feeds/3370890264719834588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38576332&amp;postID=3370890264719834588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38576332/posts/default/3370890264719834588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38576332/posts/default/3370890264719834588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-petite-fille.blogspot.com/2008/03/osl-cambodia-selection-camp-2008-was.html' title=''/><author><name>kyung tae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38576332.post-1998530648614212950</id><published>2008-02-23T15:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T15:33:56.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have been quite diligent in blogging these days :D&lt;br /&gt;coz my posts are blogthings!. again!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Follow Your Heart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/doyoufollowyourheadoryourheartquiz/heart.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're romantic, sentimental, and emotional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to fall in (and out of) love very quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some may call you fickle, but you can't help where your emotions take you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've definitely broken a few hearts, but you're not a heartbreaker by nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your intentions are always good, even if they change with the wind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/doyoufollowyourheadoryourheartquiz/"&gt;Do You Follow Your Head or Your Heart?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yayy i'm intuitive :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Inner Child Is Happy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/howisyourinnerchildquiz/happy.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see life as simple, and simple is a very good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're cheerful and upbeat, taking everything as it comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you decide not to worry, even when things look bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You figure there's just so many great things to look forward to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howisyourinnerchildquiz/"&gt;How Is Your Inner Child?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are all children at heart :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Probably Look Younger Than Your Age&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/doyoulookyouragequiz/younger.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You live a healthy lifestyle and know how to take care of yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll probably have a youthful glow for many years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/doyoulookyouragequiz/"&gt;Do You Look Your Age?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is this a good thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are a Dash&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatpunctuationmarkareyouquiz/dash.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your life is fast paced and varied. You are realistic, down to earth, and very honest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're often busy doing something interesting, and what you do changes quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have many facets to your personality, and you connect them together well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a ton of interests. While some of them are a bit offbeat, they all tie together well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You friends rely on you to bring novelty and excitement to their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(And while you're the most interesting person they know, they can't help feeling like they don't know you well.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You excel in: Anything to do with money&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get along best with: the Exclamation Point&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatpunctuationmarkareyouquiz/"&gt;What Punctuation Mark Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is COOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Pride Quotient: 71%&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/howmuchpridedoyouhavequiz/pride-4.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're beyond proud - you think you're honorary royalty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while you may be nice on occasion, it's usually just to get what you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howmuchpridedoyouhavequiz/"&gt;How Much Pride Do You Have?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahaha being pride has its fun too!! X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are 60% Bitchy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/howbitchyareyouquiz/bitchy-3.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Generally, you're an average woman, with average moods. But sometimes... well, watch out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, you let your mean side get the better of you. And you enjoy every minute of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howbitchyareyouquiz/"&gt;How Bitchy Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;scary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Exotic Dancer Name Is...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/exoticdancernamegenerator/dancer.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Porsche&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/exoticdancernamegenerator/"&gt;Exotic Dancer Name Generator&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;po(r)s(c)h(e) much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are 60% Girly&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/howgirlyareyouquiz/girly-3.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a little girly, a little boyish, and probably a whole lot indie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have your own unique style, and it pretty much defies gender lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howgirlyareyouquiz/"&gt;How Girly Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are a Normal Girl&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/areyouagoodgirlorabadgirlquiz/normal-girl.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are 50% Good and 50% Bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure you've pulled some bad girl stunts in your past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But these days, you're (mostly) a good girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouagoodgirlorabadgirlquiz/"&gt;Are You a Good Girl or a Bad Girl?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha normal is good i guess :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38576332-1998530648614212950?l=la-petite-fille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-petite-fille.blogspot.com/feeds/1998530648614212950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38576332&amp;postID=1998530648614212950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38576332/posts/default/1998530648614212950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38576332/posts/default/1998530648614212950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-petite-fille.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-have-been-quite-diligent-in-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>kyung tae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38576332.post-4037563668236873135</id><published>2008-02-21T19:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T19:20:41.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blogthings again</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Fashion Style is Girly&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatkindoffashionablewomanareyouquiz/girly.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You dress to look beautiful and show off what you've got&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dresses, skirts, heels... whatever it takes to turn heads&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love feeling like a girl in any setting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even your workout clothes are cute and feminine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindoffashionablewomanareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Fashionable Woman Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yayyyy i'm a girly &lt;strike&gt;man&lt;/strike&gt; girl!! (x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are A Mint Chocolate Chip Ice Cream Girl&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatflavoricecreamgirlareyouquiz/mint-chocolate-chip.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creative. Expressive. Unique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatflavoricecreamgirlareyouquiz/"&gt;What Flavor Ice Cream Girl Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;bold&gt;love&lt;/bold&gt; mint chocolate chip!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are a Fun Girl!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/areyouapartygirlquiz/fun-girl.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are all about having fun - and you don't need to drink to have a good time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, you've thrown back more than a few every so often&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But getting totally stupid and wasted is not your style&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the life of the party, by keeping everyone laughing and smiling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouapartygirlquiz/"&gt;Are You a Party Girl?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everybodayyyeee partaayyeeee with meaayyyyyee :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are a Drama Queen (or King)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/areyouadramaqueenquiz/drama.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the oscar goes to... you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're all about overreacting and just plain acting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see the world as your stage, and give a great performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while you're friends may find you entertaining at times...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's secretly hoping that you'll just chill a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(But they'd never tell you - they fear your wrath!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouadramaqueenquiz/"&gt;Are You a Drama Queen (or King)?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is a reason why i'm in ld :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are a Coy Flirt!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatkindofflirtygirlareyouquiz/coy-flirt.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're not so much a flirt as the type of girl who draws flirts in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While you look like you're just relaxing, secretly you've got your game on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little look here, a little wink there... you give men the encouragement they crave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in return, they flirt up a storm with you - while you just sit and smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofflirtygirlareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Flirty Girl Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahahahahahah :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38576332-4037563668236873135?l=la-petite-fille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-petite-fille.blogspot.com/feeds/4037563668236873135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38576332&amp;postID=4037563668236873135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38576332/posts/default/4037563668236873135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38576332/posts/default/4037563668236873135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-petite-fille.blogspot.com/2008/02/blogthings-again.html' title='blogthings again'/><author><name>kyung tae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38576332.post-1922524555574334048</id><published>2008-02-17T19:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T19:33:56.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>blogthings is fab :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are 52% Emo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/areyouemoquiz/emo-3.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're not emo, but you're plenty thoughtful, unique, and even a little angsty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouemoquiz/"&gt;Are You Emo?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i AM emo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Were Nice This Year&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/wereyouanaughtygirlornicegirlthisyearquiz/nice.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Were 35% Naughty, 65% Nice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so you weren't *entirely* nice this year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Santa doesn't expect a modern girl to be perfect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were good enough - and you'll be rewarded for it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/wereyouanaughtygirlornicegirlthisyearquiz/"&gt;Were You a Naughty Girl or Nice Girl this Year?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol. see? i am nice k? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Wrath Quotient: 52%&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/howmuchwrathdoyouhavequiz/wrath-3.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouch! You've got a bit of a temper going on there, don't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just make sure to keep your revenge fantasies just that... fantasies only!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howmuchwrathdoyouhavequiz/"&gt;How Much Wrath Do You Have?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are 62% Vain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/howvainareyouquiz/vain-4.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a little vain, but you also work hard for your good looks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just remember, everyone knows you are a total hottie. You don't have to remind them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howvainareyouquiz/"&gt;How Vain Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaahaahah :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Heart Is Red&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatcolorheartdoyouhavequiz/red.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a passionate lover - you always have a huge fire in your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad it's hard for you to be passionate about just one person!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your flirting style: Outgoing and sexy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your lucky first date: Drinks and dancing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your dream lover: Is both stable and intense&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you bring to relationships: Honesty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatcolorheartdoyouhavequiz/"&gt;What Color Heart Do You Have?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, i freak myself out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Scent is Key Lime&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatsyourgirlsmellquiz/key-lime.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sassy, real, and totally smooth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a total flirt who's always ready for a challenge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourgirlsmellquiz/"&gt;What's Your Girl Smell?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cool!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Depression Level: 72%&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/areyoudepressedquiz/depressed-4.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You seem to have moderate depression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your symptoms are bad enough that they're effecting your everyday life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would benefit greatly from professional help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyoudepressedquiz/"&gt;Are You Depressed?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this explains my exceptional emoing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Very Sexy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/areyousexyquiz/sexy-3.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn! You are one hot number. You have a lot of sex appeal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you're sexy, and you're not afraid to put it all out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while you're very appealing, you're careful not to be trashy or over the top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexy is all about attitude. And you totally have the attitude that people love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How You Are Sexy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You feel gorgeous, and you always try to look your best. You make the best of what you've got. Totally sexy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are open to all sorts of experiences, and you have a taste for the exotic. Your adventurous spirit is very sexy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are secure in social situations, and you definitely have a confident vibe. And that's very sexy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You keep your body fit and healthy, and that's hot. Plus, sweating is also sexy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyousexyquiz/"&gt;Are You Sexy?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL WHAT THE PONG!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Social Anxiety Level: 68%&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/areyousociallyanxiousquiz/social-4.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have high social anxiety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a pretty serious social phobia, and it effects your life more than you may realize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's possible that you've made yourself comfortable by avoiding situations you dread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But don't be fooled - you still probably need professional help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyousociallyanxiousquiz/"&gt;Are You Socially Anxious?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sighh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Guys Like That You're Charming&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatdoguyslikeaboutyouquiz/you-are-charming.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the girl most guys can't get out of their heads&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if they met you on a bad hair day :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just seem to "click" with everyone you meet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So even if a guy forgets about you for a second... his friends haven't!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoguyslikeaboutyouquiz/"&gt;What Do Guys Like About You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAYYYY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You are a Great Girlfriend&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/areyouagoodgirlfriendquiz/great-girlfriend.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to your guy, you're very thoughtful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you also haven't stopped thinking of yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the perfect blend of independent and caring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a total catch - make sure your guy knows it too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouagoodgirlfriendquiz/"&gt;Are You a Good Girlfriend?