<?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-3345314101494688118</id><updated>2011-11-24T01:37:31.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG - Oh My Grace</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schweetdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345314101494688118/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schweetdevil.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345314101494688118/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Grace Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15712550636934555228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/Sx55dr_8DAI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/Nl0i8aTpJJU/S220/DSC03305.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>182</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345314101494688118.post-3660445644832090765</id><published>2011-11-24T00:47:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T01:33:18.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lazy Ass Of An Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CL-_QmFpMs8/Ts0ki3JhplI/AAAAAAAABEM/K9-kVCgloV8/s1600/ww.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;It's been a long time ever since I was here. Felt like it has been ages.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CL-_QmFpMs8/Ts0ki3JhplI/AAAAAAAABEM/K9-kVCgloV8/s1600/ww.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;OMG. Last post in September wtf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CL-_QmFpMs8/Ts0ki3JhplI/AAAAAAAABEM/K9-kVCgloV8/s1600/ww.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;It has also been a long time since I had put any pictures here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CL-_QmFpMs8/Ts0ki3JhplI/AAAAAAAABEM/K9-kVCgloV8/s1600/ww.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Lazy as fuck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CL-_QmFpMs8/Ts0ki3JhplI/AAAAAAAABEM/K9-kVCgloV8/s1600/ww.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CL-_QmFpMs8/Ts0ki3JhplI/AAAAAAAABEM/K9-kVCgloV8/s1600/ww.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;And how come suddenly my words are underlined? Come on blogger, I know it's been a long time, but must you treat me like that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Since I am so lazy, I shall just spam this post with pictures of me (where I am barely even visible) and Sher. Oh, I'll put caption though. This much, is all that I am doing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Note: If you click on the underlined words, you'll be directed to the pictures. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;THE SAME PICTURES OVER AND OVER AGAIN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; But then again, you might or might not have already know about that. Idk wth happened. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CL-_QmFpMs8/Ts0ki3JhplI/AAAAAAAABEM/K9-kVCgloV8/s1600/ww.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0fzUm_XNmKI/Ts0kb5ctLjI/AAAAAAAABDY/2uWaS1a5Mz8/s400/Untitledss.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678234766880353842" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Sher: I just got back from watching Breaking Dawn. OMG it's so nice!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Me: Oh so happy for you! *fakes a big ass happy grin*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W0tEablIzVs/Ts0kdkMab9I/AAAAAAAABD8/6YwP77o7PWk/s400/Untitleduu.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678234795534610386" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Sher: Jacob's so hot, like jalapenos hot. *fans mouth vigorously*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;I was clearly dissatisfied.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ogJtvq63GOQ/Ts0kcm11KPI/AAAAAAAABDk/sYxlvHerbsc/s400/Untitledssd.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678234779065329906" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Sher: Woah, so very hawt!! *still fanning her mouth vigorously*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Me: *just gonna print screen that*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0fzUm_XNmKI/Ts0kb5ctLjI/AAAAAAAABDY/2uWaS1a5Mz8/s1600/Untitledss.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CL-_QmFpMs8/Ts0ki3JhplI/AAAAAAAABEM/K9-kVCgloV8/s400/ww.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678234886522119762" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sher: You're not the only one with the pao face!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me: Well, I still win you =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(why is it underlined again?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-klYCnBoRUSI/Ts0kbTwyFuI/AAAAAAAABDM/qi5eY2UFqHY/s400/Untitleds.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678234756764014306" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sher: I miss you so much I am gonna kiss you naooo! *muacks*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me: *horrified and backs away from screen*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But on second thought, I shall just kiss you as well!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*muacks*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e2-E4THfqoc/Ts0kEojsJ9I/AAAAAAAABCw/Cg60iC5BCbc/s400/Untitledgf.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678234367209252818" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OMG what did we just do?!?!?? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gp_TDHPnuko/Ts0kD2ClJ6I/AAAAAAAABCk/svjWsHVic0c/s400/Untitledas.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678234353648609186" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sher: Yummeh! Nahh don't worry its nothing we were just kissing over Skype! We are naughty like that =P *thinking of naughty thoughts*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me: WHAT?! How could you say it was nothing?!?? We are both GIRLS! *Cue Katy Perry's "I Kissed A Girl"*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lN0g_skSE6s/Ts0kDLQGpDI/AAAAAAAABCY/bcU_YFXl1vw/s1600/Untitledddd.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-88Mu4OLlQag/Ts0kC4jHabI/AAAAAAAABCM/-KmoQKgEVS0/s400/ff.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678234337142073778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lN0g_skSE6s/Ts0kDLQGpDI/AAAAAAAABCY/bcU_YFXl1vw/s1600/Untitledddd.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;Sher: You liked it &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lN0g_skSE6s/Ts0kDLQGpDI/AAAAAAAABCY/bcU_YFXl1vw/s1600/Untitledddd.png" style="text-align: left; " onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;didn't you? Don't&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lN0g_skSE6s/Ts0kDLQGpDI/AAAAAAAABCY/bcU_YFXl1vw/s1600/Untitledddd.png" style="text-align: left; " onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; display: inline !important; "&gt; worry, we are not lesbians! Well, not at least when I have my MOUSTACHE! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lN0g_skSE6s/Ts0kDLQGpDI/AAAAAAAABCY/bcU_YFXl1vw/s1600/Untitledddd.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;Me: So if I grow a stache as well we'll be gays?? :D&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lN0g_skSE6s/Ts0kDLQGpDI/AAAAAAAABCY/bcU_YFXl1vw/s1600/Untitledddd.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lN0g_skSE6s/Ts0kDLQGpDI/AAAAAAAABCY/bcU_YFXl1vw/s1600/Untitledddd.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-av2ekM1n1p4/Ts0kE9X7jaI/AAAAAAAABC8/4tubvdlBqS4/s400/Untitledhh.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678234372797074850" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lN0g_skSE6s/Ts0kDLQGpDI/AAAAAAAABCY/bcU_YFXl1vw/s1600/Untitledddd.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;Sher: Oh well, never mind, let's just drop it aights.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lN0g_skSE6s/Ts0kDLQGpDI/AAAAAAAABCY/bcU_YFXl1vw/s1600/Untitledddd.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;Me: Ohh. :(&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lN0g_skSE6s/Ts0kDLQGpDI/AAAAAAAABCY/bcU_YFXl1vw/s1600/Untitledddd.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;Sher: Let's just camwhore instead :D&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lN0g_skSE6s/Ts0kDLQGpDI/AAAAAAAABCY/bcU_YFXl1vw/s1600/Untitledddd.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So we camwhored, a lil. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7RD2gs3rbRM/Ts0kcwS_JJI/AAAAAAAABDw/hR2QUia-Hc8/s400/Untitledsssssss.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678234781603538066" style="text-align: center;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lN0g_skSE6s/Ts0kDLQGpDI/AAAAAAAABCY/bcU_YFXl1vw/s400/Untitledddd.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678234342162605106" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Total epic fail LOL&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;u&gt;But we had fun. :D&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;u&gt;p/s: Sher, don't kill me. I love youuu. &amp;lt;3 &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;u&gt;That's pretty much for this post. Can't expect much from a lazy ass blogger like me. &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Right. So that is all kthxbaiiiii!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3345314101494688118-3660445644832090765?l=schweetdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schweetdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/3660445644832090765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3345314101494688118&amp;postID=3660445644832090765&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345314101494688118/posts/default/3660445644832090765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345314101494688118/posts/default/3660445644832090765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schweetdevil.blogspot.com/2011/11/lazy-ass-update.html' title='The Lazy Ass Of An Update'/><author><name>Grace Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15712550636934555228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/Sx55dr_8DAI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/Nl0i8aTpJJU/S220/DSC03305.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0fzUm_XNmKI/Ts0kb5ctLjI/AAAAAAAABDY/2uWaS1a5Mz8/s72-c/Untitledss.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345314101494688118.post-4584952542681319099</id><published>2011-09-20T01:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T01:32:47.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jealousy and Eating In Class</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is wrong. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't know why am I feeling this way when I clearly shouldn't be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jealousy? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For real, you are getting jealous?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why? Should you even be feeling this in the first place?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What is wrong with you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I guess it just got me to start thinking, to start contemplating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Of what I should be doing with me. Myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No point thinking in the first place because problem won't be solved as the cause of the problem cannot be fixed: ME.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why am I feeling so down in the first place?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jealousy. It does nasty things. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well well, just not think about it then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Should think about happy things instead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Like how I was in Sunday's (18/09/2011) The Star paper (yes I appeared in the paper) and I shall somehow quote myself: "I eat in class"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Or something like that. Great. I can't even quote myself. What a disgrace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But yes that was my once in a lifetime chance to appear in the papers and this is what I said that was imprinted forever for everyone to see. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My five minutes of 'fame', and all I could say was "I eat in class" plus a little of something else. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Must be wrong. In my head. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3345314101494688118-4584952542681319099?l=schweetdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schweetdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/4584952542681319099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3345314101494688118&amp;postID=4584952542681319099&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345314101494688118/posts/default/4584952542681319099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345314101494688118/posts/default/4584952542681319099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schweetdevil.blogspot.com/2011/09/jealousy-and-eating-in-class.html' title='Jealousy and Eating In Class'/><author><name>Grace Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15712550636934555228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/Sx55dr_8DAI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/Nl0i8aTpJJU/S220/DSC03305.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345314101494688118.post-870974350457722904</id><published>2011-09-20T01:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T01:17:19.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Next time I'll be braver;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'll be my own savior,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Standing on my own two feet.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3345314101494688118-870974350457722904?l=schweetdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schweetdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/870974350457722904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3345314101494688118&amp;postID=870974350457722904&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345314101494688118/posts/default/870974350457722904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345314101494688118/posts/default/870974350457722904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schweetdevil.blogspot.com/2011/09/next-time-ill-be-braver-ill-be-my-own.html' title=''/><author><name>Grace Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15712550636934555228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/Sx55dr_8DAI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/Nl0i8aTpJJU/S220/DSC03305.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345314101494688118.post-7166776889294768111</id><published>2011-08-16T01:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T01:41:49.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All Of A Sudden</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hi, how y'all doing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Have not been updating cause of several reasons that I will not state. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just want to say how stupid I really am. Wait, no. That's wrong. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just want to say how stupid my laptop is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have not been transferring my stuff from my phone to my computer for over a year now cause the Sony Ericsson thing in my computer keeps telling me that it has stopped working, yada yada yada. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Incidentally, I have not been camwhoring for quite some time now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I mean as in camwhoring properly. And today, out of a sudden, I just decided to do it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So now I proudly include ONE (yes only one) of the shots that I took today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t4n4oN9w2bU/TklV5RmFNOI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/NqSpJjVhD6U/s400/DSC05054.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641134450722288866" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, it's faceless. Is it intentional? NO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why would I intentionally put my faceless picture there?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay fine it's intentional. I don't know why, but I just decided to put up this picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, maybe cause I want you people to focus on my awesome&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; PINK&lt;/span&gt; blouse. Plus my awesome &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;HAIR &lt;/span&gt;as well. I repermed it, around last month? Yeah, around last month. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know I said earlier that I have not been transferring files and everything, so today, out of a sudden (again) I decided to just plug in the usb(?) and magically, IT WORKS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I have been happily transferring a year full of files the whole night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Also today, my uncle and aunt and my lil cousin decided to pay me a visit before flying off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They fetched me and decided to go Subang Parade. Out of a sudden (YES I KNOW AGAIN) uncle said let's go have TGI Fridays. Well, one wouldn't reject right? Cause if you do, you are just plain stupid. Really. REALLY STUPID.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then when I came back, out of a sudden (I know this is getting really boring) a Lisha appeared. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That was kinda surprising, as I wasn't expecting her. So yeah. That's why.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But because of all the 'All of A Sudden' events that happened, it all made today an amazing and an awesome day. If only today happens everyday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay wait no, cannot, cause it will then make it 'No More All of A Sudden' anymore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ending this post with an awesome picture of me, cause I decided that after you've seen my pink blouse and my hair, you would like to see my face. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;P/S: Even if you don't, well, you don't have to. But, what are you doing in my blog if you don't want to see my face? Mind boggling, innit? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mT87sQDEBpw/TklV5fUvw5I/AAAAAAAAA-g/_eVLox-gZTQ/s1600/edit1.1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 348px; height: 350px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mT87sQDEBpw/TklV5fUvw5I/AAAAAAAAA-g/_eVLox-gZTQ/s400/edit1.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641134454407676818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LEGOS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3345314101494688118-7166776889294768111?l=schweetdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schweetdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/7166776889294768111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3345314101494688118&amp;postID=7166776889294768111&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345314101494688118/posts/default/7166776889294768111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345314101494688118/posts/default/7166776889294768111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schweetdevil.blogspot.com/2011/08/all-of-sudden.html' title='All Of A Sudden'/><author><name>Grace Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15712550636934555228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/Sx55dr_8DAI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/Nl0i8aTpJJU/S220/DSC03305.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t4n4oN9w2bU/TklV5RmFNOI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/NqSpJjVhD6U/s72-c/DSC05054.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345314101494688118.post-3723403069933011156</id><published>2011-07-22T12:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T13:28:28.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Xia Xue, SpongeBob and NigaHiga</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yesterday, I was reading Xia Xue's blog when I came upon this picture&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vb17bqGJ-NM/Tij9dhaVhSI/AAAAAAAAA80/PY8YlMNBWE0/s400/P1040392e.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 337px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632030017653671202" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I stared at this picture for a couple of minutes and I can't help but think that there is something wrong with this picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's like .. her head seems out of place and it looks like her head is suddenly popped out from .... somewhere. Well, my main point is, its not proportional, that's all. And &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;maybe its the way she PS-ed her picture that's why its looking like that. The longer I stare at it, the creepier it gets. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't get me wrong, its only this picture that looks like that. Her PS skills are awesome. And of course, naturally, this picture does not belong to me, I got it from her &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;a href="http://xiaxue.blogspot.com/"&gt;blog &lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On another note, I'm gonna talk about sponge. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SpongeBob to be exact.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.wikia.com/nickelodeon/images/d/d9/Spongebob-Happy-spongebob-squarepants-154897_338_432.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 338px; height: 432px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You know, some people who find SpongeBob annoying and nonsensical? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeahh well, the people who cannot stand SpongeBob is because they themselves are too serious. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There, I've said it. Yes, they are too serious that is why they cannot accept SpongeBob. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They think he's crazy, childish and annoying because that person is not crazy, not childish and not annoying. In simple words, that person is a boring person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the next time someone tells me they don't like SpongeBob, I will know what kind of people they are. They are lifeless human beings. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On another musical note, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;*ahem*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Congrats Ryan on his 4mil subscribers on YouTube.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://iamkoream.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/TOC-0910-ryan.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 330px; height: 493px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeayy Ryan and his 4 mil subscribers !!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I less than three you, Ryan but its lesser than how much I less than three KevJumba.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You're second though. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And because of you, I am now sick ............&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;WITH BIEBER FEV-&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh kayyyy I'm not gonna use his joke it's lame. Well, technically, not him lame (cause he already is) but me lame cause .. well, I don't know why either. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But Beiber or not, it's true. I'm sick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With flu. Ugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3345314101494688118-3723403069933011156?l=schweetdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schweetdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/3723403069933011156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3345314101494688118&amp;postID=3723403069933011156&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345314101494688118/posts/default/3723403069933011156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345314101494688118/posts/default/3723403069933011156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schweetdevil.blogspot.com/2011/07/of-xia-xue-spongebob-and-nigahiga.html' title='Of Xia Xue, SpongeBob and NigaHiga'/><author><name>Grace Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15712550636934555228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/Sx55dr_8DAI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/Nl0i8aTpJJU/S220/DSC03305.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vb17bqGJ-NM/Tij9dhaVhSI/AAAAAAAAA80/PY8YlMNBWE0/s72-c/P1040392e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345314101494688118.post-4779054408312153422</id><published>2011-07-05T03:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T03:39:53.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures Of A Bitch</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;QUESTION: HAVE YOU EVER SEEN A BITCH?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;EVER WONDER HOW ONE LOOKS LIKE?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(no I'm not talking about a female dog)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well wonder no more cause now I provide PICTURES to show the world how a bitch looks like.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Basically, a bitch looks like this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y3PNdXUBWqM/ThIR0E-zhsI/AAAAAAAAA8k/ZtjHTnui0G0/s400/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-29%2Bat%2B02.43%2B%25232.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625578470927206082" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And poses for the camera like this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QvdXr5jSm7o/ThIRz0DBy3I/AAAAAAAAA8c/-FPiUloFQYc/s400/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-29%2Bat%2B02.42%2B%25234.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625578466381515634" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A bitch looks like any other girl in the world, except that she's a bitch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why I'm saying that this girl above here is a bitch:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1) Bitch rarely talks to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2) Bitch constantly ignores me when I'm having an actual conversation with her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3) A bitch is a bitch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And the MAIN REASON why this BITCH is A BITCH:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This &lt;b&gt;BITCH&lt;/b&gt; came back without informing me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And gave me a &lt;b&gt;SURPRISE&lt;/b&gt; when she texted me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Which resulted in me having one of the &lt;b&gt;BEST DAYS&lt;/b&gt; of my life in 2011.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yo bitch, you make me don't wanna ever leave this town. EVER.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Marry me or something? I will be happy. FOREVER.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*shyt. it rhymes too. see, i AM poetic after all.*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rQVtyZgW9hk/ThIU2q380uI/AAAAAAAAA8s/5FlVjt5P6pI/s400/DSC01279.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625581813993624290" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I LOVE YOU BITCH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love you to bits and pieces.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And no, I don't know when this picture was taken. It was somewhere in my computer and I managed to dig it out. All I can say is, this was taken YEARS AGO, where we were both young and ugly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, I admit that we are now older and PRETTIER. *coughs*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But you're still a bitch, BITCH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3345314101494688118-4779054408312153422?l=schweetdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schweetdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/4779054408312153422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3345314101494688118&amp;postID=4779054408312153422&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345314101494688118/posts/default/4779054408312153422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345314101494688118/posts/default/4779054408312153422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schweetdevil.blogspot.com/2011/07/pictures-of-bitch.html' title='Pictures Of A Bitch'/><author><name>Grace Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15712550636934555228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/Sx55dr_8DAI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/Nl0i8aTpJJU/S220/DSC03305.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y3PNdXUBWqM/ThIR0E-zhsI/AAAAAAAAA8k/ZtjHTnui0G0/s72-c/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-29%2Bat%2B02.43%2B%25232.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345314101494688118.post-5267921553392515415</id><published>2011-06-20T16:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T17:25:44.018+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Homesick</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was forced to write a new entry for my blog because one of my 'readers' demanded(threatened) me to do so.&lt;br /&gt;So fine, this is for you. Feel touched?&lt;br /&gt;Well, don't. Cause you owe me yet ANOTHER meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homesick, according to &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" href="http://www.thefreedictionary.com/"&gt;The Free Dictionary.com &lt;/a&gt;means,&lt;br /&gt;acutely longing for one's family or home OR depressed or melancholy at being away from home and family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes that is the meaning of homesick. And that is what I will be talking about.&lt;br /&gt;Boring, you say. Yes what to do I am a boring person, I write boring things, if I'm boring you, then look me in my eyes that will be boring into yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I'm trying to say is that before I left for college, I've heard people saying that they are homesick, that they want to go home, that they miss their family. I admit I was worried that that will happen to me too after I'm in Subang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recurring thoughts of "what if I miss my mum and dad?", "what if I cannot get used to this place", "what if I cannot sleep at night?" and all the "what if's" came rushing towards me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after a year, all that I can say is, HOMESICKNESS is a ton of BULLSHIT.&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least for me.&lt;br /&gt;Why? Because I did not feel the longing for my family or my home or bed or kitchen or toilet or whatsoever. As a matter of fact, I managed to sleep very well every single night and I've grown fond of the bed I have in my hostel. If I wanted to see my parents there's Skype.&lt;br /&gt;And just because I don't feel homesick does that make me care less about my family back here in Taiping?&lt;br /&gt;NO. For some unknown reason, I care more about them (which is good) and I learn to appreciate them more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've come to a conclusion that a person that seldom goes back does not necessarily mean that they don't care about their family. They just don't see the need of going back every other weekend and coming back again a few days later.&lt;br /&gt;So don't go behind my back talking about how irresponsible I am as a daughter who seldom comes back as much as compared to other daughters/sons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND if seasickness = suffering from nausea and dizziness,&lt;br /&gt;THEN homesickness = suffering from staying at home too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That definition was from The Grace Dictionary.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3345314101494688118-5267921553392515415?l=schweetdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schweetdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/5267921553392515415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3345314101494688118&amp;postID=5267921553392515415&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345314101494688118/posts/default/5267921553392515415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345314101494688118/posts/default/5267921553392515415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schweetdevil.blogspot.com/2011/06/homesick.html' title='Homesick'/><author><name>Grace Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15712550636934555228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/Sx55dr_8DAI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/Nl0i8aTpJJU/S220/DSC03305.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345314101494688118.post-4894730403277146777</id><published>2011-05-20T23:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T23:56:57.434+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Whip My Hair Back And Forth???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, I will 'just whip it', IF its gonna make my hair dry faster.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I need sleep. And my hair is not dry yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Have not been sleeping well for this whole week. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I barely slept yesterday =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why? Because this week was way too hectic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Three tests and two deadlines !!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The lecturers think we're robots??!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay got sidetracked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;See, it's times like these that I wished I don't have such thick head full of hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Because, I clearly need sleep and the hair on my head don't seem to be drying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;IF I've had less hair, then it'll dry faster then I'll be able to sleep earlier as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No lorr I don't use hair dryer one because I stupid mahh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ahahahaha no.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's because I hate hair dryers. It makes me look like a lion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I don't want to be a lion. Unicorn still acceptable. But not lion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But if whipping my hair back and forth will make my hair dry faster, I will do it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I am not doing it, because it doesn't help with drying my hair, but instead, it will help with a trip to see the doctor for hurting my neck, like what happened to Willow Smith due to whipping her hair,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; back and forth. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3345314101494688118-4894730403277146777?l=schweetdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schweetdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/4894730403277146777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3345314101494688118&amp;postID=4894730403277146777&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345314101494688118/posts/default/4894730403277146777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345314101494688118/posts/default/4894730403277146777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schweetdevil.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-whip-my-hair-back-and-forth.html' title='I Whip My Hair Back And Forth???'/><author><name>Grace Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15712550636934555228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/Sx55dr_8DAI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/Nl0i8aTpJJU/S220/DSC03305.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345314101494688118.post-763747911400036762</id><published>2011-05-08T18:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T19:24:35.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Mother's Happy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just a quick post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Mother's Day to all mothers out there.&lt;br /&gt;All of you are great women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, to my mum.&lt;br /&gt;Mummy, Happy Mother's Day to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-isHOgnaFEbg/TcZ3Qxit7qI/AAAAAAAAA8A/VVsikUyvfwU/s1600/Picture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-isHOgnaFEbg/TcZ3Qxit7qI/AAAAAAAAA8A/VVsikUyvfwU/s400/Picture.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604297916369727138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love you so much that words cannot express my love and gratitude towards you.&lt;br /&gt;Everything that you've done for me; from the tears that you've shed for me, to the hurt that I've put you through, the times where I am a mess and you had to bear with it, to pick up after me(still do) and up to the laughter, the joy and everything that we've shared together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything that makes you my mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna thank you for everything that you've done for me, for you're the only one that would go to great lengths and do all that you've done for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Mummy. You are awesome(likemehhhh. So vain still wanna brag even it's for her own mother). I love you. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;p/s: That woman next to me is not my mum actually. It's my half-sister.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously. I am not joking.&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;Then again, yes I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I just want to say how much I don't like the new Mozilla Firefox 4.0.&lt;br /&gt;IF I've known how it would be, I would not even upgrade it. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;The tabs are on top of the page. Not that it wasn't on the top of the page last time, but now it's even TOPPER. If that word even exists.&lt;br /&gt;NOW it looks like Google freaking Chrome.&lt;br /&gt;Don't like don't like don't like don't like DISLIKE !!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't believe me then look at the picture below.&lt;br /&gt;(Click to enlarge it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ynFOHVSTLRc/TcZ3j-R_m6I/AAAAAAAAA8I/K1m3epjaTvo/s1600/tabs.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ynFOHVSTLRc/TcZ3j-R_m6I/AAAAAAAAA8I/K1m3epjaTvo/s400/tabs.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604298246206757794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nahhh.&lt;br /&gt;And I even had a problem searching for the 'Refresh' icon.&lt;br /&gt;AND yes I know it's too Gossip Girly. Total coincidence I swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just that I decided to put that picture of Chuck and Blair as my background for my Twitter page. And then I decided to change my persona for Firefox, for previously it was the Vampire Diaries. So, there, that's how it ended up so Gossip Girly. Too much of Gossip Girl if you'd ask me, but I don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3345314101494688118-763747911400036762?l=schweetdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schweetdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/763747911400036762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3345314101494688118&amp;postID=763747911400036762&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345314101494688118/posts/default/763747911400036762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345314101494688118/posts/default/763747911400036762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schweetdevil.blogspot.com/2011/05/day-mothers-happy.html' title='Day Mother&apos;s Happy.'/><author><name>Grace Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15712550636934555228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/Sx55dr_8DAI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/Nl0i8aTpJJU/S220/DSC03305.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-isHOgnaFEbg/TcZ3Qxit7qI/AAAAAAAAA8A/VVsikUyvfwU/s72-c/Picture.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345314101494688118.post-3134540609062391059</id><published>2011-05-02T01:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T02:01:34.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Right Now</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now.&lt;br /&gt;At this moment.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like dying.&lt;br /&gt;I. Want. To. Die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to leave this house,&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to leave my room,&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to leave my bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone kill me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3345314101494688118-3134540609062391059?l=schweetdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schweetdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/3134540609062391059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3345314101494688118&amp;postID=3134540609062391059&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345314101494688118/posts/default/3134540609062391059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345314101494688118/posts/default/3134540609062391059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schweetdevil.blogspot.com/2011/05/right-now.html' title='Right Now'/><author><name>Grace Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15712550636934555228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/Sx55dr_8DAI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/Nl0i8aTpJJU/S220/DSC03305.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345314101494688118.post-3937774927409852488</id><published>2011-04-30T02:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T02:42:27.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry if I've had broken my pledge towards you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have my own personal pledges to attend to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3345314101494688118-3937774927409852488?l=schweetdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schweetdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/3937774927409852488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3345314101494688118&amp;postID=3937774927409852488&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345314101494688118/posts/default/3937774927409852488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345314101494688118/posts/default/3937774927409852488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schweetdevil.blogspot.com/2011/04/im-sorry-if-ive-had-broken-my-pledge.html' title=''/><author><name>Grace Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15712550636934555228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/Sx55dr_8DAI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/Nl0i8aTpJJU/S220/DSC03305.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345314101494688118.post-1621912317504059346</id><published>2011-04-26T20:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T21:28:02.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Is Not A Science Related Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer me frankly, do I look like this???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://astrobiology.nasa.gov/team/images/2006/arc/1637/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 396px;" src="http://astrobiology.nasa.gov/team/images/2006/arc/1637/6.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OR MAYBE, like this???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://alexisrockman.net/files/gimgs/12_microorganism.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 543px; height: 415px;" src="http://alexisrockman.net/files/gimgs/12_microorganism.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So which one is it?&lt;br /&gt;The first picture or the second one?&lt;br /&gt;(If you still haven't guessed it yet, those are microorganisms.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I can answer you very frankly that I am feeling like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://de.toonpool.com/user/997/files/microscope_looking_273785.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 357px;" src="http://de.toonpool.com/user/997/files/microscope_looking_273785.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No I am not feeling like whatever the unshaven-gray-bearded-old-man is feeling. In my opinion though, I'm thinking he's feeling disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am feeling like the words that are in the dialogue box. Well, who said those words? Whatever that was on the slide. What are usually on those slides? Specimen. Microorganisms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which was why I was asking do I look like a microorganism?