<?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-7355308337877848199</id><updated>2012-02-15T22:37:36.985-08:00</updated><title type='text'>cherry blossoms</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-floweroflove.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7355308337877848199/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-floweroflove.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Juniore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13936008562377838943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7355308337877848199.post-1788253114551089220</id><published>2008-07-04T23:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T23:13:01.062-07:00</updated><title type='text'>scrabling</title><content type='html'>yo, people.&lt;br /&gt;another post here. basically i've been pen spinning and pen spinning and pen spinning. and studying and studying and studying. and scrabbling. scrabbling. scrabbling. guitaring. guitaring. guitaring. pianoing. pianoing. pianoing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll stop. ;) no energy for exclaimation marks (i have to stretch to press the key. and hold down shift.) my mum's ill, house renovating. could it get worse? naw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn, yes! yong zhu cheng didn't send me the email. im not going to check my mail again. hmphs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrighty off scrabbling! begging all contacts on msn now. reasonably bad status. siannzzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byez.&lt;br /&gt;siewrrronnnggg&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7355308337877848199-1788253114551089220?l=the-floweroflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-floweroflove.blogspot.com/feeds/1788253114551089220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7355308337877848199&amp;postID=1788253114551089220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7355308337877848199/posts/default/1788253114551089220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7355308337877848199/posts/default/1788253114551089220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-floweroflove.blogspot.com/2008/07/scrabling.html' title='scrabling'/><author><name>Juniore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13936008562377838943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7355308337877848199.post-4191816219360973324</id><published>2008-06-18T02:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T02:48:31.648-07:00</updated><title type='text'>err back again! ANOTHER quiz</title><content type='html'>okok apologies. i found this on bradz blog and couldn't resist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday – 26 February&lt;br /&gt;Pick your birth month.&lt;br /&gt;→ Strike out anything that doesn't apply to you.&lt;br /&gt;→ Bold the five that best apply to you.&lt;br /&gt;→ Copy to your own blog and either link to a post that has all 12 months or copy-paste it all under your result.&lt;br /&gt;→ Tag 5 people from your friends list&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JANUARY: Stubborn and hard-hearted. Ambitious and serious. Loves to teach and be taught. Always looking at people’s flaws and weaknesses. Likes to criticize. Hardworking and productive. Smart, neat and organized. Sensitive and has deep thoughts. Knows how to make others happy. Quiet unless excited or tensed. Rather reserved. Highly attentive. Resistant to illnesses but prone to colds. Romantic but has difficulties expressing love. Loves children. Loyal. Has great social abilities yet easily jealous. Very stubborn and money cautious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FEBRUARY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Abstract thoughts&lt;/strong&gt;.YES. alot and alot. my &lt;em&gt;life &lt;/em&gt;is all about abstract thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Loves reality and abstract&lt;/strong&gt;. yesh.&lt;br /&gt;Intelligent and clever. nope. maybe sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;Changing personality. yess! abit.. im starting to think this is like, really accurate.&lt;br /&gt;Attractive. abit. *sobs* NO!&lt;br /&gt;Sexy. no? (starts to hate this quiz).&lt;br /&gt;Temperamental. prolly... under the covers of my bed.&lt;br /&gt;Quiet, shy and humble. yeaa.. but duh, i let my pride get ahead of me.&lt;br /&gt;Honest and loyal. ehh? maybe. im rather hypocritical at times.&lt;br /&gt;Determined to reach goals. sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Loves freedom.&lt;/strong&gt; yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rebellious when restricted.&lt;/strong&gt; yes. i shout. i get pissed.&lt;br /&gt;Loves aggressiveness. maybe. my brother said i'd make a great murderer when i stabbed him with a kitchen knife. well, actually no. but i am violent. chorlor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Too sensitive and easily hurt.&lt;/strong&gt; yeah. very very easy. i cry allll the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gets angry really easily but does not show&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;it.&lt;/strong&gt; nope. i will most probably explode. but i do try. most of the time. which means im angry all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dislikes unnecessary things.&lt;/strong&gt; yep!&lt;br /&gt;Loves making friends but rarely shows it. nope. im an introvert, actually.