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA I don't have a one but it's still good to hear :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are 36% Lady&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/areyoualadyquiz/lady-2.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to make up your rules of etiquette, throwing all conventions aside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while you try to be a lady (sometimes), your behavior is often quite shocking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyoualadyquiz/"&gt;Are You A Lady?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;): kinda expected anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Lucky Underwear is Blue&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatcolorisyourluckyunderwearquiz/blue.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are caring and extroverted. You've made relationships your number one focus, and your lucky blue underwear can bring some balance to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You thrive in one-on-one situations. You are a good listener and a natural born therapist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you let the concerns of others become too important in your life, leading to stress and worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want more balance, put on your blue underpants. They'll help you take care of yourself first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatcolorisyourluckyunderwearquiz/"&gt;What Color Is Your Lucky Underwear?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NOW YOU KNOW WHAT TO GET ME FOR MY BIRTHDAY X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Envy Quotient: 75%&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/howmuchenvydoyouhavequiz/envy-4.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are quite the jealous person, even if you don't know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the true bummer is: you're too envious to really appreciate what you have going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just remember, no one has the perfect life. So love the one you have!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howmuchenvydoyouhavequiz/"&gt;How Much Envy Do You Have?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha, i really really love blogthings!! now all my posts will come from blogthings :D most of them anyway&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38576332-1922524555574334048?l=la-petite-fille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-petite-fille.blogspot.com/feeds/1922524555574334048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38576332&amp;postID=1922524555574334048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38576332/posts/default/1922524555574334048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38576332/posts/default/1922524555574334048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-petite-fille.blogspot.com/2008/02/blogthings-is-fab-d-you-are-52-emo.html' title=''/><author><name>kyung tae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38576332.post-602506741415930933</id><published>2008-02-15T21:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T21:59:11.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cruel world</title><content type='html'>ZOMG NEXT WEEK IS E LEARNING&lt;br /&gt;WHICH MEANS I CAN GO OUT WITH MAANS AFTER SCHOOL AND WATCH A MOVIE&lt;br /&gt;AND THEN GO J8 WITH MAANS ANNI AND LESTER AND WE CAN ALL GO FOR RJDRAMAFESTE WHICH I HARDLY CAN WAIT :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life has been quite ok i guess. marco luly workshop was fun :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok let me tell you about my chinese new year :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thursday,&lt;br /&gt;had barbeque at sj's condo with everybody! (ok, i mean, the korean families :D) was really lotsa fun. i ate truckloads of food and then we went up to the condo to sj's house, and we watched korean shows. fun fun!! except for the fact that sj fell asleep when the clock hit 11 pm. -,-&lt;br /&gt;reached home at 1 am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday,&lt;br /&gt;seafood at ah yat seafood centre or something. :DDDDDDDDDDDDD ate lobster, king crab, and what not. coz ys did a hole in one. he did a HOLE IN ONE. ok, for those who don't know, it is when you play golf, you hit the ball once, and it somehow miraculously end up in the hole in one shot. so it's called hole in one. it does not happen frequently. but he did it. like, he's 18. and he did a hole in one. so we had dinner together, again, with the same crowd from the day before. the total amt of the ten ppl's dinner was $770++ like ZOMGGGGG but it was niceeeeee :DDDDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday,&lt;br /&gt;dance!!!!! for 3 hours. super damn tiring. and i went for violin. even more tiring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday,&lt;br /&gt;chinese, dance (super funny!!! i love ms chiam), then violin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realised that my life is boring. pretty much anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, that's about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WARNING: please do not read the next part if you are feeling very high. it will spoil your mood and i don't want that to happen. on the other hand, it can be a source of comfort if you feel rathers shitty today because you think you are a loser for many reasons. and one of them could be the absence of meritocracy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i'm never going to be good enough for you. &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;back to what i was going to say. yes. meritocracy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;hmm, i really don't think meritoracy exist, what with the intelligent human mind. well, it doesn't exist in rgs for sure. i mean, come on. people get their desires not through their talents, but their connections, impressions and what not. and some people, have EVERYTHING. and they don't give others a chance. others, who will kill for something they just get without much difficulty, like they are picking up a socks on the floor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;you may disagree with me. coz this is coming from a person who's experienced all the pain of not being able to get a quarter of the things i wanted in this school. or maybe i'm just so unsatisfied all the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;but you might want to think about those who want what you have, but couldn't because they didn't have the connections that you did, or the first impression you tend to give to others. because the world doesn't revolve around you. and God does not belong to you alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;psl, cheerleader, they used to be dreams. now, they are just memories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;woah, i can be emo. (x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;have you ever had a best friend, who you thought was your best friend, but was not your best friend because she didn't like you in the first place?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i was so stupid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;why did i live my life that way, my precious year, believing that you liked me as a "best" friend? why couldn't i realise the false truth? because i never was your friend in the first place, it was what i just liked to believe to be true. but it became clear ever since we became sec 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;do you even have the slightest idea of my feelings? you wouldn't know, coz you don't care in the first place. i mean, why would you need to care about me when you have nice people around you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;you hardly ever glance in my direction. and all you try to do, is eliminate me out of your oh-so-wonderful life. you wouldn't even care if i get run down by a car, or get eaten up by cannibals. no matter how brutally i may die. you would probably continue talking to your friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;and i'm not even going to try. why should i?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;people say i look like a psl, a cheerleader. and i'm neither. but why does it even matter to me anyway? why do i even get bothered by it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i really can be emo (x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can learn from staring at blank pages. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;i wish i could have somebody cry for me when i die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38576332-602506741415930933?l=la-petite-fille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-petite-fille.blogspot.com/feeds/602506741415930933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38576332&amp;postID=602506741415930933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38576332/posts/default/602506741415930933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38576332/posts/default/602506741415930933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-petite-fille.blogspot.com/2008/02/cruel-world.html' title='cruel world'/><author><name>kyung tae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38576332.post-6596136590493212242</id><published>2008-01-26T15:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T15:32:51.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i did not blog for 3 weeks!! maybe i should close down this stupid blog which nobody reads anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, quiz from natasha's blog&lt;br /&gt;How tall are you barefoot?&lt;br /&gt;-taller than you if you are below 158 :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever smoked?&lt;br /&gt;-nope, and don't even want to try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you own a gun?&lt;br /&gt;-no, but i dont mind having one so that when i feel like using it, i will use it. not on you though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you hate someone right now?&lt;br /&gt;-yeah, myself and some people who piss me off. i shouldn't be so mean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you get nervous?&lt;br /&gt;- many times. for no good reason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think of hotdogs?&lt;br /&gt;- quite good, i like the ikea one :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your favorite Christmas song?&lt;br /&gt;- the one by mariah carey that goes "all i want for christmas is you" OH WAIT i think that's the title. haahha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you prefer to drink in the morning?&lt;br /&gt;-cold cold drinks so i can wake up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you do push ups?&lt;br /&gt;-yup. but not when i am in obs and your knees are digging into the floor that is super pokey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your favorite piece of jewellery?&lt;br /&gt;-my adidas earring and my necklace which has a big K&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like painkillers?&lt;br /&gt;- more like, joykillers, yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your secret weapon to lure the opposite sex?&lt;br /&gt;-hahahaha bad breath! kidding. i don't need one to lure a guy (x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you own a knife?&lt;br /&gt;-yup. loads of them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have H.I.V?&lt;br /&gt;-NOOOOOOOOOOO. gosh who made this quiz?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name?&lt;br /&gt;- kyung tae&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name 3 things u wanna do at this exact moment.&lt;br /&gt;- read a book, put eyeliner, sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name the last 3 things you have bought lately.&lt;br /&gt;-long john silver's fish meal no.1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name 3 drinks you regularly drink.&lt;br /&gt;- water, water and more water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What time did you wake up today?&lt;br /&gt;-6.25&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current worry?&lt;br /&gt;-that my batchmates are going to murder me IF i join gym&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current hate?&lt;br /&gt;- me, who is being a complete useless piece of ass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite place to be?&lt;br /&gt;-anywhere where there is justice and equality and some good news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Least favorite place to be?&lt;br /&gt;-where all the people are stuck up and irritating and thinks only of themselves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where would you like to go?&lt;br /&gt;-forks, and meet bella swan and edward cullen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you own slippers?&lt;br /&gt;-yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What shirt are you wearing?&lt;br /&gt;- my stinky richard runway shirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite color(s)?&lt;br /&gt;-purple, violet, lavender :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you like to be a pirate?&lt;br /&gt;-nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time you had an alcoholic drink?&lt;br /&gt;-sparkling juice during new year (x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What songs do you sing in the shower?&lt;br /&gt;-lee soo young's songs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did you fear was going to get you at night as a child?&lt;br /&gt;-a monster from under my bed!/death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's in your pocket/s right now?&lt;br /&gt;-fbts don't have pockets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last thing that made you laugh?&lt;br /&gt;-charlene complaining to me about the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last thing that made you cry?&lt;br /&gt;-not getting in for psb/richard cheer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is your loudest friend?&lt;br /&gt;-no idea. all of them are loud, but i don't even know who my friends are now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is your most silent friend?&lt;br /&gt;-my teddy bear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last movie watched?&lt;br /&gt;- new york minute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite book?&lt;br /&gt;-twilight, new moon, eclipse, a series of unfortunate events (darn cute!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What song do/did you want played at your wedding?&lt;br /&gt;-i don't want to get married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What were you doing 12 AM last night?&lt;br /&gt;-reading&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the first thing you did today?&lt;br /&gt;-got out of bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the last thing you did the day before yesterday?&lt;br /&gt;-closed my eyes to sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i keep believing that there will be something good happening but there really isn't any. things keep getting worse. other then getting in for gym, which put me in a serious dilemma, my life is screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to move to alaska, have a fresh start in life again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38576332-6596136590493212242?l=la-petite-fille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-petite-fille.blogspot.com/feeds/6596136590493212242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38576332&amp;postID=6596136590493212242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38576332/posts/default/6596136590493212242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38576332/posts/default/6596136590493212242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-petite-fille.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-did-not-blog-for-3-weeks-maybe-i.html' title=''/><author><name>kyung tae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38576332.post-7624217108639712602</id><published>2008-01-05T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T23:22:15.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;house orientation today!!&lt;br /&gt;fun i guess, except for the being really tired part and the sec ones who refuses to cheer louder than me+larry+likhee+nandita+joey+sheryl+luxna. mariel's sister is really funny, so sad she had to wear mariel's pe shirt+shorts cos she ran out of hers. she and her friends were running away from me mariel and larry and we kept chasing. in the end, we all ended up behind mariel's sister (sarah)'s back cos i lost to her friend in a game of scissors paper stone. but our line won anyway.&lt;br /&gt;rushed home for chinese. going to be finishing higher chinese p2a soon. there are so many words to memorise. and i just found out that my chinese teacher is way over 50. and her daughter is p5. but she wears jeans so i thought she was about 45. &lt;strike&gt;because my grandma thinks jeans are for young people only&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;then slept for 3 hours. changed for dance, went for dance in the pouring rain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;DANCE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;oh brother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;warm up was okay, but we did splits which i seriously need to practise. i can't even stay still with my right leg in front!!! this shows how my laziness deteriorated my splits. and we did developpees. ms chiam was kind of strict. understatement of the millenium. then we moved on to pas de chat. using the music made for men. -,-;;; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;my hair was being unsurprisingly and exceptionally stubborn today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i keep wondering where the justice in this world is. does it even exist in the first place?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;the only thing i'm looking for right now is my birthday. my stupid, melancholic birthday which nobody even remembers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;psychopath,.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38576332-7624217108639712602?l=la-petite-fille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38576332.post-5608281094575866543</id><published>2007-12-14T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T21:45:58.002+08:00</updated><title type='text'>korea</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9m2X7uaNou0/R2KCsIwcbaI/AAAAAAAAADs/2l-CEpHw7_M/s1600-h/IMGP1801.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143817419187056034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9m2X7uaNou0/R2KCsIwcbaI/AAAAAAAAADs/2l-CEpHw7_M/s320/IMGP1801.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9m2X7uaNou0/R2KCsIwcbaI/AAAAAAAAADs/2l-CEpHw7_M/s1600-h/IMGP1801.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9m2X7uaNou0/R2KCsIwcbaI/AAAAAAAAADs/2l-CEpHw7_M/s1600-h/IMGP1801.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9m2X7uaNou0/R2KDA4wcbcI/AAAAAAAAAD8/5fjGmUjZLiY/s1600-h/IMGP1899.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143817775669341634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9m2X7uaNou0/R2KDA4wcbcI/AAAAAAAAAD8/5fjGmUjZLiY/s320/IMGP1899.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going off to jeju!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9m2X7uaNou0/R2KDaIwcbeI/AAAAAAAAAEM/rbu96ik-21g/s1600-h/IMGP1907.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143818209461038562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9m2X7uaNou0/R2KDaIwcbeI/AAAAAAAAAEM/rbu96ik-21g/s320/IMGP1907.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the very amazing condo (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9m2X7uaNou0/R2KDk4wcbfI/AAAAAAAAAEU/gaPIFWRrtV0/s1600-h/IMGP1908.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143818394144632306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9m2X7uaNou0/R2KDk4wcbfI/AAAAAAAAAEU/gaPIFWRrtV0/s320/IMGP1908.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; me and chaerin cousin!!! she's so darn cute and chubby (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9m2X7uaNou0/R2KDN4wcbdI/AAAAAAAAAEE/FxveypSZkZk/s1600-h/IMGP1904.