&lt;br /&gt;Because I feel like I am being watched. I feel like I am being observed. Like I am a specimen under a freaking microscope and I am being watched for my every move, every action, everything I say, under close proximity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay, How fun.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah you wanna know something funner?&lt;br /&gt;Because I am a freaking specimen, I am supposed to report everything that I do, everywhere that I go, everything that I eat, how many split ends do I have, what color my shit is, yada yada yada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOES THIS STILL SOUND FUN TO YOU NOW???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also because I am a specimen, I cannot have a thing called privacy.&lt;br /&gt;Privacy should not even be in my list in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;Everything must be reported.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what? Enough with me talking the specimen shit.&lt;br /&gt;Just to let you people out there know,&lt;br /&gt;I have my own privacy. I don't need to fucking tell anyone what I do, what I eat, when I bathe, when I shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If YOU have been living this way(barging in on people's privacy), let me tell you this;&lt;br /&gt;you can continue on doing whatever you were doing, just don't interfere with what I am doing.&lt;br /&gt;How I live and what I do, is merely none of your business.&lt;br /&gt;You don't like the way I am living? Well, get over it. You don't see ME coming over and tell you that I don't like the way you're living.&lt;br /&gt;And to tell me to change, just because you cannot live with what I am doing,&lt;br /&gt;tell you what, I am sick of changing with nobody fucking appreciating it.&lt;br /&gt;How about YOU do it for a change?&lt;br /&gt;Change YOUR ways to live with MY ways.&lt;br /&gt;Don't say I am insane, YOU were the one telling ME to do it in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because you cannot cope with my pace, doesn't mean that I should slow down or move faster so that my pace will be aligned with yours. Who do you think you are?&lt;br /&gt;Imagine, if everyone's asking me to do the same, what and where would I eventually end up in?&lt;br /&gt;(Don't answer that, I know where I'd end up in or end up to be)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;DISCLAIMER :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; This post was just merely expressing what I was feeling.&lt;br /&gt;It was not meant to offend anyone; dead or alive.&lt;br /&gt;If it struck a chord in you, then you are either too sensitive or emotional.&lt;br /&gt;But then again, I might be talking about you.&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; OR NOT. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3345314101494688118-1621912317504059346?l=schweetdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schweetdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/1621912317504059346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3345314101494688118&amp;postID=1621912317504059346&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345314101494688118/posts/default/1621912317504059346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345314101494688118/posts/default/1621912317504059346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schweetdevil.blogspot.com/2011/04/this-is-not-science-related-post.html' title='This Is Not A Science Related Post'/><author><name>Grace Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15712550636934555228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/Sx55dr_8DAI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/Nl0i8aTpJJU/S220/DSC03305.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345314101494688118.post-6555213955276747608</id><published>2011-04-25T23:30:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T00:16:21.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>7 *random* Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Greetings,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QlXuvmSirQ8/TbWT2eT0cVI/AAAAAAAAA74/O172__2mDRo/s1600/218140_2004010818295_1184344890_2370929_3460972_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QlXuvmSirQ8/TbWT2eT0cVI/AAAAAAAAA74/O172__2mDRo/s400/218140_2004010818295_1184344890_2370929_3460972_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599544275763491154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know I have been MIA for a looooong time. Yeah so what? Didn't feel like blogging.&lt;br /&gt;Even now, I don't feel like blogging as well, but am just gonna say random things that are popping up and revolving and bugging my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Random #1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You do realized you scored 2 out of 3 from the&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" href="http://schweetdevil.blogspot.com/2011/03/say-yes-faction.html"&gt;GUIDE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;on hating me which I gave right?&lt;br /&gt;So bravo, you've made your points clear on 'Ignoring me' and also on 'Showing your disgusted face' and I have gotten the message that you hate me. Thank you and I shall not further interrupt and barge into your life. That guide was very helpful after all, innit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Random #2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;"If you ignore me, I will ignore you. If you don't start the conversation, we won't talk. If you don't put in the effort, why should I?"&lt;/span&gt; - from a guy called Whiz NOT Khalifa.&lt;br /&gt;Actually, saw if from Mariah's tumblr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Random #3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason I am not talking to you, it's because I know that once I open my mouth to say something, you'll start judging. You don't know the whole story, trust me, you don't. So you will only be judging from one side. Ever heard of two sides to a story?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Random #4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish that you will just leave me alone. Don't call. Don't text. I don't even wanna hang actually.&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know why you tend to think so much. To over analyze things. You said I am thinking too much? I only thought about that ONE single thing. And now, you're the one that's thinking about EVERY SINGLE THING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;Random #5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I am always put to this kind of situation.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I am constantly tested on my patience, my tolerance, my .. everything.&lt;br /&gt;It's like everyone's forcing me to be like this. Pushing me to my limits, testing me, when I DON'T WANT TO BE LIKE THIS. Don't blame me when everything's become awry. Cause, well, I just won't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;Random #6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day, I fell in love with the keyboard.&lt;br /&gt;Well, actually, I fell for the guy behind the keyboard. He looked so ... cute?&lt;br /&gt;TeeHee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Random #7 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture above was taken in a Forever 21 shop in Sunway.&lt;br /&gt;I still love and adore fedoras. Still do. There's something about it that makes me have a soft spot for it each and everytime I see one.&lt;br /&gt;I have yet to own one, as I see no point to owning one.&lt;br /&gt;I mean come on, where do I wear it to? College? Hostel? Sleep?&lt;br /&gt;You've gotta be kidding me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3345314101494688118-6555213955276747608?l=schweetdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schweetdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/6555213955276747608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3345314101494688118&amp;postID=6555213955276747608&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345314101494688118/posts/default/6555213955276747608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345314101494688118/posts/default/6555213955276747608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schweetdevil.blogspot.com/2011/04/7-random-things.html' title='7 *random* Things'/><author><name>Grace Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15712550636934555228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/Sx55dr_8DAI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/Nl0i8aTpJJU/S220/DSC03305.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QlXuvmSirQ8/TbWT2eT0cVI/AAAAAAAAA74/O172__2mDRo/s72-c/218140_2004010818295_1184344890_2370929_3460972_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345314101494688118.post-7458637152052877504</id><published>2011-03-23T23:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T23:56:58.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disappointing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It's only a matter of time before I start losing everyone that is close and dear to me.&lt;br /&gt;And it's gonna be all my fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of my attitude. Because of my selfishness. Because of my stubbornness. Because of how I act and react. Because of who I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone will get tired and frustrated with me, if not now, someday. They will stop trying. They will give up on me.&lt;br /&gt;They will eventually get fed up with me.&lt;br /&gt;It is only a matter of TIME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what I am saying is true, because I can feel it, feel it so thoroughly and deeply into the cores of my bones that it send shivers down my spine each time I sit down and think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It did not happen overnight. It has been going on for years. I know, because I made myself to be like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I change? I know I should.&lt;br /&gt;You didn't think I've tried? I've tried, so hard.&lt;br /&gt;And where am I today? Still in the same position that I was years back.&lt;br /&gt;Then maybe you've not tried your best? You think I did not try my best?&lt;br /&gt;I did. Okay? I fucking did. But there's just something inside me that keeps holding me back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to let go. I want to move on. I know what I did years ago was unimaginable, to transform myself into this person, this .. this monstrosity that I've created for myself and what I call myself as.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This monstrosity that I've created will make me lose everyone and everything at the end of the day. What monstrosity is this that I'm talking about, you ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My answer :&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. All that I know is that it is bad, it is horrible, it is disgusting, its inhumane.&lt;br /&gt;I just want it to end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3345314101494688118-7458637152052877504?l=schweetdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schweetdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/7458637152052877504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3345314101494688118&amp;postID=7458637152052877504&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345314101494688118/posts/default/7458637152052877504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345314101494688118/posts/default/7458637152052877504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schweetdevil.blogspot.com/2011/03/disappointing.html' title='Disappointing'/><author><name>Grace Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15712550636934555228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/Sx55dr_8DAI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/Nl0i8aTpJJU/S220/DSC03305.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345314101494688118.post-2213329917924403367</id><published>2011-03-22T18:20:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T19:03:54.461+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gaaaaahhhhhhhhhh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, this is gonna be verrrry random as I randomly thought about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know those pictures of two hands intertwined with each other? And then there's wordings in it that's supposed to make a girls heart go all mushy and soft and and and yearn for someone to hold their hand? You know, pictures like these :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ar3abFBU7nc/TYh4wiSJ9BI/AAAAAAAAA7w/oQ9zfurqW08/s1600/tumblr_kwcjj6X3Uz1qav92co1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 246px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ar3abFBU7nc/TYh4wiSJ9BI/AAAAAAAAA7w/oQ9zfurqW08/s400/tumblr_kwcjj6X3Uz1qav92co1_500.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586848112985109522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u_aMy-t_CIk/STE-TMlH1LI/AAAAAAAAAWA/8_uy6GDU78s/S660/Holding_hands_by_homarte.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 509px; height: 338px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u_aMy-t_CIk/STE-TMlH1LI/AAAAAAAAAWA/8_uy6GDU78s/S660/Holding_hands_by_homarte.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;"The spaces between your fingers were created so that anothers could fill them in"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, I don't mind the pictures? But its the words that come with it that annoys me. I mean come on, if I really wanna hold someone's hand that badly, I would just go and hold them. Just tell them nicely before you do, so as to not shock them. And they will even hold yours back. YAYY !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SERIOUSLY?!?!?!??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The spaces between my fingers were created so that another person's fingers could fill them in?????? That is all??? I mean the empty spaces only serve for other people's hands to fill them in and that&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt; IS ALL??&lt;/span&gt; And I thought they were for other better uses.&lt;br /&gt;I would think God is smarter than that. There are freaking spaces so that you can use your fingers perfectly. So that there will be no interference when you're doing something? Like for writing and playing musical instruments? Tell me, how are you going to write perfectly or even play a musical instrument, like the piano if there were no spaces between your fingers? How can you even reach an octave??? You'd just be slamming the bloody piano with five fingers stuck together as one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if the spaces between my fingers were so useless, I'd think that I'd rather had webbed ones? Like a duck's webbed feet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.dougkraemer.com/birds/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/WhitePekinDuck4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 333px;" src="http://www.dougkraemer.com/birds/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/WhitePekinDuck4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://c.photoshelter.com/img-get/I0000GECwb7oxPE4/s"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 327px;" src="http://c.photoshelter.com/img-get/I0000GECwb7oxPE4/s" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe even a frog's one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least with webbed fingers or feet I can bloody swim and save myself and not drown. With the current fingers that I have I can't even save myself from drowning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;You can even choose for me on which one I can have, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;BUT ONLY IF THE SPACES BETWEEN MY FINGERS ARE FOR &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;OTHERS TO FILL THEM IN. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rest my case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3345314101494688118-2213329917924403367?l=schweetdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schweetdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/2213329917924403367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3345314101494688118&amp;postID=2213329917924403367&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345314101494688118/posts/default/2213329917924403367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345314101494688118/posts/default/2213329917924403367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schweetdevil.blogspot.com/2011/03/gaaaaahhhhhhhhhh.html' title='Gaaaaahhhhhhhhhh'/><author><name>Grace Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15712550636934555228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/Sx55dr_8DAI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/Nl0i8aTpJJU/S220/DSC03305.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ar3abFBU7nc/TYh4wiSJ9BI/AAAAAAAAA7w/oQ9zfurqW08/s72-c/tumblr_kwcjj6X3Uz1qav92co1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345314101494688118.post-117244343178152945</id><published>2011-03-12T03:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T04:01:20.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Say-Yes-Faction</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's currently 3.07 in the morning and here I am blogging.&lt;br /&gt;No wait, scratch that. Let me rephrase.&lt;br /&gt;Here I am ranting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, this is all about me ranting, so if you don't like to read my rants, see that &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;RED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; color icon marked &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;'&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;' &lt;/span&gt;at the top right corner? Yes, press that button and go away. I couldn't care less.&lt;br /&gt;In fact, I don't know why I am being so polite to tell you off. I could have just said fuck off.&lt;br /&gt;Don't like me then fuck off &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; You'd think I care?&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Yeah so before I get distracted and go off from what I want to say, I should just get to the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you people out there don't like me, then just don't like me &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lahh&lt;/span&gt;. What's your problem uh?&lt;br /&gt;Don't have to pretend to like me one, no one will give you award or money or recognition or anything. No one bloody cares whether you like me or not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lahh &lt;/span&gt;seriously. There's some people out there that I know that does not like me, but they are being polite and nice to me because they are trying to be courteous. Tell you what, fuck all that courtesy and just don't look at my beautiful face. It'll save you energy and a lot of many other things, which I don't know what is that, as I am too lazy to think what is that as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you don't know how to send the message across to me saying that you don't like me, I'll teach you some tactics that &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SURE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; will work when you use them.&lt;br /&gt;(Of course work lahh, it's from me what. I am teaching YOU ways to show your hatred towards me. Ohh, and you're welcome by the way)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Come to me and tell it straight to my face that you can't stand the sight of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh, if you have your reasons, do tell it to me as well. At least I know why. But if you'd like to keep them to yourself it's up to you. (I would understand as you already do not like me so why tell me the reason? You might even say that hating me does not need reasons.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;2. Ignore me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. That is right. Just ignore me when I talk to you. What I mean is that IGNORE ME EACH AND EVERY TIME I TALK TO YOU. I might not get the message at first, but do it a few times more and trust me, I will realize that you don't like me and eventually I will stay away from you after the message is sent to my brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;3. Show me your disgusted face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, like when I am talking to you, and you will obviously DISAGREE on everything I just said, so, show me your disgusted face WHILE voicing out your disagreement.&lt;br /&gt;For a better effect, look at me like I am the lowest and vilest person you've ever met. You know, like a whore or slut or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;P.S. - If you got your own ways and tactics then use them. It might work. Just don't come to my face and punch me can already. I know I have a beautiful face and you're jealous that you don't have it, but you know what? Save that energy from punching me and try plastic surgery instead. Technology's so good in this era, so it will probably help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who actually hate me but still keep reading until now, I would say 'wow' cause I bet you're grinding your jaws so hard that your teeth is gonna fall off so very soon and if not, then maybe your teeth is sharp enough to look like vampire fangs and in your mind you'd be thinking, "That bitch and her stupid opinions. Talking so loud as if she's everything and knows about everything."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, let me tell you something.&lt;br /&gt;I am loud opinionated, but so what? At least I voiced them out.&lt;br /&gt;Then? You expect me to be like you? To keep everything inside and to yourself?&lt;br /&gt;I think it's just sad to be you, as you have no fucking opinions.&lt;br /&gt;Keep it inside some more, and you'd be so depressed that you'd be jumping off a 30 storey building. Whoooops. Just saying. You don't have to die because of me.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3345314101494688118-117244343178152945?l=schweetdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schweetdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/117244343178152945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3345314101494688118&amp;postID=117244343178152945&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345314101494688118/posts/default/117244343178152945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345314101494688118/posts/default/117244343178152945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schweetdevil.blogspot.com/2011/03/say-yes-faction.html' title='Say-Yes-Faction'/><author><name>Grace Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15712550636934555228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/Sx55dr_8DAI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/Nl0i8aTpJJU/S220/DSC03305.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345314101494688118.post-3497126927372612355</id><published>2011-03-06T17:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T18:13:31.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Britney, Bitch.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Britney's haters listen up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care if you hate her, but she's back.&lt;br /&gt;And she looks as amazing as ever.&lt;br /&gt;Don't disagree with me now, you know what I'm saying is true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just look at her at her latest photo shoot for V Magazine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ewIBFWE3uh0/TXNa18TTSBI/AAAAAAAAA7I/KPGLpDMaXB4/s1600/britney_main.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ewIBFWE3uh0/TXNa18TTSBI/AAAAAAAAA7I/KPGLpDMaXB4/s400/britney_main.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580904246008825874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uX_s2mM9M_M/TXNa2qV7OKI/AAAAAAAAA7o/R8QCc1FIa0I/s1600/V70_BRITNEY_HR_NO-TEXT5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uX_s2mM9M_M/TXNa2qV7OKI/AAAAAAAAA7o/R8QCc1FIa0I/s400/V70_BRITNEY_HR_NO-TEXT5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580904258367862946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SoA77-RFclM/TXNa2gasSNI/AAAAAAAAA7g/m_pc864ujGE/s1600/V70_BRITNEY_HR_NO-TEXT4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SoA77-RFclM/TXNa2gasSNI/AAAAAAAAA7g/m_pc864ujGE/s400/V70_BRITNEY_HR_NO-TEXT4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580904255703501010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love the yellow one on the left the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hA9MXsZRvWY/TXNa2YPNMGI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/p0iZ1SfD2ag/s1600/V70_BRITNEY_HR_NO-TEXT2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hA9MXsZRvWY/TXNa2YPNMGI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/p0iZ1SfD2ag/s400/V70_BRITNEY_HR_NO-TEXT2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580904253507842146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x8a7hN7AnlI/TXNa2AvzU8I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/llTCRYJpw9o/s1600/BRITNEYS2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x8a7hN7AnlI/TXNa2AvzU8I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/llTCRYJpw9o/s1600/BRITNEYS2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 304px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x8a7hN7AnlI/TXNa2AvzU8I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/llTCRYJpw9o/s400/BRITNEYS2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580904247202108354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is just such an inspiration, getting back up to the top when she's fallen way down.&lt;br /&gt;She is a strong, independent woman and I adore her a lot lot lot.&lt;br /&gt;I've always loved her so much and she's never let me down.&lt;br /&gt;(Okay maybe yes, a little when she was in all that mess but that was long ago but that's besides the point)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I want to say is,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;It's Britney, bitch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;photos courtesy of V MAGAZINE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3345314101494688118-3497126927372612355?l=schweetdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schweetdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/3497126927372612355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3345314101494688118&amp;postID=3497126927372612355&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345314101494688118/posts/default/3497126927372612355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345314101494688118/posts/default/3497126927372612355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schweetdevil.blogspot.com/2011/03/its-britney-bitch.html' title='It&apos;s Britney, Bitch.'/><author><name>Grace Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15712550636934555228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/Sx55dr_8DAI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/Nl0i8aTpJJU/S220/DSC03305.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ewIBFWE3uh0/TXNa18TTSBI/AAAAAAAAA7I/KPGLpDMaXB4/s72-c/britney_main.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345314101494688118.post-6041634172728830378</id><published>2011-02-26T18:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T18:31:31.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Lost In The Moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am in a path of self destruction. What am I doing to myself???&lt;br /&gt;What was I thinking?? Dear Lord, please, wake me up. Don't let me continue living this nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;Help me, guide me towards the right direction. The path that I am supposed to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure this is not the path that was meant for me. Anyone, but me. Not me.&lt;br /&gt;I know you are always here for me, listening to me, guiding me through, so please Lord, I beg you to show me the right path again. Your patience and guidance is everything to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what was I doing. Too lost in the moment perhaps? Or maybe living in the moment?&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it was, I don't want what I was doing ruin everything that I have worked so hard to build. It cannot crumble. I cannot watch and let it crumble down into pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to be strong. Please, let me be strong. Hear my plea, I need your strength.&lt;br /&gt;All I feel like doing now is to break down but I know I can't and won't do it. I am better than that.  I know I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Up until now I had to sworn to myself that I'm content with loneliness,&lt;br /&gt;because none of it was ever worth the risk.  -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; Hayley Williams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/3345314101494688118-6041634172728830378?l=schweetdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schweetdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/6041634172728830378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3345314101494688118&amp;postID=6041634172728830378&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345314101494688118/posts/default/6041634172728830378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345314101494688118/posts/default/6041634172728830378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schweetdevil.blogspot.com/2011/02/lost-in-moment.html' title='Too Lost In The Moment'/><author><name>Grace Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15712550636934555228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/Sx55dr_8DAI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/Nl0i8aTpJJU/S220/DSC03305.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345314101494688118.post-2921662899109067555</id><published>2011-02-21T21:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T22:03:06.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wanna Know A Big Badass Lie?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am having a quiz tomorrow and as usual, I am blogging.&lt;br /&gt;To be more specific : I am having an English quiz tomorrow and I don't know what to do/read so I decided to blog. I also believe that this will somehow help with my English and also my quiz tomorrow. As they all say, blogging or listening to English songs (which I am doing both currently) improves English. I am putting it to the test now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAME. And PATHETIC.&lt;br /&gt;Such lame &amp;amp; pathetic reason to not study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever told this to your lecturers/teachers? It goes something like this, where the situation is, your lecturer/teacher helped you out in something where you desperately need help in. For those with no sense of imagination, I give you example, cause I pity you. Well lets say, you are raising funds/selling stuff and your lecturer helps out/supports you by buying your stuff and then after they do it, you give them your widest smile with all that teeth and feeling your muscles cramp due to smiling so hard and then you tell them a very big 'THANK YOU' and then you also promise them this :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I WILL GET AN &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;'A'&lt;/span&gt; IN ____________ (insert subject here) FOR THE EXAMS !!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*cue another big wide smile*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While inside you, you know that's its a big bad effing lie cause you probably will flunk/get a C for it and you're just saying it because you are suddenly grateful towards them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know what's worse? You probably hate that subject down to the deepest, darkest core of your bones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*winks*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3345314101494688118-2921662899109067555?l=schweetdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schweetdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/2921662899109067555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3345314101494688118&amp;postID=2921662899109067555&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345314101494688118/posts/default/2921662899109067555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345314101494688118/posts/default/2921662899109067555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schweetdevil.blogspot.com/2011/02/wanna-know-big-badass-lie.html' title='Wanna Know A Big Badass Lie?'/><author><name>Grace Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15712550636934555228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/Sx55dr_8DAI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/Nl0i8aTpJJU/S220/DSC03305.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345314101494688118.post-4564529072807629786</id><published>2011-02-17T19:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T21:08:35.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just A Note</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't know what drove me to write this post, but these thoughts have been in my mind for quite some time, and I decided to just say it - in this case, post it - out loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I just want to get my message across to the people who sincerely hate me, or better known as haters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind having haters. I mean, there's simply nothing that I can do towards those people who hates me. I cannot ask them to like me, because well, they are already hating me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to all those who spend their time hating me, I may not know who you really are, but I shall assume that for you to hate me, you MUST already know me, already know my attitude, know my weakness, my fear and etc.&lt;br /&gt;BUT because you ALREADY know me so well, you should also know the way I function.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You all are well aware of how much I really really care about something/someone, shouldn't you? Of how much I care about what you say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You all should already know how I have the amazing ability to block out whatever you all decide to say, in hopes that it will hurt and destroy me, cause if you don't, now you do. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, I don't necessarily hate the people who hates me.&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it, I don't always hate people.&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (I know I'm always saying things like : "I hate her/him lahh", but bear in mind that I am just saying that, it is not necessarily true, as I prefer to not like people more)&lt;/span&gt; Like I said, I just plain don't like them. And the people that I don't really like? Well, lets put it this way :&lt;br /&gt;If you are on fire? Yeah, I will just stand there and watch you burn.&lt;br /&gt;(I know, it sounds very Rihanna-ey)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides, haters just make my life so much more interesting, so much more fun to continue living for. It just appeals to me that someone will take the time to actually talk about me, to backstab me and that is just so fascinating. I feel like I am receiving the star treatment, but of course, minus all those glam and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when all of you are actually talking about me, don't you think it boosts my popularity? True, it might be on all the wrong reasons, but who cares when I simply don't?&lt;br /&gt;People can think all they want about me, and I don't care because what's important is what I actually think about myself.&lt;br /&gt;Wanna know what I think about myself?&lt;br /&gt;I think very highly of myself and I love myself very much.&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, I am born this way (cue Lady GaGa's Born This Way) so don't think whatever you said about me can change that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I really dread the people who says that they hate backstabbers.&lt;br /&gt;WHY??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, here's why.&lt;br /&gt;You see, you say that you hate backstabbers. So one day, you found out that someone's been backstabbing you. What do you do? You go and tell another person about what that someone did to you. And what happens next? You start saying all the bad things you know about that someone to the person you went and made the complain to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What? No? Oh, so you're the other type where you just keep quiet/complain but do not retaliate type of person. I see. Have you realized that no matter what you do/how good you really are, at some point in your life, you have actually backstabbed someone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now don't give me that look. I know I am right. Why am I so sure of myself?&lt;br /&gt;Well, if you are such a saintly saint and have never committed such act, I think you are no longer human, you must be God. Let's face it, it's so cliched I don't know why I am still saying it, but we humans make mistakes, cause no one's perfect. So don't go round telling people you are not a backstabber, and you hate one, cause that just plain makes you a hypocrite.&lt;br /&gt;AND ALSO, I am more than happy to point out this one little fact :&lt;br /&gt;When you say that you hate backstabbers, you just said that you hate yourself. Shame shame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that is all that I want to say, but just to remind all of you haters again,&lt;br /&gt;Continue bitching about me, continue to say all you want about me, go on. You know that I don't care. And I definitely don't like you enough to make me care about what you do. Just make sure that you know what you are doing. It's Grace Tan you're talking about after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3345314101494688118-4564529072807629786?l=schweetdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schweetdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/4564529072807629786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3345314101494688118&amp;postID=4564529072807629786&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345314101494688118/posts/default/4564529072807629786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345314101494688118/posts/default/4564529072807629786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schweetdevil.blogspot.com/2011/02/just-note.html' title='Just A Note'/><author><name>Grace Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15712550636934555228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/Sx55dr_8DAI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/Nl0i8aTpJJU/S220/DSC03305.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345314101494688118.post-7967847551056177310</id><published>2011-02-12T12:34:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T12:56:09.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Errr so yeah,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is a forced blog post mainly because I am trying to get rid of the older posts which is down there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeahhh, like&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay&lt;/span&gt; down there.&lt;br /&gt;Ahem, just in case you're not sure, I meant scroll down there. Not looking at yourself down &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;there&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeahh, a friend of mine introduced me to Sam Tsui a couple of days ago and I am MADLY in love with him nao. I can't stop listening to his songs. True, he might be just doing covers, but I find it nicer than the original singer's one. Well, SOME. Not all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the cover he did on Britney's Hold It Against Me, it's just so naise.&lt;br /&gt;I like Britney, but I like his version better.&lt;br /&gt;No trust me ah? Listen to it &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" href="http://http//www.youtube.com/watch?v=uxTDK1S5qJ0"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; lorr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And and and also Nelly's Just A Dream.&lt;br /&gt;So so so much nicer than Nelly's one. Cause Nelly's one I listen til I wanna puke already. Partly because ... well, no reason for not liking right?&lt;br /&gt;And this is the first cover song that I heard from Sam Tsui, and I fell in love with it instantly.&lt;br /&gt;Okay no, I lied. That's not the first song lahh, the first was the Fireworks/Grenade Mashup (which I thought it was horrible by the way) but anywayyyyy, &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" href="http://http//www.youtube.com/watch?v=a2RA0vsZXf8"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; is the awesomest. And the girl, her voice is friggin awesome !! Plus she's cute too. *ahem*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said earlier, this is a forced blog post so I will end it here. And, as usual, I couldn't think of anything to blog about, so I decided to share about my new discovery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND if you're wondering why I didn't just embed (is it called embed? I don't know what is it called ... the thing where you put the video in the blog. I'm a noob okay? But at least I admit that I am one. Not like some... Oh well.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, if you're wondering why I didn't just do that and put up the link instead, that's because&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I DON'T KNOW HOW TO DO IT !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, laugh all you want *pouts*. Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3345314101494688118-7967847551056177310?l=schweetdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schweetdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/7967847551056177310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3345314101494688118&amp;postID=7967847551056177310&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345314101494688118/posts/default/7967847551056177310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345314101494688118/posts/default/7967847551056177310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schweetdevil.blogspot.com/2011/02/errr-so-yeah.html' title='Errr so yeah,'/><author><name>Grace Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15712550636934555228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/Sx55dr_8DAI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/Nl0i8aTpJJU/S220/DSC03305.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345314101494688118.post-4200044297030292641</id><published>2011-02-08T01:48:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T02:00:21.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Indestructible</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;I never was smart with love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I let the bad ones in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;and the good ones go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;But I'm gonna love you like I've never been hurt before. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3345314101494688118-4200044297030292641?l=schweetdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schweetdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/4200044297030292641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3345314101494688118&amp;postID=4200044297030292641&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345314101494688118/posts/default/4200044297030292641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345314101494688118/posts/default/4200044297030292641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schweetdevil.blogspot.com/2011/02/indestructible.html' title='Indestructible'/><author><name>Grace Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15712550636934555228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/Sx55dr_8DAI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/Nl0i8aTpJJU/S220/DSC03305.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345314101494688118.post-2624805237628515428</id><published>2011-01-27T17:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T18:08:58.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me, just in case you didn't know. I don't blame you, as I know I am lazy enough to post pictures in my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/TUE4xIL7DpI/AAAAAAAAA68/-CBMr74b8jo/s1600/163427_10150367197635523_702280522_16920008_4779036_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/TUE4xIL7DpI/AAAAAAAAA68/-CBMr74b8jo/s400/163427_10150367197635523_702280522_16920008_4779036_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566793031068880530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This may be the reason why I don't post pictures, as you can clearly see that I am actually a mentally deranged person. That two flowers on the head? Seriously??? So many pictures to choose from and I had to choose THIS?!??