&lt;br /&gt;Daring and stubborn. stubborn, yes. daring? im the one that cowers and closes my eyes and screams at looking under the bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ambitious.&lt;/strong&gt; very.&lt;br /&gt;Realizes dreams and hopes. maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sharp.&lt;/strong&gt; yes. only on certain things.&lt;br /&gt;Loves entertainment and leisure. never.&lt;br /&gt;Romantic on the inside not outside. not on both sides.&lt;br /&gt;Superstitious and ludicrous.no...&lt;br /&gt;Spendthrift.maybe&lt;br /&gt;Tries to learn to learn to show emotions. nah.&lt;br /&gt;MARCH: Attractive personality. Sexy. Affectionate. Shy and reserved. Secretive. Naturally honest, generous and sympathetic. Loves peace and serenity. Sensitive to others. Loves to serve others. Easily angered. Trustworthy. Appreciative and returns kindness. Observant and assesses others. Revengeful. Loves to dream and fantasize. Loves traveling. Loves attention. Hasty decisions in choosing partners. Loves home decors. Musically talented. Loves special things. Moody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;APRIL: Active and dynamic. Decisive and hasty but tends to regret. Attractive and affectionate to oneself. Strong mentality. Loves attention. Diplomatic. Consoling, friendly and solves people’s problems. Brave and fearless. Adventurous. Loving and caring. Suave and generous. Emotional. Aggressive. Hasty. Good memory. Moving. Motivates oneself and others. Sickness usually of the head and chest. Sexy in a way that only their lover can see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAY: Stubborn and hard-hearted. Strong-willed and highly motivated. Sharp thoughts. Easily angered. Attracts others and loves attention. Deep feelings. Beautiful physically and mentally. Firm Standpoint. Needs no motivation. Easily consoled. Systematic (left brain). Loves to dream. Strong clairvoyance. Understanding. Sickness usually in the ear and neck. Good imagination. Good physical. Weak breathing. Loves literature and the arts. Loves traveling. Dislike being at home. Restless. Not having many children. Hardworking. High spirited. Spendthrift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUNE: Thinks far with vision. Easily influenced by kindness. Polite and soft-spoken. Having ideas. Sensitive. Active mind. Hesitating, tends to delay. Choosy and always wants the best. Temperamental. Funny and humorous. Loves to joke. Good debating skills. Talkative. Daydreamer. Friendly. Knows how to make friends. Able to show character. Easily hurt. Prone to getting colds. Loves to dress up. Easily bored. Fussy. Seldom shows emotions. Takes time to recover when hurt. Brand conscious. Executive. Stubborn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JULY: Fun to be with. Secretive. Difficult to fathom and to be understood. Quiet unless excited or tensed. Takes pride in oneself. Has reputation. Easily consoled. Honest. Concerned about people’s feelings. Tactful. Friendly. Approachable. Emotional temperamental and unpredictable. Moody and easily hurt. Witty and sparkly. Not revengeful. Forgiving but never forgets. Dislikes nonsensical and unnecessary things. Guides others physically and mentally. Sensitive and forms impressions carefully. Caring and loving. Treats others equally. Strong sense of sympathy. Wary and sharp. Judges people through observations. Hardworking. No difficulties in studying. Loves to be alone. Always broods about the past and the old friends. Likes to be quiet. Homely person. Waits for friends. Never looks for friends. Not aggressive unless provoked. Prone to having stomach and dieting problems. Loves to be loved. Easily hurt but takes long to recover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AUGUST: Loves to joke. Attractive. Suave and caring. Brave and fearless. Firm and has leadership qualities. Knows how to console others. Too generous and egoistic. Takes high pride in oneself. Thirsty for praises. Extraordinary spirit. Easily angered. Angry when provoked. Easily jealous. Observant. Careful and cautious. Thinks quickly. Independent thoughts. Loves to lead and to be led. Loves to dream. Talented in the arts, music and defense. Sensitive but not petty. Poor resistance against illnesses. Learns to relax. Hasty and trusty. Romantic. Loving and caring. Loves to make friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEPTEMBER: Suave and compromising. Careful, cautious and organized. Likes to point out people’s mistakes. Likes to criticize. Stubborn. Quiet but able to talk well. Calm and cool. Kind and sympathetic. Concerned and detailed. Loyal but not always honest. Does work well. Very confident. Sensitive. Good memory. Clever and knowledgeable. Loves to look for information. Must control oneself when criticizing. Able to motivate oneself. Understanding. Fun to be around. Secretive. Loves leisure and traveling. Hardly shows emotions. Tends to bottle up feelings. Very choosy, especially in relationships. Systematic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OCTOBER: Loves to chat. Loves those who loves them. Loves to take things at the center. Inner and physical beauty. Lies but doesn’t pretend. Gets angry often. Treats friends importantly. Always making friends. Easily hurt but recovers easily. Daydreamer. Opinionated. Does not care of what others think. Emotional. Decisive. Strong