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143817999007641042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9m2X7uaNou0/R2KDN4wcbdI/AAAAAAAAAEE/FxveypSZkZk/s320/IMGP1904.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;from the left, aunt hyungmi (my aunt's friend), me, mummy, aunt seonghee (mummy's sister), and chaerin!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9m2X7uaNou0/R2KD4IwcbgI/AAAAAAAAAEc/UaRziXB5kss/s1600-h/IMGP1945.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143818724857114114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9m2X7uaNou0/R2KD4IwcbgI/AAAAAAAAAEc/UaRziXB5kss/s320/IMGP1945.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aunt hyungmi and me!! gosh she's the coolest 40-year-old in the whole wide world. she looks sickly coz she has this terminal disease that weakens the immune system )))): but she is v v nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9m2X7uaNou0/R2KEC4wcbhI/AAAAAAAAAEk/nc58Z2uyGxc/s1600-h/IMGP1944.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143818909540707858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9m2X7uaNou0/R2KEC4wcbhI/AAAAAAAAAEk/nc58Z2uyGxc/s320/IMGP1944.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bye bye jeju!! from the left, my grandpa, me, aunt seonghee and chaerin, mummy, aunt kyunghee (mummy's sister), hyunwoo (cousin!), minji unni (fav cousin!!!), and her dad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was bored on the way back...&lt;br /&gt;so..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9m2X7uaNou0/R2KEQYwcbiI/AAAAAAAAAEs/buQuyCbMwDk/s1600-h/IMGP1951.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143819141468941858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9m2X7uaNou0/R2KEQYwcbiI/AAAAAAAAAEs/buQuyCbMwDk/s320/IMGP1951.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a very ordinary sign you see in a plane but this can be changed into something like this. (see below)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9m2X7uaNou0/R2KEdYwcbjI/AAAAAAAAAE0/lLS6u2naOhc/s1600-h/IMGP1952.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143819364807241266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9m2X7uaNou0/R2KEdYwcbjI/AAAAAAAAAE0/lLS6u2naOhc/s320/IMGP1952.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;must be quite, interesting (boring??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9m2X7uaNou0/R2KEj4wcbkI/AAAAAAAAAE8/AjkG2svRWFI/s1600-h/IMGP1953.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143819476476390978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9m2X7uaNou0/R2KEj4wcbkI/AAAAAAAAAE8/AjkG2svRWFI/s320/IMGP1953.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like duhhhhhhh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9m2X7uaNou0/R2KGdowcbmI/AAAAAAAAAFM/squm-1CJyNM/s1600-h/DSC01475.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143821568125464162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9m2X7uaNou0/R2KGdowcbmI/AAAAAAAAAFM/squm-1CJyNM/s320/DSC01475.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;minji unni (jiejie) and me. my fav cousin. jc 1. i love her lots. (:&lt;br /&gt;and for a surprise...!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is what you get.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9m2X7uaNou0/R2KGYYwcblI/AAAAAAAAAFE/iV3rR82UXpc/s1600-h/DSC01467.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143821477931150930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9m2X7uaNou0/R2KGYYwcblI/AAAAAAAAAFE/iV3rR82UXpc/s320/DSC01467.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me (oi it is me ok and don't laugh)&lt;/strong&gt; when i was like, 3??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i love korea &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38576332-5608281094575866543?l=la-petite-fille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-petite-fille.blogspot.com/feeds/5608281094575866543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38576332&amp;postID=5608281094575866543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38576332/posts/default/5608281094575866543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38576332/posts/default/5608281094575866543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-petite-fille.blogspot.com/2007/12/korea.html' title='korea'/><author><name>kyung tae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9m2X7uaNou0/R2KCsIwcbaI/AAAAAAAAADs/2l-CEpHw7_M/s72-c/IMGP1801.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38576332.post-1344895566799643722</id><published>2007-11-28T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T23:19:37.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>updates!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday:&lt;br /&gt;ballet. ouchh. painful painful very very painful.&lt;br /&gt;esp that stupid developpee devant and grand battement devant and a la seconde!!&lt;br /&gt;after ballet, went to centrepoint with &lt;strong&gt;fiona&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ate at delifrance (: &lt;strong&gt;fiona&lt;/strong&gt; ate this disgusting plain pasta while i ate beef lasagne (((((((((((((:&lt;br /&gt;walked around centrepoint with &lt;strong&gt;fiona&lt;/strong&gt; (this girl is insane, seriously. there is a reason why i bold her name)&lt;br /&gt;then went to heeren where we took NEOS!!!!! &lt;strong&gt;fiona&lt;/strong&gt;  is fab at decorating neos. seriously, a lot of experience that girl (x&lt;br /&gt;popped by at orange julius to get drinks, then went to cineileisure where we just walked one big round without doing anything much except drink our drinks and point at random ppl and laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuesday:&lt;br /&gt;had lunch together with &lt;strong&gt;fiona&lt;/strong&gt; at macs. ate mcspicy while &lt;strong&gt;fiona&lt;/strong&gt; ate nuggets with me explaining her that nuggets are made of chicken inerts. freaked her out like shit.&lt;br /&gt;more ballet(3 hours, in fact) 3, torturous, hellish hours. OMG we did that stupid russian character dance. i am hopeless at it. and i freaking forgot to bring my character shoes i.e. pissed off ms chiam (x and oh my freak &lt;strong&gt;grand battement derierre as if ytd's grand battements weren't enough right.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and pas de chat???!!!! like what the?? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;pas de chat, stretch and bend, pas de chat, stretch and bend, pas de chat, changement, stretch and bend... lalalalalalalalala&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rushed to jurong east for cip. goshhh super damn tiring can?&lt;br /&gt;came home. died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today (wednesday):&lt;br /&gt;WENT OUT WITH MY GIRL &lt;strong&gt;fiona! &lt;/strong&gt;went all the way to jurong east for fuji ice palace and that place stupidly close for us?? but went to watch enchanted in the end. nice nice movie!!!! giselle is so pretty!! and princess-like!! prince charming has a brain that is the size of a pea.&lt;br /&gt;tll without mich kwek. last lesson. wasn't sad at all. don't call me weird. coz i'm not. i like short sentences. hi there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fiona is &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;crazy. and so is ballet.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and i'm living in a place &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;where there is no happily ever after.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;where it just isn't fair&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;where things are not magical.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38576332-1344895566799643722?l=la-petite-fille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-petite-fille.blogspot.com/feeds/1344895566799643722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38576332&amp;postID=1344895566799643722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38576332/posts/default/1344895566799643722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38576332/posts/default/1344895566799643722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-petite-fille.blogspot.com/2007/11/updates-monday-ballet.html' title=''/><author><name>kyung tae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38576332.post-6805453912620578426</id><published>2007-11-16T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T21:43:06.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9m2X7uaNou0/Rz2dUkO91cI/AAAAAAAAADk/3WPgOZKk6c8/s1600-h/IMGP1669.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133432126921627074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9m2X7uaNou0/Rz2dUkO91cI/AAAAAAAAADk/3WPgOZKk6c8/s320/IMGP1669.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9m2X7uaNou0/Rz2dB0O91bI/AAAAAAAAADc/EHz74st_quY/s1600-h/IMGP1636.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133431804799079858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9m2X7uaNou0/Rz2dB0O91bI/AAAAAAAAADc/EHz74st_quY/s320/IMGP1636.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;speaking of being famous&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i realised that i maybe want the attention, but i don't exactly want to be famous&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you see,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when you are famous, you really have no privacy. at least not much right?? everybody will know who you are marrying, some of your secrets that are better to be kept unknown, and probably your toilet paper brand&lt;br /&gt;and you can't be sure that you won't have scandals too. a lot a lot of celebs/ famous people have scandals. and scandals are a major irritation of the butt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but there is this saying in korean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;directly translated:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when animals die, they leave their skin. when humans die, they leave their names.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kay, sounds wrong in english. but that is besides the point&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i do want to leave my name in this earth for forever. because that is the only thing that can probably stay in the earth even when i'm gone. physically&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;maybe when i die, the pain will wash away..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;pictures! that i promised (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9m2X7uaNou0/Rz2YskO91VI/AAAAAAAAACs/HGV8EN6R7SA/s1600-h/IMGP1694.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133427041680348498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9m2X7uaNou0/Rz2YskO91VI/AAAAAAAAACs/HGV8EN6R7SA/s320/IMGP1694.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the infamous fiona, and me (:&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9m2X7uaNou0/Rz2ZG0O91WI/AAAAAAAAAC0/hJB01PDv6kI/s1600-h/IMGP1696.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133427492651914594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9m2X7uaNou0/Rz2ZG0O91WI/AAAAAAAAAC0/hJB01PDv6kI/s320/IMGP1696.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(x my legs are bent -,-;;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9m2X7uaNou0/Rz2ZY0O91XI/AAAAAAAAAC8/d3c9Wi6fKgQ/s1600-h/IMGP1697.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133427801889559922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9m2X7uaNou0/Rz2ZY0O91XI/AAAAAAAAAC8/d3c9Wi6fKgQ/s320/IMGP1697.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;fiona thinks she is too pretty to be photographed. (x&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9m2X7uaNou0/Rz2bgkO91YI/AAAAAAAAADE/7JrHPsi9g_M/s1600-h/IMGP1708.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133430134056801666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9m2X7uaNou0/Rz2bgkO91YI/AAAAAAAAADE/7JrHPsi9g_M/s320/IMGP1708.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9m2X7uaNou0/Rz2ceEO91ZI/AAAAAAAAADM/QyYtxKf6M-A/s1600-h/IMGP1711.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133431190618756498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9m2X7uaNou0/Rz2ceEO91ZI/AAAAAAAAADM/QyYtxKf6M-A/s320/IMGP1711.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;i love this girl. a lot (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and she loves me too (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9m2X7uaNou0/Rz2cw0O91aI/AAAAAAAAADU/WTwwpB3blv4/s1600-h/IMGP1661.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133431512741303714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9m2X7uaNou0/Rz2cw0O91aI/AAAAAAAAADU/WTwwpB3blv4/s320/IMGP1661.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;prince charming, gay prince, prince of bahamas (x VERY IN CHARACTER &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;something wrong with my eyes? i just can't stop tearing..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&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/38576332-6805453912620578426?l=la-petite-fille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-petite-fille.blogspot.com/feeds/6805453912620578426/comments/default' title='Post 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38576332.post-87559509484107378</id><published>2007-11-11T00:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T00:13:15.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ohmigoshh&lt;br /&gt;today's ballet was SUPER FUNN!!!!&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHH I LOVED IT&lt;br /&gt;fiona is super damn crazy lahh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll be back and continuing this post with pichaaas&lt;br /&gt;till then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye!&lt;br /&gt;and don't get sick. *hint*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38576332-87559509484107378?l=la-petite-fille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-petite-fille.blogspot.com/feeds/87559509484107378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38576332&amp;postID=87559509484107378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38576332/posts/default/87559509484107378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38576332/posts/default/87559509484107378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-petite-fille.blogspot.com/2007/11/ohmigoshhhh-she-rocks.html' title=''/><author><name>kyung tae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38576332.post-8679038500008873250</id><published>2007-11-09T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T23:50:48.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>holy crap</title><content type='html'>i can't resist it, can't resist being jealous&lt;br /&gt;oh kt stop staring. you stared at it enough already&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i&lt;br /&gt;am&lt;br /&gt;beyond&lt;br /&gt;sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;melancholic and exasperated (look at my verbose vocabularayy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just can't take it anymore&lt;br /&gt;arghh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if you actually get what i'm saying, you are a genius&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i know i'm not a psl. and i know i probably should stop wanting to be one and being jealous of psls, but i just can't help it? why can't i stop being jealous of gold badges on the collar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38576332-8679038500008873250?l=la-petite-fille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-petite-fille.blogspot.com/feeds/8679038500008873250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;two-oh-oners y'all are the best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;coz we won NET CARN oh my freak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;anyway, i really love 20107 and it is really sad that we only bonded after exams ))))))))))):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;gonna miss you loads guys.. but the last day of school didn't even feel like the last day of school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;i thought i was going to cry buckets, but everyone kind of went out after getting back their oh-so-high gpas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;however, that is not the point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;i &lt;3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;speaking of 201, this brings me back my niner memories. we were like super glued together (: i had lots of fun times with niners too!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;ballet on saturday was a killer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;and there are two new people in my class now and one of them is an ex-gymnast (what the..?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;so she is flex-er than i am. yiikes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;thank god we didn't do developpes or else i would have died, really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;ms chiam did like 40 min of floorwork (without stretching, phew)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;and the dance is just incredible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;fiona! crazy girl, always poke my hand, slap my hand. i wanna go out with you!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;came home, watched tv&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;twilight rocks!! lin, you better not yellow it bcoz if you do i will like murder you kayy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;new moon is o-kay. edward left bella!! i was so sad i almost cried. and bella was like..??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;and the lion fell in love with the lamb. what a sick, masochistic lion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;i keep trying to tell myself that i'm just not meant to be one, and that i will never become one. sometimes, &lt;em&gt;"it's ok"&lt;/em&gt; doesn't work when things really are &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; okay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;wanting too much is not a sin, no, it isn't. isn't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;this ain't a fair world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38576332-530434103238431549?l=la-petite-fille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-petite-fille.blogspot.com/feeds/530434103238431549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38576332&amp;postID=530434103238431549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38576332/posts/default/530434103238431549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38576332/posts/default/530434103238431549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-petite-fille.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-3-201-lot.html' title='i &lt;3 201 a lot'/><author><name>kyung tae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38576332.post-6265378546965449484</id><published>2007-10-30T17:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T17:52:47.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'>zomg</title><content type='html'>SO MANY MANY THINGS TO BLOG ABOUT!! &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok first,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;went out with chark the shark today.. hahaha went to school but the moment i reached, i was told to go home coz my class just finished showing our drama night piece to ms sergeant(?) anyway, i handed in my cip hours form and got my pretty pretty class shirt!! i really love this one compared to the one nine class tee. one nine class tee is so sec 1, no? anyway, i still love one nine (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahahaah we were being crazyyyy!! i had to wait for her at taka from 10:30 to 11:40 but i realised that charlene actually reached at 11:20?? stupid phone ran out of battery and i had to go down to the payphone area to call her. stupid much??