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But oh well, this picture has been getting a lot of hits in my Facebook profile page. Many people has been liking it. So I guess I am not that deranged after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;But then again, people only liked them because I told people to like them in my status and in return, I told them that whoever that liked my picture, I will love to them. So people liked my picture not because they genuinely LIKE my picture, but they want me to love them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;I understand, society nowadays are cruel. They don't love as much as they used to. They don't care as much as they used to. And opportunities like these (offering love) don't come often, but when they do, people will jump on the offer as clearly, they are suffering from lack of love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Which brings me to the point that everybody just wants to be loved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;The best example would be the people who &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;liked&lt;/span&gt; my photo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;And I really do LOVE you all (only applicable to those who liked my picture).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Yes I am selfish, I know, but if you want me to love you then go and like my picture &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;lahh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Love is not free, it cannot be given away just like that. Okay love IS free. It can be given JUST LIKE THAT. But it only depends if you want to give it away or not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BUT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;what I really want to say is, I want to take this opportunity to thank all my friends that had been wonderful to me. I am truly madly grateful for all that you have all done for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;There's my girls, whom I CANNOT live without.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;You girls have always been there for me, and I LOVE you all so so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Then there's my best friend, who had been there for me cheering me up when I had been down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;You have gave me the reason to keep on living, and the reason whenever I asked why, would be :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Because there's me !!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Although it has always been the same reason, but it always puts a smile on my face. You've had helped me so much, but you just don't know it. Thank you for being there, always. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Oh and good luck on getting the girl. I know you don't want to tell me who it is, but whoever she is, I am wishing you all the best. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;To my college mates, you guys are the bomb !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;You have made my life in Subang so much fun and wonderful. You all are kind and awesome people. In fact, the awesomest of all !! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Then there's the people I always hang out with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I thank God for the people that have been sent my way. You guys are truly the best, the most fantastic people that I've ever met. I'm not lying. You all are so kind and understanding and vibrant ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Lastly, there's my roommate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;I know I complained about her. But I am human, the way I live my life and the way she live hers are different. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;I just had to live with the differences that was put my way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Call me pampered, but I've never had to live with another soul in a same room. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;But you can't just put the blame on me. I have been living alone all these while. So, yeahh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;To my roommate, Ah Sok Sok, things would have been so different if I have not lived with you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Because of you, I have learned to be more patient, to be able to tolerate better and a whole lot more of things that living with you have taught me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I know I am always bullying you, but it's just so cute to see you get bombed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I know I am sarcastic, but your ability to tolerate living with a person like me amazes me sometimes. I wonder how you are able to live with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth be told, if I was living with ME (as in another me, me me, me squared, my clone), I think I will have gone crazy and have been sent to Tanjung Rambutan (refer to picture above).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; The picture was not taken when I was in Tanjung Rambutan. I was never even admitted in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Back to topic, Ah Sok, thank you for everything and sorry for everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Your ability to continue living with me will never cease to amaze me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OHKAYY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I will stop here as this will start to become a very sad sappy story (I think it is already one).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3345314101494688118-2624805237628515428?l=schweetdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schweetdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/2624805237628515428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3345314101494688118&amp;postID=2624805237628515428&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345314101494688118/posts/default/2624805237628515428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345314101494688118/posts/default/2624805237628515428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schweetdevil.blogspot.com/2011/01/blessed.html' title='Blessed'/><author><name>Grace Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15712550636934555228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/Sx55dr_8DAI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/Nl0i8aTpJJU/S220/DSC03305.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/TUE4xIL7DpI/AAAAAAAAA68/-CBMr74b8jo/s72-c/163427_10150367197635523_702280522_16920008_4779036_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345314101494688118.post-8601990560906028511</id><published>2011-01-19T21:44:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T22:27:25.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A gorgeous woman once said :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;""       I'm pretty, but not beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I sin, but I'm not the Devil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I'm good, but I'm not an angel.   "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.thoughttheater.com/upload/2006/06/marilyn-monroe%20800x600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 495px; height: 344px;" src="http://www.thoughttheater.com/upload/2006/06/marilyn-monroe%20800x600.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Her name is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marilyn Monroe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i189.photobucket.com/albums/z48/mthrfknprincess/MarilynMonroe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 417px; height: 650px;" src="http://i189.photobucket.com/albums/z48/mthrfknprincess/MarilynMonroe.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone also said :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vupLwp3FATY/TIh9EtjioKI/AAAAAAAACUU/1yAR3CYUsho/s1600/Marilyn+Monroe+quotes+word+art+%286%29.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 510px; height: 123px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vupLwp3FATY/TIh9EtjioKI/AAAAAAAACUU/1yAR3CYUsho/s1600/Marilyn+Monroe+quotes+word+art+%286%29.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which led me to wonder was this the reason why SHE started out so outrageously?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://hazelong.com/images/stories/Blog/june/gaga/LadyGaGaGaga.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 456px; height: 729px;" src="http://hazelong.com/images/stories/Blog/june/gaga/LadyGaGaGaga.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i.ytimg.com/vi/UdiTmkCaXwY/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 480px; height: 360px;" src="http://i.ytimg.com/vi/UdiTmkCaXwY/0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3345314101494688118-8601990560906028511?l=schweetdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schweetdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/8601990560906028511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3345314101494688118&amp;postID=8601990560906028511&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345314101494688118/posts/default/8601990560906028511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345314101494688118/posts/default/8601990560906028511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schweetdevil.blogspot.com/2011/01/gorgeous-woman-once-said-im-pretty-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Grace Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15712550636934555228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/Sx55dr_8DAI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/Nl0i8aTpJJU/S220/DSC03305.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vupLwp3FATY/TIh9EtjioKI/AAAAAAAACUU/1yAR3CYUsho/s72-c/Marilyn+Monroe+quotes+word+art+%286%29.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345314101494688118.post-5500213679567593104</id><published>2011-01-19T17:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T21:39:22.461+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It Started With The Pain</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started yesterday morning, during Econs lecture.&lt;br /&gt;My eyes, my lovely lovely eyes, it started to feel painful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dayeeeem !! I thought it was nothing, just a normal pain that will go away in a few hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW WRONG I WAS !!!!!&lt;br /&gt;But then again, I hope I was right lorr. Spare me all this pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I got up, went to the toilet and stared at the mirror (typical Grace Tan) and saw that swell on my eye. I was like FML swell til so huge plus pain plus itch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cannot scratch some more cause scratch already start to feel pain but don't scratch very itchy.&lt;br /&gt;Really stupid.&lt;br /&gt;There was no opportunity cost in this story also cause there were two things that I had to give up and I had to forgo everything. Everything but going to class with a swollen eye. How nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I spent my time in the toilet looking at my eye. And wondered how the hell am I gonna walk out from this building pretending there was completely nothing wrong with my eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to class late, tried not to talk to anyone cause I will bark/grouch at them (eg. my room mate who tried to talk to me resulting me barking back at her and I told her to not talk to me and leave me alone to sulk).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I tried to hide the fact that my eye is swollen, I covered the other eye with my fringe (that's what fringes are for), but because my fringe parting is on the right side and the swollen eye is the left one, I only covered the right eye hoping no one will notice the difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don't know how everyone's eye are so superbly awesome TODAY they knew my eye is swollen.&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I failed, terribly in concealing the fact that my eye is swollen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One friend said : You must have seen something that you should not be seeing that's why your eye is like that.&lt;br /&gt;If you don't get it, he meant that I've been watching porn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eyyy come on lahh, watch porn with one eye only mehh??&lt;br /&gt;No offenses though. It was supposed to be funny, people. So laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3345314101494688118-5500213679567593104?l=schweetdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schweetdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/5500213679567593104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3345314101494688118&amp;postID=5500213679567593104&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345314101494688118/posts/default/5500213679567593104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345314101494688118/posts/default/5500213679567593104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schweetdevil.blogspot.com/2011/01/it-started-with-pain.html' title='It Started With The Pain'/><author><name>Grace Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15712550636934555228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/Sx55dr_8DAI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/Nl0i8aTpJJU/S220/DSC03305.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345314101494688118.post-7173302770837424197</id><published>2010-12-16T16:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T17:12:24.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The "No Longer's"</title><content type='html'>I am &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(cue melancholic music)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;No longer excited to see you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;No longer ecstatic when I am talking to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;No longer waiting and hoping something from you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;The chemistry is no longer there. You are not my everything,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;not the sun that gives me light, not the moon that shines so bright, not the stars that I count each night, not the sea that embraces me tight, not the sand that I fall onto every time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*abrupt stop of the melancholic music*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I so long winded?&lt;br /&gt;In short, you are not my everything.&lt;br /&gt;You never were in the beginning, and never will til the end of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoaaaa. Poetry. Not bad. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well those are the words that I created for Zac Efron and Vanessa Hudgens.&lt;br /&gt;Nahhh, no. Not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, for those of you who are still living under the rock or something, they have broken up.&lt;br /&gt;Yes the old couple have finally broken up. They are getting old, not making any waves in the entertainment news, they are getting more and more predictable every single time but now, they have done something unpredictable that no one saw it coming. Well, at least I didn't see it coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite what I've just said, actually, it's sad to see that they've broken up.&lt;br /&gt;How can they break up? They &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;CANNOT&lt;/span&gt; break up. They're supposed to get married have ten kids watch the kids grow up live a long life die together.&lt;br /&gt;I am such a hypocrite I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.usmagazine.com/uploads/assets/articles/23986-zac-efron-vanessa-hudgens-to-perform-together-at-oscars/efron-hudgens-b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 447px;" src="http://www.usmagazine.com/uploads/assets/articles/23986-zac-efron-vanessa-hudgens-to-perform-together-at-oscars/efron-hudgens-b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.mylot.com/userImages/images/postphotos/2293044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://images.mylot.com/userImages/images/postphotos/2293044.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But really, yes they have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason is :&lt;br /&gt;1. Zac has gotten tired of standing by Vanessa's side each time the nude pictures got leaked.&lt;br /&gt;2. Vanessa is starting to get jealous over the millions of screaming girls that surround Zac each time. Because she doesn't have as many guys screaming over her you see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay no. So I made that up. Both of it. The reason was their relationship has ran its course. No third party nor fourth nor fifth party was involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One good thing though, they still remain friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, people out there who scream and squeal over Zac, he's a free man now.&lt;br /&gt;Go catch him (IF YOU CAN).&lt;br /&gt;MUAHAHAHAH I AM SO EVIL!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I don't get my Adam, you don't get your Zac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I've said what I wanted to say, I am feeling hungry.&lt;br /&gt;But do not know what to eat. Hmmm~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*abrupt end of post*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3345314101494688118-7173302770837424197?l=schweetdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schweetdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/7173302770837424197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3345314101494688118&amp;postID=7173302770837424197&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345314101494688118/posts/default/7173302770837424197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345314101494688118/posts/default/7173302770837424197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schweetdevil.blogspot.com/2010/12/no-longers.html' title='The &quot;No Longer&apos;s&quot;'/><author><name>Grace Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15712550636934555228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/Sx55dr_8DAI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/Nl0i8aTpJJU/S220/DSC03305.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345314101494688118.post-210003286376972729</id><published>2010-12-11T01:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T01:17:14.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I AM WONDER WOMAN !!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am WONDER WOMAN !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am finally done with finals. Yeah mann finals FTW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am Wonder Woman because I managed to stay awake. Hahahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt; Only slept for 2 hours yesterday. Don't know how I managed to do that, but I did it.&lt;br /&gt;From 2am til 4am. Then I am awake. Til now !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahaha I am probably crazy after finals. Semester break already and I want to go to sleeeeeeeeep but stupid clothes in the dryer. I want to sleeeeeeep !!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for Wonder Woman. But I still am !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3345314101494688118-210003286376972729?l=schweetdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schweetdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/210003286376972729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3345314101494688118&amp;postID=210003286376972729&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345314101494688118/posts/default/210003286376972729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345314101494688118/posts/default/210003286376972729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schweetdevil.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-am-wonder-woman.html' title='I AM WONDER WOMAN !!!!'/><author><name>Grace Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15712550636934555228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/Sx55dr_8DAI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/Nl0i8aTpJJU/S220/DSC03305.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345314101494688118.post-1034099857010336436</id><published>2010-12-05T13:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T13:27:17.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DOOMSDAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finals are around the corner.&lt;br /&gt;THAT CORNER ON THE RIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit its tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrrghhhhh !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Study study studyyyyy !!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more blogging. No more facebook. No more twitter.&lt;br /&gt;Eeeeek. Can I do it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hide my laptop. Hide it to another corner. Arrrghhh.&lt;br /&gt;Try and resist the temptation.&lt;br /&gt;Just TRY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3345314101494688118-1034099857010336436?l=schweetdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schweetdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/1034099857010336436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3345314101494688118&amp;postID=1034099857010336436&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345314101494688118/posts/default/1034099857010336436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345314101494688118/posts/default/1034099857010336436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schweetdevil.blogspot.com/2010/12/doomsday.html' title='DOOMSDAY'/><author><name>Grace Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15712550636934555228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/Sx55dr_8DAI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/Nl0i8aTpJJU/S220/DSC03305.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345314101494688118.post-7921969314414953205</id><published>2010-12-05T01:08:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T02:36:42.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tangled - with myself</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's so much easier to say : It was all my fault. Blame it on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;than explaining yourself to someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless you like finding yourself in a situation where things get overwhelmingly messy where tension, anger, shame, etc shooting like fireworks across the room then suit yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, that's not my point. I mean, it is my point but it is not what I intended to blog about. I just got side-tracked. Yeah I know, got side-tracked straight from the beginning. How ... ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I am obsessed with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAIR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(what's wrong with obsessing over that?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IUYlNU10BMY/SlMsM6IOgLI/AAAAAAAAWno/1c3Jud5WRfU/s400/strange-hairstyles-28.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 319px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IUYlNU10BMY/SlMsM6IOgLI/AAAAAAAAWno/1c3Jud5WRfU/s400/strange-hairstyles-28.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay wait. No wonder all the weird stares.&lt;br /&gt;By obsessing over hair i don't mean this type of hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.hji.co.uk/hjimages/images/qhs27337/hji/medium/2007-light-afro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 402px; height: 536px;" src="http://www.hji.co.uk/hjimages/images/qhs27337/hji/medium/2007-light-afro.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nor this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mmBw3uzPnJI/RkEBz0-thFI/AAAAAAAAEI4/Ta1qdYheZwo/s400/crazy_hair_styles_10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 328px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mmBw3uzPnJI/RkEBz0-thFI/AAAAAAAAEI4/Ta1qdYheZwo/s400/crazy_hair_styles_10.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Alien.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mmBw3uzPnJI/RkECck-thMI/AAAAAAAAEJw/OvgvdVnp3ug/s400/crazy_hair_styles_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 333px; height: 333px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mmBw3uzPnJI/RkECck-thMI/AAAAAAAAEJw/OvgvdVnp3ug/s400/crazy_hair_styles_1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Over. My. Dead. Body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the term of hair I actually meant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://admintell.napco.com/ee/images/uploads/gamertell/tangled_hair_poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 444px;" src="http://admintell.napco.com/ee/images/uploads/gamertell/tangled_hair_poster.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THIS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I meant her hair. Like ahhhhhh her so gorgeous long nice shiny 70ft long blond hair.&lt;br /&gt;I'd do anything for hair like that I mean come on it's so nice and shiny and all yeah I know it'll be a nuisance to have such long hair flowing behind you and probably look ridiculous when walking along the streets and with hair like this plus I'd win over any ghosts that appeared on the TV anytime, anyday, anyhow, anywhere, any any yeah you get the point BUT I still LOVE her hair!!!&lt;br /&gt;(reality check : face it, you won't have that hair. so dream on)&lt;br /&gt;(dreams crushed. more crushed than your regular oreo mcflurry)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But apart from that, I've watched the movie and it was awesome. All that hairrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, not only the hair. The story line, the characters, the graphics, the 3D effect which was my first time and felt kinda dizzying plus a teeny weeny bit of vomiting and all THAT HAIRRR !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything was so awesome I was amazed til my jaws were like wide open and mosquitoes flew in and hibernated and awakened then flew out and it was still wide open then the flies came okay enough of crap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It. Was. Awesome. You. Gotta. Watch. It. Regardless. Of. Your. Age. Size. Weight. Height. Enough. Said. Period.&lt;br /&gt;And I fell in love with everything(including the hair)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://thescriptlab.com/images/stories/tangled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 482px; height: 321px;" src="http://thescriptlab.com/images/stories/tangled.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;How can you just not like that?&lt;br /&gt;If you don't, no fun lahh you. Go far far away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images4.fanpop.com/image/photos/15200000/Tangled-disney-princess-15249699-900-589.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 545px; height: 357px;" src="http://images4.fanpop.com/image/photos/15200000/Tangled-disney-princess-15249699-900-589.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ohh and I like the guy too. Flynn/Eugene/hero/handsome/funny/cute.&lt;br /&gt;Also Pascal and Maximus.&lt;br /&gt;Okay falling in love with cartoon characters.&lt;br /&gt;In serious need of reality check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3345314101494688118-7921969314414953205?l=schweetdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schweetdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/7921969314414953205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3345314101494688118&amp;postID=7921969314414953205&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345314101494688118/posts/default/7921969314414953205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345314101494688118/posts/default/7921969314414953205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schweetdevil.blogspot.com/2010/12/tangled-with-myself.html' title='Tangled - with myself'/><author><name>Grace Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15712550636934555228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/Sx55dr_8DAI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/Nl0i8aTpJJU/S220/DSC03305.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IUYlNU10BMY/SlMsM6IOgLI/AAAAAAAAWno/1c3Jud5WRfU/s72-c/strange-hairstyles-28.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345314101494688118.post-241335667140009253</id><published>2010-11-29T23:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T00:14:09.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Note To God</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dear God,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I sincerely have a question for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Why do you tend to put me in the same situations? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Like the one that I am facing now. It is almost the same one as you had put me through two years ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I had learned from the hard way on how to face it, felt the pain, get through it, picked myself up, took a bloody wrong turn that I'd regretted til today, then picked myself up again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;The only thing I managed to learn is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;to quit being so naive and to get my defenses up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Are you fooling with me, God?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And now, I am stuck in that same stupid situation again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Are you testing me? Testing my defenses maybe? Of how well I've had put it all up? Of how strong are they? Making me doubt myself? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Or maybe, testing me how well I can handle this situation this time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Since I claimed that I've been in it before. Or maybe you just plain enjoy watching me suffer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;But I am sure of one thing. I will not lose this time. Not this time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;I will not succumb. I will not give in. And I will prove it to you this time, dear God, that I will not fail. My will power is strong. You will see me win this war this time. All this because I have been there, and done that. And I want to thank you for it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Your test, I will persevere and excel it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Not only to prove to you, but to myself as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is my war.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Watch me fight my way through it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;And I will come back with victory in my hands. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The moment starts now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3345314101494688118-241335667140009253?l=schweetdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schweetdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/241335667140009253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3345314101494688118&amp;postID=241335667140009253&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345314101494688118/posts/default/241335667140009253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345314101494688118/posts/default/241335667140009253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schweetdevil.blogspot.com/2010/11/note-to-god.html' title='Note To God'/><author><name>Grace Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15712550636934555228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/Sx55dr_8DAI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/Nl0i8aTpJJU/S220/DSC03305.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345314101494688118.post-8774481754409755279</id><published>2010-11-29T02:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T02:52:00.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stilettos and Broken Bottles?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody said you got a new friend,&lt;br /&gt;There's a big black sky over my town,&lt;br /&gt;I know where you at, yeah I know it's stupid&lt;br /&gt;But I just got to see it for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm all messed up, I'm so out of line&lt;br /&gt;I'm spinning around in circles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far away, but still so near,&lt;br /&gt;But you don't see me, standing here&lt;br /&gt;I just came to say goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3345314101494688118-8774481754409755279?l=schweetdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schweetdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/8774481754409755279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3345314101494688118&amp;postID=8774481754409755279&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345314101494688118/posts/default/8774481754409755279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345314101494688118/posts/default/8774481754409755279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schweetdevil.blogspot.com/2010/11/im-in-corner-watching.html' title='Stilettos and Broken Bottles?'/><author><name>Grace Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15712550636934555228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/Sx55dr_8DAI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/Nl0i8aTpJJU/S220/DSC03305.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345314101494688118.post-422587388873785636</id><published>2010-11-28T00:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T00:50:58.228+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Noted</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a gentle reminder :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized that you are becoming more and more like me.&lt;br /&gt;Not in every single way of course. I wouldn't want that as well.&lt;br /&gt;Just in some other way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's put it this way, things that you despised about me, you are doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, give it a thought, a deep one, and the next time you want to say something about me regarding that matter, please think carefully.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to call you a hypocrite nor I want you to be one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;On a different note, I want to tell another person this : &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Fuck you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Can you please stop copying me? Of what I am doing? Get some originality please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;You are already very low on my list and by doing this, you are even lower. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Do you want to be THAT low? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;I fucking hate it when I see what you are doing. Or when you want to do it, at least don't do it in front of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Do it behind me, below me, when I'm sleeping or whatever. Just not when I can SEE it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Yeah seriously, fuck you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;This is not the first time already, you bastard.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;You are low. So low.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3345314101494688118-422587388873785636?l=schweetdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schweetdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/422587388873785636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3345314101494688118&amp;postID=422587388873785636&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345314101494688118/posts/default/422587388873785636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345314101494688118/posts/default/422587388873785636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schweetdevil.blogspot.com/2010/11/noted.html' title='Noted'/><author><name>Grace Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15712550636934555228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/Sx55dr_8DAI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/Nl0i8aTpJJU/S220/DSC03305.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345314101494688118.post-2764900542682674548</id><published>2010-11-26T02:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T02:49:22.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brain, My Brain</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very happy with myself.&lt;br /&gt;Reason?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only ONE very simple reason.&lt;br /&gt;I have zee awesomest brain everrr !&lt;br /&gt;Not to say that I am very smart/clever/brainiac or whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;But my brain is the awesomest !&lt;br /&gt;Serious shit. No joke man.&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, does your brain often listens to the instructions that you tell them?&lt;br /&gt;Especially concerning matters of the heart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet some of you don't even have that talent.&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha.I am so proud of myself, my achievement, of my ability that I've decided to say it out loud.&lt;br /&gt;It's not everyday that your brain listens to your instructions, and even if they do, they might not be successful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have the ability to do it.&lt;br /&gt;In a span of 3 months, I've had managed to perform the things that I told my brain to perform, and the first time it happened, I thought maybe it was just a trick but now, it's happened twice I don't believe its a trick anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU BRAIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it amazes me, of how my body just manages to shut down and let the brain function, to perform what I asked of it. Bloody proud of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I am smiling smugly with a stupid grin plastered all over my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3345314101494688118-2764900542682674548?l=schweetdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schweetdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/2764900542682674548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3345314101494688118&amp;postID=2764900542682674548&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345314101494688118/posts/default/2764900542682674548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345314101494688118/posts/default/2764900542682674548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schweetdevil.blogspot.com/2010/11/brain-my-brain.html' title='Brain, My Brain'/><author><name>Grace Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15712550636934555228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/Sx55dr_8DAI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/Nl0i8aTpJJU/S220/DSC03305.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345314101494688118.post-1478126525403435900</id><published>2010-11-24T22:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T22:58:43.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h6 style="text-align: center;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"&gt;"Never use someone to move on."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mann, how I hate those words.&lt;br /&gt;Hate it down to the core of my bones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3345314101494688118-1478126525403435900?l=schweetdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schweetdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/1478126525403435900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3345314101494688118&amp;postID=1478126525403435900&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345314101494688118/posts/default/1478126525403435900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345314101494688118/posts/default/1478126525403435900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schweetdevil.blogspot.com/2010/11/never-use-someone-to-move-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Grace Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15712550636934555228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/Sx55dr_8DAI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/Nl0i8aTpJJU/S220/DSC03305.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345314101494688118.post-4715934402307501076</id><published>2010-11-24T01:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T02:03:42.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Drug</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are like a drug.&lt;br /&gt;The more I take, the more I want.&lt;br /&gt;I am addicted. I have no choice but to go on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How can I stop myself when everything tastes so good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like a hypnotic web pulling me in, not letting me out, drowning me in.&lt;br /&gt;And I am not fighting it.&lt;br /&gt;As I sit here in the dark typing this, I realized I am in a path of self destruction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This drug of mine, I need to stop myself from taking it.&lt;br /&gt;It may be hard to curb my addiction, but to continue with it will only bring helplessness, hopelessness and painfulness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how addictive this drug is, I need to put it into a halt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But only if my brain wants to listen to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3345314101494688118-4715934402307501076?l=schweetdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schweetdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/4715934402307501076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3345314101494688118&amp;postID=4715934402307501076&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345314101494688118/posts/default/4715934402307501076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345314101494688118/posts/default/4715934402307501076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schweetdevil.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-drug.html' title='My Drug'/><author><name>Grace Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15712550636934555228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/Sx55dr_8DAI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/Nl0i8aTpJJU/S220/DSC03305.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345314101494688118.post-5599517697635411112</id><published>2010-11-21T18:41:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T18:44:59.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freako.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You said :&lt;br /&gt;You won't be able to see me for three months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;(Uh huh. And your point is?? I don't get what are you trying to imply. So what if I can't see you for three months? Does not mean a thing to me. Freakk.)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3345314101494688118-5599517697635411112?l=schweetdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schweetdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/5599517697635411112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3345314101494688118&amp;postID=5599517697635411112&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345314101494688118/posts/default/5599517697635411112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345314101494688118/posts/default/5599517697635411112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schweetdevil.blogspot.com/2010/11/freako.html' title='Freako.'/><author><name>Grace Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15712550636934555228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/Sx55dr_8DAI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/Nl0i8aTpJJU/S220/DSC03305.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345314101494688118.post-6870779047983710849</id><published>2010-11-21T05:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T05:42:56.328+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roller coaster rides?&lt;br /&gt;Adventures?&lt;br /&gt;It has been a whirlwind of emotions running through me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm missing out on things. I have not been acting like myself lately.&lt;br /&gt;Things have been strange and I don't know how to fix it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to fix these things anymore. I don't want to be the one that fixes all the things that are broken. I am not the maintenance person. I am tired of trying to fix and mend things that are broken. I don't want to be the one that keeps trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am trying to understand myself, of what I want, what I am doing. I'm tired of pretending. I'm sick and tired of it. I want to get rid of this facade, but yet, I don't know how. Sitting down and staring into space don't help much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized I have not been doing what I love to do ever since ... as long as I can remember.