clairvoyance. Loves to travel, the arts and literature. Touchy and easily jealous. Concerned. Loves outdoors. Just and fair. Spendthrift. Easily influenced. Easily loses confidence. Loves children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOVEMBER: Has a lot of ideas. Difficult to fathom. Thinks forward. Unique and brilliant. Extraordinary ideas. Sharp thinking. Fine and strong clairvoyance. Can become good doctors. Dynamic in personality. Secretive. Inquisitive. Knows how to dig secrets. Always thinking. Less talkative but amiable. Brave and generous. Patient. Stubborn and hard-hearted. If there is a will, there is a way. Determined. Never give up. Hardly becomes angry unless provoked. Loves to be alone. Thinks differently from others. Sharp-minded. Motivates oneself. Does not appreciate praises. High-spirited. Well-built and tough. Deep love and emotions. Romantic. Uncertain in relationships. Homely. Hardworking. High abilities. Trustworthy. Honest and keeps secrets. Not able to control emotions. Unpredictable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DECEMBER: Loyal and generous. Sexy. Patriotic. Active in games and interactions. Impatient and hasty. Ambitious. Influential in organizations. Fun to be with. Loves to socialize. Loves praises. Loves attention. Loves to be loved. Honest and trustworthy. Not pretending. Short tempered. Changing personality. Not egoistic. Take high pride in oneself. Hates restrictions. Loves to joke. Good sense of humor. Logical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok. look, i dont hv time. my bro needs the com. im rushing. byee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seeya&lt;br /&gt;luvv&lt;br /&gt;siewrong&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7355308337877848199-4191816219360973324?l=the-floweroflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-floweroflove.blogspot.com/feeds/4191816219360973324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7355308337877848199&amp;postID=4191816219360973324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7355308337877848199/posts/default/4191816219360973324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7355308337877848199/posts/default/4191816219360973324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-floweroflove.blogspot.com/2008/06/err-back-again-another-quiz.html' title='err back again! ANOTHER quiz'/><author><name>Juniore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13936008562377838943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7355308337877848199.post-1530837483019232964</id><published>2008-06-18T02:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T02:17:27.939-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hi peeps im back from the dead</title><content type='html'>yo, people! this is a quiz from sq!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) What is your favourite colour?&lt;br /&gt;    -Red          (brave)&lt;br /&gt;    -Pink          (sweet)&lt;br /&gt;    -Yellow       (fun)&lt;br /&gt;    -Light blue  (carefree)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ans: d&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) What is your favourite hang-out place with your friends?&lt;br /&gt;    -Home                            (simple)&lt;br /&gt;    -Shopping mall                (crazy, fun)&lt;br /&gt;    -Dinner at restaurant       (serious)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ans: b&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) What is your usual dress code?&lt;br /&gt;    -Pants and shirt                                          (simple)&lt;br /&gt;    -Long flowy dress                                       (graceful, elegant)&lt;br /&gt;    -Pajamas?                                                  (sloppy)&lt;br /&gt;    -Cap, mini running shorts and singlet          (atheletic)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ans: a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) If you had free time, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;    -Have a picnic with family and relatives            (cares, loves family)              &lt;br /&gt;    -Throw a party with friends                               (wacky)&lt;br /&gt;    -Read a book                                                    (shy, hardworking)&lt;br /&gt;    -Play with your dolls                                         (childish)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ans: c&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Name one of your hobbies&lt;br /&gt;    -Photography               (creative)&lt;br /&gt;    -Studying                     (clever, mature)&lt;br /&gt;    -Dancing                      (graceful)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ans: a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) What is your favourite genre of music?&lt;br /&gt;    -Pop                     (fun)&lt;br /&gt;    -Rock                   (loud, crazy)&lt;br /&gt;    -Classical              (relaxed, carefree)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ans: stuck with... a and c&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) In your opinion, who is the most important person/people/thing in your life?&lt;br /&gt;    -*Him                       (lovesick)&lt;br /&gt;    -Bank account           (moneyminded)&lt;br /&gt;    -Family                     (lovable, sweet)&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ans: c&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) If your mother gives you $50, you would...