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, we met. (: and we ate. and we walked/ran to heeren while eating this fish bread. heeren rocks!! and we bought this real cool arm warmer thing but it was kinda ex so we each got one!! so my left arm and chark's right arm was warm!! weeeeee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and FINALLY!! i took neos!! with chark!! they are lovely (: and my eyes are big and brown and i almost look pretty!! and when we were done decorating the neos we waited like so long for it to print and we asked the lady in the counter. she simply walked over, put her hand up inside the machine and pop! neoss!!!! me and chark was laughing like shit. although shits don't laugh. anywayy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and then we went around heeren and saw this group of rgs girls and here's our dialogue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: ehhhhhhh!! i think i know those ppl!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;chark: huh?? wheree?..... serious?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: yaehhhh! lets go see them!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(me and chark runs down the escalator)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;chark: hii!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: (who the heck are they??)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;chark: (talks to her friends)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: yup, i so know those girls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;chark: hahaahha turns out that i know them instead of you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was really very funny&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and!! we saw this salon called toni and guy and i decided that i want to chop off my hair. we went inside and asked them for the price. 70+++++!!! i was like. -,-;;; and so we left (duhh) went to paragon instead but the places there were still quite ex for us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ohhh before that, we ate at sakae sushi. actually, i prefer sushi tei, although its a bit ex. hee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so, in the end, i called mummy, and mummy told me to go wheelock coz the student price there is like 30 bucks. not bad for a korean salon. i tell you, &lt;strong&gt;korean hairdressers are proooo kayy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;me and charlene both got a nice nice haircut.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and this post is &lt;em&gt;more than words&lt;/em&gt; coz i have pics&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9m2X7uaNou0/Ryb9sWt1hSI/AAAAAAAAACU/nN7kIOQav8w/s1600-h/IMGP1602.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127064164261791010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9m2X7uaNou0/Ryb9sWt1hSI/AAAAAAAAACU/nN7kIOQav8w/s320/IMGP1602.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9m2X7uaNou0/Ryb8PGt1hOI/AAAAAAAAAB0/6tUfQh7M0ok/s1600-h/IMGP1589.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127062562238989538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9m2X7uaNou0/Ryb8PGt1hOI/AAAAAAAAAB0/6tUfQh7M0ok/s320/IMGP1589.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9m2X7uaNou0/Ryb8bGt1hPI/AAAAAAAAAB8/oXGQwo4j3Nk/s1600-h/IMGP1585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127062768397419762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9m2X7uaNou0/Ryb8bGt1hPI/AAAAAAAAAB8/oXGQwo4j3Nk/s320/IMGP1585.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9m2X7uaNou0/Ryb8zWt1hQI/AAAAAAAAACE/ATvq8wCLceM/s1600-h/IMGP1591.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127063185009247490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9m2X7uaNou0/Ryb8zWt1hQI/AAAAAAAAACE/ATvq8wCLceM/s320/IMGP1591.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9m2X7uaNou0/Ryb9g2t1hRI/AAAAAAAAACM/iFRsxlTyKx0/s1600-h/IMGP1601.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127063966693295378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9m2X7uaNou0/Ryb9g2t1hRI/AAAAAAAAACM/iFRsxlTyKx0/s320/IMGP1601.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9m2X7uaNou0/Ryb-NGt1hTI/AAAAAAAAACc/hbzJEYNQ6bM/s1600-h/IMGP1611.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127064726902506802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9m2X7uaNou0/Ryb-NGt1hTI/AAAAAAAAACc/hbzJEYNQ6bM/s320/IMGP1611.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i will tell you why i look like lee jun ki with my new boy haircut&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dialogue between me and hairdresser jenny&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: ummm, i will be acting as a guy for this performan..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;jenny:woahh! cool! so, you want your hair to be boyish?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: yeahh, but i want to keep this lengt...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;jenny: ok so boyish with this length and make it pretty?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: yeah,, whatever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;jenny: i will make it look like lee jun ki. hehehhehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: -,-;; hurhurhur.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i quite like it though. i can actually tie it up with my butterfly clip&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38576332-6265378546965449484?l=la-petite-fille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-petite-fille.blogspot.com/feeds/6265378546965449484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38576332&amp;postID=6265378546965449484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38576332/posts/default/6265378546965449484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38576332/posts/default/6265378546965449484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-petite-fille.blogspot.com/2007/10/zomg.html' title='zomg'/><author><name>kyung tae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9m2X7uaNou0/Ryb9sWt1hSI/AAAAAAAAACU/nN7kIOQav8w/s72-c/IMGP1602.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38576332.post-5979993985232406255</id><published>2007-10-16T14:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T14:54:15.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizfarm.com/test.php?q_id=58N"&gt;What's Your High School Stereotype?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;created with &lt;a href="http://www.quizfarm.com/"&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;You scored as &lt;b&gt;Prep/Jock/Cheerleader&lt;/b&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;table width="50%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Prep/Jock/Cheerleader&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="63" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;63%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Drama nerd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="56" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;56%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Ghetto gangsta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="50" bgcolor="#dddddd" 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style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;50%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Punk/Rebel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="38" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;38%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Stoner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="25" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;25%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Loner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="19" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;19%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p&gt;woah, two posts in one day. shows how bored i am.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;anyway, try this quiz! so funnt i almost fell off the chair. nearly (x&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38576332-5979993985232406255?l=la-petite-fille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-petite-fille.blogspot.com/feeds/5979993985232406255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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is the question&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's weigh the pros and cons of me going for cheer tryouts&lt;br /&gt;pros: if i get in, that is, IF i get in,&lt;br /&gt;-- i will be a cheerleader (duh-bviously)&lt;br /&gt;-- i will have the pretty skirt! (x&lt;br /&gt;-- since lin's a cheerleader, we can go home together after prac! oh no, but she got psl thingoos. so maybe not this one&lt;br /&gt;-- i can get to dance!! and cheerlead(?)!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cons: if i dont get in, that is, ALREADY VERY DUH-BVIOUS&lt;br /&gt;-- i will be malufified ))):&lt;br /&gt;-- i will be just doing massdance and more massdance (which is not exactly a bad thing though, coz i like massdance)&lt;br /&gt;-- i will be sad sad sad!!&lt;br /&gt;-- i won't have the skirt! )))))))))))):&lt;br /&gt;-- my dancing abilities, that are already beyond &lt;em&gt;mauvais&lt;/em&gt;, will be -,-;;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tryouts tomorrow. how how how?? someone please tell me something!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the brighter side,&lt;br /&gt;i just got stubs script, browsed through it, and i say&lt;br /&gt;I TOTALLY LOVE IT!! it is darn funnnaayyeeee&lt;br /&gt;and i &lt;3 my lines! jerk ex-boyfriend. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am dying to tell you people about this, but COME FOR STUBS.&lt;br /&gt;NOVEMBER 23TH AND 24TH.&lt;br /&gt;for more information, &lt;a href="http://www.freewebs.com/uncle-lee"&gt;www.freewebs.com/uncle-lee&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahahaha, it is just so so funny!&lt;br /&gt;i love it, and you will too (:&lt;br /&gt;rehearsals start today, although i'm not going (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;does anybody play crazy arcade cept for lin??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38576332-7323336299516383182?l=la-petite-fille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-petite-fille.blogspot.com/feeds/7323336299516383182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38576332&amp;postID=7323336299516383182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38576332/posts/default/7323336299516383182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38576332/posts/default/7323336299516383182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-petite-fille.blogspot.com/2007/10/to-go-or-not-to-go-that-is-question.html' title=''/><author><name>kyung tae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38576332.post-331825091090627392</id><published>2007-10-12T12:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T13:06:54.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cheated</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CAN PEOPLE STOP CHEATING MY FEELINGS? I HAD ENOUGH OF IT.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;it's so irritating. and for once, i thought the day was going well. and something just has to spoil it. thankss. i realised even the most mundane and simple things can be the most painful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;cheat my feelings cheat my feelings cheat my feelings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;on the bright side, exams are over. and ytd, i spent the day with lin at home. she taught me contradanza but i forgot. except for the turn and developpe in the beginning. oh and this thing called shassee paraboorayy thingoo which sounds coolios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;after she left, watched like 3 episodes of goong. the goong craze started out at this time of the year last year. sighh, shin is so sexayyee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;should i cut my hair? it's losing its nice shape and i need to cut for stubss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;AHHHHHHH just STOP it. STOP STOP STOP cheating my feelings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;cheat my feelings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38576332-331825091090627392?l=la-petite-fille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-petite-fille.blogspot.com/feeds/331825091090627392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38576332&amp;postID=331825091090627392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38576332/posts/default/331825091090627392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38576332/posts/default/331825091090627392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-petite-fille.blogspot.com/2007/10/cheated.html' title='cheated'/><author><name>kyung tae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38576332.post-7478178274147480722</id><published>2007-10-11T16:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T17:02:08.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;HELLOO!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;this is kyungTae! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;NEW SKIN!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;lin's with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;she wants to sayy sth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;HAHAHHAHA&lt;br /&gt;HELLO!!! EHHH .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i dunno what to say,(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;riiiiiiiiiiight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38576332-7478178274147480722?l=la-petite-fille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-petite-fille.blogspot.com/feeds/7478178274147480722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38576332&amp;postID=7478178274147480722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38576332/posts/default/7478178274147480722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38576332/posts/default/7478178274147480722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-petite-fille.blogspot.com/2007/10/helloo-this-is-kyungtae-new-skin-lins.html' title=''/><author><name>kyung tae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38576332.post-1196810692320619226</id><published>2007-10-03T18:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T18:26:10.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ahhh</title><content type='html'>EXAMSSSSSSS&lt;br /&gt;panicpanicpanic&lt;br /&gt;i failed eng compre fa&lt;br /&gt;gahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;i am so loser&lt;br /&gt;anyway&lt;br /&gt;wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;oh i really want to pass english&lt;br /&gt;love ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - lee koong taa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bytheway, that was a poem. created in like 48 seconds&lt;br /&gt;but seriously, wish me luck! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38576332-1196810692320619226?l=la-petite-fille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-petite-fille.blogspot.com/feeds/1196810692320619226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38576332&amp;postID=1196810692320619226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38576332/posts/default/1196810692320619226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38576332/posts/default/1196810692320619226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-petite-fille.blogspot.com/2007/10/ahhh.html' title='ahhh'/><author><name>kyung tae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38576332.post-7614350722857854095</id><published>2007-09-21T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T22:54:14.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;&gt;fridayy;;</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;i give myself full marks for being lazy&lt;br /&gt;and i've got nothing better to do, which is the reason why i'm blogging.&lt;br /&gt;sighh. other sane people will crazily mug at this time but i'm here blogging??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's dance was disturbing&lt;br /&gt;ballet moves were quite cool though, i like the blue skirt that woman wear. and i think the cat outfit is &lt;strike&gt;outstandingly sick &lt;/strike&gt;interesting. it exposes the whole of that woman's butt i tell you i felt so embarrassed to look at her dance. storyline quite lame. how can animal abuse link to dance? i see no connection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well not now, when my brain is malfunctioning (which means it is not properly doing its job of squishing out creative juices for me to think) if you picture what i just said in brackets, it is an even more disturbing thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was also psl-o &lt;strike&gt;oh why do i even care when i'm not even a psl?? stop being stupid koongtaa &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ada asked me whether i was coming for psl-o. i told her i'm not a psl (like obviously, who wouldn't know??) and she gave me a confused look and asked me "but didn't you apply?" and i simply told her again "i didn't get in" and she said sorry and walked away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, things in life are so unfair a million of "it's ok" and pat pat on the back is not enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in fact, it just makes me feel bad about myself but i shouldn't be sympathising with my loser self because that's just so loser. i am loser but i don't want to be so loser like now. that confuses me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to be strong. can't be weak or else how to survive?? and i can't fail anything too. like my &lt;strike&gt;bloody &lt;/strike&gt;physics quiz. i can never read a question properly. &lt;strike&gt;maybe a bucketful of tears were blocking my eyes. thats why. sometimes, crying solves everything. &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't can't can't go weak. can't can't can't fail for nuts.&lt;br /&gt;i want to be invisible. &lt;strike&gt;then no one will be able to see me crying and being sorry to my super duper blow-your-minds-out idiotic self. &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;this post is full of strikes. wonder why i even write them if i don't want them to be seen. but again, people blog, hoping that someone will get their feelings. people sing, hoping that someone will listen. people live, hoping that someone will notice them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;yet another emo post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;but what i really need right now is a good dose of sleeping pills so that i'll fall asleep without knowing that i will never be able to open my eyes again to see this cruel world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38576332-7614350722857854095?l=la-petite-fille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-petite-fille.blogspot.com/feeds/7614350722857854095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38576332&amp;postID=7614350722857854095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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alt="MyHeritage - share black and white photos with facial recognition technology"&gt;&lt;img height="574" src="http://storage.myheritagefiles.com/H/storage/site1/files/69/64/32/696432_230983e341cd64oherkl51.JPG" width="500" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;second one,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="MyHeritage - share black and white photos with facial recognition technology" href="http://www.myheritage.com/collage" target="_blank" alt="MyHeritage - share black and white photos with facial recognition technology"&gt;&lt;img height="574" src="http://storage.myheritagefiles.com/H/storage/site1/files/69/73/12/697312_9216945951cd64jwpeng51.JPG" width="500" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;i never knew i looked that jap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;but i still look like a korean actor bae yong jun (who is apparently making jap girls go crazy (X)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;this is so funn!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;go try it now!