&lt;br /&gt;I want hugs. I have not been getting them as much as I want it lately.&lt;br /&gt;I have not been giving them out as much as I want to lately as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And right now, I am in desperate need of one.&lt;br /&gt;I want a hug, I crave for a hug, and I want your hug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause a hug from you, makes me feel better.&lt;br /&gt;Makes me feel alright, even if it is for a while.&lt;br /&gt;A hug from you, everything is worthwhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwIwL2pcN_k/So0_mas5aII/AAAAAAAAFDQ/By63XnTyXkQ/s400/I_Need_Hug.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwIwL2pcN_k/So0_mas5aII/AAAAAAAAFDQ/By63XnTyXkQ/s400/I_Need_Hug.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3345314101494688118-6870779047983710849?l=schweetdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schweetdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/6870779047983710849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3345314101494688118&amp;postID=6870779047983710849&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345314101494688118/posts/default/6870779047983710849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345314101494688118/posts/default/6870779047983710849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schweetdevil.blogspot.com/2010/11/roller-coaster-rides-adventures-it-has.html' title=''/><author><name>Grace Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15712550636934555228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/Sx55dr_8DAI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/Nl0i8aTpJJU/S220/DSC03305.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwIwL2pcN_k/So0_mas5aII/AAAAAAAAFDQ/By63XnTyXkQ/s72-c/I_Need_Hug.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345314101494688118.post-6650453365342300523</id><published>2010-11-21T04:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T04:51:21.017+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking .. Just Thinking</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You're sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;Shouldn't I be doing the same?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Times like these, I wish I know what you're thinking.&lt;br /&gt;Wish to open up your brain just to see what you're processing inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we know wishes don't come true, especially mine.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, come on, get real. If mine were to come true, I would have read everyone's brain and know what fucked up thoughts were inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm twisted. That does not mean you should be.&lt;br /&gt;But then again, I don't want any of you guys to be cause if everyone starts to get wired up and twisted, mann, this world is gonna be a creepy place to live in. Not as if it's not creepy enough now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3345314101494688118-6650453365342300523?l=schweetdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schweetdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/6650453365342300523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3345314101494688118&amp;postID=6650453365342300523&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345314101494688118/posts/default/6650453365342300523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345314101494688118/posts/default/6650453365342300523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schweetdevil.blogspot.com/2010/11/thinking-just-thinking.html' title='Thinking .. Just Thinking'/><author><name>Grace Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15712550636934555228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/Sx55dr_8DAI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/Nl0i8aTpJJU/S220/DSC03305.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345314101494688118.post-1088225275025390776</id><published>2010-11-20T05:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T05:43:34.539+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Deathly Hallows Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://vrempire.com/Image/BlogImg/20101005-HP7Poster/Harry-Poster-Deathly-Hallows-Poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 405px; height: 600px;" src="http://vrempire.com/Image/BlogImg/20101005-HP7Poster/Harry-Poster-Deathly-Hallows-Poster.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've seen it and it was awesome!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for part 2. Shooo excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love it!! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.heyuguys.co.uk/images/2010/10/Harry-Potter-and-the-Deathly-Hallows-Part-1-New-Character-Posters-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 398px; height: 639px;" src="http://www.heyuguys.co.uk/images/2010/10/Harry-Potter-and-the-Deathly-Hallows-Part-1-New-Character-Posters-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Emma Watson's stunning, as usual.&lt;br /&gt;If anything, she's even more beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://pinoyambisyoso.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/harry_potter_and_the_deathly_hallows_rupert_grint_poster9a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; 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margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 401px; height: 619px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eP-TQH6WbX0/TOKUhHu3ekI/AAAAAAAAMPY/RYWZnFcrvLY/s1600/Harry+Potter+and+the+Deathly+Hallows+Part+1+Portrait+Movie+Poster+Set+-+Rupert+Grint+as+Ron+Weasley.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eP-TQH6WbX0/TOKUgWs6-RI/AAAAAAAAMPU/QLuZFwnopdU/s1600/Harry+Potter+and+the+Deathly+Hallows+Part+1+Portrait+Movie+Poster+Set+-+Emma+Watson+as+Hermione+Granger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 395px; height: 631px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eP-TQH6WbX0/TOKUgWs6-RI/AAAAAAAAMPU/QLuZFwnopdU/s1600/Harry+Potter+and+the+Deathly+Hallows+Part+1+Portrait+Movie+Poster+Set+-+Emma+Watson+as+Hermione+Granger.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eP-TQH6WbX0/TOKUfZUp4rI/AAAAAAAAMPQ/bHD4qzFYBsE/s1600/Harry+Potter+and+the+Deathly+Hallows+Part+1+Portrait+Movie+Poster+Set+-+Daniel+Radcliffe+as+Harry+Potter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 391px; height: 625px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eP-TQH6WbX0/TOKUfZUp4rI/AAAAAAAAMPQ/bHD4qzFYBsE/s1600/Harry+Potter+and+the+Deathly+Hallows+Part+1+Portrait+Movie+Poster+Set+-+Daniel+Radcliffe+as+Harry+Potter.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3345314101494688118-1088225275025390776?l=schweetdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schweetdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/1088225275025390776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3345314101494688118&amp;postID=1088225275025390776&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345314101494688118/posts/default/1088225275025390776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345314101494688118/posts/default/1088225275025390776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schweetdevil.blogspot.com/2010/11/deathly-hallows-part-1.html' title='The Deathly Hallows Part 1'/><author><name>Grace Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15712550636934555228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/Sx55dr_8DAI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/Nl0i8aTpJJU/S220/DSC03305.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eP-TQH6WbX0/TOKUhHu3ekI/AAAAAAAAMPY/RYWZnFcrvLY/s72-c/Harry+Potter+and+the+Deathly+Hallows+Part+1+Portrait+Movie+Poster+Set+-+Rupert+Grint+as+Ron+Weasley.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345314101494688118.post-8784992710709627236</id><published>2010-11-18T22:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T22:57:00.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Effffffffffffffffffffffffff</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HvnrtGqYrfY/SgD-FJEyb9I/AAAAAAAABzA/Z_AJFuAo4Bo/s400/Fuck+You.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HvnrtGqYrfY/SgD-FJEyb9I/AAAAAAAABzA/Z_AJFuAo4Bo/s400/Fuck+You.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah fuck you from the beginning of time up til now.&lt;br /&gt;Fuck fuck fuck fuck!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate this. So, just fuck you and you and you and you and you.&lt;br /&gt;Fuck the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck them fuck him fuck her fuck you fuck myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm done.&lt;br /&gt;Fuck it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3345314101494688118-8784992710709627236?l=schweetdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schweetdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/8784992710709627236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3345314101494688118&amp;postID=8784992710709627236&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345314101494688118/posts/default/8784992710709627236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345314101494688118/posts/default/8784992710709627236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schweetdevil.blogspot.com/2010/11/effffffffffffffffffffffffff.html' title='Effffffffffffffffffffffffff'/><author><name>Grace Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15712550636934555228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/Sx55dr_8DAI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/Nl0i8aTpJJU/S220/DSC03305.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HvnrtGqYrfY/SgD-FJEyb9I/AAAAAAAABzA/Z_AJFuAo4Bo/s72-c/Fuck+You.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345314101494688118.post-194659058295333834</id><published>2010-11-11T00:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T00:54:19.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jane Austen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went Mid Valley just now.&lt;br /&gt;Ended up in MPH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I went to heaven.&lt;br /&gt;Saw them selling classics for RM9.90.&lt;br /&gt;So cheap it was a steal man. It's criminally wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had to control myself from buying everything.&lt;br /&gt;They even had Robinson Crusoe !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I was not interested in Mr. Robinson.&lt;br /&gt;I was more interested in books from Jane Austen.&lt;br /&gt;And after standing there for don't know how long I bought two of em.&lt;br /&gt;I mean like, come on man, normally one book costs 30 bucks so literally I can buy three already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am considered very good girl already okay by only buying two. Heheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://simania.co.il/bookimages/covers9/90616.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 365px; height: 575px;" src="http://simania.co.il/bookimages/covers9/90616.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blondierocket.files.wordpress.com/2009/11/emma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 569px;" src="http://blondierocket.files.wordpress.com/2009/11/emma.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The cover is not like that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lahh &lt;/span&gt;of course.&lt;br /&gt;I should have put up the Keira Knightley one instead but lazy already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I have a thing for old classics.&lt;br /&gt;Old soul here.&lt;br /&gt;Thou shalt not judge me.&lt;br /&gt;So, let this old soul be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3345314101494688118-194659058295333834?l=schweetdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schweetdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/194659058295333834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3345314101494688118&amp;postID=194659058295333834&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345314101494688118/posts/default/194659058295333834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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relationships.&lt;br /&gt;Of how they ever do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had always amazed me, and it still does, up until today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You people are great, so cherish what you have, before it is too late.&lt;br /&gt;Long distance, short distance, whatever distance.&lt;br /&gt;You guys are lucky to have each other.&lt;br /&gt;Cheers. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3345314101494688118-4359190252984202365?l=schweetdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schweetdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/4359190252984202365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3345314101494688118&amp;postID=4359190252984202365&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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the first page of our story&lt;br /&gt;The future seemed so bright&lt;br /&gt;Then this thing turned out so evil&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I'm still surprised&lt;br /&gt;Even angels have their wicked schemes&lt;br /&gt;And you take that to new extremes&lt;br /&gt;But you'll always be my hero&lt;br /&gt;Even though you've lost your mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Just gonna stand there and watch me burn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; But that's all right because I like the way it hurts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Just gonna stand there and hear me cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; But that's all right because I love the way you lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; I love the way you lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Ohhh, I love the way you lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now there's gravel in our voices&lt;br /&gt;Glass is shattered from the fight&lt;br /&gt;In this tug of war, you'll always win&lt;br /&gt;Even when I'm right&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you feed me fables from your hand&lt;br /&gt;With violent words and empty threats&lt;br /&gt;And it's sick that all these battles&lt;br /&gt;Are what keeps me satisfied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Just gonna stand there and watch me burn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;  But that's all right because I like the way it hurts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;  Just gonna stand there and hear me cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;  But that's all right because I love the way you lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;  I love the way you lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;  Ohhh, I love the way you lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So maybe I'm a masochist&lt;br /&gt;I try to run but I don't wanna ever leave&lt;br /&gt;Til the walls are goin' up&lt;br /&gt;In smoke with all our memories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;This morning, you wake, a sunray hits your face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt; Smeared makeup as we lay in the wake of destruction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt; Hush baby, speak softly, tell me I'll be sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt; That you pushed me into the coffee table last night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt; So I can push you off me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt; Try and touch me so I can scream at you not to touch me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt; Run out the room and I'll follow you like a lost puppy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt; Baby, without you, I'm nothing, I'm so lost, hug me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt; Then tell me how ugly I am, but that you'll always love me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt; Then after that, shove me, in the aftermath of the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt; Destructive path that we're on, two psychopaths but we&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt; Know that no matter how many knives we put in each other's backs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt; That we'll have each other's backs, 'cause we're that lucky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt; Together, we move mountains, let's not make mountains out of molehills, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt; You hit me twice, yeah, but who's countin'?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt; I may have hit you three times, I'm startin' to lose count&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt; But together, we'll live forever, we found the youth fountain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt; Our love is crazy, we're nuts, but I refused counsellin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt; This house is too huge, if you move out I'll burn all two thousand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt; Square feet of it to the ground, ain't shit you can do about it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt; With you I'm in my f-ckin' mind, without you, I'm out it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Just gonna stand there and watch me burn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;  But that's all right because I like the way it hurts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;  Just gonna stand there and hear me cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;  But that's all right because I love the way you lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;  I love the way you lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;  Ohhh, I love the way you lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Love the way you lie&lt;/span&gt;                          &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="overflow: hidden; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; border: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15712550636934555228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/Sx55dr_8DAI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/Nl0i8aTpJJU/S220/DSC03305.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345314101494688118.post-5709155156158196769</id><published>2010-11-02T19:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T20:07:39.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NAPPPPPPPPP !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supposed to be sleeping right now but here I am.&lt;br /&gt;Okay fine it's only 7:30 who sleeps so early (provided you're sick or something) so it's called a nap.&lt;br /&gt;Cat napping/power napping/caffeine napping whatever you called it it's still a NAP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am still not in bed yet.&lt;br /&gt;Business test tomorrow ughlikewhatthehellyesIamstartingthisalloveragain.&lt;br /&gt;Hate hate hate tests. Hectic. Tests, assignments, finals, end of semester one okay bye bye everyone see you in semester 2. Gahhhh!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should be studying you say? I did okay.&lt;br /&gt;Spent the whole afternoon in the library cramming things like centralization, decentralization, leadership, delegating, traits approach bla bla bla in my brain already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So enough. For now. Enough ranting should go to sleep already.&lt;br /&gt;I mean cat nap/power nap/caffeine nap.&lt;br /&gt;Just NAP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3345314101494688118-5709155156158196769?l=schweetdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schweetdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/5709155156158196769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3345314101494688118&amp;postID=5709155156158196769&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345314101494688118/posts/default/5709155156158196769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345314101494688118/posts/default/5709155156158196769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schweetdevil.blogspot.com/2010/11/nappppppppp.html' title='NAPPPPPPPPP !'/><author><name>Grace Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15712550636934555228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/Sx55dr_8DAI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/Nl0i8aTpJJU/S220/DSC03305.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345314101494688118.post-4310043504869999124</id><published>2010-10-29T21:33:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T22:17:22.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween Night 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two nights ago, we, the Pre-U Club and also the AUP of INTI College had the very first event.&lt;br /&gt;Well, the first event for Pre-U Club, not the first for AUP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the Halloween Night.&lt;br /&gt;Dubbed as the "Night of Spooktacular Horrors", it was indeed very spooky..not.&lt;br /&gt;Ahem. Sorry, didn't mean to say anything bad about it. But overall, the event was successful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/TMrNf5M72jI/AAAAAAAAA6A/cdMZfsRD9uU/s1600/Halloween+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 218px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/TMrNf5M72jI/AAAAAAAAA6A/cdMZfsRD9uU/s400/Halloween+6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533461039992789554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even I played a part in it okay.&lt;br /&gt;I was part of the drama/sketch.&lt;br /&gt;"Bloody Mary"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess who's Bloody Mary?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None other than&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;ME !!!!!&lt;br /&gt;(I sound damn LOA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worked my ass off for this drama/sketch okay?&lt;br /&gt;Well, maybe not as hard as the others, but still, at least okay?????? LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Basically, all Bloody Mary does is kill, kill and more killing.&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I kinda killed everybody.&lt;br /&gt;How hard is it to kill people, right? In fact, it should be fun killing people. Yay ! Lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the one on the floor is me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/TMrNfRs8RdI/AAAAAAAAA5o/RhK8IhfTtLQ/s1600/Halloween+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 287px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/TMrNfRs8RdI/AAAAAAAAA5o/RhK8IhfTtLQ/s400/Halloween+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533461029389616594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay no I lied. The one hovering over 'me' is me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/TMrNfhbY5YI/AAAAAAAAA5w/lD3nOn4sthY/s1600/Halloween+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/TMrNfhbY5YI/AAAAAAAAA5w/lD3nOn4sthY/s400/Halloween+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533461033610962306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I said all I ever do is kill right? There. I just killed 'me'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/TMrOewM364I/AAAAAAAAA6Y/QWRc9nIUltw/s1600/Halloween+10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 313px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/TMrOewM364I/AAAAAAAAA6Y/QWRc9nIUltw/s400/Halloween+10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533462119908371330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's me playing with the knife. I look like a panda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/TMrNfoEVHCI/AAAAAAAAA54/n3YD-IsuJpU/s1600/Halloween+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 220px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/TMrNfoEVHCI/AAAAAAAAA54/n3YD-IsuJpU/s400/Halloween+5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533461035393293346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The people and cast members that made the drama successful.&lt;br /&gt;From left to right :&lt;br /&gt;Ashley, Bloody Mary, Pretty Mary (yeah I had a double how cool is that but the height difference is a teeny weensy bit obvious...okay no lahh a lot larr I know), Zac, Bradley, Tracy, Calvin.&lt;br /&gt;p/s : Not real names but some are real names. Yeah I am twisted that way just like Bloody Mary going round killing people but I go round confusing them. Big difference okay? LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/TMrPwqog-uI/AAAAAAAAA6w/eO-2mxb1mus/s1600/Halloween+17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/TMrPwqog-uI/AAAAAAAAA6w/eO-2mxb1mus/s400/Halloween+17.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533463527162968802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Joker and The Joker ???&lt;br /&gt;But The Joker on the right hand side does not look like Joker ... so I guess he is ... Frankenstein ?? I don't know, he didn't really say who he was so, you know, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/TMrOfNZXLoI/AAAAAAAAA6o/PRaBKxwD8t0/s1600/Halloween+16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/TMrOfNZXLoI/AAAAAAAAA6o/PRaBKxwD8t0/s400/Halloween+16.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533462127745379970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Group picture =)&lt;br /&gt;I won the most outstanding costume of the night.&lt;br /&gt;But I feel that I don't deserve it lorr cause my costume and make up also not done by me. It was provided for me already. So, you know.. hmmm.. Oh welllll ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/TMrOehS7BcI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/lowbJ_vFF9Q/s1600/Halloween+9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/TMrOehS7BcI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/lowbJ_vFF9Q/s400/Halloween+9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533462115907208642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The maintenance guy.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly he wanted to take a picture of me with him. By the way, he requested me to do that.&lt;br /&gt;Worse thing was, he said he wanted to post it up in Facebook. I almost fainted when he told me that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/TMrOelVSGQI/AAAAAAAAA6I/x4xvShLra9o/s1600/Halloween+8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/TMrOelVSGQI/AAAAAAAAA6I/x4xvShLra9o/s400/Halloween+8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533462116990851330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/TMrOfOweSkI/AAAAAAAAA6g/7xGUGK986e0/s1600/Halloween+12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/TMrOfOweSkI/AAAAAAAAA6g/7xGUGK986e0/s400/Halloween+12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533462128110750274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So that is how I looked for the Halloween Night.&lt;br /&gt;Bloody Mary much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/TMrNe9s_OXI/AAAAAAAAA5g/P-Mz0UUYSUQ/s1600/33728_10150303319895361_899330360_15273320_1862415_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3345314101494688118-4310043504869999124?l=schweetdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schweetdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/4310043504869999124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3345314101494688118&amp;postID=4310043504869999124&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345314101494688118/posts/default/4310043504869999124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345314101494688118/posts/default/4310043504869999124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schweetdevil.blogspot.com/2010/10/halloween-night-2010.html' title='Halloween Night 2010'/><author><name>Grace Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15712550636934555228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/Sx55dr_8DAI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/Nl0i8aTpJJU/S220/DSC03305.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/TMrNf5M72jI/AAAAAAAAA6A/cdMZfsRD9uU/s72-c/Halloween+6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345314101494688118.post-5457187793845671309</id><published>2010-10-25T02:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T03:49:06.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here &amp; There</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are no such things as new beginnings.&lt;br /&gt;How can that be? It is only possible if you die and then you reborn.&lt;br /&gt;What exactly is a new beginning?&lt;br /&gt;To begin anew? How?&lt;br /&gt;Does new beginning means forgetting the past and move on? I mean, how does one forgets about the past? I know how to move on, but I don't know how to forget the past.&lt;br /&gt;My brain do not have the 'delete' button. Nor a 'recycle bin' icon.&lt;br /&gt;So don't start bullshitting on how to forget about the past, because it was the past that made who I am today. So who am I exactly?&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is : Someone I am not really proud of.&lt;br /&gt;Let's break it down. For starters, I cannot think of reasons that I can make myself to be proud of myself. There may be reasons, but there are not many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, people say there are many things that make you unique. Different people are different in every single way. You are not perfect. Nobody's perfect. Live and let live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, I don't know why I am so bitter. I really don't know.&lt;br /&gt;What is my problem really? And I will answer you I seriously don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just know that I've done things that I am not so proud of and also feeling sorry of (not all, just some). But I just feel like, I need my space, my room, my time alone, my solitary moment. Just give me that. You call it 'emo', I call it time to think, really think, and time to reevaluate. I just feel that I am feeling so suffocated that I almost choke and I can't breathe. I don't have my privacy, my freedom, my sense of belonging. Hell, how can someone live like that and not going to the asylum? I know I will be heading off there if I continue to live like this. I don't appreciate it when someone butts in and starts to know what you are doing, 24/7. I feel monitored, CCTV-ed. This is even worse than people in jail. At least they don't have that tight a security. They don't care what you do in the prison cell, just don't cause havoc and you can do whatever you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I don't want to repeat the things that I have done in the past, even though I know that I will still do it if I want to, the things that I have done to intentionally hurt people, things that I know I am capable of doing, things that I know if I do it, I might not even regret it and I won't feel it as well. It will not affect me. If you are smart, stay away from me. I am not worth your time and your energy. You will end up hurting yourself. You might not even understand me, my behavior, my actions but you see, I don't really care whether you understand or not because it all just comes down to one thing :&lt;br /&gt;I don't want you to understand me, and it really is none of your business to take your precious time to start evaluating me and try to understand me better. Just don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I would really like to apologize though, for lying to you, countlessly.&lt;br /&gt;I will never let off too much, never too much. I know you're good, but I'm the wrong person to be good with. Cause I'm not worth it. Just not me.&lt;br /&gt;Or if you would like to put it, I am just plain mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said it back then, I don't know why we are communicating everyday.&lt;br /&gt;I still don't get it until now. You get it?&lt;br /&gt;Facebook, Twitter, Blogger.&lt;br /&gt;  You want privacy? Go fuck yourself.&lt;br /&gt;  There is no such thing as privacy anymore.&lt;br /&gt;  Unless you want to be an anti-social and shut down all these websites  and be called weird and pathetic and living in the era of the  Flinstones, there is no such things called privacy anymore.&lt;br /&gt;  How protected are your stuff out there in the www dot world?&lt;br /&gt;  No matter how tight you keep your things, there are always people that are called hackers.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  Way before all these technological advancements, you won't know if a  person is sober, angry, happy, upset, husband/wife cheated etc..&lt;br /&gt;  Now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, there's one thing about the room that I am staying in together with the people that occupies it.&lt;br /&gt;My room, there are two people. Me and another girl.&lt;br /&gt;There is no problem between her and I actually. But at the same time, there is also one major problem. Privacy &amp;amp; freedom.&lt;br /&gt;I see her everyday, knows what time she sleeps, eats, bathes, attend the same classes, same friends and same places to go for lunch and dinner. She has me on Facebook, she knows my link to my blog and also on my pending request list to follow me on Twitter. I MEAN, WHERE THE HELL IS MY PRIVACY? HOW MUCH MORE THAT I CAN TAKE BEFORE EVERYTHING BLOWS OUT OF PROPORTION?&lt;br /&gt;I FEEL LIKE A FUCKING OLD MARRIED COUPLE. HELL, EVEN MARRIED COUPLES DON'T NEED TO SEE EACH OTHER THAT OFTEN. I PRACTICALLY HAVE TO SEE HER FOR 24 HOURS A DAY (DEDUCT OFF THE SLEEPING TIME).&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I am grateful that I have someone to talk to, but to me, this is just too much already.&lt;br /&gt;When I was at home, I don't even see my mum that often. I figured if she was my boyfriend, I'll get sick and start vomiting the moment I see him again. How romantic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just let me rant, I have a lot to let off my chest.&lt;br /&gt;And I apologize if you happen to read this. I don't hate you. I don't. I am just having unresolved issues with myself that I hope I can resolve as soon as possible even though I know it is not possible. Well, at least not at the time being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you want me to stop being so bitter?&lt;br /&gt;You give me my space, my time, my solitary moment.&lt;br /&gt;You can't give me that? No?&lt;br /&gt;I will continue being bitter. Live with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3345314101494688118-5457187793845671309?l=schweetdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schweetdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/5457187793845671309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3345314101494688118&amp;postID=5457187793845671309&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345314101494688118/posts/default/5457187793845671309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345314101494688118/posts/default/5457187793845671309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schweetdevil.blogspot.com/2010/10/here-there.html' title='Here &amp; There'/><author><name>Grace Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15712550636934555228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/Sx55dr_8DAI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/Nl0i8aTpJJU/S220/DSC03305.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345314101494688118.post-3875408119543910829</id><published>2010-10-17T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T20:08:05.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://s3.amazonaws.com/data.tumblr.com/tumblr_kpdo3kdvCO1qzaf17o1_r1_1280.jpg?AWSAccessKeyId=0RYTHV9YYQ4W5Q3HQMG2&amp;amp;Expires=1287402702&amp;amp;Signature=FAj5EDukX8ClAYcUX5fnYng%2Bsqw%3D"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; 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Fuck All Of You.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, if you have noticed, I am starting to curse on my assignment. Again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, I will start to curse whenever I have an assignment/project/exam.&lt;br /&gt;This is starting to be a pattern now that whenever there's such things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I did not curse here, that's why you don't see it here in the blog.&lt;br /&gt;I took it upon Twitter. Poor Twitter. It was so easy to take my angst upon you, for you provided me a 140 character short yet simple basement for me to curse, to scold, to do whatever I want.&lt;br /&gt;Who asked you to be so easy and simple and so reachable?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here am I again swearing upon the assignment, but this time, it is my blog plus my Twitter.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why but I just like to swear upon them. It just gives me the kicks and I feel happier when I start to swear. Yeah I know, FML but who cares?&lt;br /&gt;I've sworn on Business Management, Basic Computing, General Studies, Economics and now Malaysian Studies. The only subjects left that I have not sworn are just English and Maths. Why? I like them more. And biased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I sit, in Subang Airport (no I am not running away nor going for a holiday nor waiting for a plane to catch).&lt;br /&gt;I am here, in the McDonald's of Subang Airport to do my idiotic assignment. Why so far?&lt;br /&gt;Roommate's here. So why do I follow her?&lt;br /&gt;SIMPLE.&lt;br /&gt;Fear of cockroaches.&lt;br /&gt;I have this fear that there will be a cockroach in my room (there was one two days ago) and I do not catch roaches but run away from them so that's why I am here yada yada yada.&lt;br /&gt;And I am eating stale fries drinking large coke plus salt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assignment. Right, supposed to be doing 'em but resorted to reading May Zhee's blog.&lt;br /&gt;I just love her writings not because of who she is, but I feel that she is quite alike with me on certain matters. ONLY CERTAIN MATTERS. But of course, she's smarter than me, fouler than me and prettier than me and everything more than me. And she loves history, I DON'T. People who loves history are OLD. Sorry, no offenses here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may say she's rude or whatsoever sometimes, but what she say is true. Only sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;Like what she said &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" href="http://mayzhee.blogspot.com/2010/10/sowing-seeds-of-pessimism-since-2009.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://http//mayzhee.blogspot.com/2010/10/sowing-seeds-of-pessimism-since-2009.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. It's not that I am worshiping what she said, but I was already like that way before I read her blog. I am not so stupid as to jeopardize my life to what she says just because I like what she's writing. I might be stupid but not that stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so, back to Malaysian Studies. Will start to curse whenever I start thinking of it.&lt;br /&gt;Might as well get to it as soon as possible and get done with it since I'm stuck here at McDonald's with stale fries (yes still have not finished it yet) and also coke. Blahh. To hell with it. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3345314101494688118-1750280066625077155?l=schweetdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schweetdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/1750280066625077155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3345314101494688118&amp;postID=1750280066625077155&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345314101494688118/posts/default/1750280066625077155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345314101494688118/posts/default/1750280066625077155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schweetdevil.blogspot.com/2010/10/fuck-malaysian-studies-fuck-all-of-you.html' title='Fuck Malaysian Studies. Fuck All Of You.'/><author><name>Grace Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15712550636934555228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/Sx55dr_8DAI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/Nl0i8aTpJJU/S220/DSC03305.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345314101494688118.post-8838774893764620558</id><published>2010-10-04T23:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T00:01:38.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pondering.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have found someone like me, or at least, somewhat a little bit like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way we talk, the way we act, the way we protect ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;And I thought I was weird cause it seemed like I was the only one, but ...&lt;br /&gt;now it's not so weird anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to explain it but I'm glad. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3345314101494688118-8838774893764620558?l=schweetdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schweetdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/8838774893764620558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3345314101494688118&amp;postID=8838774893764620558&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345314101494688118/posts/default/8838774893764620558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345314101494688118/posts/default/8838774893764620558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schweetdevil.blogspot.com/2010/10/pondering.html' title='Pondering.'/><author><name>Grace Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15712550636934555228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/Sx55dr_8DAI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/Nl0i8aTpJJU/S220/DSC03305.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345314101494688118.post-1868604821598436301</id><published>2010-10-02T17:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T17:15:08.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adam Lambert Glam Nation Tour</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.lifeinkl.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/479810_239689_poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 536px; height: 216px;" src="http://www.lifeinkl.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/479810_239689_poster.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hello peeps !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what is that???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It means that &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I AM GOING TO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;ADAM LAMBERT'S GLAM NATION TOUR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ON THE 14TH OF OCTOBER !!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna thank my mum for granting my birthday wishh.&lt;br /&gt;This is my best birthday gift ever in my short 18 years of life,&lt;br /&gt;apart from the fact that I was born, which was the best gift for me, and some, pain in the ass. XDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So happy now I am practically grinning like a mad cow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;I LOVE YOU MUMMYYYY !!!&lt;br /&gt;MUACKS MUACKS MUACKS !!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3345314101494688118-1868604821598436301?l=schweetdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schweetdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/1868604821598436301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3345314101494688118&amp;postID=1868604821598436301&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345314101494688118/posts/default/1868604821598436301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345314101494688118/posts/default/1868604821598436301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schweetdevil.blogspot.com/2010/10/adam-lambert-glam-nation-tour.html' title='Adam Lambert Glam Nation Tour'/><author><name>Grace Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15712550636934555228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/Sx55dr_8DAI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/Nl0i8aTpJJU/S220/DSC03305.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345314101494688118.post-5849531401643767343</id><published>2010-10-01T01:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T01:40:42.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Face.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is gonna be interesting, for some of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confession time.&lt;br /&gt; Yes, I admit I am a two-faced bitch. Okay? Happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am not like that to everyone. Just some, whom I don't need to name them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But just to clarify things, I may be two-faced, but I don't tell out whatever you had confided in me, two-faced or not. Because you had put your trust in me, I have the responsibility to keep it, uphold my reputation, albeit how bitchy I am or will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You hate me? Wanna scratch my face, claw my eyeballs out?&lt;br /&gt;I'm a bitch. Will be a meaner one when I'm in the mood.&lt;br /&gt;Can't stand me?&lt;br /&gt;Then fucking get off my face or whatever. I won't change. I don't care.&lt;br /&gt;I might be alone, I don't care. I'm used to it already.