&lt;br /&gt;    -Donate it to charity                                                                                    (helpful)&lt;br /&gt;    -Demand more, because it's not enough to get you the stuff you want         (greedy)&lt;br /&gt;    -Give it to the bully because he/she says so                                                 (soft)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ans: ehhh. i'd give it back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) If the guy of your dreams asks you out the day before the exams, you...&lt;br /&gt;    -Tell him to study for the exams first.             (mature)&lt;br /&gt;    -Just go out with him                                      (naughty)                                            &lt;br /&gt;    -Run away quickly                                          (shy)&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ans: neva! i'd dump him. ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) What is your favourite time of the day?&lt;br /&gt;      -Afternoon             (cheerful)&lt;br /&gt;      -Morning                (healthy)&lt;br /&gt;      -Night                    (dark, emotional)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ans: b. i like night. but decided it was creepy. abhor afternoons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok. i will post a youtube video later... but see first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways as a wrapup:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) carefree healthy lovable, sweet fun relaxed, carefree simple shy, hardworking crazy, fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b) hateful, bitter, tense, serious, complicated, outgoing, lazy, unhealthy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c) tries to be hardworking, but fails miserably and owns at wii games. loves family but doesn't show it. a hypocrite... lazy bum... shy. a little mental... carefree. optimistic. simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d) PERFECT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e) the lousiest person in the world, the bitchiest bitch in school (which is quite an achievement, i might add), stinkiest person - maybe the second. ummm dumbest idiot, hypocritical asshole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;f) plain weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okokok. you guys can vote. which one sounds like me? reallly. i vote... C!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VOTE, alrighty? okok i go get that video. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luvv,&lt;br /&gt;siewrong&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7355308337877848199-1530837483019232964?l=the-floweroflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-floweroflove.blogspot.com/feeds/1530837483019232964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7355308337877848199&amp;postID=1530837483019232964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7355308337877848199/posts/default/1530837483019232964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7355308337877848199/posts/default/1530837483019232964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-floweroflove.blogspot.com/2008/06/hi-peeps-im-back-from-dead.html' title='hi peeps im back from the dead'/><author><name>Juniore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13936008562377838943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7355308337877848199.post-6402291378342617029</id><published>2008-06-03T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T03:44:53.224-08:00</updated><title type='text'>band memories</title><content type='html'>im terrifying slack now. woke up and mugged and felt satisfied. then did piano lesson after doing some gardening. well, flowering, but whatever. checked my email and yes! lin lao shi sent me the pics! so here they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-LA3pyBQfG8/SEYY3lXmisI/AAAAAAAAACI/mAFsc4Qz3DA/s1600-h/2540641668_78052bd51a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207877362303535810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-LA3pyBQfG8/SEYY3lXmisI/AAAAAAAAACI/mAFsc4Qz3DA/s320/2540641668_78052bd51a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;left to right. valynn, zhenyi, me. siew rong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-LA3pyBQfG8/SEYYiVXmiqI/AAAAAAAAAB4/5ebAajzywN0/s1600-h/2540641286_dc94331d9e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207876997231315618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-LA3pyBQfG8/SEYYiVXmiqI/AAAAAAAAAB4/5ebAajzywN0/s320/2540641286_dc94331d9e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; handsome instructor mr... daryl... wee?