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38576332-6370950949859616624?l=la-petite-fille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-petite-fille.blogspot.com/feeds/6370950949859616624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38576332&amp;postID=6370950949859616624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38576332/posts/default/6370950949859616624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38576332/posts/default/6370950949859616624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-petite-fille.blogspot.com/2007/09/hahahahahah.html' title='hahahahahah'/><author><name>kyung tae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38576332.post-6265065497832411388</id><published>2007-08-20T19:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T19:47:20.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'>loserness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the light in my life,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;had been extinguished&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am freaking not a psl. yeahh. instead, there are some people who unexpectedly became a psl (maybe i shouldn't even be saying this, because i myself don't even qualify to be one of them anyway) it just goes to show that &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;appearance vs reality &lt;em&gt;est tres differente&lt;/em&gt;. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;seriously, it shows how loser i am and how i will be &lt;em&gt;tres&lt;/em&gt; miserable my whole rg life. )))))))))))))))): AND I BLOODY NEED and WANT that leadership position. and there is none left for me. what the?..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for a moment, i thought i had a chance in making it. i was wrong. dead wrong &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;WRONG WRONG WRONG&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;but the thing is that, there are &lt;em&gt;beaucoup de personnes qui &lt;/em&gt;qualify to be a psl but didnt get in. this might sound extremely biased and whatever (could be that i'm really angry, &lt;em&gt;comprend moi&lt;/em&gt;) but i think those with 3rd lang, house comm stuff and what nots MOSTLY did not get in. (although they were real capable. not saying i could because i wasn't even meant to be ANYWAY) fine, we have a lot of commitments. so what? if we tried out, and spend our precious time to sit and wait and go for the interview, it shows very clearly to me that we are passionate and will put 110% best to psb, &lt;em&gt;non&lt;/em&gt;? and there is the beta. i thought ms ong told me VERY CLEARLY that my beta wasn't gonna affect ANY of the leadership position that i'm gonna try out next year. and that includes psb? which means they shouldn't judge us by that beta no matter what? but with all this i have, i don't need a rocket science to tell me why i didn't get in. simple. ( I SUCK MUCH)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;you can call me a mis-believer, but whatever lah. i can't get angrier than this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i thought love would last forever. i was wrong..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;EVEN THEN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9m2X7uaNou0/Rsl9XuQvJ9I/AAAAAAAAAAs/jQWEl7cYalE/s1600-h/IMGP1187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100745899482490834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9m2X7uaNou0/Rsl9XuQvJ9I/AAAAAAAAAAs/jQWEl7cYalE/s320/IMGP1187.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I HEART THIS GIRL MUCHLY.&lt;br /&gt;she is so fit to be a psl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and will be my bestie forever and ever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;although she can piss me off VERY WELL with the usual ( i hate my knees)&lt;br /&gt;she taught me what true besties can be (((((((:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;3&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i would need a rocket science to define our friendship. (X&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9m2X7uaNou0/Rsl-XeQvJ-I/AAAAAAAAAA0/uXntFWsfjpg/s1600-h/IMGP0924.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100746994699151330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9m2X7uaNou0/Rsl-XeQvJ-I/AAAAAAAAAA0/uXntFWsfjpg/s320/IMGP0924.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;may the love never die.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;thank you Lord.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38576332-6265065497832411388?l=la-petite-fille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-petite-fille.blogspot.com/feeds/6265065497832411388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38576332&amp;postID=6265065497832411388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38576332/posts/default/6265065497832411388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38576332/posts/default/6265065497832411388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-petite-fille.blogspot.com/2007/08/loserness.html' title='loserness'/><author><name>kyung tae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9m2X7uaNou0/Rsl9XuQvJ9I/AAAAAAAAAAs/jQWEl7cYalE/s72-c/IMGP1187.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38576332.post-1612001807655816766</id><published>2007-08-14T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T21:42:43.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JERK EX-BOYFRIEND</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;YES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I SEE SOME &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;LIGHT&lt;/span&gt; IN MY LIFE! XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;BECAUSE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I AM ACTING FOR ENDOFYEAR PRODUCTION! AAAAAAAAAAAHHH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;although i'm neither amigo or popcorn boy (which i wanted so badly), i really couldn't care less.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;i am appearing on stage!!! heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee :DDDDDDDDDDDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;as a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;JERK EX BOYFRIEND&lt;/span&gt;. i am going to be a jerkk X))))))))))))))muahhhhahahahahahahaahahah and a guyyyyyy. heeeeeeeeeee. i always wanted to act as a guy. for, personal reasons, yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;SO, come for elds eoyproduction!!!! &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;excited excited excited.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;here's the scroll/ the continent and summary of my fortune.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;                                                                                                                                      --bassanio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38576332-1612001807655816766?l=la-petite-fille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-petite-fille.blogspot.com/feeds/1612001807655816766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38576332&amp;postID=1612001807655816766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38576332/posts/default/1612001807655816766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38576332/posts/default/1612001807655816766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-petite-fille.blogspot.com/2007/08/jerk-ex-boyfriend.html' title='JERK EX-BOYFRIEND'/><author><name>kyung tae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38576332.post-8681115682347709066</id><published>2007-08-05T18:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T19:08:59.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>quizzes quizzes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;another quiz from steffi's no longer alive blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;LAYER ONE: ON THE OUTSIDE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Name: kyungtae(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Birth date: 100194&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Current Location: Singapore, home(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Eye Color: brown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Hair Color: brown-black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Righty or Lefty: RIGHTY(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LAYER TWO: ON THE INSIDE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Your heritage: 100%korean and proud of it (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Your fears: cockroaches, gymmers who can oversplit, ashima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Your weakness: dancing, singing, reading at a relaxed pace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Your perfect pizza: pepperoni, anything without mushrooms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Your Ambition: still a dreamer.. OH i want to be a psychologist/surgeon/designer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;LAYER THREE: :YESTERDAY; TODAY; TOMORROW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Your thoughts first waking up: TODAY NO SCHOOL (it's sunday, btw)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Your best physical feature: don't have one. thin bod? my nonexistent abs?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Your bedtime: 11.30 to 12.30&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Your most missed memory: being in indo): eating kepala ikan )))):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;LAYER FOUR: YOUR PICK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Pepsi or Coke: coke. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;McDonald's or Burger King: bk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Single or group dates: single? haha :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Adidas or Nike: ADIDAS :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Lipton Tea or Nestea: any ice tea would be good for me, thank you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Chocolate or vanilla: CHOCOLATE! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Cappuccino or coffee: cappucino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;LAYER FIVE: DO YOU...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Smoke: YES! *sarcastic grin* DUH NO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Take a shower: i bathe (X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Have a crush: yup.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Think you've been in love: yup.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Want to get married: why not? not now though (x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Believe in yourself: currently, nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Think you're a health freak: yesss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;LAYER SIX: IN THE PAST MONTH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Drank alcohol: mocktail, several times. oh i sipped a bit of wine that my mum was drinking. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Gone to the mall: yeah. WITH EENETTE AND LIN AND CHONG! &lt;3besties&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Been on stage: yupp.elds performance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Eaten Sushi: last night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Been dumped: thank god no. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Gone skating: yup. around 7 months ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Dyed your hair: ...noo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;LAYER SEVEN: HAVE YOU EVER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Played a stripping game: GOODNESS WHO THE HECK DESIGNED THIS SCRIPT?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Gotten beaten up: refer to above -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Changed who you were to fit in: maybe.. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;LAYER EIGHT: GETTING OLD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Age your hoping to be married: when i am young. 25?? so that my child won't be tooo young compared to i am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;LAYER NINE: IN GIRL/IN GUY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Best eye color: olive green or brown like mine (: without contacts, thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Best hair color: anything except jet black/yellow/red/blue/some funny colour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Short or long hair: doesn't matter to me. personality does though :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;LAYER TEN: WHAT WERE YOU DOING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;1 MINUTE AGO: eating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;1 HOUR AGO: splitting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;1 DAY AGO: did ballet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;1 YEAR AGO: probably mugging for another exam/ jumping up and down because national day is coming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;LAYER 11: FINISH THE SENTENCE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I LOVE: dance, besties, family,chocolate,everythingthatpleasesme (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I FEEL: disappointed/devastated/gonna cry any minute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I HATE: bossy and show off-ers &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;talebans too&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I HIDE: the inner me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I MISS: him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38576332-8681115682347709066?l=la-petite-fille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-petite-fille.blogspot.com/feeds/8681115682347709066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38576332&amp;postID=8681115682347709066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38576332/posts/default/8681115682347709066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38576332/posts/default/8681115682347709066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-petite-fille.blogspot.com/2007/08/quizzes-quizzes.html' title='quizzes quizzes.'/><author><name>kyung tae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38576332.post-925905019708440619</id><published>2007-08-04T14:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T15:02:42.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a very interesting quiz (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;This quiz is from chong's blog (: quite cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Instructions:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;1. Put your music player on shuffle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;2. Press forward for each question.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;3. The song title will be your answer for that question you are at.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;How are you feeling today?&lt;br /&gt;Stay – Goong&lt;br /&gt;[ahahhaha. I feel like staying home? NO! I WANT TO GO FOR BALLET AND DO SOME POINTE WORK.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;How do other people see you as?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Pump it – Black Eyed Peas&lt;br /&gt;[ahahahahhaha. People see me as a pumper?? What the..?? Maybe I pump happiness to their lives! Oh yayy!] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;What is the title of your life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I Believe Love Will Find A Way – Blessed Union of Souls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;[of course, love will find a way. Like me!!! (x] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;What was primary school life like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Till the Dawn – Drew Sidora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;[ahahaahaha. Yes! Although I didn’t study till the dawn, (that’s more like right now) I slacked till the dawn! (x]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;What is the best thing about your friends?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Kung Fu Fighting – Fatboy Slim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;[ahahahhaa. The best thing about my friends is getting into a kung fu fighting?? What the??] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;What's in store for you for this week?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Candyman – Christina Aguilera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;[ahahahaa. I love candyman and I love michelle (myself, and the teacher) and I love candies!] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;What song describes you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Maneater – Nelly Furtado &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;[ahahhahhaha. Ohmigosh I know I’m hungry but I’m not a cannibal! I am a deatheater!! (x]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;What song will they play at your funeral?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Sexy back – Justin Timberlake &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;[hahaahahahah. What will people think of me when I die? A slut? No thank you]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Do people of the opposite gender secretly want/lust after you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Doing That Thing You Do – The Wonders &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;[hahahhhaha. Yayyyy! Of course, they are just doing that thing they do (X)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;What should I do with my life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Crash – Gwen Stefani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;[what the??]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;LAME MUCH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The quality of mercy is not strained;&lt;br /&gt;It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven&lt;br /&gt;Upon the place beneath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38576332-925905019708440619?l=la-petite-fille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-petite-fille.blogspot.com/feeds/925905019708440619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38576332&amp;postID=925905019708440619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38576332/posts/default/925905019708440619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38576332/posts/default/925905019708440619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-petite-fille.blogspot.com/2007/08/very-interesting-quiz.html' title='a very interesting quiz (:'/><author><name>kyung tae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38576332.post-3873656594061075345</id><published>2007-07-23T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T21:04:29.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;&gt;monday;;</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;today,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;michelle is so cool!! she is real bimb but niceeee and cool too!! she sometimes makes rather disgusting movements but, oh well (: i couldn't care less&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;I LOVE DANCE MODULE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;and i am highly obsessed with nymphadora tonks, luna lovegood and our aces routine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;(wash and dry! wash and dry! grapevine! you get what i mean nandita (:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;bio test this fri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;haven't started revising&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;shall go mug soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;tomorrow is ld elections!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;maybe i want to be a treasurer!! i don't even know whether i want it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;sighh.. i am almost sure i won't be one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38576332-3873656594061075345?l=la-petite-fille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-petite-fille.blogspot.com/feeds/3873656594061075345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38576332&amp;postID=3873656594061075345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38576332/posts/default/3873656594061075345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38576332/posts/default/3873656594061075345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-petite-fille.blogspot.com/2007/07/monday.html' title='&gt;&gt;monday;;'/><author><name>kyung tae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38576332.post-1622049116005926619</id><published>2007-07-15T15:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T15:42:47.