&lt;br /&gt;I am a loner. Take it or leave it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;P.S. - And to Tang Fong, yes, you, Tang Fong, no, this is not yet another emo post.&lt;br /&gt;I am actually fine and doing very well. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;I just needed to clarify some things. That's all. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3345314101494688118-5849531401643767343?l=schweetdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schweetdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/5849531401643767343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3345314101494688118&amp;postID=5849531401643767343&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345314101494688118/posts/default/5849531401643767343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345314101494688118/posts/default/5849531401643767343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schweetdevil.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-face.html' title='My Face.'/><author><name>Grace Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15712550636934555228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/Sx55dr_8DAI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/Nl0i8aTpJJU/S220/DSC03305.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345314101494688118.post-1103955610546564101</id><published>2010-09-25T12:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T13:00:29.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Afraid</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I got up and I wanna tell the world that I'm not afraid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not at all. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3345314101494688118-1103955610546564101?l=schweetdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schweetdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/1103955610546564101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3345314101494688118&amp;postID=1103955610546564101&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345314101494688118/posts/default/1103955610546564101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345314101494688118/posts/default/1103955610546564101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schweetdevil.blogspot.com/2010/09/not-afraid.html' title='Not Afraid'/><author><name>Grace Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15712550636934555228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/Sx55dr_8DAI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/Nl0i8aTpJJU/S220/DSC03305.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345314101494688118.post-2319487572045700148</id><published>2010-09-24T19:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T20:32:52.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Want To Die !!?!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am pretty messed up today.&lt;br /&gt;I WANT TO DIE I WANT TO DIE I WANT TO DIE !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason for wanting to die and going crazy : ASSIGNMENTS !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy to the point that this story came up :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://greg-jones.ca/images/20080614000217_img_2782-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 535px; height: 356px;" src="http://greg-jones.ca/images/20080614000217_img_2782-2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;First I said I wanted to buy a one way ticket to Paris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I will blow up all my money on couture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2265/2531007691_fb6cc598c4_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 218px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2265/2531007691_fb6cc598c4_m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hiamag.com/admin/video/video%5Clouis_vuitton_logo_expo2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 480px;" src="http://www.hiamag.com/admin/video/video%5Clouis_vuitton_logo_expo2010.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.artero.it/images/branding/brand_Lacroix_copia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 400px;" src="http://www.artero.it/images/branding/brand_Lacroix_copia.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://yienyien.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/12/gucci-blog-photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://yienyien.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/12/gucci-blog-photo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_APgJMqi9LtQ/TCheTqYfO9I/AAAAAAAAAR8/CC9r2dB-51E/s1600/dior_logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 465px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_APgJMqi9LtQ/TCheTqYfO9I/AAAAAAAAAR8/CC9r2dB-51E/s1600/dior_logo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pretty mad uh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next thing is even madder.&lt;br /&gt;I will then dress up prettily in everything I had just bought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.world-city-photos.org/Paris/paris_eiffel_tower_show/Eiffel_Tower_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 335px; height: 500px;" src="http://www.world-city-photos.org/Paris/paris_eiffel_tower_show/Eiffel_Tower_1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And jump down from the very top of the Eiffel Tower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expensive way to go but still want to look nice. FML.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ucbcomedy.com/talent/i/18"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://www.ucbcomedy.com/talent/i/18" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ucbcomedy.com/talent/i/18"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And somehow, Price Charming will be down there with arms wide open to catch me from that fall.&lt;br /&gt;(No face cause I don't know who is it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, want to die or not one?&lt;br /&gt;Just only said wanted to die but somehow ended up got Prince Charming some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overactive imagination. I'm going crazy !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3345314101494688118-2319487572045700148?l=schweetdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schweetdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/2319487572045700148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3345314101494688118&amp;postID=2319487572045700148&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345314101494688118/posts/default/2319487572045700148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345314101494688118/posts/default/2319487572045700148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schweetdevil.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-want-to-die.html' title='I Want To Die !!?!!'/><author><name>Grace Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15712550636934555228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/Sx55dr_8DAI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/Nl0i8aTpJJU/S220/DSC03305.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2265/2531007691_fb6cc598c4_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345314101494688118.post-92216222945998647</id><published>2010-09-23T21:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T22:13:11.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Peeps !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a quick shout out :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I LOVE MY CLASSMATES !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/TJteuw0UBlI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/dWg7jLszWXk/s1600/61511_1508738289976_1579894104_31180709_2535621_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/TJteuw0UBlI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/dWg7jLszWXk/s400/61511_1508738289976_1579894104_31180709_2535621_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520109925743986258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such an awesome bunch of people. =D&lt;br /&gt;They are like the awesomest people I've ever met.&lt;br /&gt;(This is only part of it. Could not find a picture with the complete class. And this happened to be the picture with the most of them.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3345314101494688118-92216222945998647?l=schweetdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schweetdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/92216222945998647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3345314101494688118&amp;postID=92216222945998647&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345314101494688118/posts/default/92216222945998647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345314101494688118/posts/default/92216222945998647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schweetdevil.blogspot.com/2010/09/peeps.html' title='Peeps !!'/><author><name>Grace Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15712550636934555228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/Sx55dr_8DAI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/Nl0i8aTpJJU/S220/DSC03305.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/TJteuw0UBlI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/dWg7jLszWXk/s72-c/61511_1508738289976_1579894104_31180709_2535621_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345314101494688118.post-9067175139376754921</id><published>2010-09-19T14:24:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T20:35:46.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FML.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it takes a bottle of beer to make you realize about things that have gone wrong,&lt;br /&gt;then why is it so wrong to have it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When things are troubling you and you thought it could help you sleep better after having it,&lt;br /&gt;but it made you even more aware of things that have gone wrong, very very wrong,&lt;br /&gt;that it's time to think, to reevaluate everything about your fucked up life,&lt;br /&gt;and it made me realized one thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized the thing that had happened before was happening again.&lt;br /&gt;But the question was why am I so affected by it? How I could have felt the isolation, the hurt, the bitterness? Things like that are not supposed to affect me anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Then it occurred to me. It came like a slap on my face, like tonnes of bricks that fell on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question is :&lt;br /&gt;How could I let this happen to me. It has already happened once, why did you let it happen again? How can you be so dumb, so stupid, so naive?&lt;br /&gt;It's really like that proverb that I find it so stupid, you know that goes :&lt;br /&gt;'fool me once, shame on you, fool me twice, shame on me'.&lt;br /&gt;Yea, ME.&lt;br /&gt;I am THAT stupid uh !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naturally, I panicked. Hell. I am human, of course I panicked.&lt;br /&gt;Then I thought about it, really putting my head into it and thought. Hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized, finally realized what was actually happening.&lt;br /&gt;My walls are crumbling. My precious walls that I've took so much time and effort to build, to seal, they are crumbling. At an alarming rate.&lt;br /&gt;My defenses are running low. So low to the point it's as if it wasn't even there in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;I've got no shield, no armor. No nothing.&lt;br /&gt;And that is dangerous, for a person like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to rebuild it fast.&lt;br /&gt;No time to think, just action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things with other people shouldn't affect me, only things with me should affect me.&lt;br /&gt;And that's really all that matters.&lt;br /&gt;Me, me and ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may think I'm stupid to rebuild that wall, to cement it down with concrete,&lt;br /&gt;to do whatever shit with it. But I NEED it.&lt;br /&gt;It is my key to survival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without these walls, I cannot survive.&lt;br /&gt;They are my key to survival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was biased, but it won't happen ever again.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is the same, they are human, they won't change.&lt;br /&gt;Their preferences won't change.&lt;br /&gt;And I need to get that into my empty brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3345314101494688118-9067175139376754921?l=schweetdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schweetdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/9067175139376754921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3345314101494688118&amp;postID=9067175139376754921&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345314101494688118/posts/default/9067175139376754921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345314101494688118/posts/default/9067175139376754921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schweetdevil.blogspot.com/2010/09/fucked-up.html' title='FML.'/><author><name>Grace Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15712550636934555228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/Sx55dr_8DAI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/Nl0i8aTpJJU/S220/DSC03305.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345314101494688118.post-4646182924411176554</id><published>2010-09-19T01:35:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T20:35:56.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Title of The Post Is ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.... and also a note-to-self :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should. Stop. Self. Destruction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also a random thought :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alcohol and cheese don't really go well together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3345314101494688118-4646182924411176554?l=schweetdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schweetdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/4646182924411176554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3345314101494688118&amp;postID=4646182924411176554&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345314101494688118/posts/default/4646182924411176554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345314101494688118/posts/default/4646182924411176554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schweetdevil.blogspot.com/2010/09/title-of-post-is.html' title='The Title of The Post Is ...'/><author><name>Grace Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15712550636934555228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/Sx55dr_8DAI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/Nl0i8aTpJJU/S220/DSC03305.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345314101494688118.post-8419322107544094050</id><published>2010-09-18T23:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T20:36:13.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>But Of Course ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;... I am dumber than her, stupider than her, completely not a match with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot expect too much, hold my hopes up much too high, for after all,&lt;br /&gt;people only prefer smarter people in this world,&lt;br /&gt;to seek advise from them and to share their opinions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who cares bout the stupid ones?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am completely 101% not a match. AT ALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And stop that stupid you are the only exception song in my head.&lt;br /&gt;Because you are not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3345314101494688118-8419322107544094050?l=schweetdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schweetdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/8419322107544094050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3345314101494688118&amp;postID=8419322107544094050&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345314101494688118/posts/default/8419322107544094050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345314101494688118/posts/default/8419322107544094050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schweetdevil.blogspot.com/2010/09/but-of-course.html' title='But Of Course ...'/><author><name>Grace Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15712550636934555228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/Sx55dr_8DAI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/Nl0i8aTpJJU/S220/DSC03305.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345314101494688118.post-1342198517926592748</id><published>2010-09-11T13:05:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T16:06:54.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Twitter, My Ass.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like being random?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do.&lt;br /&gt;Which explains why I am posting up freakingly random pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, since I am being random, let me ask you a question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what a 'Durex' is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hello, just because you are being random does not mean you can be plain sarcastic and assume everyone is stupid and you are fucking smart, which, by the way, you aren't. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And I know what a freaking 'Durex' is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was wondering, if 'Durex' and 'Dumex' have any connection?&lt;br /&gt;They sound pretty much alike and they just changed the 'r' to 'm' in the middle (wanna see my middle finger btw?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, plan B when 'Durex' just don't work out then you save up enough money in that period of 9 months then you buy 'Dumex'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Heck, maybe they should work together you know, with a slogan of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; "Buy 'Durex' but if it doesn't work out then opt for 'Dumex'. We're the same, but not alike."&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, people won't wanna hire me to create their company slogans after this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And 'Durex' will probably sue me if they read this cause I am just plain demoralizing their brand.&lt;br /&gt;They have a freaking quality control department to prove that their products are not so terrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also an ad to people out there and their competitive brands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/TIsOgogSRdI/AAAAAAAAA3s/S7TM1ztJgJc/s1600/29137_402697102250_156669012250_4771542_2161145_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 285px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/TIsOgogSRdI/AAAAAAAAA3s/S7TM1ztJgJc/s400/29137_402697102250_156669012250_4771542_2161145_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515518122436740562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about 3D? You love it?&lt;br /&gt;HEARD only Avatar had the best 3D ever and the other movies in 3D just plain sucked.&lt;br /&gt;Well, tell you a secret, which is not so secretive anymore after I tell you this, but I have yet to watch a movie in 3D and I did not watch Avatar, despite all those good reviews.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's why I said I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;HEARD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I guess you guys out there will LOVE 3D even more if it is like this :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/TIsOhUMW7eI/AAAAAAAAA30/Y3p4AZhPqbk/s1600/38006_418825782250_156669012250_5209625_3441197_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/TIsOhUMW7eI/AAAAAAAAA30/Y3p4AZhPqbk/s400/38006_418825782250_156669012250_5209625_3441197_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515518134164319714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bet you will experience 'Jurassic Park' in a whole new level.&lt;br /&gt;And it's a Panasonic ad by the way. Not a new 3D movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, maybe that lady in yellow is just plain hallucinating after watching too many 3D movies. After taking off that 3D glasses, it might just be a toy dinosaur that his son left lying around after playing with it. You know how boys are, don't ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if 'Durex' really did not work out for some of you, and you ended up buying 'Dumex' for that little one, they might just reward you with their seriously cute drawings (which is x100000 nicer than mine) about what you did at home when your wife went grocery shopping. They might just put it up on the refrigerator to show off their proud drawings, without you knowing because they would want their parents to notice their proud little drawings, like how your girlfriend parades in after having that haircut without them telling you cause they want you to notice it?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, that same concept here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/TIsOiqISlvI/AAAAAAAAA4E/Urzm_xLg0jw/s1600/40266_418764207250_156669012250_5208382_1692704_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 292px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/TIsOiqISlvI/AAAAAAAAA4E/Urzm_xLg0jw/s400/40266_418764207250_156669012250_5208382_1692704_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515518157232707314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then you'd be that dead meat your wife did not manage to get in the market, during her grocery shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How about Facebook? Do you have a Facebook profile?&lt;br /&gt;Cause if you don't, then my one and only advise to you would be :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Don't create one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason ??&lt;br /&gt;Right below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/TIsOgKqK1SI/AAAAAAAAA3k/EXbIlrdfHU8/s1600/29137_402484507250_156669012250_4766667_2897585_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 308px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/TIsOgKqK1SI/AAAAAAAAA3k/EXbIlrdfHU8/s400/29137_402484507250_156669012250_4766667_2897585_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515518114425132322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, after much randomly sarcastic remarks, here's some general knowledge to widen your perspective and also your knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/TIsOiDueqkI/AAAAAAAAA38/dkj5CaIPsLU/s1600/38941_416436727250_156669012250_5143076_8338933_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 344px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/TIsOiDueqkI/AAAAAAAAA38/dkj5CaIPsLU/s400/38941_416436727250_156669012250_5143076_8338933_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515518146923899458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*two thumbs up*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Remarks : The random pictures does not belong to me (like duhh obviously). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I just copy and pasted it from someone's Facebook profile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Follow me on Twitter if you like me, would ya?&lt;br /&gt;If you hate me, you can follow me too. I can take haters once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my page :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/gracenat"&gt;http://twitter.com/gracenat&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3345314101494688118-1342198517926592748?l=schweetdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schweetdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/1342198517926592748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3345314101494688118&amp;postID=1342198517926592748&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345314101494688118/posts/default/1342198517926592748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345314101494688118/posts/default/1342198517926592748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schweetdevil.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-twitter-my-ass.html' title='My Twitter, My Ass.'/><author><name>Grace Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15712550636934555228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/Sx55dr_8DAI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/Nl0i8aTpJJU/S220/DSC03305.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/TIsOgogSRdI/AAAAAAAAA3s/S7TM1ztJgJc/s72-c/29137_402697102250_156669012250_4771542_2161145_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345314101494688118.post-5090694080725690815</id><published>2010-09-06T23:15:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T23:38:55.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That Bukit Tinggi Trip ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I went Bukit Tinggi last Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initial plan was to go to Genting Highlands but mum changed her mind last minute so ...&lt;br /&gt;that was how we ended up in Bukit Tinggi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures? Can't upload it yet as I did not bring back the USB thing for I left it in KL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will post it this time for sure because I ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(this is the highlight of the whole trip the whole time I was in Bukit Tinggi apart from the pizza I had which was superb. But then again, anything Italian for me is wonderfullllll~&lt;br /&gt;ya know, ranging from the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;men&lt;/span&gt;. Italian men are so hot, so sexyyyyyyyyyyyyyy. Ahem. Apart from that, the food is heavenlyyyyyyyy. Too bad french kissing isn't anything about Italy. *coughs*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY so I've strayed too far from what I wanted to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I WILL post the pictures up BECAUSE on this particular trip to Bukit Tinggi, I had finally found my knight in shining armor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so in lurvee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I will only talk more about him after I let the whole wide world sees him for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, I am soooooo grateful that we went Bukit Tinggi instead of Genting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3345314101494688118-5090694080725690815?l=schweetdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schweetdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/5090694080725690815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3345314101494688118&amp;postID=5090694080725690815&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345314101494688118/posts/default/5090694080725690815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345314101494688118/posts/default/5090694080725690815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schweetdevil.blogspot.com/2010/09/that-bukit-tinggi-trip.html' title='That Bukit Tinggi Trip ♥'/><author><name>Grace Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15712550636934555228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/Sx55dr_8DAI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/Nl0i8aTpJJU/S220/DSC03305.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345314101494688118.post-3709390473870396358</id><published>2010-09-01T00:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T00:49:34.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OMG I'm so childish but I had to blog about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so happy that I've finally got my own blog header. =)&lt;br /&gt;Yeah no biggie for some of you but very big for a person like me&lt;br /&gt;(I'm a computer illiterate, remember ??).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to use paint, but I managed to get that header done.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm proud of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not superbly brilliant, I know, but that's all that I can manage, for now.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least it covers the whole top part of the header, unlike the previous one, which was on one side (left, to be exact) and looked, errr, odd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Happy Birthday Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;I'm late I know, but at least I wished. Haha not as if you can hear me anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Happy 53rd Independence, Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;You're getting old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3345314101494688118-3709390473870396358?l=schweetdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schweetdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/3709390473870396358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3345314101494688118&amp;postID=3709390473870396358&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345314101494688118/posts/default/3709390473870396358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345314101494688118/posts/default/3709390473870396358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schweetdevil.blogspot.com/2010/09/omg.html' title='OMG'/><author><name>Grace Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15712550636934555228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/Sx55dr_8DAI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/Nl0i8aTpJJU/S220/DSC03305.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345314101494688118.post-3989499150504697251</id><published>2010-08-28T03:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T03:11:48.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Polite ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bloody bugger.&lt;br /&gt;Can't you say a simple&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;'thank you'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't open your mouth is it?&lt;br /&gt;Open already gold will fall out from it is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I don't know why am I so polite.&lt;br /&gt;No reason lorr I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;I even apologized to you but you did not even say anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3345314101494688118-3989499150504697251?l=schweetdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schweetdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/3989499150504697251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3345314101494688118&amp;postID=3989499150504697251&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345314101494688118/posts/default/3989499150504697251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345314101494688118/posts/default/3989499150504697251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schweetdevil.blogspot.com/2010/08/polite.html' title='Polite ?'/><author><name>Grace Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15712550636934555228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/Sx55dr_8DAI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/Nl0i8aTpJJU/S220/DSC03305.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345314101494688118.post-107455727688971560</id><published>2010-08-27T01:39:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T20:41:35.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Between Facebook, Twitter &amp; Blogger.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facebook's too public, the number of words that Twitter provides me is not enough for me to rant everything out, and Blogger's just nice. Not too public and I can write as much as I want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I don't understand why must you pass the phone to him whenever I call you.&lt;br /&gt;Not that I mind you passing the phone to someone else, but just NOT to him because I don't like him so I don't want to talk to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND IF there was something that I want to say to him, I will just fucking call him. No need for me to call you and then pass the phone to him.&lt;br /&gt;NOT NECESSARY !!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And shit but some of you guys are just like dead people.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why. You seem so nice to other people but to me you're like, I don't know, ignoring me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I am thinking too much but IF you have a fucking problem with me so just fucking confront the problem with me. Why are you all like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keeping quiet won't help so does what I am doing which is by typing all of this down. But if you guys really have a problem then just confront me, I won't eat you up alive BUT if you DON'T have a problem then get the emo attitude out of my face !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck weihh, I don't know &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lahh. &lt;/span&gt;Up to you guys what you all wanna do. I don't wanna care already, well, at least for tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wish she can quit laughing so loudly. Sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;The other day, her laughter caused me to have a headache.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, okay, maybe I laugh that loud too, it's uncontrollable, I know, I understand, but, can't you at least maybe try to control it a lil? It is currently 2.11 in the-fucking-morning.&lt;br /&gt;If it's in the morning then okay, you laugh all you want, I don't care (not really) but not now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, freedom of speech my ass !!!!&lt;br /&gt;Just the other day, I saw a girl in INTI with that mushroom hairstyle, so all I said was just :&lt;br /&gt;I hate that hairstyle. It looks like it's been chopped out at the wrong place and it's like she can't decide whether she wants long hair or short hair. Can't she make up her mind??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next moment, everyone around me was saying one thing :&lt;br /&gt;SHHHHHHHHH !!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like hellooooo. I was just voicing out my opinion.&lt;br /&gt;Is that a crime???? I mean, okay, it may mean that I am criticizing her, but actually, I was just criticizing her hairstyle and the inventor of that hairstyle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah okay it's her choice to cut whatever hairstyle she wants cause it's her hair and so I can just say whatever I want because it's my FREAKING mouth !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want to cut your hair that way, you gotta accept that not all people will like it and not all people will dislike it. And so are other things in life. There are the pros and cons in everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just the way of life.&lt;br /&gt;And I happen to be one of the people who disliked your hairstyle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you come up to me and say you don't like my hairstyle, I will accept it, and then you can just fuck off. You gave me your opinion, I accept it and let it be done with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same goes for that girl with the horrible hair.&lt;br /&gt;I may not say that infront of her face, but she might have heard it, and I did not continue anymore after that. I just wanted to get my point across, that's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was it so wrong to say what I felt at that moment ?&lt;br /&gt;Why can't people say what they want to instead of just keep bottling it up inside ??&lt;br /&gt;Life will be so much easier if what you want to voice out is being actually voiced out and not kept inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3345314101494688118-107455727688971560?l=schweetdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schweetdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/107455727688971560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3345314101494688118&amp;postID=107455727688971560&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345314101494688118/posts/default/107455727688971560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345314101494688118/posts/default/107455727688971560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schweetdevil.blogspot.com/2010/08/between-facebook-twitter-blogger.html' title='Between Facebook, Twitter &amp; Blogger.'/><author><name>Grace Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15712550636934555228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/Sx55dr_8DAI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/Nl0i8aTpJJU/S220/DSC03305.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345314101494688118.post-8739635254639192924</id><published>2010-08-16T17:42:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T19:08:22.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Classmates</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Greetings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been quite long since I've posted something with pictures in it.&lt;br /&gt;I mean pictures that I take and then post them up, with actual human (not that the last time ones are not human), not the ones that I copied and pasted from the internet, but the one that contains my face (still very vain, old habits die hard) and also other people's face in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm gonna blog about my classmates.&lt;br /&gt;It's not the complete whole class as I did not get a picture with all of them but still, it's most of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/TGkLt6ukcfI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/3U3bn3QgNxM/s1600/Me.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/TGkI62hBqXI/AAAAAAAAAzY/_x1IHStZOiM/s1600/DSC04400.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/TGkI62hBqXI/AAAAAAAAAzY/_x1IHStZOiM/s400/DSC04400.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505941826596612466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Wendy. From Klang.&lt;br /&gt;She was wearing that "I Love Superheroes" shirt again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/TGkLkqa8Q3I/AAAAAAAAA14/pjSu-B-BLcU/s1600/DSC04422.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/TGkLkqa8Q3I/AAAAAAAAA14/pjSu-B-BLcU/s400/DSC04422.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505944743927628658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Vivian/Hui Mun. Also from Klang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/TGkI7WwytPI/AAAAAAAAAzo/nWmOBvwTlss/s1600/DSC04402.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/TGkI7WwytPI/AAAAAAAAAzo/nWmOBvwTlss/s400/DSC04402.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505941835252675826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sim Yee. From Klang also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aiyahh &lt;/span&gt;majority of my friends are from Klang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lahh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/TGkLPCSDD8I/AAAAAAAAA1o/W9-bbcVDaxM/s1600/DSC04419.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/TGkLPCSDD8I/AAAAAAAAA1o/W9-bbcVDaxM/s400/DSC04419.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505944372375654338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rachel.&lt;br /&gt;No not from Klang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/TGkLO2HKP4I/AAAAAAAAA1g/bDJ9fEMqdh0/s1600/DSC04418.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/TGkLO2HKP4I/AAAAAAAAA1g/bDJ9fEMqdh0/s400/DSC04418.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505944369108762498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lisha.&lt;br /&gt;Also not from Klang (I know this is getting annoying but I kinda forgot where they are from). =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/TGkLOnIeThI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/86NngszucxQ/s1600/DSC04417.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/TGkLOnIeThI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/86NngszucxQ/s400/DSC04417.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505944365087739410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ai Lee.&lt;br /&gt;She is FROM Klang.&lt;br /&gt;And yes my face got cut a bit but never mind &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lahh &lt;/span&gt;you guys also sick of looking at my face&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; liao&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/TGkLOcc8pEI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/PA398mb_v84/s1600/DSC04416.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/TGkLOcc8pEI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/PA398mb_v84/s400/DSC04416.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505944362220823618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sok Lay.&lt;br /&gt;I forgot where she is from. Sorry sorry. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/TGkKpjt2HuI/AAAAAAAAA1I/x5shPxCYDXE/s1600/DSC04415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/TGkKpjt2HuI/AAAAAAAAA1I/x5shPxCYDXE/s400/DSC04415.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505943728515587810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jia Jia, from Ipoh.&lt;br /&gt;Haha this one I remembered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/TGkKpI5AdCI/AAAAAAAAA1A/bb2qJWGbLZA/s1600/DSC04414.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/TGkKpI5AdCI/AAAAAAAAA1A/bb2qJWGbLZA/s400/DSC04414.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505943721314645026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The other Grace !!!&lt;br /&gt;But she's a Grace Siah. Very siao one, so it's more like Grace Siao.&lt;br /&gt;Not much difference what, only one alphabet changed.&lt;br /&gt;And I only looked TALLER than her because she bent down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/TGkJ0vcWkTI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/amjeDpDJgkU/s1600/DSC04407.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/TGkJ0vcWkTI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/amjeDpDJgkU/s400/DSC04407.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505942821130375474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ann Chee.&lt;br /&gt;The girl that's very "quiet" but damn noisy in Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;And also damn &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cekap. &lt;/span&gt;Photo taken today, uploaded today.&lt;br /&gt;Unlike the person that is writing this blog, errr.. Well, =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/TGkKo2d4q1I/AAAAAAAAA04/I3o_ZbqJBEQ/s1600/DSC04413.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/TGkKo2d4q1I/AAAAAAAAA04/I3o_ZbqJBEQ/s400/DSC04413.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505943716369050450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jeffery, our class monitor.&lt;br /&gt;That guy has fucking long eye lashes I tell you, even longer than mine, or anyone else's in the class.&lt;br /&gt;AND HE KNOWS HOW TO FLAUNT IT.&lt;br /&gt;I know here cannot see &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;la. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/TGkKoWGqZ2I/AAAAAAAAA0o/S_oViVIayd0/s1600/DSC04411.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/TGkKoWGqZ2I/AAAAAAAAA0o/S_oViVIayd0/s400/DSC04411.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505943707681711970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Patrick.&lt;br /&gt;From Malacca. Very funny guy.&lt;br /&gt;I know he don't look very funny here. Or maybe he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/TGkJ1FrmR2I/AAAAAAAAA0Y/sbG1wD4Tr8s/s1600/DSC04408.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/TGkJ1FrmR2I/AAAAAAAAA0Y/sbG1wD4Tr8s/s400/DSC04408.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505942827099899746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Boon Keat. Also from Klang.&lt;br /&gt;Likes K-Pop, like my room mate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/TGkJ0ZNj9RI/AAAAAAAAA0I/fg9Id8Uve7g/s1600/DSC04406.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/TGkJ0ZNj9RI/AAAAAAAAA0I/fg9Id8Uve7g/s400/DSC04406.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505942815162758418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chan Sum, Klang.&lt;br /&gt;Always get his name mixed up with Mr. Chan in the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/TGkI7tGPFHI/AAAAAAAAAzw/1za9K6C9cSI/s1600/DSC04403.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/TGkI7tGPFHI/AAAAAAAAAzw/1za9K6C9cSI/s400/DSC04403.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505941841248195698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Vicky. From Rawang.&lt;br /&gt;Has a very cute boyfriend. Whoops don't kill me ya =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/TGkI7BymvyI/AAAAAAAAAzg/7ucBENjJf4A/s1600/DSC04401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/TGkI7BymvyI/AAAAAAAAAzg/7ucBENjJf4A/s400/DSC04401.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505941829623136034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mei Ling, Klang.