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-LA3pyBQfG8/SEYYU1XmipI/AAAAAAAAABw/1HrClCLJtV0/s1600-h/2539821841_5b357942d2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207876765303081618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-LA3pyBQfG8/SEYYU1XmipI/AAAAAAAAABw/1HrClCLJtV0/s320/2539821841_5b357942d2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the short girl at the back is rachel guan. the stout guy is alexander. next to him is lin lao shi. the little kid is ker zhenyi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-LA3pyBQfG8/SEYYJ1XmioI/AAAAAAAAABo/NZxOQwJtXow/s1600-h/2539821195_14f5c3a04a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207876576324520578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-LA3pyBQfG8/SEYYJ1XmioI/AAAAAAAAABo/NZxOQwJtXow/s320/2539821195_14f5c3a04a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mr gregory chua. the man in the suit. our sweet conductor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-LA3pyBQfG8/SEYYBFXminI/AAAAAAAAABg/is9k0b0cDuI/s1600-h/2539820339_3764efa2f6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207876426000665202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-LA3pyBQfG8/SEYYBFXminI/AAAAAAAAABg/is9k0b0cDuI/s320/2539820339_3764efa2f6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;konstanze kwek. playing a trombone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-LA3pyBQfG8/SEYX5FXmimI/AAAAAAAAABY/OO-i_PUT0tY/s1600-h/2539819721_2d90203902.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207876288561711714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-LA3pyBQfG8/SEYX5FXmimI/AAAAAAAAABY/OO-i_PUT0tY/s320/2539819721_2d90203902.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;left to right. zhenyi. zhang chen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok done. can't be bothered to upload the rest, but if i hv time i will. sayonara, people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;val/yt/anyone in band wif hp. PLEASE PLEASE capture the three jap kids together! saki, mizuki and juni! i beg you. it'll be the best pic ever. ')&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;luvv,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;siewrong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7355308337877848199-6402291378342617029?l=the-floweroflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-floweroflove.blogspot.com/feeds/6402291378342617029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7355308337877848199&amp;postID=6402291378342617029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7355308337877848199/posts/default/6402291378342617029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7355308337877848199/posts/default/6402291378342617029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-floweroflove.blogspot.com/2008/06/band-memories.html' title='band memories'/><author><name>Juniore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13936008562377838943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-LA3pyBQfG8/SEYY3lXmisI/AAAAAAAAACI/mAFsc4Qz3DA/s72-c/2540641668_78052bd51a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7355308337877848199.post-8395829308051556786</id><published>2008-06-02T02:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T03:44:53.554-08:00</updated><title type='text'>some pics.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-LA3pyBQfG8/SEO4gVXmilI/AAAAAAAAABQ/3RWJHdYS-Xc/s1600-h/Image028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207208459801889362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-LA3pyBQfG8/SEO4gVXmilI/AAAAAAAAABQ/3RWJHdYS-Xc/s320/Image028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kaiying standing up. konstanze next to guo lao shi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-LA3pyBQfG8/SEO4EFXmikI/AAAAAAAAABI/pry4M426Tpc/s1600-h/Image033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207207974470584898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-LA3pyBQfG8/SEO4EFXmikI/AAAAAAAAABI/pry4M426Tpc/s320/Image033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;starring. left to right. cai bin. zhenyi. zhang chen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-LA3pyBQfG8/SEO3YVXmijI/AAAAAAAAABA/EICe4sI1tGM/s1600-h/Image034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207207222851308082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-LA3pyBQfG8/SEO3YVXmijI/AAAAAAAAABA/EICe4sI1tGM/s320/Image034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;starring (top) mun yee. ling lao shi.&lt;br /&gt;(bottom) zhen yi. valynn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;done. credits to valynn.&lt;br /&gt;loves. ;)&lt;br /&gt;siew.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7355308337877848199-8395829308051556786?l=the-floweroflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-floweroflove.blogspot.com/feeds/8395829308051556786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7355308337877848199&amp;postID=8395829308051556786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7355308337877848199/posts/default/8395829308051556786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7355308337877848199/posts/default/8395829308051556786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-floweroflove.blogspot.com/2008/06/some-pics.html' title='some pics.'/><author><name>Juniore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13936008562377838943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-LA3pyBQfG8/SEO4gVXmilI/AAAAAAAAABQ/3RWJHdYS-Xc/s72-c/Image028.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7355308337877848199.post-3800734021909277274</id><published>2008-06-01T02:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T02:59:53.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>?!</title><content type='html'>Yo. Nope, I'm not feeling emo. Just that all my friends aren't online. :( Except for Viv, that is. Still bored. Wondering if I should post on Fanfiction. So long never go. Nevermind, I'll start a blog hunt. Life's uneventful for now.