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ELDS MIDYEAR PRODUCTION!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9m2X7uaNou0/RpnPBGCZEMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/-og-Xxr8DSQ/s1600-h/IMGP1047_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087324871799148738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9m2X7uaNou0/RpnPBGCZEMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/-og-Xxr8DSQ/s320/IMGP1047_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9m2X7uaNou0/RpnN7mCZEJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZazaweaxHq8/s1600-h/IMGP1048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087323677798240402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9m2X7uaNou0/RpnN7mCZEJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZazaweaxHq8/s320/IMGP1048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9m2X7uaNou0/RpnOL2CZEKI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Xw0V2sBLXfc/s1600-h/IMGP1046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087323956971114658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9m2X7uaNou0/RpnOL2CZEKI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Xw0V2sBLXfc/s320/IMGP1046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9m2X7uaNou0/RpnOL2CZEKI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Xw0V2sBLXfc/s1600-h/IMGP1046.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9m2X7uaNou0/RpnOL2CZEKI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Xw0V2sBLXfc/s1600-h/IMGP1046.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pheww. i am BAD at uploading pics&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but its there (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ELDS MIDYEAR PRODUCTION!!!!!! rocked!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;thank you very very very much EENETTE, YIHONG, JIAYING, ANU, NANDITA, BRINTHA, ANQI, ZANN, BRENDA, AMANDA TAI, and others who i forgot to mention but came (((((((((((((: &lt;33333&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am in a fantastic mood right now!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i got 4 flowers (: eenette wong, you owe me one :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;couldn't do history pt but i decided to do a poem which does NOT require me to write 1984 words.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OVERALL, KYUNGTAE IS A HAPPY GIRL!! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;eenette wong! its really GREAT that you came!!! you gave me a bit of a shock! thanks for the sms, hugs, everything! &lt;3&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;lin! i still wish you came (: but i still love you girl (: look forward to your dance concert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38576332-1622049116005926619?l=la-petite-fille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-petite-fille.blogspot.com/feeds/1622049116005926619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38576332&amp;postID=1622049116005926619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38576332/posts/default/1622049116005926619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38576332/posts/default/1622049116005926619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-petite-fille.blogspot.com/2007/07/elds-midyear-production.html' title='ELDS MIDYEAR PRODUCTION!!!!!!'/><author><name>kyung tae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9m2X7uaNou0/RpnPBGCZEMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/-og-Xxr8DSQ/s72-c/IMGP1047_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38576332.post-4824480267048214243</id><published>2007-07-05T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T21:12:08.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;&gt;thursdayy;</title><content type='html'>i didn't blog for almost 2 months! am such a lazy pig&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, today (:&lt;br /&gt;we were taking height and weight!!! ahhhh i hate myself for being so short. 157??? lke 0.5 cm shorter than jiemin. arghh not fair ): and i am officially the lightest one in class. now the weight i won't mention.&lt;br /&gt;lin is 163.5 like helloo?? i seriously need to grow. but i don't want to be fat. i can't get fatter than this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ld rehearsal. end so late!!! i was ok but i don't know which skirt i should wear for production!! steff's skirt is niceeeee but its black and my tights are black so it doesn't look that nice although the skirt is SUPER NICEEEE. AHHH and i heart my white puffy skirt too! i finally have a skirt! (x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PSL interviews this saturday! i have to rush after chinese and crap i haven't memorised the vocabs yet ): laoshi gonna scold me again. i want to be PSL. given the chance, i will do my very very best and will never disappoint psb. goshh i really want it more than anything else. &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i can give anything for this.i hope, one day, i will get to wear those gold badges on my collar too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;oh mann i want to be a psl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;psb08, let's rock this together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;riding the waves with you &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i can be your dolphin(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38576332-4824480267048214243?l=la-petite-fille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-petite-fille.blogspot.com/feeds/4824480267048214243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38576332&amp;postID=4824480267048214243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38576332/posts/default/4824480267048214243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38576332/posts/default/4824480267048214243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-petite-fille.blogspot.com/2007/07/thursdayy.html' title='&gt;&gt;thursdayy;'/><author><name>kyung tae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38576332.post-4422040452746889100</id><published>2007-05-19T13:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T13:39:50.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;&gt;saturday</title><content type='html'>je suis malade aujourd'hui mais j'aurai danser a l'apres midi&lt;br /&gt;zut! j'ai un BETA maintenant alors je me deteste beaucoup. ma vie est SCREWED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok basically what i said was, i am sick and i have to go for ballet later.&lt;br /&gt;shit i got a BETA right now so i hate myself so much. my life is SCREWED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCREW BETA well i admit that i wasn't doing the exactly right thing (and i really regret doing it) but i bet there are still some people out there who deserve a beta but did not get it. i mean, we all are not moral people so i'm really sad. not really sad because i got a beta, but some people unfairly did not get a beta which they totally deserve. and a zero, my god. a beta is good enough. i don't need some zero to kill me more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am darn stupid because...&lt;br /&gt;1. i couldn't go for TTTT&lt;br /&gt;2. i couldn't go for IO&lt;br /&gt;3. i am sick before POTO&lt;br /&gt;4. i don't even know my best friends well&lt;br /&gt;5. i got a beta and a zero&lt;br /&gt;6. i got eyebags&lt;br /&gt;7. i miss _____ so much i can't even function my brain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1994.01.10 to 2007.05.19&lt;br /&gt;here lies michelle lee after painfully walking the path of life for 13 years, 4 months and 9 days&lt;br /&gt;may she rest in peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38576332-4422040452746889100?l=la-petite-fille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-petite-fille.blogspot.com/feeds/4422040452746889100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38576332&amp;postID=4422040452746889100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38576332/posts/default/4422040452746889100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38576332/posts/default/4422040452746889100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-petite-fille.blogspot.com/2007/05/saturday.html' title='&gt;&gt;saturday'/><author><name>kyung tae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38576332.post-5681326870790147474</id><published>2007-05-17T20:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T20:24:14.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;&gt;thursdayyyeee</title><content type='html'>http://www.truefriendtest.com/friendtest/394670&lt;br /&gt;hahaaha take the quiz! now i will know how well you know me (x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;201 didn't get in for bookday which is real depressing but we tried our best so... yeahh.. (:&lt;br /&gt;ohh today, korea just started this train system which goes all the way until north korea! yayy so now we have access to north korea too, which is a real real proud thing for me, being a korean myself! &lt;br /&gt;my mum is bugging me to sleep early. oh well, nighty night! i am sick, in case you didn't know (:&lt;br /&gt;bytheway, good luck for french controle if you have them! (x&lt;br /&gt;and go to youtube, search "girly man" and click the one with the indian thriller. listen to it! it is super super funny (:&lt;br /&gt;book day tomorrow.elf queen is back&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38576332-5681326870790147474?l=la-petite-fille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-petite-fille.blogspot.com/feeds/5681326870790147474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38576332&amp;postID=5681326870790147474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38576332/posts/default/5681326870790147474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38576332/posts/default/5681326870790147474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-petite-fille.blogspot.com/2007/05/thursdayyyeee_17.html' title='&gt;&gt;thursdayyyeee'/><author><name>kyung tae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38576332.post-4119532451417751093</id><published>2007-05-17T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T20:21:46.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;&gt;thursdayyyeee</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a href=" 20src="%22%3Ca%20href="%22http://www.truefriendtest.com/friend/394670/2.gif%22%3Ehttp://www.truefriendtest.com/friend/394670/2.gif%3C/a%3E%22%20alt="%22Leaderboard%22%20border="%220%22%3E%3C/a%3E%3Ca%20href="%22%3Ca%20href=""&gt;http://www.truefriendtest.com"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a&gt;Create your own Friend Test here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaaha take the quiz! now i will know how well you know me (x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;201 didn't get in for bookday which is real depressing but we tried our best so... yeahh.. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;ohh today, korea just started this train system which goes all the way until north korea! yayy so now we have access to north korea too, which is a real real proud thing for me, being a korean myself! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;my mum is bugging me to sleep early. oh well, nighty night! i am sick, in case you didn't know (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;bytheway, good luck for french controle if you have them! (x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;and go to youtube, search "girly man" and click the one with the indian thriller. listen to it! it is super super funny (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;book day tomorrow.elf queen is back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38576332-4119532451417751093?l=la-petite-fille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-petite-fille.blogspot.com/feeds/4119532451417751093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38576332&amp;postID=4119532451417751093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38576332/posts/default/4119532451417751093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38576332/posts/default/4119532451417751093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-petite-fille.blogspot.com/2007/05/thursdayyyeee.html' title='&gt;&gt;thursdayyyeee'/><author><name>kyung tae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38576332.post-3909181102531286584</id><published>2007-05-05T10:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T11:25:16.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my blogger is disfigured. oh well, i couldn't care less&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you ever tried the super spicy ramen from ramen ten besides amanda tai and me?&lt;br /&gt;well, me chong lin, we decied to name it the SUPER SEXAYYEE ramen&lt;br /&gt;k this is what happened&lt;br /&gt;me:K, lin:L, chong: E&lt;br /&gt;K: eh what do you want to order?&lt;br /&gt;L: ehhhhh i want this (pointing at some sesame oil noodle)&lt;br /&gt;K: ok, chong leh?&lt;br /&gt;E: i think i'll eat this (pointing at another sesame oil noodle) you?&lt;br /&gt;K: i'll have this super spicy ramen. lets order&lt;br /&gt;(waitress comes)&lt;br /&gt;L: can i have one whatsthename noodle and... eh chong, you&lt;br /&gt;E: um can i have one anoterwhatsthename noodle&lt;br /&gt;(waitress scribbles down)&lt;br /&gt;K: i'll have one super spicy ramen&lt;br /&gt;(waitress repeats order, walks away)&lt;br /&gt;20 min later/&lt;br /&gt;(waiter gives food. lin's face suddenly brightens) background music:sexy back by justin timberlake&lt;br /&gt;E: ehh lets eat. kyungtae how's your super SEXY, i mean, spicy ramen&lt;br /&gt;L: ahaHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA super SEXAYEEEE&lt;br /&gt;K: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHA yes is super SEXAYEEE just like MEAYYE!&lt;br /&gt;E: WHATEVER LAH Y'ALLL! hmph!&lt;br /&gt;(lin and kyungtae, the laughers, continues laughing)&lt;br /&gt;after 5 min,&lt;br /&gt;K: sssshhhsssshhshshshshshshhhshssh (the sound you make when you eat something spicy, geddit?)&lt;br /&gt;L: ohmigod kyungtae you are all red you know. i try your soup&lt;br /&gt;(takes soup, tastes it)&lt;br /&gt;L: WAHLAOOOOO DAMN HOT LEHHHHHHH OH MY GOD KYUNGTAEEEEEEEE&lt;br /&gt;K: I KNOWWWWWW I'M DYINGGGGGGGGGGGGG!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;L: EHH I EAT ONE SPOON I'M ALMOST DEAD. YOU AHH CRAZAYYYEE AHHHH&lt;br /&gt;K: I KNOW I PROBABLY AM&lt;br /&gt;E: KYUNGTAE IS IT REALLY REALLY SPICY?&lt;br /&gt;K: no it's really sexayyyyeee&lt;br /&gt;ok if i write the whole thing it gonna eat up all my time for geog.&lt;br /&gt;so what happened after that was...&lt;br /&gt;lin and eunice finished their noodles, i was left with mine. i really felt steam coming out from my ears. you know like in the cartoons, when they eat chili then their face turn red, lips turn red, and got steam coming out from the head and the ears right?? yeahh i was like that&lt;br /&gt;lin and eunice, being my kind friends, donated their sesame soup to me and made me dip my noodles into their soup. FINALLY, I WAS ABLE TO EAT NORMALLY. then we finished it. and paid and i went home. eunice went to lin's house&lt;br /&gt;oh we met eeiyn who looked tired (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't believe this is happening to me i'm so bad i can hardly recognise who i am already.&lt;br /&gt;save me from myself&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38576332-3909181102531286584?l=la-petite-fille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-petite-fille.blogspot.com/feeds/3909181102531286584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38576332&amp;postID=3909181102531286584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38576332/posts/default/3909181102531286584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38576332/posts/default/3909181102531286584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-petite-fille.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-blogger-is-disfigured.html' title=''/><author><name>kyung tae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38576332.post-1030056282398596617</id><published>2007-04-26T18:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T18:37:54.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;&gt;thursdaayyee</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;i'm blogging after more than a month! that is faaaascinating ehmm quote zann (x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;they finally changed seats! although i miss natalie and her drawing as well as anqi with her lameness but i'm glad that i am sitting with zann and zhiqi or namely, the Zs (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;i am super extra cuz my name doesn't start with a z (: what a pity ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;got back chem results which i do not want to talk about. but thank god i got at least a borderline 3.6 which seriously needs improvement. and graded assignment was just nonsensical. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;had health check up and realised that my forward bend gave me a stupid positive 2 degrees and got scolded for not sitting properly for the past few months. right now, i'm sitting with my chest stuck out and i look like ____ who i shall not mention. those who know, you know. those who don't... well... you don't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;thankfully, they didn't take height and weight. so all the water that i drank before it just came out as nothing. lin's hairband didn't really help but its ok (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;henry park kids are naughty! haha i guess i was worse than them when i was in p6 too. but they don't listen to us! there is this boy who licks paper according to liting, and another boy who ended up crying because he wanted to go home so badly and i realised that girls were the only sane beings around here in earth. sighh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;commonwealth essay. oh dear. let's not talk abourrit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;i have a headache. must be from 4 days of no breakfast and no sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;everyday, you piss me off like that and it seriously annoys me a lot. will you just shut up for once and keep some things to yourself coz other people don't need to know it? will you please quit whining and complaining? for once?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;it's seriously for your own good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;god i realised that i have to do a plan for a short story. but wo mei you inspiration. for once, don't correct me even if i'm wrong cuz i'm just screwed up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;we are so screwed up. asshole lahh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38576332-1030056282398596617?l=la-petite-fille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-petite-fille.blogspot.com/feeds/1030056282398596617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38576332&amp;postID=1030056282398596617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38576332/posts/default/1030056282398596617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38576332/posts/default/1030056282398596617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-petite-fille.blogspot.com/2007/04/thursdaayyee.html' title='&gt;&gt;thursdaayyee'/><author><name>kyung tae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38576332.post-7605852823185020701</id><published>2007-03-22T19:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T19:13:12.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;&gt;thursday;</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'5'" width="'600'" border="'0'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;You scored as &lt;b&gt;Art&lt;/b&gt;. You should be an Art major! How bohemian!