&lt;br /&gt;She happens to know Winnie &amp;amp; Shi Wei. Same school that's why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/TGkLPofV1SI/AAAAAAAAA1w/lxA9CUfOL44/s1600/DSC04421.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/TGkLPofV1SI/AAAAAAAAA1w/lxA9CUfOL44/s400/DSC04421.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505944382631957794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Er, I think Hui Mun took this random picture. She said it looked cool.&lt;br /&gt;I highly doubt it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/TGkLlC0Np6I/AAAAAAAAA2A/fZpvEPlLE7E/s1600/DSC04424.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/TGkLlC0Np6I/AAAAAAAAA2A/fZpvEPlLE7E/s400/DSC04424.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505944750476076962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Creepy right. I bet she almost suffocated. She was zipped inside for quite some time. That guy behind there, the one wearing the black t-shirt so happened written&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"GIRLS DON'T LIVE WITHOUT BOYS?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(such crap) a.k.a. Chan Sum wouldn't let her unzip her hoodie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/TGkLlsjkSsI/AAAAAAAAA2I/u7Cem_q0urY/s1600/DSC04428.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/TGkLlsjkSsI/AAAAAAAAA2I/u7Cem_q0urY/s400/DSC04428.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505944761680546498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And finally. It's Ai Lee btw. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/TGkLt6ukcfI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/3U3bn3QgNxM/s1600/Me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/TGkLt6ukcfI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/3U3bn3QgNxM/s400/Me.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505944902923743730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And of course, a vain person like me would end her blog post with a picture of herself.&lt;br /&gt;It just seemed so natural, you know, to end it that way.&lt;br /&gt;*peace*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3345314101494688118-8739635254639192924?l=schweetdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schweetdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/8739635254639192924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3345314101494688118&amp;postID=8739635254639192924&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345314101494688118/posts/default/8739635254639192924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345314101494688118/posts/default/8739635254639192924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schweetdevil.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-classmates.html' title='My Classmates'/><author><name>Grace Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15712550636934555228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/Sx55dr_8DAI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/Nl0i8aTpJJU/S220/DSC03305.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/TGkI62hBqXI/AAAAAAAAAzY/_x1IHStZOiM/s72-c/DSC04400.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345314101494688118.post-1501776257309484999</id><published>2010-08-14T16:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T17:01:04.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Full Stop</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Saturday, dated 14th of August year 2010.&lt;br /&gt;Time : Approximately four thirty two pee am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you trying to say here huh Grace?&lt;br /&gt;What I am trying to say is, I have been in Subang for approximately ONE month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is that one month?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, that one month? I, well, grew smarter (sorta), fatter (perhaps), poorer (DEFINITELY).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate Subang. I don't hate Subang, I hate myself.&lt;br /&gt;Why do I always get hungry so fast? The food here is so expensive that buying a basic bowl of noodles cost RM4.00 (starting price).&lt;br /&gt;And it is not nice =(&lt;br /&gt;Thinking back, last time, with the same amount of money I can get 4 plates of nasi lemak or 4 bowls of noodles already in my canteen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My pocket money of RM20 used to last me for a week back when I'm not in Subang but now RM20 for a week? I'd be eating food for a day and a half, then the remaining 5 days I eat shit. Bird shit. Crow shit to be exact. This place seems to be filled with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To hell with the money. I think I'll be having bread for dinner, again.&lt;br /&gt;Not that I mind, people tell me I'm having bread face (which I still don't know what it means) but I love bread, so no. I won't mind.&lt;br /&gt;But even buying bread is expensive.&lt;br /&gt;Butter bun for Rm1.80.&lt;br /&gt;What butter you all use har? Very precious is it?&lt;br /&gt;All that I can think of the ingredients which is in that particular bun is flour, butter, water, some oil perhaps and vanilla essence. All that costs Rm1.80 ?? You don't make one. You make MANY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I'm so noisy over the price of that bun then don't buy lahh.&lt;br /&gt;Right.&lt;br /&gt;But it's delicious, so okay fine, I'll just shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So since today is Saturday, what did I do?&lt;br /&gt;Nothing. Got up at 12. Half day gone. Yay ! Skip breakfast, save one meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My roomie? Got up at don't know what time, went out to Midvalley already.&lt;br /&gt;Why didn't I follow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt; Lazy &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She's going out with friends to celebrate her friends' birthday&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Midvalley means sit bus. Bus means money.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Midvalley means food. Food there = expensive. Expensive = money.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Money = money.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;There. So if you asked me why I did not follow, you have your answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm going to watch Glee.&lt;br /&gt;Season 1, mind you. I'm a little slow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And by the way,&lt;br /&gt;Glee = free = FUN !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3345314101494688118-1501776257309484999?l=schweetdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schweetdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/1501776257309484999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3345314101494688118&amp;postID=1501776257309484999&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345314101494688118/posts/default/1501776257309484999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345314101494688118/posts/default/1501776257309484999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schweetdevil.blogspot.com/2010/08/full-stop.html' title='Full Stop'/><author><name>Grace Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15712550636934555228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/Sx55dr_8DAI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/Nl0i8aTpJJU/S220/DSC03305.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345314101494688118.post-6143187939171999285</id><published>2010-08-04T18:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T19:34:17.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Awesome. Just Awesome.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If what I posted yesterday was very blur for you, that's because I was suffering from the aftermath of everything that had happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if yesterday was embarrassing, today was even worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;VENUE : INTI ELEVATOR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;PEOPLE INVOLVED : ME, HUI MUN, SIM YEE, VICKY (college friend, not housemate), XIN MEI, a random lecturer, and maybe also another random girl (don't know who was that).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened was Hui Mun was complaining about something (sorry cannot tell, P&amp;amp;C), so we said that she was very easy to be bullied/used.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I told her :&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya, you're too easy bullied. People use you too easily &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;lorr. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;They ask you something then you agree too easily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Just like someone come and ask you,&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;"Hey, can I&lt;/span&gt; rape &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;you?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that point, I stopped myself and looked around. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EVERYONE&lt;/span&gt; in the fucking elevator was looking at me like I'm some kind of martian that arrived from don't know which fucking planet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they recovered, they laughed at me and that was the point the elevator door opened and I just walked out of it immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered the random lecturer's facial expression the most as he was standing just beside me and I was looking at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;His first facial expression :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; Shocked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Second : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stared at me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Third :&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; Laughed at me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I walked out of the elevator, I turned around and looked at him for one last time and he was still staring and laughing at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so fucking embarrassed I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I originally had in my head to tell Hui Mun was just :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Hey, can I rob you?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how/why it came out to be rape. Like what is wrong with me??&lt;br /&gt;Is my brain losing its control to control the words that come out from my mouth?&lt;br /&gt;WHY THE HELL AM I SO PERVERT-ISH??&lt;br /&gt;It's like as though I'm not pervert enough already and I still need to say that out loud in an elevator full of people, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;especially that random lecturer !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I don't even know where I want to hide my face &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;weii.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot really recognize that random lecturer's face and the next time maybe I should just dig a hole and hide my face there the next time I see that suspected random lecturer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While on the other day, while I was having my very first presentation, an almost similar incident happened, but luckily it was nothing pervert as MY MOUTH said stuff like bus STATION instead of a bus SYSTEM (which is a very HUGE mistake as bus stations have nothing to do with bus systems), without me realizing it and I just kept on going til my group members told I just said a bus station instead of a bus system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is my mouth having a life of it's own now? To be able to say stuff that I don't intend to say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is just so wonderful these days. Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3345314101494688118-6143187939171999285?l=schweetdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schweetdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/6143187939171999285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3345314101494688118&amp;postID=6143187939171999285&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345314101494688118/posts/default/6143187939171999285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345314101494688118/posts/default/6143187939171999285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schweetdevil.blogspot.com/2010/08/awesome-just-awesome.html' title='Awesome. Just Awesome.'/><author><name>Grace Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15712550636934555228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/Sx55dr_8DAI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/Nl0i8aTpJJU/S220/DSC03305.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345314101494688118.post-2024427249206565834</id><published>2010-08-03T22:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T23:00:49.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Craziest Night Ever</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was hell of a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I meant hell of a night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I start, I shall introduce a few people that is important for this blog post today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vicky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chakrit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dinesh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vincent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jannson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above people are my housemates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started with Siok Liu forgetting to take the room key out before locking the door,&lt;br /&gt;so, we were locked from the outside.&lt;br /&gt;Called the land lady, she told us she will arrive at 8.45. (It was 8.00 that time)&lt;br /&gt;So we waited for her, in hunger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;While waiting, Vicky shouted : &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;COCKROACH !!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I screamed and ran into Vincent's room (the nearest), jumped on his bed, pulled his comforter over me, continued screaming til Dinesh told me to stop screaming. (I am really giving a very bad expression right now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chakrit, Dinesh and Vincent caught the cockroach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Chakrit, Vicky and Vincent were waiting for us too, cos we are supposed to have dinner together.&lt;br /&gt;The landlady finally came at 9.00.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She unlocked our door, we went in and took the key and went out.&lt;br /&gt;Knocked on Jansson's door, he came out and said that he will not be eating but will follow us out for a drink.&lt;br /&gt;He came out, and I asked him : Did you take your key out with you??&lt;br /&gt;He looked at me and said : &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;OH SHITTT !!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He ran down and (luckily) managed to catch the landlady before she left or else he would have to wait til 11pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really chaotic and finally, went for dinner, everyone starving. Literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Went and have chinese food, in a chinese restaurant, a proper meal with vegetables, fish, chicken and egg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was cheap too, RM14 per person nia lehh. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came back, satisfied, and full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;THEN, I SAW A DAMNED COCKROACH IN MY DAMN ROOM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ran straight out and knocked on Chakrit's room door (he's staying next door only) and he had to catch a cockroach again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Managed to catch and flush it down the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, I've never seen a cockroach in my hostel til today, and I saw TWO in a day.&lt;br /&gt;And I've never screamed at all in the three weeks that I've stayed in KL and now I've screamed for the first time, for the bloody cockroaches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wanna thank Chakrit, Dinesh and Vincent for catching the cockroaches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;THANK YOU THANK YOU&lt;/span&gt; without you guys, I don't know what I am gonna do.&lt;br /&gt;Scream perhaps, the whole night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3345314101494688118-2024427249206565834?l=schweetdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schweetdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/2024427249206565834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3345314101494688118&amp;postID=2024427249206565834&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345314101494688118/posts/default/2024427249206565834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345314101494688118/posts/default/2024427249206565834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schweetdevil.blogspot.com/2010/08/craziest-night-ever.html' title='Craziest Night Ever'/><author><name>Grace Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15712550636934555228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/Sx55dr_8DAI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/Nl0i8aTpJJU/S220/DSC03305.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345314101494688118.post-7090483679076686255</id><published>2010-07-28T20:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T20:44:16.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Studying is starting to make my brain unable to function.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Function as in whenever I have the desire to blog, nothing comes to my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like NOW. *ahem*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, on Monday, I went Jogoya.&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion : Very expensive but very full and fun and happy and contented and putting on weight.&lt;br /&gt;Nicee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And gays are sooo hawtt !!&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying this because I lovveeee Adam Lambert (I really do love him) so much,&lt;br /&gt;but gays are hot. Literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, let's talk about my room mate.&lt;br /&gt;(Yeah I know so random right ?)&lt;br /&gt;She is .. a girl. Duhh~&lt;br /&gt;Fine, I meant to talk about HER OBSESSION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She likes to wash clothes.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, she washes her clothes everyday. Even if it is only one piece of clothing, she will still wash it. I don't know if she has heard of the water crisis that we are about to face in 2014, but I think it will come even earlier judging by the way she washes her clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst was yesterday, I wanted to wash my clothes and when I opened the lid of the washing machine, I saw only 2 PAIRS OF SOCKS INSIDE !!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was what she washed. 2 pairs of socks. I don't know whether I should salute her or faint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, another obsession of hers is sleeping. She needs 12 hours of sleep per day.&lt;br /&gt;WOW !!!!&lt;br /&gt;I called her a big baby but she told me she was not because baby sleeps the whole day and cries the whole day and yada yada yada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she still IS (for me).&lt;br /&gt;Sher Rin, you now have a partner liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She just asked me for my blog link cause she wanted to read my blog, so I'm sure I will get it from her once I publish this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, I shall stress it one more time (and maybe more to come in the future),&lt;br /&gt;I don't back stab you, I just front stab you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hee~&lt;br /&gt;I'm so 'alive'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3345314101494688118-7090483679076686255?l=schweetdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schweetdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/7090483679076686255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3345314101494688118&amp;postID=7090483679076686255&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345314101494688118/posts/default/7090483679076686255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345314101494688118/posts/default/7090483679076686255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schweetdevil.blogspot.com/2010/07/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>Grace Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15712550636934555228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/Sx55dr_8DAI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/Nl0i8aTpJJU/S220/DSC03305.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345314101494688118.post-6308250112296447819</id><published>2010-07-22T00:40:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T00:54:06.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Elope</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hello ??&lt;br /&gt;Listen to me, can you hear what I say ??&lt;br /&gt;Can you feel my heartache? My pain?&lt;br /&gt;Do you understand how am I feeling ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you are a human sometimes, so that you will understand me and respond to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this sad feeling that seems to surround me, but why?&lt;br /&gt;Is it homesickness ??&lt;br /&gt;I don't think so. I don't seem to be missing my home, my room nor my bed right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just feel so lonely, so alone.&lt;br /&gt;Even with so many people surrounding me, I still feel as if I am all alone.&lt;br /&gt;Just another loner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that I am just another restless soul, floating aimlessly about, with no sense of direction, no sense of belonging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So can you hear me, at all ???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Anyone? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3345314101494688118-6308250112296447819?l=schweetdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schweetdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/6308250112296447819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3345314101494688118&amp;postID=6308250112296447819&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345314101494688118/posts/default/6308250112296447819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345314101494688118/posts/default/6308250112296447819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schweetdevil.blogspot.com/2010/07/elope.html' title='Elope'/><author><name>Grace Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15712550636934555228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/Sx55dr_8DAI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/Nl0i8aTpJJU/S220/DSC03305.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345314101494688118.post-4340780886723078274</id><published>2010-07-20T17:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T17:38:13.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.topnews.in/health/files/baby-smile.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.daisychaindaynurseries.co.uk/images/little-girl-smiling-at-camera.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 173px; height: 196px;" src="http://www.daisychaindaynurseries.co.uk/images/little-girl-smiling-at-camera.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was better than yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;WAY better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I can say for the first two days of college.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was like hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I will stay positive. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/54/149673553_f5d2d18516.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://wallpaper.najoomi.com/wallpapers/441/Smiling-Baby-Girl-512X384-441.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 261px; height: 196px;" src="http://wallpaper.najoomi.com/wallpapers/441/Smiling-Baby-Girl-512X384-441.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's how I will smile. Cute uh? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's gonna rain, the first time since I've been here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I will continue to smile. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3345314101494688118-4340780886723078274?l=schweetdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schweetdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/4340780886723078274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3345314101494688118&amp;postID=4340780886723078274&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345314101494688118/posts/default/4340780886723078274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345314101494688118/posts/default/4340780886723078274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schweetdevil.blogspot.com/2010/07/today.html' title='Today.'/><author><name>Grace Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15712550636934555228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/Sx55dr_8DAI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/Nl0i8aTpJJU/S220/DSC03305.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345314101494688118.post-290462393770637038</id><published>2010-07-18T00:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T01:20:40.458+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pissed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dread talking to my mum sometimes, due to some very particular reason.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, she talks about stuff that does not make sense at ALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's one fine example that happened just today :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME : Mum, can you come and fetch me from grandma's house ?&lt;br /&gt;MUM : No.&lt;br /&gt;ME : But why ???&lt;br /&gt;MUM : Well, that's because the price of gas has increased, so I will NOT come and fetch you.&lt;br /&gt;Just tell me what you need and I will bring it over for you when I am going later.&lt;br /&gt;ME : But I want to bathe. I need to wash my hair and everything.&lt;br /&gt;MUM : Well, then you should have known earlier what you want ......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it goes on. At one point ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME : Fine fine fine. Never mind then.&lt;br /&gt;* Slams the phone shut *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Talking to her sometimes is like &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;vomiting blood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes, even &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;vomiting blood&lt;/span&gt; is easier than talking to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even want to fight with her with another reason because she will come out with yet another argument that will not make sense but will be able to shut you up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just so frustrating.&lt;br /&gt;And that results with me having a very bad mood throughout the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which was not good because it was my cousin's birthday party.&lt;br /&gt;Thank God she's only one and she does not have a care with the world but herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus there's this one guy that I'm messaging with which I'm feeling very insulted with because he keeps calling me a pig and that particular PIG word comes out in each and every text message and thinks that I eat shit because PIGS generally eat shit and now he's getting on my NERVES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's another guy, he texts me and I thought I would feel better but no, because he keeps telling me that I am changing. He does that all the time last time, sometimes countless times per day and now he says that to me (each time he does that, he would not give any reason and he would switch on his emo mode), SO I AM SUPER FUCKING PISSED !!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CONCLUSION : DON'T TALK TO ME RIGHT NOW OR ELSE GET THE CHANCE OF ME BITING OFF YOUR FUCKING HEAD !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3345314101494688118-290462393770637038?l=schweetdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schweetdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/290462393770637038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3345314101494688118&amp;postID=290462393770637038&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345314101494688118/posts/default/290462393770637038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345314101494688118/posts/default/290462393770637038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schweetdevil.blogspot.com/2010/07/pissed.html' title='Pissed.'/><author><name>Grace Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15712550636934555228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/Sx55dr_8DAI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/Nl0i8aTpJJU/S220/DSC03305.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345314101494688118.post-4329743976031336118</id><published>2010-07-16T16:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T17:20:26.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something To Talk About</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was cracking my head and thinking what should I blog about and nothing came into my mind.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing. Nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought of blogging about guys in white tees and how good they look in it but I realize it only applies for some guys while some guys don't look good in it and I thought about the inequality that post will bring to some guys. So I thought, NO. No blogging about that topic unless I want to get beaten up by some random guy on the streets after reading my blog post.&lt;br /&gt;And I DON'T want to be beaten up by some RANDOM guy, on the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, along came Sher Rin, with her blog post that contains my name in it (maybe it wasn't even meant for me, that maybe she has another friend in Australia with the name of Grace and that Grace, too, so happened to like Taylor Lautner).&lt;br /&gt;Well, anyway, I so&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; perasan&lt;/span&gt;-ly thinks that the post was somehow meant for me,&lt;br /&gt;not wanting to hurt my ego and thinking it's meant for someone else, I commented on her post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After commenting, I realized ONE thing.&lt;br /&gt;ONE very&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; VITAL&lt;/span&gt; thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sher Rin, it's hard to talk to her. To catch her online at the same time as you do, it's tough, and even sometimes when you DO get to catch her online, she replies you a few lines and she's GONE.&lt;br /&gt;Like magic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;*POOF !*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I realize, the only way you can actually have a conversation with her is through one and only one way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;COMMENTS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She will reply your comments, regardless where.&lt;br /&gt;Where as in Facebook and maybe sometimes in your blog, her blog, my blog, don't know who else's blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But don't get too happy, Grace, even though she replies your comment, cause you yourself know that she doesn't reply each and every of your comment. Just sometimes, because, after all, she's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thank you, Sher, for giving me a topic to write about.&lt;br /&gt;You won't mind right?&lt;br /&gt;Likewise, you should feel proud cause I'm writing about you.&lt;br /&gt;And, I Love ya =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3345314101494688118-4329743976031336118?l=schweetdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schweetdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/4329743976031336118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3345314101494688118&amp;postID=4329743976031336118&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345314101494688118/posts/default/4329743976031336118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345314101494688118/posts/default/4329743976031336118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schweetdevil.blogspot.com/2010/07/something-to-talk-about.html' title='Something To Talk About'/><author><name>Grace Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15712550636934555228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/Sx55dr_8DAI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/Nl0i8aTpJJU/S220/DSC03305.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345314101494688118.post-5369312857752240522</id><published>2010-07-15T22:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T14:45:56.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nomad</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greetings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I feel like I am a nomad (word originally used by Christina).&lt;br /&gt;I've been from Taiping to Kampar to Taiping to Subang.&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe, if you wanna put it this way, from Hua Lian to UTAR to INTI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm in Subang now. =)&lt;br /&gt;Like duhh~&lt;br /&gt;Reached yesterday already but knowing me, I was lazy want to blog.&lt;br /&gt;Orientation's tomorrow so today had the whole day freeeee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I slept til 11am today.&lt;br /&gt;Then followed Siok Liu around, cos she went out with Yap.&lt;br /&gt;Yap then brought us to her college, Taylor's Lakeside Campus.&lt;br /&gt;My first time to Taylor's. It was okayyy-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lahh&lt;/span&gt;. (Was comparing to UTAR in Kampar, UTAR's better, for me. I'm a lil twisted, I know.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She brought us to the library cos her friends were there, rushing to finish up her assignment.&lt;br /&gt;Friends cause there were two of them there.&lt;br /&gt;Her because only one was doing assignment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the one doing assignment's name is Karine Goh (I hope I get her name correctly)&lt;br /&gt;Another one, her name is -- she has a very unique name --&lt;br /&gt;Tee Vee Ai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's unique, and if you're giving me THAT stare, fine. I know I'm &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kuno &lt;/span&gt;but I find it fascinating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hee~ and then we went Pavilion.&lt;br /&gt;Now leg aching. But it's not that bad. I can still run a 100metres if you ask me to.&lt;br /&gt;Now wanna boast that can run &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;la&lt;/span&gt;. During schooling time people ask you to run, don't want to run. Now only wanna boast, what for? No one's gonna ask you to run already.&lt;br /&gt;Serves me right for wearing heels. Not very healing uh?&lt;br /&gt;(and no one's laughing. I'm lame.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ohh, Yap prettier already (I'm saying as though she wasn't pretty last time).&lt;br /&gt;And Siok Liu's the ugliest. HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;I'M SO FUCKING BAD TONIGHT I DON'T KNOW WHY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRIVIA : What word starts with F and ends with R.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what I learned today, apart from learning to control my temptation to step into each and every lingerie shop that I walked past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And DON'T give me that look.&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck for tomorrow's orientation (though I don't know why I need it for but I thought I might just need it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3345314101494688118-5369312857752240522?l=schweetdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schweetdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/5369312857752240522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3345314101494688118&amp;postID=5369312857752240522&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345314101494688118/posts/default/5369312857752240522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345314101494688118/posts/default/5369312857752240522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schweetdevil.blogspot.com/2010/07/nomad.html' title='Nomad'/><author><name>Grace Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15712550636934555228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/Sx55dr_8DAI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/Nl0i8aTpJJU/S220/DSC03305.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345314101494688118.post-4956681128974725359</id><published>2010-07-12T22:32:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T23:28:44.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Locked - Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I OFFICIALLY HATE THE MALAYSIAN POLICEMEN AFTER TONIGHT !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe they wanted to put me in a lock-up for a night because I did not bring my Identification Card out with me?&lt;br /&gt;And it wasn't even 12 am yet !!!&lt;br /&gt;CAN YOU FUCKING BELIEVE THAT ?!?!?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never encountered this kind of situation before and now that I've encountered it first hand, I know what they want : MONEY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They can be very insistent, saying that I will need to follow them to the police station and they need to file a report and this procedure takes a very long time and I need to be locked-up for a night and find someone to bail me out tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when I said I can call my dad right now to bring out my IC and show it to you, they just shut up and said nothing !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then one of them said : &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tunggu sekejap ye, biar saya cakap dengan &lt;/span&gt;someone (i don't know who) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dulu&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ASSHOLES !!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagine, one night in the filthy lock up, with people that is in lock up for a REAL REASON and not because of not bringing out your damn IC ?!?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;By real reason, I mean drug dealing, hitting people and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they told me to sit and wait in the car as they negotiated with Kieran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The window was down and I heard words like 'rasuah' , 'second chance' , 'kesalahan berat' etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought to myself, 'they only want money' and Kieran had better not give it to them as I did nothing wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, Kieran talked nicely to them and told them to give me a chance as this is only the first time this thing has ever happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fucking policeman had the nerve to say things like "We don't usually give chances. We are very strict with our work." and "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sekarang kita dah jadi kawan&lt;/span&gt;, so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;macam mana&lt;/span&gt; you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mau &lt;/span&gt;settle?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said settle. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Settle&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;SETTLE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;SETTLE = BRIBE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the policemen went, he told me the way to settle to policemen is to talk nicely to them because they work according to their mood.&lt;br /&gt;Which was quite true cos I heard them said earlier : "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hari ini&lt;/span&gt; mood&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; kami baik.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But can you imagine policemen work with their mood and are allowed to have mood swings anytime they want, then when they are in a bad mood, they can practically do whatever they want??&lt;br /&gt;While we women, we are being complained for having severe mood swings and acting out towards it ?????????????????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'S SO FUCKING UNFAIR !!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3345314101494688118-4956681128974725359?l=schweetdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schweetdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/4956681128974725359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3345314101494688118&amp;postID=4956681128974725359&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345314101494688118/posts/default/4956681128974725359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345314101494688118/posts/default/4956681128974725359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schweetdevil.blogspot.com/2010/07/malaysian-policemen.html' title='Locked - Up'/><author><name>Grace Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15712550636934555228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/Sx55dr_8DAI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/Nl0i8aTpJJU/S220/DSC03305.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345314101494688118.post-8852647051815838577</id><published>2010-07-12T15:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T16:05:08.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Naiseee ??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just finished designing my blog.&lt;br /&gt;Was trying out the new template designer and this is the outcome.&lt;br /&gt;So how? Nice or not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know what I'm doing most of the time but I was just clicking and clicking away,&lt;br /&gt;hell yeah, and it's still black. HAHAH&lt;br /&gt;The background, that is, what I'm talking about.&lt;br /&gt;And I still don't know how to get that " I &lt;3 Grace " thing in the middle.&lt;br /&gt;*sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I've finished clicking. Happy &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And I realize that I'm hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Walao ehh. &lt;/span&gt;Nothing to eat &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;la&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aiya, chin chai laaa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tee hee ~&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;=D&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3345314101494688118-8852647051815838577?l=schweetdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schweetdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/8852647051815838577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3345314101494688118&amp;postID=8852647051815838577&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345314101494688118/posts/default/8852647051815838577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345314101494688118/posts/default/8852647051815838577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schweetdevil.blogspot.com/2010/07/naiseee.html' title='Naiseee ??'/><author><name>Grace Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15712550636934555228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/Sx55dr_8DAI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/Nl0i8aTpJJU/S220/DSC03305.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345314101494688118.post-8260824847338550109</id><published>2010-07-12T13:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T13:48:24.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yippie !!! =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Finally, it's over.No more staying up ( for me ).&lt;br /&gt;For other people, yes.&lt;br /&gt;They still have other football matches that I don't know of. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, SPAIN won !!!!&lt;br /&gt;Told ya Spain's gonna win. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iniesta scored that goal, during extra time.&lt;br /&gt;( Haha I'm telling as if everyone doesn't know anything )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i.dailymail.co.uk/i/pix/2010/06/25/article-0-0A34F3A0000005DC-920_468x312.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 428px; height: 285px;" src="http://i.dailymail.co.uk/i/pix/2010/06/25/article-0-0A34F3A0000005DC-920_468x312.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See David Villa at the back there? LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.cbc.ca/gfx/images/sports/photos/2010/07/11/iniesta-ap-100711-584.