&lt;br /&gt;Did two English papers, tried to annotate but ended up writing question marks everywhere. I guess that's fine... But I think I screwed up Compre... well, Mrs Ow's forgiving, ain't she? Well I tried. Then I did the Science paper, which is rather hard... in my opinion, but even SQ doesn't know how to do some...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lurves&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love you...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;God&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ice cream&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;my good night pillow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;val&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sq&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;my twin bros&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;kai ying's trombone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;kai ying herself&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;yen ling&lt;br /&gt;vivian&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;my mouse&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;my lost nike &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;my lost thumbdrive&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;my laptop&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;band&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;6G&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU, my best friends SQ and Val! &lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU, my great friends YL and VIV!&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU, all my non-living lurves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and lastly, love you too, God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The youth paused in her tracks, looking at the portal in front of her.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She bit her lip, staring blankly into the wall of blue light.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then one foot went through and vanished. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;With one final look back at her hometown, she disappeared into the portal.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And she was gone forever.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Lurve,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Celande/SR&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7355308337877848199-3800734021909277274?l=the-floweroflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-floweroflove.blogspot.com/feeds/3800734021909277274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7355308337877848199&amp;postID=3800734021909277274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7355308337877848199/posts/default/3800734021909277274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7355308337877848199/posts/default/3800734021909277274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-floweroflove.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post.html' title='?!'/><author><name>Juniore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13936008562377838943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7355308337877848199.post-6669029501601813554</id><published>2008-05-31T03:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T04:02:45.808-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi, little cherries.&lt;br /&gt;Hell week's over! Hooray! We get to go to a barbecue! Hooray!&lt;br /&gt;I'm so happy! Hooray!&lt;br /&gt;But only for a while. My typing regains to normal.... I'm rather mad now, because I've been studying since morning, when I came back from Cold Storage.&lt;br /&gt;A summary of the Hell Week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt;: Went for Math Intensive and Supp. 8-12. Almost couldn't wake up. Reached school rather late, but was okay. Skipped band to go for NJC Admission Test, where I met Rebec, Val, SQ and HT. With their parents. Except for HT, that is. Did alright, I guess. Probably flunked the Abstract Reasoning, but... nevermind, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Tuesday&lt;/span&gt;: Still felt unwakable. Went for Math Intensive and Supp again. Reached school frickin' early. Went out with SQ and Val to eat McDonalds. Ate the Chicken Sandwich. Which I would proceed to eat for the next three days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Wednesday&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;: Math Intensive. Supp. No band. Went home and slept. Then studied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt;: Chinese Supp. Found out I was transferred to Xie lao shi's class. Overjoyed? Nah. I proceeded to have the most boring lesson in my life. No, I didn't find it especially boring, but I nearly fell asleep. Went out for McDonalds again. Chicken Sandwich Set again. $2 only, you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt;: Hip! School Concert! Studied in the morning, called SQ to chat for awhile, then chionged out of the house to school at 10 30. Reached nearly late. Mr Daryl/Darryl Wee asked us to bring the timpani down the stairs then we all carried it down. :) Then when everything was in the lorry we took attendance, went up the bus. Then we transferred to another bus. Sat with... Valynn. Listened to Zen. Reached NY rather quickly and saw some NYCB people there. They were giggling their heads off. Percussion sat in the Siew May Auditorium while the rest of the band went to practise. Go Drummers! I stoned for awhile then played the Laughing Game with... Man Hon, Zhen Yi and Zhang Chen (the cute one). The whole band went into the waiting room and got a muffin. Ate it. Cai Bin spilled everything. Mrs Ow yelled at him. Then he had to eat with the rubbish box on his lap.