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'300'" border="'0'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Psychology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'100'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;100%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'100'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;100%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Art&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'100'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;100%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Theater&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'92'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;92%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Journalism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'92'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;92%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Engineering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'75'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;75%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Sociology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'75'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;75%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Philosophy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'75'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;75%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'75'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;75%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Anthropology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'75'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;75%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Linguistics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'75'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;75%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Mathematics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'67'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;67%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Biology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'42'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;42%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Chemistry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'25'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;25%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www2.blogger.com/" size="1" q_id=""&gt;What is your Perfect Major? (PLEASE RATE ME!!&amp;lt;3)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;created with &lt;a href="http://www2.blogger.com/"&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;haha try this quiz! super fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;i'm so happy i aced dance! yay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;but my 25% on my chemistry show my deep hatred towards the subject and the possible mark that i can get for my chem eoi next week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;math thingo today,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;i went to school at 7 and nat, zhiqi, and shijin was staring at me as if my face was covered with blue paint and asked me WHERE THE HELL IS THE BOARD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;and i was like I THOUGHT YOU HAVE IT. WHATTT YOU DON'T HAVE IT. YOU'VE GOT TO BE KIDDING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;i shall skip the nonsense cuz its too long and in the end, we used natalie's drawing block&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;so natalie is my lifesaver aka the one who saved my life k that was lame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;then we did the whole thing in one hour! can't believe it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I WAS SO PROUD OF MY GROUP! LOVE GROUP! YAYY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;ohh then me and shijin, while we were supposed to repond to the comments, we went around pinching other ppl's cheeks? hahaha we can be real lame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;AND I SHOCKED LIN LIKE THAT BY TELLING HER THAT I JUST PIERCED MY EAR when i just wore tienli's super duper cool magnetic earrings!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;she had this oh-my-god-i-can't-believe-you-did-it-you-are-insane expression&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;which made me and shijin laugh and laugh and laugh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;i think shijin's fringe is so cute! she looks more like a dinasour now (X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;its ok shijin (: you still have nice hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;then school ended at like 11? quite fast then expected. linn was bugging me to go to her house. i wanted to! but got chi lesson and i didn't do my homework?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;if only i did it then i could have gone to imm and eat chicken rice ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;sigghhh my chicken rice is gone already&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;someone, please tell me how to put the stripes for my adicolor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;saturday is the day after tomorrow. i want to put on my blue stripes cuz i'm in richard? like durhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i am so pissed right now cuz of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i thought i was your friend; guess i was wrong then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38576332-7605852823185020701?l=la-petite-fille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-petite-fille.blogspot.com/feeds/7605852823185020701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38576332&amp;postID=7605852823185020701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38576332/posts/default/7605852823185020701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38576332/posts/default/7605852823185020701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-petite-fille.blogspot.com/2007/03/thursday_22.html' title='&gt;&gt;thursday;'/><author><name>kyung tae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38576332.post-5041660262762030280</id><published>2007-03-22T19:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T19:13:04.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;&gt;thursday;</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'5'" width="'600'" border="'0'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;You scored as &lt;b&gt;Art&lt;/b&gt;. You should be an Art major! How bohemian!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'300'" border="'0'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Psychology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'100'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;100%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'100'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;100%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Art&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'100'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;100%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Theater&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'92'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;92%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Journalism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'92'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;92%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Engineering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'75'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;75%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Sociology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'75'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;75%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Philosophy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'75'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;75%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'75'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;75%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Anthropology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'75'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;75%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Linguistics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'75'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;75%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Mathematics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'67'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;67%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Biology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'42'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;42%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Chemistry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'25'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;25%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www2.blogger.com/" size="1" q_id=""&gt;What is your Perfect Major? (PLEASE RATE ME!!&amp;lt;3)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;created with &lt;a href="http://www2.blogger.com/"&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;haha try this quiz! super fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;i'm so happy i aced dance! yay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;but my 25% on my chemistry show my deep hatred towards the subject and the possible mark that i can get for my chem eoi next week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;math thingo today,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;i went to school at 7 and nat, zhiqi, and shijin was staring at me as if my face was covered with blue paint and asked me WHERE THE HELL IS THE BOARD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;and i was like I THOUGHT YOU HAVE IT. WHATTT YOU DON'T HAVE IT. YOU'VE GOT TO BE KIDDING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;i shall skip the nonsense cuz its too long and in the end, we used natalie's drawing block&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;so natalie is my lifesaver aka the one who saved my life k that was lame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;then we did the whole thing in one hour! can't believe it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I WAS SO PROUD OF MY GROUP! LOVE GROUP! YAYY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;ohh then me and shijin, while we were supposed to repond to the comments, we went around pinching other ppl's cheeks? hahaha we can be real lame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;AND I SHOCKED LIN LIKE THAT BY TELLING HER THAT I JUST PIERCED MY EAR when i just wore tienli's super duper cool magnetic earrings!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;she had this oh-my-god-i-can't-believe-you-did-it-you-are-insane expression&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;which made me and shijin laugh and laugh and laugh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;i think shijin's fringe is so cute! she looks more like a dinasour now (X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;its ok shijin (: you still have nice hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;then school ended at like 11? quite fast then expected. linn was bugging me to go to her house. i wanted to! but got chi lesson and i didn't do my homework?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;if only i did it then i could have gone to imm and eat chicken rice ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;sigghhh my chicken rice is gone already&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;someone, please tell me how to put the stripes for my adicolor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;saturday is the day after tomorrow. i want to put on my blue stripes cuz i'm in richard? like durhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i am so pissed right now cuz of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i thought i was your friend; guess i was wrong then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38576332-5041660262762030280?l=la-petite-fille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-petite-fille.blogspot.com/feeds/5041660262762030280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38576332&amp;postID=5041660262762030280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38576332/posts/default/5041660262762030280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38576332/posts/default/5041660262762030280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-petite-fille.blogspot.com/2007/03/thursday.html' title='&gt;&gt;thursday;'/><author><name>kyung tae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38576332.post-4143842376529607067</id><published>2007-03-03T15:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T15:20:36.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;&gt;saturday;</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;founder's day!&lt;br /&gt;k the first part, it was dead-boring. first speech was still okay though. it was the second speech that kept my mouth open. then in the middle of the speech (which was about 45 min) i got a note. it said "kyungtae, pls stop chatting wth your friends." then that's where i stopped talking and TRIED to listen. i at least TRIED. eunice goh kept telling me that agong (which i pronounced it as akong and dayna laughed at me) aka dayna has a blue helium balloon. :(&lt;br /&gt;THEN came the informal part and yay! the rhythmic gymnasts are like gummies (or rather, jellies) cuz they can stretch their legs like "that" in one go and holds it there, push push push to the sides until their legs were like 210 degrees (?) oh and i love the ribbons. SO PRETTY and SMOOTH! (:&lt;br /&gt;rj ppl sing very very well. sigghhhh i feel so loser.&lt;br /&gt;ohhhh and the cheerleaders. i really have to say that richard's pompom is like the nicest. and i love richard's skirt. but honestly, i quite like waddle's as well. except for the yellow part.&lt;br /&gt;cheerleaders from all 5 houses were like dancing together and the pyramid ROCKED. shi hui's pose was like WOAH x)&lt;br /&gt;and the split. yes the split. when i saw them splitting like that (wow here goes another gummy/jelly) i felt like like fainting. seriously&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was yawp and guess what. LD SEC TWOS GOT THIRD! 150 bucks! and we had the BEST ORIGINAL SCRIPT which is written by karen and melly. i was super happy cuz i get to go to the stage, shake mr burge the judge's hand and get our prizes! yayy! never been up to stage to get a prize before. well, i have lahh but that's in P6 graduation and everyone was going up to receive a "diploma" so it doesn't count (:&lt;br /&gt;and the whole thing ended at like 11:15? me and karen was dead dead cuz we had to take the bus home. well, i wasn't but she was cuz she has to take the bus until sengkang (hwachong is in bukit timah) and she will reach home around 12:30 and she has to pass by a park i repeat PARK to reach home. she said she'll not sleep that day i was like WHAT&lt;br /&gt;LD SEC TWOS ARE LOVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok the story behind us getting third prize for yawp :D&lt;br /&gt;on that day itself, me and the french girls (karen, steffi, farah) we only went to bishan for the test and came out immediately after that to change. and we were off the j8 and ate at delifrance. me and farah ate pizza, karen chicken lasagne and steffi a whole sandwich full of tuna.&lt;br /&gt;oh and for dessert we ate this cake which had chocolate syrup inside. YUM! x)))))))))))))))))))))&lt;br /&gt;then came out to take a cab in the cab stand but it was full with ppl! so we crossed the road and waited for 15 minutes. two of us were madly flagging for the cab and the other two madly calling for a cab. then finally, we called a cab. but then after we waited for another 10 minutes, the cab person called. actually the person called us like 3 times already but farah didn't answer and the driver thought the ride was canceled (?) and sighh but we met olivia who was apparently going to take a bus to hwachong so we followed her was 20 minutes late. sigghhhh.):&lt;br /&gt;oh and before that we got a call saying sarayoo had a fever of 42 degrees C and probably couldn't act. and daphne was late.&lt;br /&gt;what a day. now i shall revise for geog )x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38576332-4143842376529607067?l=la-petite-fille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-petite-fille.blogspot.com/feeds/4143842376529607067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38576332&amp;postID=4143842376529607067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38576332/posts/default/4143842376529607067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38576332/posts/default/4143842376529607067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-petite-fille.blogspot.com/2007/03/saturday_6834.html' title='&gt;&gt;saturday;'/><author><name>kyung tae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38576332.post-2987069235234219695</id><published>2007-03-03T15:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T15:20:35.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;&gt;saturday;</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;founder's day!&lt;br /&gt;k the first part, it was dead-boring. first speech was still okay though. it was the second speech that kept my mouth open. then in the middle of the speech (which was about 45 min) i got a note. it said "kyungtae, pls stop chatting wth your friends." then that's where i stopped talking and TRIED to listen. i at least TRIED. eunice goh kept telling me that agong (which i pronounced it as akong and dayna laughed at me) aka dayna has a blue helium balloon. :(&lt;br /&gt;THEN came the informal part and yay! the rhythmic gymnasts are like gummies (or rather, jellies) cuz they can stretch their legs like "that" in one go and holds it there, push push push to the sides until their legs were like 210 degrees (?) oh and i love the ribbons. SO PRETTY and SMOOTH! (:&lt;br /&gt;rj ppl sing very very well. sigghhhh i feel so loser.&lt;br /&gt;ohhhh and the cheerleaders. i really have to say that richard's pompom is like the nicest. and i love richard's skirt. but honestly, i quite like waddle's as well. except for the yellow part.&lt;br /&gt;cheerleaders from all 5 houses were like dancing together and the pyramid ROCKED. shi hui's pose was like WOAH x)&lt;br /&gt;and the split. yes the split. when i saw them splitting like that (wow here goes another gummy/jelly) i felt like like fainting. seriously&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was yawp and guess what. LD SEC TWOS GOT THIRD! 150 bucks! and we had the BEST ORIGINAL SCRIPT which is written by karen and melly. i was super happy cuz i get to go to the stage, shake mr burge the judge's hand and get our prizes! yayy! never been up to stage to get a prize before. well, i have lahh but that's in P6 graduation and everyone was going up to receive a "diploma" so it doesn't count (:&lt;br /&gt;and the whole thing ended at like 11:15? me and karen was dead dead cuz we had to take the bus home. well, i wasn't but she was cuz she has to take the bus until sengkang (hwachong is in bukit timah) and she will reach home around 12:30 and she has to pass by a park i repeat PARK to reach home. she said she'll not sleep that day i was like WHAT&lt;br /&gt;LD SEC TWOS ARE LOVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok the story behind us getting third prize for yawp :D&lt;br /&gt;on that day itself, me and the french girls (karen, steffi, farah) we only went to bishan for the test and came out immediately after that to change. and we were off the j8 and ate at delifrance. me and farah ate pizza, karen chicken lasagne and steffi a whole sandwich full of tuna.&lt;br /&gt;oh and for dessert we ate this cake which had chocolate syrup inside. YUM! x)))))))))))))))))))))&lt;br /&gt;then came out to take a cab in the cab stand but it was full with ppl! so we crossed the road and waited for 15 minutes. two of us were madly flagging for the cab and the other two madly calling for a cab. then finally, we called a cab. but then after we waited for another 10 minutes, the cab person called. actually the person called us like 3 times already but farah didn't answer and the driver thought the ride was canceled (?) and sighh but we met olivia who was apparently going to take a bus to hwachong so we followed her was 20 minutes late. sigghhhh.):&lt;br /&gt;oh and before that we got a call saying sarayoo had a fever of 42 degrees C and probably couldn't act. and daphne was late.