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 429px; height: 241px;" src="http://www.cbc.ca/gfx/images/sports/photos/2010/07/11/iniesta-ap-100711-584.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep. Am happy that Spain won.&lt;br /&gt;All in all, bye bye World Cup 2010, it had been a good one, Spain winning for the first time, Paul had his predictions correct but still might be in danger of being fried and eaten up ( what if the person who eats up Paul will get his talents in predicting ??? Whoaa, crazy idea I have there, haha, crazy but valid )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waka waka. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3345314101494688118-8260824847338550109?l=schweetdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schweetdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/8260824847338550109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3345314101494688118&amp;postID=8260824847338550109&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345314101494688118/posts/default/8260824847338550109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345314101494688118/posts/default/8260824847338550109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schweetdevil.blogspot.com/2010/07/yippie.html' title='Yippie !!! =)'/><author><name>Grace Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15712550636934555228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/Sx55dr_8DAI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/Nl0i8aTpJJU/S220/DSC03305.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345314101494688118.post-2835096342320466819</id><published>2010-07-11T23:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T00:28:00.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tonight.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight baby.&lt;br /&gt;After all these madness, tonight, it will end, once and for all.&lt;br /&gt;(Well, not really once and for all, just for another 4 more years before it begins again. OR it will be once and for all IF the thing in 2012 really happens.)&lt;br /&gt;No more all the madness, the staying up, the seriously annoying vuvuzelas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIFA of course, that's what I'm talking about.&lt;br /&gt;( If you still don't know, you're seriously worse than me and practically living under a shell. )&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that matters in the whole wide world right now.&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that makes people with panda eyes the next day.&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that gets Paul, the Octopus threatened for making predictions.&lt;br /&gt;( Fried octopus anyone ?)&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that gets the attention of the men and leave their girlfriends helpless, or vice versa.&lt;br /&gt;Or in some cases, both not paying attention to each other but on the TV screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, tonight,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Spain&lt;/span&gt; vs &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Holland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which team will win?&lt;br /&gt;That Octopus predicts Spain's gonna win this one.&lt;br /&gt;And me, I'm going for Spain too, not because I like the Octopus or I pity him,&lt;br /&gt;but I just feel that Spain's gonna win.&lt;br /&gt;Just a feeling, if my feeling is wrong, then I am wrong too.&lt;br /&gt;Besides,&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; David Villa&lt;/span&gt; is in Spain too. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it doesn't really matter cos ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I SERIOUSLY DON'T REALLY CARE ABOUT FOOTBALL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just soaked into the FIFA madness cos everyone around me is really into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So okay,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Spain&lt;/span&gt; baby, don't let me down. Just this one night, don't let me down.&lt;br /&gt;( Told ya I am soaked into the FIFA madness. XD )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3345314101494688118-2835096342320466819?l=schweetdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schweetdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/2835096342320466819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3345314101494688118&amp;postID=2835096342320466819&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345314101494688118/posts/default/2835096342320466819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345314101494688118/posts/default/2835096342320466819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schweetdevil.blogspot.com/2010/07/tonight.html' title='Tonight.'/><author><name>Grace Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15712550636934555228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/Sx55dr_8DAI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/Nl0i8aTpJJU/S220/DSC03305.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345314101494688118.post-7926763958210394424</id><published>2010-07-05T23:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T23:37:53.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Edgy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are not looking up. Nor down for me.&lt;br /&gt;I am feeling edgy, and God knows why, for I myself don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facebook chat is like crap ( it has been since God-knows-when )&lt;br /&gt;Twitter doesn't tweet my goddamn fucking tweets ( YES. Again. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems that this kinda things happen to me all the fucking time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it is clearly showing that I am taking it out on my blog.&lt;br /&gt;Right. I want to rant but I don't know what to rant.&lt;br /&gt;SO, goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3345314101494688118-7926763958210394424?l=schweetdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schweetdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/7926763958210394424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3345314101494688118&amp;postID=7926763958210394424&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345314101494688118/posts/default/7926763958210394424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345314101494688118/posts/default/7926763958210394424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schweetdevil.blogspot.com/2010/07/edgy.html' title='Edgy.'/><author><name>Grace Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15712550636934555228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/Sx55dr_8DAI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/Nl0i8aTpJJU/S220/DSC03305.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345314101494688118.post-1458345778972189604</id><published>2010-07-02T16:50:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T19:24:40.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone Like Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A person like me. *sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was still in Kampar,&lt;br /&gt;I get into accidents with my own bike while cycling,&lt;br /&gt;resulting in obtaining blue blacks on the leg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I realize I've got blue blacks on other parts of the legs too and also scars and blisters that I have no idea where it came from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I walk, I almost trip,&lt;br /&gt;in my room (now no longer my room anymore) I bang my leg and sometimes my hip against the study table, and also conveniently knock myself against the bed post ;&lt;br /&gt;which coincidentally, is very joyful and fun because of the intensity of the pain.&lt;br /&gt;And then, there's the 'skin disease' ( I still don't know what is that ) that grows on my skin, where it looks like a mosquito bite, but it's not, which is itchy and painful at the same time whenever you scratch it, OR NOT.&lt;br /&gt;And now, the skin is coming off and I'm picking at it, at a daily rate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite all these stuff, I'm missing Kampar ( pathetic, I know ).&lt;br /&gt;I miss the people (when I say people, I mean my friends in Kampar. For Siu Chen and I had come to a conclusion where the people in Kampar are pretty much expressionless and only have one or sometimes two facial expressions ; which is either angry or irritated. In the event where you find they have more than these two facial expressions, it is like you have found diamonds. In other words, it is RARE for the people of Kampar to have more facial expressions other than the angry or irritated look on their face.&lt;br /&gt;NOTE : All these people happened to be working in restaurants, hawker stalls or night markets. Say bye to your appetite and start wondering if they put something in your food. =p )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Back to the topic.&lt;br /&gt;Me missing Kampar. True. It's a dead town. Dead-er than Taiping.&lt;br /&gt;The town only consists of two main streets and that's about all you need to know about Kampar.&lt;br /&gt;You won't get lost there because it is just simply impossible for someone to get lost. Well, unless your sense of direction is in the rubbish dump, or down the drain. Literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are no Zoo's there, no lake gardens (maybe they have it, just that I don't know about it), no malls and no cinemas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, they have UTAR there, KTAR, Pizza Hut, KFC, mighty big big big lakes and Tesco.&lt;br /&gt;That's apart from my point.&lt;br /&gt;What I'm trying to say is that it's a peaceful place, not crushed beneath the hands of development. It is a place where time goes by slowly, no traffic jams, no rush, no hurry and no.... no.. nostalgic perhaps ? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who am I kidding, when I was staying there, I loathe the place and now I'm promoting it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just gonna go straight to the point.&lt;br /&gt;I may not miss Kampar but i do miss UTAR.&lt;br /&gt;Miss the new friends that I've made, the room (maybe not that much), my housemates ( CHAN WAI MAN !!!! ), cycling that damned mountain bike and I even miss &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rempuh&lt;/span&gt;-ing the bus ( a joke that only the people that take the UTAR bus will know ). I even miss some of the lecturers ;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Leong the G. Maths lecturer - "Let's Go !!"&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;Miss Jennifer Basic English lecturer - "Oh joy !"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Win Nie even though I may not really know her yet.&lt;br /&gt;That two Sabahan guys - Lek Hau and Kah Chun.&lt;br /&gt;( Yes !! They are from Sabah. Kota Kinabalu to be exact. Now I can boast that I've got Sabah friends and they are not indigenous okay ?? LOL. I remembered once we asked whether are they of Kadazan descent? And they stared at us. Haha. )&lt;br /&gt;Most of all, I miss Chen and Cheng Yik. They are the closest to me when I was in Kampar.&lt;br /&gt;Chen, my good friend, my room mate, the one where we went crazy together, laugh non-stop together, went classes together, had bed fights together, makan together and even sleep together. Mostly everything together except for bathing for she refused to bathe with me (okay I sound like a pervert now).&lt;br /&gt;I felt kinda guilty for leaving her behind in Kampar alone with a new roommie even though she said it was alright. So sorry ya Chen. =)&lt;br /&gt;Then there's Cheng Yik. Hmm. Him. Okay.&lt;br /&gt;Let's see... My emo partner in Kampar ? ( sorry Lily, but no matter what, you will always be my first emo partner, aight ? )&lt;br /&gt;Gonna miss his jokes and his 'serious-ness'. I remembered the first time he joked with a straight face, I thought he was weird. So much for weirdness, I'm gonna miss it now. Serves you right Grace for thinking people's weird.&lt;br /&gt;You, yes you, Cheng Yik, just try to keep yourself together okay?&lt;br /&gt;You know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna miss the lakeside too. It has got so much memories with me, the lakeside.&lt;br /&gt;It's so peaceful there, so serene. It's the perfect place for me to clear my head, to be true to myself.&lt;br /&gt;Then there's the fishing by the lake. I used to fish there, when I was younger.. Way way way younger.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I have been to Kampar before when I was younger. Surprised much ? Hope not. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly, I will miss Wye Lun.&lt;br /&gt;( Chen and Cheng Yik's gonna like this one )&lt;br /&gt;Reason for missing him : NONE.&lt;br /&gt;Just plain old missing.&lt;br /&gt;He's just the playful guy that I will remember.&lt;br /&gt;The loudest in class, the most active in class &amp;amp; also the match maker in class.&lt;br /&gt;*sly smile*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends, I hope you will get what you want out of life.&lt;br /&gt;Study hard, and play hard too. But not too hard, if you get what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;Take care.&lt;br /&gt;And til we meet again ( some soon and some don't know when ) .&lt;br /&gt;=))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3345314101494688118-1458345778972189604?l=schweetdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schweetdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/1458345778972189604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3345314101494688118&amp;postID=1458345778972189604&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345314101494688118/posts/default/1458345778972189604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345314101494688118/posts/default/1458345778972189604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schweetdevil.blogspot.com/2010/07/someone-like-me.html' title='Someone Like Me'/><author><name>Grace Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15712550636934555228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/Sx55dr_8DAI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/Nl0i8aTpJJU/S220/DSC03305.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345314101494688118.post-182329041998622500</id><published>2010-07-02T14:33:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T14:49:19.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Girlfriend ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figured that if my blog happens to be my boyfriend,&lt;br /&gt;he would have left me long ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you don't know yet, I am currently in Taiping now,&lt;br /&gt;rotting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True, I have not blogged lately, so now there is no reason for me to not blog right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna include pictures too, but, it's still in my phone, waiting to be transferred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, just a short update cause people have been asking me why I have not updated my blog a.k.a. my boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLUS, I am waiting to watch Eclipse.&lt;br /&gt;GAHHHHHH ~ faster &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lahh, &lt;/span&gt;how come so slow one still haven't release yet ??&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for me to grow white hair then only wanna release is it ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would also like to make a PUBLIC FAREWELL to me dearie friend,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ms. Lee Tang Fong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who has already landed safely in Melbourne, Australia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Study hard ya. Don't play too much. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3345314101494688118-182329041998622500?l=schweetdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schweetdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/182329041998622500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3345314101494688118&amp;postID=182329041998622500&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345314101494688118/posts/default/182329041998622500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345314101494688118/posts/default/182329041998622500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schweetdevil.blogspot.com/2010/07/bad-girlfriend.html' title='Bad Girlfriend ?'/><author><name>Grace Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15712550636934555228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/Sx55dr_8DAI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/Nl0i8aTpJJU/S220/DSC03305.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345314101494688118.post-5475749454284493613</id><published>2010-05-31T21:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T21:59:09.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greetings from Kampar.&lt;br /&gt;Yes I am already in UTAR as many of you may already know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the first day and it was..... hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REASONS :&lt;br /&gt;1.) My name was not in the student portal eventhough I've paid the fees&lt;br /&gt;2.) I haven't registered yet and therefore I could not check my timetable to see what time my class starts from the student portal&lt;br /&gt;3.) Had to wake up early to get to UTAR&lt;br /&gt;4.) Had to cycle all the way there (that's not the PROBLEM). The problem was that it was super hard to cycle and my legs were like... falling off??? I don't know how to say it lahhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;4.) Had to go from one building to another&lt;br /&gt;5.) Met a stupid guard who asked me to park my bike 300metres away from the place that I was going&lt;br /&gt;6.) Waited at the don't know what place and waited for an hour for my stupid timetable&lt;br /&gt;7.) Many more I don't know how to say&lt;br /&gt;8.) At least I made it in time for my class and I did not missed my first class like many other people did.&lt;br /&gt;9.) Blah blah blah -Kesha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha Kesha wasn't there of course.&lt;br /&gt;And I did not listen to Kesha's song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And tomorrow early class... 8am. zzzzzzzzzzzzzz&lt;br /&gt;I need to cycle again.&lt;br /&gt;Ma LEGSSSSSSSSSSSSSS~&lt;br /&gt;Let's hope tomorrow will be better. =)&lt;br /&gt;Gotta stay positive (kinda).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some may say that I can consider this as an exercise but it's useless after eating Mister Potato(es). All the pain, the torture down the drain.&lt;br /&gt;BYEBYE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wanna bye bye already too. Want to sleep. HAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;Super early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and before that, my classmates are Siu Chen, Cheng Yik and a sometimes Nallie.&lt;br /&gt;Siu Chen &amp;amp; Cheng Yik are in the same group as I am. Nallie....I'm not so sure..........&lt;br /&gt;Cause she talks non-stop ( she claims it herself ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3345314101494688118-5475749454284493613?l=schweetdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schweetdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/5475749454284493613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3345314101494688118&amp;postID=5475749454284493613&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345314101494688118/posts/default/5475749454284493613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345314101494688118/posts/default/5475749454284493613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schweetdevil.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-first-day.html' title='My First Day'/><author><name>Grace Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15712550636934555228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/Sx55dr_8DAI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/Nl0i8aTpJJU/S220/DSC03305.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345314101494688118.post-8204809500770379635</id><published>2010-05-29T20:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T20:32:15.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forever Young</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's this ONE song that popped up in my head and it's been playing over and over again like a broken record.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's part of it :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Forever young, I'm gonna be forever young.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;URRRGGGHHH !!!&lt;br /&gt;STOP IT ALREADY !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And singing this song does not actually mean that I will be forever young.&lt;br /&gt;Like duhh~&lt;br /&gt;Who doesn't already know that ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grrrrr~&lt;br /&gt;How to get it out of my head?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should change the song.. Like maybe I should start singing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get out of my head, get off of my bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my head, I see you all over me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Confirmed crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3345314101494688118-8204809500770379635?l=schweetdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schweetdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/8204809500770379635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3345314101494688118&amp;postID=8204809500770379635&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345314101494688118/posts/default/8204809500770379635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345314101494688118/posts/default/8204809500770379635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schweetdevil.blogspot.com/2010/05/forever-young.html' title='Forever Young'/><author><name>Grace Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15712550636934555228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/Sx55dr_8DAI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/Nl0i8aTpJJU/S220/DSC03305.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345314101494688118.post-2463513939188443652</id><published>2010-05-27T15:36:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T17:36:11.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When Doughnuts Contain Dough But Nutless</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Hi, Long Time No See, Blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you're wondering, no, my post have nothing to do with doughnuts, except for the fact that I am eating one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a looooooooooooonng time since I updated.&lt;br /&gt;Reason ?&lt;br /&gt;I'm a very busy girl.&lt;br /&gt;Haha. NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn Streamyx went down for almost a month, by the time they fix it I start to get busy,&lt;br /&gt;acceptance letters, school, interview, etc. etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 11th May I went to Hua Lian wearing thisssss&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/S_4ihITU_vI/AAAAAAAAAyo/mg81lbMV1gI/s1600/DSC04226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/S_4ihITU_vI/AAAAAAAAAyo/mg81lbMV1gI/s400/DSC04226.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475852149488680690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought I would wear this again but..&lt;br /&gt;and with a Convent school badge too, but who cares.&lt;br /&gt;And it still fits too.&lt;br /&gt;This uniform was bought since I was 13.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Hidden Meaning : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't grow too fat over the period of 5 years.&lt;br /&gt;That's the good one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;The bad one ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I didn't grow taller too much in 5 years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAD !!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the 11th til today, I went to school aprroximately only for one and half weeks.&lt;br /&gt;The rest i skipped.&lt;br /&gt;Today, I went, to tell Mr. Sid that I am stopping school.&lt;br /&gt;And that's the end.&lt;br /&gt;NO MORE FORM 6 FOR ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE BYE HUA LIAN.&lt;br /&gt;You will be not so greatly missed (no offences)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, if I stopped Form 6 I should have a back up plan right?&lt;br /&gt;Right.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going UTAR. Leaving this Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;Not a very Funday for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just only managed to get a room yesterday or else I will have to sleep outside 7-11.&lt;br /&gt;And I got a room mate too !!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;She's Siu Chen !! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also yesterday, I went down to Subang at 6am just to get to INTI for the interview.&lt;br /&gt;Then in the afternoon rushed to Kampar.&lt;br /&gt;Only got back Taiping at 11plus.&lt;br /&gt;After that ?&lt;br /&gt;I slept like a pig. That's that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went to the bank and saw someone I don't want to see.&lt;br /&gt;And tonight, I am going to Mei Ching's birthday party.&lt;br /&gt;I apologize beforehand if I dress up nicer &amp;amp; flashier than you.&lt;br /&gt;Please do know that I don't mean to do it.&lt;br /&gt;You'd understand, right ?&lt;br /&gt;You're such an understanding person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the doughnut ?&lt;br /&gt;It's grrrrrrrrrrrrreatt, I bought it from Dunkin' Donuts yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;My 1st time having it.&lt;br /&gt;NO not the doughnut.&lt;br /&gt;You know what I mean, right ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3345314101494688118-2463513939188443652?l=schweetdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schweetdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/2463513939188443652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3345314101494688118&amp;postID=2463513939188443652&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345314101494688118/posts/default/2463513939188443652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345314101494688118/posts/default/2463513939188443652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schweetdevil.blogspot.com/2010/05/when-doughnuts-contains-dough-but.html' title='When Doughnuts Contain Dough But Nutless'/><author><name>Grace Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15712550636934555228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/Sx55dr_8DAI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/Nl0i8aTpJJU/S220/DSC03305.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/S_4ihITU_vI/AAAAAAAAAyo/mg81lbMV1gI/s72-c/DSC04226.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345314101494688118.post-3017436602284073734</id><published>2010-05-01T01:19:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T01:39:04.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy Asked</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mommy asked me :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Tell me, truthfully where do you wanna go??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Ummm, US ??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy said :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Can you please don't think that far ? Come back nearer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3345314101494688118-3017436602284073734?l=schweetdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schweetdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/3017436602284073734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3345314101494688118&amp;postID=3017436602284073734&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345314101494688118/posts/default/3017436602284073734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345314101494688118/posts/default/3017436602284073734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schweetdevil.blogspot.com/2010/05/mommy-asked.html' title='Mommy Asked'/><author><name>Grace Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15712550636934555228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/Sx55dr_8DAI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/Nl0i8aTpJJU/S220/DSC03305.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345314101494688118.post-7265998095146131750</id><published>2010-04-22T17:32:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T19:08:03.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Twilight.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's been awhile since I last posted about the people in the Twilight Saga.&lt;br /&gt;LOL not that I don't like Twilight anymore&lt;br /&gt;( I still LUURRRVVVEEEEEEE it )&lt;br /&gt;and today, I encountered so many of them til I don't know which one to post.&lt;br /&gt;So, I decided to post them all.&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;Get ready to drool over them.&lt;br /&gt;Go get a tissue, or a hanky, or anything to wipe your drool.&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/S9AdGbZIJsI/AAAAAAAAAxw/uG-A4etyuno/s1600/003-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 309px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/S9AdGbZIJsI/AAAAAAAAAxw/uG-A4etyuno/s400/003-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462898344269981378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/S9AdHBaMr3I/AAAAAAAAAyA/elQdvcYOsow/s1600/008-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/S9AdHBaMr3I/AAAAAAAAAyA/elQdvcYOsow/s400/008-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462898354475020146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/S9AdGvMexVI/AAAAAAAAAx4/EDicT-SG2mQ/s1600/007-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/S9AdGvMexVI/AAAAAAAAAx4/EDicT-SG2mQ/s400/007-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462898349585646930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Kellan Lutz&lt;/span&gt; ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/S9AdZ7Z3DvI/AAAAAAAAAyY/SL5g8rnGhYw/s1600/kiowashottagged.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 311px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/S9AdZ7Z3DvI/AAAAAAAAAyY/SL5g8rnGhYw/s400/kiowashottagged.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462898679280504562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don't know if you recognize him but he's &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Kiowa Gordon&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;that guy who plays &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Embry Call&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;He sure looks like one yummy werewolf ...&lt;br /&gt;apart from Taylor Lautner, of course.&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;( Yes, I realize I can't get over Taylor. No matter how much I try.&lt;br /&gt;But truth be told, I didn't even bother to try. Haha. What for ??&lt;br /&gt;He's the one person that I can think of right now that I go ga ga for and around my age, unlike Adam Lambert, Brad Pitt, Josh Duhamel, Jensen Ackles for they are like, older than me for at least a decade.&lt;br /&gt;Besides, I'm Team Jacob. Heh, more reasons on why I won't get over him. =D )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/S9AcAc7J3TI/AAAAAAAAAxg/b2Gg_j9ngqg/s1600/robertpattinson1-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 285px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/S9AcAc7J3TI/AAAAAAAAAxg/b2Gg_j9ngqg/s400/robertpattinson1-4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462897142090292530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/S9AcAgemIHI/AAAAAAAAAxo/qUe9LRt5AQg/s1600/robertpattinson2-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 287px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/S9AcAgemIHI/AAAAAAAAAxo/qUe9LRt5AQg/s400/robertpattinson2-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462897143044251762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;R. Pattz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that bedroom hair of his.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why so many people likes it and claims that he's the only person that manages to pull it off nicely .... but, I find it, not nice.&lt;br /&gt;It's looks like, he's never washed his hair for dayS and that kinda equals to ...&lt;br /&gt;erm .. dirty.&lt;br /&gt;( Right, I'm 101% sure that I will be shot by his fans for saying that )&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm sorry I just don't like this bedroom hairstyle.&lt;br /&gt;I even hate my own hair when I wake up everyday as it sticks out at all odd angles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/S9AaSFhlqLI/AAAAAAAAAxI/FNQmYHa3KOA/s1600/edward.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 255px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/S9AaSFhlqLI/AAAAAAAAAxI/FNQmYHa3KOA/s400/edward.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462895246023436466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is a nice one though ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/S9AbHeJkt5I/AAAAAAAAAxY/jFGB0mO6XVE/s1600/kristenstewart-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/S9AbHeJkt5I/AAAAAAAAAxY/jFGB0mO6XVE/s400/kristenstewart-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462896163166664594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/S9AmKuXy9SI/AAAAAAAAAyg/oAH-s7dwruA/s1600/87432431.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/S9AmKuXy9SI/AAAAAAAAAyg/oAH-s7dwruA/s400/87432431.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462908313688798498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I believe she doesn't need any kind of introduction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, for &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Robsten&lt;/span&gt; fans&lt;br /&gt;( me included, although I said I was Team Jacob, yeah..whatever... )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/S9AZUFhd4wI/AAAAAAAAAw4/JbelWGgsLTg/s1600/89398989.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 317px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/S9AZUFhd4wI/AAAAAAAAAw4/JbelWGgsLTg/s400/89398989.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462894180871037698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/S9AbHFY66eI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/w6f45lLploA/s1600/89799524-0b9ba3bb55640d40d75451efb8cafbac.4bd0169f-full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/S9AbHFY66eI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/w6f45lLploA/s400/89799524-0b9ba3bb55640d40d75451efb8cafbac.4bd0169f-full.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462896156520147426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;HOTNESS !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I realize there are no Taylor Lautner or Ashley Greene or Jackson Rathbone or Peter Facinelli or anyone else's picture but I failed to locate their pictures.&lt;br /&gt;LOL I know, just google them right ?&lt;br /&gt;Well, some other time perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Pictures courtesy from &lt;a href="http://bellasdiary.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;bellasdiary.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3345314101494688118-7265998095146131750?l=schweetdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schweetdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/7265998095146131750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3345314101494688118&amp;postID=7265998095146131750&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345314101494688118/posts/default/7265998095146131750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345314101494688118/posts/default/7265998095146131750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schweetdevil.blogspot.com/2010/04/just-twilight.html' title='Just Twilight.'/><author><name>Grace Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15712550636934555228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/Sx55dr_8DAI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/Nl0i8aTpJJU/S220/DSC03305.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/S9AdGbZIJsI/AAAAAAAAAxw/uG-A4etyuno/s72-c/003-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345314101494688118.post-8066079881286364073</id><published>2010-04-21T23:38:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T00:55:03.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dirty Old Teenager. Period.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got back two days ago from KL for my interviews.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm gonna blog about it, soon, when I have uploaded the pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this was what went down when I chatted with my sayang just now.&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least it was part of it.&lt;br /&gt;( LOL if you can't read it cos it's so small then just click on the pictures. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna talk much as I don't know what is wrong with my computer,&lt;br /&gt;all these underlined words... ugh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;I. Can't. Make. Them. Go. Away!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/S88jdgsZ-zI/AAAAAAAAAwY/QYSSPc2rH48/s1600/untitled+khaii.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 492px; height: 492px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/S88jdgsZ-zI/AAAAAAAAAwY/QYSSPc2rH48/s400/untitled+khaii.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462623862923066162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/S88jd6mBgUI/AAAAAAAAAwg/ghjv3jXdnv4/s1600/untitled+khaii+1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 499px; height: 471px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/S88jd6mBgUI/AAAAAAAAAwg/ghjv3jXdnv4/s400/untitled+khaii+1.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462623869875618114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/S88jeIF_1cI/AAAAAAAAAwo/6T-_pUVhi3w/s1600/untitled+khaii+2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 516px; height: 448px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/S88jeIF_1cI/AAAAAAAAAwo/6T-_pUVhi3w/s400/untitled+khaii+2.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462623873499387330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah.&lt;br /&gt;( ehh, no more underlined words YAY but I still don't know how to get rid of the one up there )&lt;br /&gt;It involves something like wanting to know whether her baa has got how much hair ( I meant the chest area ) and it somehow ended up like this.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the dirty old teenager ???&lt;br /&gt;That's&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; ME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; You ask.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I think dirty, talk dirty but don't succumb to the dirty ways of living.&lt;br /&gt;I might say that I am 75-80% dirty but altogether not fully dirty.&lt;br /&gt;BUT, I believe, if you ask a random person walking on the street on their opinion if a person talks and think dirty, are they considered dirty?&lt;br /&gt;Or are they just a nice and innocent person whose thinking is just slightly overrated?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be shocked speechless if that person thinks of the latter.&lt;br /&gt;And also, don't forget I'm 17 pushing 18, and next year I will be 19,&lt;br /&gt;the last year to be a teenager.&lt;br /&gt;I have lived my early 5 years being a young teenager and now I'm like a menopausal one.&lt;br /&gt;SO hence the oldness.&lt;br /&gt;Besides, I'm only left with 2 more effing years before I become an un-teenager.&lt;br /&gt;Don't you feel that's old? Compared to 13-year-old's who have just begun their teenage years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, that's just what I was thinking anyway.&lt;br /&gt;The Dirty Old Teenage Brain Of Mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3345314101494688118-8066079881286364073?l=schweetdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schweetdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/8066079881286364073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3345314101494688118&amp;postID=8066079881286364073&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345314101494688118/posts/default/8066079881286364073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345314101494688118/posts/default/8066079881286364073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schweetdevil.blogspot.com/2010/04/dirty-old-teenager-period.html' title='Dirty Old Teenager. Period.'/><author><name>Grace Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15712550636934555228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/Sx55dr_8DAI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/Nl0i8aTpJJU/S220/DSC03305.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/S88jdgsZ-zI/AAAAAAAAAwY/QYSSPc2rH48/s72-c/untitled+khaii.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345314101494688118.post-2360895059995927085</id><published>2010-04-10T00:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T01:50:08.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Voicemail That Saved Me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Truth be told ....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm scared + nervous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On Wednesday, I received a call but sadly I was still sleeping and I switched off my phone so I recevied a voicemail message when I turned on my phone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When I saw the number started with +03 i thought to myself....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;KL number ?? and a voicemail message too ??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hmmm ~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;AND I IGNORED IT !! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, no biggie. &lt;/em&gt;I told myself that, since I always ignored voicemail messages.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I carried on as usual.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But somewhere in the afternoon, somewhere in the back of my mind,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a voice said to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;go listen to that voicemail message..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, actually ... it yelled at me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I dragged my body upstairs and looked for my phone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I checked my inbox and then I called 121.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now, I know this is nothing but it means something to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I LISTENED TO MY FIRST VOICEMAIL MESSAGE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I ACTUALLY LISTENED TO IT !!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know, lame huh for not listening to a single voicemail message in my entire almost 18 years of my life. Well, contrary to my belief that my mother instilled in me, she told me to &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; listen to voicemail messages as it was pricey (is that true ?), and that if it was important the fella (whoever it was) will try calling you again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm sorry mum that I did not listen to you this time but I am GLAD that I DID NOT listen to you this time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was from The Star Scholarship Fund and the person WAS ASKING ME TO RETURN HIS CALL AFTER I HEARD THE VOICEMAIL MESSAGE !!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;IF I hadn't listened to that voicemail message, WELL,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I would not have known about it, I would not have returned his call, and thus,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I WOULD NOT HAVE KNOWN THAT I WAS SHORTLISTED FOR AN INTERVIEW with Stamford College !!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I'm glad that somewhere in my mind it yelled at me to listen to that voicemail message.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It would have saved my future (somehow).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And today (Friday) I received another call with a number starting with +06.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I stared at it for a moment and went &lt;em&gt;huh??&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I do not know where and what state is that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But anyway, luckily I picked up (LUCKILY) for the woman at the end of the line was a lil impatient (probably tired of calling so many people in a day ??) and she informed me that I was shortlisted for an interview with INTI University College.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In the back of my mind I was like&lt;em&gt; WHAAT?!?&lt;/em&gt; but undeniably I am happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Esctatic. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And thus, it equals to my scared-ness and nervous-ness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am now going to have something to worry about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The interviews.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay, shall not talk about it, for it only adds to my scared-ness and nervous-ness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Annnndddd also,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;please, brain, yell at me more often next time so that I would make more correct decisions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes, not listening to my mum is not considered so big a sin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So please do, yell at me. You are allowed to do it, anytime.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3345314101494688118-2360895059995927085?l=schweetdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schweetdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/2360895059995927085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3345314101494688118&amp;postID=2360895059995927085&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345314101494688118/posts/default/2360895059995927085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345314101494688118/posts/default/2360895059995927085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schweetdevil.blogspot.com/2010/04/voicemail-that-saved-me.html' title='The Voicemail That Saved Me.'/><author><name>Grace Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15712550636934555228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/Sx55dr_8DAI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/Nl0i8aTpJJU/S220/DSC03305.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345314101494688118.post-2339472641492545970</id><published>2010-04-08T00:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T00:27:19.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Legal Aged, Sher Rin =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dearest Sher Rin, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wanna wish you a Happy Happy 18th. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm late, I know but I only finally get to use the computer now..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(mum was hogging it the whole day) =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But anyway, study hard hard, LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;class started today (yesterday) right ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't believe I'm asking you questions through my blog @@&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm mad. (effects of listening too much of "Mad World")&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;LOL. It's just that I DON'T see you online in MSN, and that bloody Twitter won't tweet my tweets (for two effing days already) and NOW only finally tweeting my tweets (maybe because I tweeted a question to Twitter and it answered ?) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Confirmed insane. (Me)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, anywayyyyyyyyy ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Enjoy your 18th and you can finally do legal stuff (YAY!!!!) XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Legal stuff as in drinking (which you already have done it)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Breaking the law and get caught and get thrown into a REAL jail instead of being a juvenile,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hmm.. what else ??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Swear and say all the bad words (I created that one) Xp&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Clubbing !!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And STOP singing "Fifteen" by Taylor Swift !!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;LOL. A bit too late to think that you're 15. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, actually, just take care and all the best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I miss you and I'm taking real good care of "Message In A Bottle".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't worry, it's in good hands. Hehe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You won't recognise it when you're back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, err... no harm was done to it, if you're thinking that I tortured it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Til I see you again...in person. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can't wait. Takkaire.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3345314101494688118-2339472641492545970?l=schweetdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schweetdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/2339472641492545970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3345314101494688118&amp;postID=2339472641492545970&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345314101494688118/posts/default/2339472641492545970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345314101494688118/posts/default/2339472641492545970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schweetdevil.blogspot.com/2010/04/happy-legal-aged-sher-rin.html' title='Happy Legal Aged, Sher Rin =)'/><author><name>Grace Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15712550636934555228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/Sx55dr_8DAI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/Nl0i8aTpJJU/S220/DSC03305.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345314101494688118.post-8993774122267128379</id><published>2010-04-06T00:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T00:28:52.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything's Just So Wrong</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Twitter does me no good, sometimes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I swear, after I read what tweeted by May Zhee I went into depressed mode.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And for some reasons still unknown, I still cannot upload pictures from my computer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yeah, great I know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Plus, alot of things are all jumbled up in my brain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's like a war and hurricane and tornado and earthquake and many more happening all at once in my brain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So it's practically spinning in my head, my brain I mean (literally speaking).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So many things, so jumbled up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So little time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's only one teeny weeny upside that happened today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My mantra, it worked ... for today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And perhaps it worked mainly because my brain's fumbled &amp;amp; jumbled up in this thing called don't know what.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Speaking of which, my mantra didn't work in my sleep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thou appeared in my dream. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*sighs*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3345314101494688118-8993774122267128379?l=schweetdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schweetdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/8993774122267128379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3345314101494688118&amp;postID=8993774122267128379&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345314101494688118/posts/default/8993774122267128379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345314101494688118/posts/default/8993774122267128379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schweetdevil.blogspot.com/2010/04/everythings-just-so-wrong.html' title='Everything&apos;s Just So Wrong'/><author><name>Grace Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15712550636934555228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/Sx55dr_8DAI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/Nl0i8aTpJJU/S220/DSC03305.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345314101494688118.post-759872168244850545</id><published>2010-04-05T01:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T01:41:48.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Shalt Follow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;My new mantra :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I shalt not think of thee, for I hath not so much time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Additional notes-to-self :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For thou don't knowest that I think of thee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For I knowest it is wrong to think of thee. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;( it's not wrong at all actually )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For I wilt collapse if I continue to think of thee. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;( a bit over )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For I shalt not waste my precious time to think of thou.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And lastly,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For I don't even know where art thou.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;My attempt to be more Shakespeare-y... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I don't know whether I passed or failed miserably.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3345314101494688118-759872168244850545?l=schweetdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schweetdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/759872168244850545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3345314101494688118&amp;postID=759872168244850545&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345314101494688118/posts/default/759872168244850545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345314101494688118/posts/default/759872168244850545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schweetdevil.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-shalt-follow.html' title='I Shalt Follow'/><author><name>Grace Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15712550636934555228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/Sx55dr_8DAI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/Nl0i8aTpJJU/S220/DSC03305.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345314101494688118.post-1456968237103299868</id><published>2010-04-03T23:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T23:26:04.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Retaliation !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ahh ~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Sher Rin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, I see that you were a bit too late.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hehehe. No &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Andrew Garcia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for youu ~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And FYI, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Justin Bieber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is the trending topic that will &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;NEVER GO AWAY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no matter how hard you wish it does.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;OH WAIT !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now I'm on Twitter, he's &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;NOT &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;on the trending list.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ahh~ that's somewhat refreshing. And I'm happy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hehehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aaannnnnndd,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm so NOT falling for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Casey James.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just because he plays the guitar, has a somewhat long hair &amp;amp; takes off his shirt doesn't make me fall for him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And besides, I FELL for &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adam Lambert&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; without having him taking his shirt off LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So there, I have proved your point on the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;" &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;how can you not fall for him :)))&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;statement. :DDDDDDDDD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3345314101494688118-1456968237103299868?l=schweetdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schweetdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/1456968237103299868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3345314101494688118&amp;postID=1456968237103299868&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345314101494688118/posts/default/1456968237103299868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345314101494688118/posts/default/1456968237103299868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schweetdevil.blogspot.com/2010/04/retaliation.html' title='Retaliation !'/><author><name>Grace Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15712550636934555228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/Sx55dr_8DAI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/Nl0i8aTpJJU/S220/DSC03305.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345314101494688118.post-2648064296188845512</id><published>2010-03-29T18:21:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T13:06:56.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Specially Dedicated To You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAHAHAHA !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Loh Sher Rin.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Guess what ??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I win this time. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Remember I said that &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Demi Lovato&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joe Jonas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; are together and you said no ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, apparently, it's a yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I'm correct this time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hehehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i335.photobucket.com/albums/m444/grecia_5000/demi.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.disneydreaming.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/12/Joe-Jonas-Demi-Lovato.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 367px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 500px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.disneydreaming.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/12/Joe-Jonas-Demi-Lovato.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt; Jemi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cute huh their nickname ?&lt;br /&gt;Actually not cute also. I'm just saying for fun only. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hehehe. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, hope they're happy together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;LOL. I'm not a big fan of them, so, not much of a reaction for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aaaaaaaannd FYI,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;( this is for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Sher Rin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; since this post was meant for her )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Andrew Garcia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is a trending topic right now in &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Twitter.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;LOL. But by the time u read this post, he might not be trending anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Muahahahaha ~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;edited : Wednesday ; 31/3/2010 ; 12.25 pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3345314101494688118-2648064296188845512?l=schweetdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schweetdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/2648064296188845512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3345314101494688118&amp;postID=2648064296188845512&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345314101494688118/posts/default/2648064296188845512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345314101494688118/posts/default/2648064296188845512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schweetdevil.blogspot.com/2010/03/specially-dedicated-to-you.html' title='Specially Dedicated To You'/><author><name>Grace Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15712550636934555228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/Sx55dr_8DAI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/Nl0i8aTpJJU/S220/DSC03305.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345314101494688118.post-5191053936453155341</id><published>2010-03-28T13:28:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T01:18:44.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Temporary Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I really love this song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;It's called " Temporary Home " by Carrie Underwood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;And it is currently on my playlist. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;The lyrics are so .. erm, true and it touches straight to the heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Try listening to it, and understand the lyrics, the message that she is trying to get across.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Well, I'm not saying that we should jump down a 80 storey building directly after you hear it. No, I don't mean it that way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;And maybe for people that doesn't like country music, you will like it after you hear this one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Cause I didn't like country music at first, until I heard a song by Carrie Underwood a few years back. Her songs are always so meaningful ( at least most of them ).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Well, more on that country thing next time. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Little boy, 6 years old &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A little too used to bein' alone &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Another new mom and dad,another school&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Another house that'll never be home &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When people ask him how he likes this place &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He looks up and says with a smile upon his face &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is my temporary home &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's not where I belong &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Windows and rooms that I'm passin' through &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is just a stop, on the way to where I'm going &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm not afraid because I know &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this is my temporary home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Young mom on her own &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She needs a little help got nowhere to go &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She's lookin' for a job, lookin' for a way out &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because a half-way house will never be a home &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At night she whispers to her baby girl &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Someday we'll find a place here in this world &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is our temporary home &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's not where we belong &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Windows and rooms that we're passin' through&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is just a stop, on the way to where we're going &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm not afraid because I know &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this is our temporary home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Old man, hospital bed &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The room is filled with people he loves &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And he whispers don't cry for me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll see you all someday &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He looks up and says "I can see God's face."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is my temporary home &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's not where I belong &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Windows and rooms that I'm passin' through &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This was just a stop,on the way to where I'm going &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm not afraid because I know &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this was my temporary home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is our temporary home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3345314101494688118-5191053936453155341?l=schweetdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/Sx55dr_8DAI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/Nl0i8aTpJJU/S220/DSC03305.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345314101494688118.post-3703334494069004538</id><published>2010-03-28T11:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T12:43:33.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'>grrrr ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Donkey !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everything is wrong. Nothing is right these days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My streamyx was down for 4-5 days at one go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't upload any pictures in my blog for some unknown reasons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I CANNOT UPDATE MY TWITTER !!! So now, I am stuck with last nights tweet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;dayum !!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Just when i feel like blogging you do this to me?? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Okay fine. Suit yourself. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3345314101494688118-3703334494069004538?l=schweetdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schweetdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/3703334494069004538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3345314101494688118&amp;postID=3703334494069004538&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345314101494688118/posts/default/3703334494069004538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345314101494688118/posts/default/3703334494069004538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schweetdevil.blogspot.com/2010/03/grrrr.html' title='grrrr ~'/><author><name>Grace Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15712550636934555228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/Sx55dr_8DAI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/Nl0i8aTpJJU/S220/DSC03305.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345314101494688118.post-1559856444951060774</id><published>2010-03-12T18:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T18:25:01.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's A Yes &amp; A No</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;You know, I always feel pitiful for those who are sometimes too free and then they start critisizing or making fun or make a joke [ READ : A REALLY BAD ONE ]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;about something or someone or anything that comes their way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And for that, I HATE that kind of people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Especially when they make something or some bad comedy out of things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To be more specific :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When they start talking about &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;THE THINGS THAT I LIKE OR LOVE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3345314101494688118-1559856444951060774?l=schweetdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schweetdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/1559856444951060774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3345314101494688118&amp;postID=1559856444951060774&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345314101494688118/posts/default/1559856444951060774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345314101494688118/posts/default/1559856444951060774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schweetdevil.blogspot.com/2010/03/its-yes-no.html' title='It&apos;s A Yes &amp; A No'/><author><name>Grace Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15712550636934555228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/Sx55dr_8DAI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/Nl0i8aTpJJU/S220/DSC03305.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345314101494688118.post-6622735649641344690</id><published>2010-03-11T01:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T01:47:25.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SPM Results</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Results will be out tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I mean today... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;gosh !!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm scared, afraid..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't know what to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But of course, take the result la, what else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hope when I wake up later ( if i can sleep )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I still can eat, the last time during PMR i couldn't even eat &amp;amp; can't even finish up a glass of water.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And when I finally receive the results, I discovered I was actually&lt;u&gt; &lt;strong&gt;VERYVERYVERY HUNGRY. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ohhh ~ &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;there's a tin of kuih kapit beside me. I just realized it is there, after sitting here for hours already. I think I'm gonna eat it. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I'm eating it. not bad. I actually like kuih kapit, they're nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I used to remember last time when I was young my grandmother used to make for CNY time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I would sit there and watch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But now, she doesn't make it anymore, cos she said that it requires alot of work and this and that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So now, we BUY. hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh we didn't buy also, my auntie gave it to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And why am I talking about kuih kapit??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm supposed to talk bout results right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;allright nevermind, I'll talk about it when I get it, which is tomorrow -- no, later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3345314101494688118-6622735649641344690?l=schweetdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schweetdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/6622735649641344690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3345314101494688118&amp;postID=6622735649641344690&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345314101494688118/posts/default/6622735649641344690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345314101494688118/posts/default/6622735649641344690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schweetdevil.blogspot.com/2010/03/spm-results.html' title='SPM Results'/><author><name>Grace Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15712550636934555228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/Sx55dr_8DAI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/Nl0i8aTpJJU/S220/DSC03305.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345314101494688118.post-6937489886342737407</id><published>2010-03-04T23:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T00:24:39.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shhhhhhhhhhh ......</title><content type='html'>...sit down tight and comfy, I have an interesting story to share with you ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think of you everytime.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I need to talk to you everytime.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm wondering about how are you doing everytime.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wonder and guess what you had for breakfast, lunch, dinner and even supper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I confide in you in each and every single thing that troubles me and keeps me awake at night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I tell you my biggest fears, hopes and dreams of my future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I tell you who I'm currently crushing on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I even tell you my family problems, my ups and downs in life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I want the best for you and only you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love you so much and am broken if we ever argued.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I tell you what I think of other people and my opinions about them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I sometimes tell the bad side of you too ; in hopes that you'll change into a better person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Despite all this, I, too,like any other human being, have another side ;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the bad side.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As much as I love you, I hate you at the same time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I want you to talk to me and only me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am possesive when it comes to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't like it whenever you talk to someone else and ignore me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wonder do you love me as much as I love you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wonder do you confide in me as much as I confide in you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am jealous of the things that you are better at compared to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I secretly vow to myself that I will practise and work harder so that I will be even better than you the next time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I want compliments from you when I have achieved whatever I had worked for and become better at it than you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I want to feel the triumph of winning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I often compare myself to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I tell you things that are not completely true about another person and I make it sound as though I am the innocent one and the other person is to blame.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I want to see the ties between the two of you become weaken by the things that I've said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I see the trust you have in me become stronger and the bond between us stronger ; unbreakable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After everything that I've done and worked for, the plan is becoming even clearer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You and me, all the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You trust me completely and fully.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You confide in me everytime something bothers you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You see, there's something nasty about me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am selfish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't want to share you with anybody else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I want you to hear about my opinions and nobody else's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I want you to be dependent on me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I want you to think that there's only one person in the world that you can trust ;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and the person is me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Finally, after all my hard work, I have you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You may not know it, but this is me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And you have been used all along, as a toy, a character in a play,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to be what I want you to be now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*smiles*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3345314101494688118-6937489886342737407?l=schweetdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schweetdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/6937489886342737407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3345314101494688118&amp;postID=6937489886342737407&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345314101494688118/posts/default/6937489886342737407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345314101494688118/posts/default/6937489886342737407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schweetdevil.blogspot.com/2010/03/shhhhhhhhhhh.html' title='Shhhhhhhhhhh ......'/><author><name>Grace Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15712550636934555228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/Sx55dr_8DAI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/Nl0i8aTpJJU/S220/DSC03305.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345314101494688118.post-2143077887027965693</id><published>2010-02-23T19:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T19:36:29.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ian Somerhalder</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hi, it's me =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://queenmar.files.wordpress.com/2008/02/copy-of-ian-somerhalder_46.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 329px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 440px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://queenmar.files.wordpress.com/2008/02/copy-of-ian-somerhalder_46.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Posted these pictures just for fun, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just to prove my point in my previous post about him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The one entitled " Here I Go Again "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://freenet-homepage.de/Freistellungen/Ian%20Somerhalder1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 368px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 244px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://freenet-homepage.de/Freistellungen/Ian%20Somerhalder1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.fanpop.com/images/image_uploads/Ian-at-the-beach-ian-somerhalder-183929_800_1000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 361px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 589px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://images.fanpop.com/images/image_uploads/Ian-at-the-beach-ian-somerhalder-183929_800_1000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3345314101494688118-2143077887027965693?l=schweetdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schweetdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/2143077887027965693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3345314101494688118&amp;postID=2143077887027965693&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345314101494688118/posts/default/2143077887027965693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345314101494688118/posts/default/2143077887027965693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schweetdevil.blogspot.com/2010/02/ian-somerhalder.html' title='Ian Somerhalder'/><author><name>Grace Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15712550636934555228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/Sx55dr_8DAI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/Nl0i8aTpJJU/S220/DSC03305.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345314101494688118.post-1006615356744683991</id><published>2010-02-18T02:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T03:04:39.581+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me ??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;let's see. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;She &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Loves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Seducing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Mesmerizing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Could things get better? And after so many years, I've decided to like them after all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I guess it's just me, having some communication break down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So maybe some things got a bit better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh well, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Merry Christmas &amp;amp; Happy New Year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;whoops. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wrong season, wrong timing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Something thats becoming very normal in my everyday life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Have a happy roaring chinese new year ahead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3345314101494688118-1006615356744683991?l=schweetdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schweetdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/1006615356744683991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3345314101494688118&amp;postID=1006615356744683991&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345314101494688118/posts/default/1006615356744683991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345314101494688118/posts/default/1006615356744683991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schweetdevil.blogspot.com/2010/02/me.html' title='Me ??'/><author><name>Grace Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15712550636934555228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/Sx55dr_8DAI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/Nl0i8aTpJJU/S220/DSC03305.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345314101494688118.post-5902977106774813365</id><published>2010-02-07T01:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T02:13:02.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here I Go Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;For a moment I panicked, over a small thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I realized that I had not been updating --  REALLY updating my blog these days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I gotta stop watching Gossip Girl [but it's so good I don't wanna stop watching it but i'm running out of episodes to watch already] -- it's sucking all my time away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Speaking of sucking, I watched Vampire Diaries and I didn't like Stefan, I preferred his brother,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Damon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;He is so sexy/hot/cute/handsome/irresistable and the first time he appeared on the screen, I swear to you that he looked like Zac Efron. Well, a little like Zac Efron but a better+older+sexier+mind-blowing version. Plus, I don't really like Zac Efron anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haha. Hell, I even remembered his first line :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;"Hello, brother."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;And I realized how in vampire stories, the vampires always have such yummy names.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;In Twilight, there are the Cullens [erm, not so yummy but still kinda yummy]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;But in Vampire Diaries, gawd how I like their family name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Salvatore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just saying it already give me the kicks. Hahaifyouknowwhatimean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It would be nice if my last name is that. Hmm ~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Grace Salvatore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;If you think that I am now going frenzy over Vampire Diaries -- which I believe you do -- I still prefer Twilight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;VD is somewhat confusing to me, with the people dying [supposedly so] then returning alive in the next episode, how humans only finally die after the third vampire bite, and how the humans will survive from a vampire bite from biting a vampire back [fancy doing that yourself?], how the vampires brainwash you and etc etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know I said how Grace Salvatore is all nice and yummy, but NO thank you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I shall stick with my old name, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Grace Lambert.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Which is, I will say,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Perfecto!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3345314101494688118-5902977106774813365?l=schweetdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schweetdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/5902977106774813365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3345314101494688118&amp;postID=5902977106774813365&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345314101494688118/posts/default/5902977106774813365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345314101494688118/posts/default/5902977106774813365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schweetdevil.blogspot.com/2010/02/here-i-go-again.html' title='Here I Go Again'/><author><name>Grace Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15712550636934555228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/Sx55dr_8DAI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/Nl0i8aTpJJU/S220/DSC03305.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345314101494688118.post-2905171966472686372</id><published>2010-02-05T16:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T16:55:43.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back From Kay-Ell</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Weee ~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm actually back a few days already but I was sick the past few days and I'm recovering &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So to speak, the pics still in my phone. Haven't upload in my comp yet so the pics will be uploaded soon. I didn't snap that many pics also. So, no need to upload-&lt;em&gt;lahh&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shows how lazy I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will go deliberate with myself.&lt;br /&gt;You'll see it when you see it.&lt;br /&gt;Magic&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*puff* ~ and I'm gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3345314101494688118-2905171966472686372?l=schweetdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schweetdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/2905171966472686372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3345314101494688118&amp;postID=2905171966472686372&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345314101494688118/posts/default/2905171966472686372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345314101494688118/posts/default/2905171966472686372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schweetdevil.blogspot.com/2010/02/im-back-from-kay-ell.html' title='I&apos;m Back From Kay-Ell'/><author><name>Grace Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15712550636934555228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wA-YCS18bo/Sx55dr_8DAI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/Nl0i8aTpJJU/S220/DSC03305.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