&lt;br /&gt;what a day. now i shall revise for geog )x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38576332-2987069235234219695?l=la-petite-fille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-petite-fille.blogspot.com/feeds/2987069235234219695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38576332&amp;postID=2987069235234219695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38576332/posts/default/2987069235234219695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38576332/posts/default/2987069235234219695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-petite-fille.blogspot.com/2007/03/saturday_03.html' title='&gt;&gt;saturday;'/><author><name>kyung tae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38576332.post-7340920980822632676</id><published>2007-03-03T14:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T15:17:14.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>saturday;</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;founder's day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;k the first part, it was dead-boring. first speech was still okay though. it was the second speech that kept my mouth open. then in the middle of the speech (which was about 45 min) i got a note. it said "kyungtae, pls stop chatting wth your friends." then that's where i stopped talking and TRIED to listen. i at least TRIED. eunice goh kept telling me that agong (which i pronounced it as akong and dayna laughed at me) aka dayna has a blue helium balloon. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;THEN came the informal part and yay! the rhythmic gymnasts are like gummies (or rather, jellies) cuz they can stretch their legs like "that" in one go and holds it there, push push push to the sides until their legs were like 210 degrees (?) oh and i love the ribbons. SO PRETTY and SMOOTH! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;rj ppl sing very very well. sigghhhh i feel so loser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;ohhhh and the cheerleaders. i really have to say that richard's pompom is like the nicest. and i love richard's skirt. but honestly, i quite like waddle's as well. except for the yellow part.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;cheerleaders from all 5 houses were like dancing together and the pyramid ROCKED. shi hui's pose was like WOAH x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;and the split. yes the split. when i saw them splitting like that (wow here goes another gummy/jelly) i felt like like fainting. seriously&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;yesterday was yawp and guess what. LD SEC TWOS GOT THIRD! 150 bucks! and we had the BEST ORIGINAL SCRIPT which is written by karen and melly. i was super happy cuz i get to go to the stage, shake mr burge the judge's hand and get our prizes! yayy! never been up to stage to get a prize before. well, i have lahh but that's in P6 graduation and everyone was going up to receive a "diploma" so it doesn't count (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;and the whole thing ended at like 11:15? me and karen was dead dead cuz we had to take the bus home. well, i wasn't but she was cuz she has to take the bus until sengkang (hwachong is in bukit timah) and she will reach home around 12:30 and she has to pass by a park i repeat PARK to reach home. she said she'll not sleep that day i was like WHAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;LD SEC TWOS ARE LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;ok the story behind us getting third prize for yawp :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;on that day itself, me and the french girls (karen, steffi, farah) we only went to bishan for the test and came out immediately after that to change. and we were off the j8 and ate at delifrance. me and farah ate pizza, karen chicken lasagne and steffi a whole sandwich full of tuna. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;oh and for dessert we ate this cake which had chocolate syrup inside. YUM! x)))))))))))))))))))))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;then came out to take a cab in the cab stand but it was full with ppl! so we crossed the road and waited for 15 minutes. two of us were madly flagging for the cab and the other two madly calling for a cab. then finally, we called a cab. but then after we waited for another 10 minutes, the cab person called. actually the person called us like 3 times already but farah didn't answer and the driver thought the ride was canceled (?) and sighh but we met olivia who was apparently going to take a bus to hwachong so we followed her was 20 minutes late. sigghhhh.):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;oh and before that we got a call saying sarayoo had a fever of 42 degrees C and probably couldn't act. and daphne was late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;what a day. now i shall revise for geog )x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38576332-7340920980822632676?l=la-petite-fille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-petite-fille.blogspot.com/feeds/7340920980822632676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38576332&amp;postID=7340920980822632676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38576332/posts/default/7340920980822632676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38576332/posts/default/7340920980822632676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-petite-fille.blogspot.com/2007/03/saturday.html' title='saturday;'/><author><name>kyung tae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38576332.post-5515742234693203927</id><published>2007-02-27T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T23:26:24.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BAD DAY; absolutesuckiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ok i got booked today for being late for class like what the ___&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;[ok if you see underlines, it means its censored. you can fill in with whatever words you want to use]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;its that ____ teacher who booked like the half of 201 for being late for p.e. when we were standing barely 3 metres away from the netball court?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;can he like just excuse us or something? as in like, yes we are late A BIT. but we weren't so late that its bookable or what&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and then when we were q-ing up to get BOOKED, (goshh it sounds wrong mannn. i would LOVE to Q for food, not to get booked.) there were some sec 1s who went past us and i am SURE they did NOT go to the toilet or what. they were even later than us. i think its that teacher's students. no wonder they weren't booked. SO OBVIOUS LAHH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;_______________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;sheriously, my mind is like thrown to somewhere in MARS that i am so blur. the ten reason that supports what i just said...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;first, i got booked when i could just ran that ____ 3 metres away from netball court&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;second, i missed my learning lab replacements and wasted my money like that. ______(fyi, 54 bucks. ahhh i can't get my monthly allowance!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;third, i just screwed up my chinese homework&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;fourth, i can't concentrate for studying history AND french&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;fifth, i didn't know that we had a lit fa then totally flunked it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;sixth, i was stoning during history&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;seventh, i just got scolded from my dad for not learning new vocabs (deaddeadboring)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;eighth (did i even spell that correctly?) i can't even spell eighth, if its wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;nineth, i didn't write to my mortal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;tenth, i'm here blogging like an idiot when i'm supposed to be revising&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;sighhh, i'm so SCREWED UP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;life sucks at the moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38576332-5515742234693203927?l=la-petite-fille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-petite-fille.blogspot.com/feeds/5515742234693203927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38576332&amp;postID=5515742234693203927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38576332/posts/default/5515742234693203927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38576332/posts/default/5515742234693203927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-petite-fille.blogspot.com/2007/02/bad-day-absolutesuckiness.html' title='BAD DAY; absolutesuckiness'/><author><name>kyung tae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38576332.post-6526731019800238209</id><published>2007-02-14T20:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T20:26:23.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentines! &lt;333</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;valentine's day today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;got chocolates from my friends and gave them too (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;mrs fahy is leaving, and we had a party with her in the canteen and everyone was like staring, i was like, oh no, so embarrassing. but nehmind lahh. i will really miss mrs fahy. she haven't taught us bio yet and she's going.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;and i'm doing this stupid thing called chemistry. well, chem itself is kinda cool. but teachers? uh-uh *shakes head* lin says we got the suckiest teachers of rgs, well, thats according to her senior. but i totally agree with whoever her senior is. our teachers are _____ never mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;listening to jesse mccartney right now, because you live and beautiful soul just started. I THINK I'M OBSESSED WITH JESSE NOW! COZ OF LINNNNNNN! haha lin if you are reading this, dont be angry coz i think his songs are quite nice. but i don't think he is cute at all. (x aahhhah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;everday, you are stepping away from me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;and it seems, you will never return&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;i don't want to lose you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;just stay by me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;but i hate you at the same time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;and yet i can like you a bit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;the thing is, if you don't like me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;there is no reason for me to like you as well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;i still like you a lot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;but now you're making me mad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;coz i don't even know what i am talking about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i am so heartbroken now, did you know that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i am so disappointed in you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;forget that i exist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;i hate philo, don't you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38576332-6526731019800238209?l=la-petite-fille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-petite-fille.blogspot.com/feeds/6526731019800238209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38576332&amp;postID=6526731019800238209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38576332/posts/default/6526731019800238209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38576332/posts/default/6526731019800238209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-petite-fille.blogspot.com/2007/02/valentines-333.html' title='Valentines! &lt;333'/><author><name>kyung tae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38576332.post-117042193811991721</id><published>2007-02-02T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T21:12:18.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>friday; 020207: what a nice number!&lt;br /&gt;had petit test today, i think i'm so gonna flunk it. i was so confused in the imparfait and passe compose thingo and i was like PANIC..PANIC..&lt;strong&gt;PANIC&lt;/strong&gt; ok never mind&lt;br /&gt;and there is somethin wrong with this computer right now, dunno why also. i think its coz i downloaded mac games when my computer isn't a mac. how dumb&lt;br /&gt;currently, my friends who are taking bio are suffering coz they have to write super long journals and i'm like writing very short, the size of the A5 rgs exercise book. only one page some more. hehh i feel so bad&lt;br /&gt;but i have problem with chem. i mean its like, not to be mean lahh but sometimes i really don't get what my teacher is saying. maybe its my fault lahh but even if i ask her questions, she thinks she is answering my question when she just goes on and on about some complex stuff. the sec 4s actually try to change teacher by writing a petition or something and our teacher actually cried whic is quite scary. but unfortunately, thats the sad truth. i bet she can be better! jiayou mrs ___!&lt;br /&gt;but sometimes, i just cannot stand my math teacher. she can really piss me off sometimes. maybe its just me who can't cope with her method of teaching. if she sees me trying to to do the puzzle behind the worksheet, she'll be like "DON'T DO THIS YET!!!WE ARE NOT THERE YET!!!WOULD YOU PLEASE NOT DO THAT?" and i will be like WHAT;; which teacher hates students who tries to do more work? isn't it just so strange?&lt;br /&gt;and i'm being very nice today and keep some things to myself and not let others see. like today's assembly, that mean girl cheryl was like posting about annie and i felt real bad coz i did that to my physics teacher last year. so i shall not post everything i feel and be nice and NOT POST ABOUT MY PRIVATE STUFF LIKE ADDRESS, PHONE NUMBER AND STUFF LIKE THAT COZ OR ELSE A GODDAMN STUPID RAPIST WILL COME AFTER ME AND RAPE ME. not funny, i shall from now on be more protective of myself HAHA&lt;br /&gt;oh wait, didn't i just say its not funny? i can be real lame sometimes right?&lt;br /&gt;LIN YOU CAN COME TO MY HOUSE AND BAKE CHOCOLATE CHIP COOOKIES BUT DON'T BE MAD AT ME WHEN THE OVEN IS NOT WORKING COZ I NEVER USED IT BEFORE LEHH&lt;br /&gt;haha i love chocolate. chocolate is LOVE&lt;br /&gt;and maneater too! such a nice dance song&lt;br /&gt;my friend amanda can ice skate! so cool! just like emu (x&lt;br /&gt;LIKE SHHHHHHHHHHHERRRRRRRRRRRRIOUSSLYYYYYYYYYYYY LINNNNNNNNNNNN &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38576332-117042193811991721?l=la-petite-fille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-petite-fille.blogspot.com/feeds/117042193811991721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38576332&amp;postID=117042193811991721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38576332/posts/default/117042193811991721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38576332/posts/default/117042193811991721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-petite-fille.blogspot.com/2007/02/friday-020207-what-nice-number-had.html' title=''/><author><name>kyung tae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38576332.post-116982185411102593</id><published>2007-01-26T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T22:30:54.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;&gt;friday</title><content type='html'>yo i'm back with the same url but with a different url (:&lt;br /&gt;and guess what, today was the worst day of my life&lt;br /&gt;i don't know why i mess up every audition, starting from cheerleading audition, syf audition and now to DANCE audition&lt;br /&gt;this was really impt and i really wanted to join dance but i think its just not my thing. not to good for it lahh&lt;br /&gt;oh my goshh, this can't be happening to me&lt;br /&gt;like SHHHHHEEERIOUSLLLYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPECIAL THANKS TO MY DEARIE BESTIE LINNIELICIOUSLY LINNIE FOR COACHING ME FOR MY ROUTINE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now! eenette has finally announced to me that i'm not in dance&lt;br /&gt;well, not her fault though, MY fault ALL MY FAULT &lt;br /&gt;I SUCKKKKKKKK, LIKE SHERIOUSLY, ehmm signaling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;house prac tomorrow and i have to wake up at 6&lt;br /&gt;shitshitshit ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38576332-116982185411102593?l=la-petite-fille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-petite-fille.blogspot.com/feeds/116982185411102593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38576332&amp;postID=116982185411102593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38576332/posts/default/116982185411102593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38576332/posts/default/116982185411102593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-petite-fille.blogspot.com/2007/01/friday.html' title='&gt;&gt;friday'/><author><name>kyung tae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38576332.post-116867495500465144</id><published>2007-01-13T15:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T19:17:06.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;&gt;saturday</title><content type='html'>house prac today,&lt;br /&gt;the sec ones seemed really tired and the pits were complaining that the gym was sooo cold&lt;br /&gt;haha, i was enjoying a little bit of aircon while they were freezing (x&lt;br /&gt;was supposed to teach massdance but sec ones were NOT interested at ALL&lt;br /&gt;yeahh but i understand, i was once a sec one too! haha i feel so old&lt;br /&gt;for massdance, ada was doing the talking and they only looked at ada. corrections, they were only ABLE to look at ada coz i was too short. well, not my problem though. the sec ones this year are SOOOOOOOOO tall. i was like OH NOOOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, while going to MOELC, zann, ee(wen), anqi, and two other friends of zann and i were playing this game called "WHOOSH" in the bus. i fell once and i squished zann so she couldn't breathe. and practically the whole bus was staring at us, as if we are retarded or something. actually, we were (:&lt;br /&gt;zann says i'm not so bad for a first time player. she was good though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got ballet later at 5:30&lt;br /&gt;i think i overstretched my muscle while doing a split yesterday, i'm gonna kill myself during ballet. oh godd&lt;br /&gt;dance auditions on tuesday! i'm sooo scared. i think tiffany is really really irritated by me coz i kept asking her about what she did for dance auditions&lt;br /&gt;she can like split so well lahhh. huhhh not fairrrrr&lt;br /&gt;sighh, i didn't get into cheerleading AND SYF. there is something really wrong with me i guess. i can't make it to ANY AUDITION. guess what, expect kyungtae to fail her audition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEY EVERYBODY KYUNGTAE IS A PIECE OF SHIT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38576332-116867495500465144?l=la-petite-fille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-petite-fille.blogspot.com/feeds/116867495500465144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38576332&amp;postID=116867495500465144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38576332/posts/default/116867495500465144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38576332/posts/default/116867495500465144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-petite-fille.blogspot.com/2007/01/saturday.html' title='&gt;&gt;saturday'/><author><name>kyung tae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