&lt;br /&gt;Then Percussion stayed in the room while the rest of the band practised. (I told you, percussion rawks, alright?) We went to change into our uniforms... some of the boys just stripped their tops in the room. Then Cai Bin peed in the toilet. Purposely, I think.&lt;br /&gt;SKIP&lt;br /&gt;Then we performed. Tah-dah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta-ta for now. I'm sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"No. No! She would never go."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;She's gone. You'd better hurry, little pretty," sneered the old woman.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The young warrior threw down his helmet and ran off to the portal.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He had to get there in time. He had to catch her. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Lurve, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Celande/SR&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&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/7355308337877848199-6669029501601813554?l=the-floweroflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-floweroflove.blogspot.com/feeds/6669029501601813554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7355308337877848199&amp;postID=6669029501601813554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7355308337877848199/posts/default/6669029501601813554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7355308337877848199/posts/default/6669029501601813554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-floweroflove.blogspot.com/2008/05/hi-little-cherries.html' title=''/><author><name>Juniore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13936008562377838943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7355308337877848199.post-3936984004151795609</id><published>2008-05-28T03:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T04:21:12.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hi peeps</title><content type='html'>chionging this post.&lt;br /&gt;hey people! why no tag? i feel so lonely. arghh anyways i nid to chiong for dinner so i make this quick. today was uneventful, did e* and all and evrything. anyways i really like this song. ;D credit to rebec for telling me abt it. anywayz njc admission test rocked, not cos' of the sch or what (i mean, it was a TEST) but cos rebec was so blur diao me and joey kept laughing. before she ate she was like wobbling around and me and joey were staring at her. bt anyways reminder to get one dollar bk from joey. then later we met up with szeqi, val and ht who were in the library group. the gym was funky. i didn't noe gyms only had a basketball hoop and ropes. mabbe they removed the stuff or sth. abstract reasoning was hard, bt the rest were okay. i guess. math was easiest. im not confident of eng but shouldn't be flunked. anyway for these few days im going to be chionging for my studies. I WANT TO GET above 276 you noe! Ok I'm reverting to proper punctuation and spelling. Still proud to say that I still type faster than Sze Qi. I'm depriving myself of everything, so everything I was previously good at is like dipping. Like, writing? Typing? Reading? I read like some slow shit now. I'm only studying math 24/7. Not really the whole day. Maybe 10/7 is more... realistic. Yah. Anyway, back to NJC. Later Rebec and I went to the lecture theatre where we proceeded to chitchat - there was only a few people there. then later we talked abt songs then she sang so loudly that everyone on our side of the hall moved to the other side. lawl. okok gtg for dinner! later she went home and then i was the only one in the hall. creepy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no time to write. gtg.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7355308337877848199-3936984004151795609?l=the-floweroflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-floweroflove.blogspot.com/feeds/3936984004151795609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7355308337877848199&amp;postID=3936984004151795609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7355308337877848199/posts/default/3936984004151795609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7355308337877848199/posts/default/3936984004151795609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-floweroflove.blogspot.com/2008/05/hi-peeps.html' title='hi peeps'/><author><name>Juniore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13936008562377838943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7355308337877848199.post-3521944386115026407</id><published>2008-05-24T02:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T02:50:52.221-07:00</updated><title type='text'>searching and searchingg</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I'll  come back. I promise."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He looked into my eyes, his dark black irises boring into mine intensely. "Wait for me. I'll come back." And he kissed me once on the lips, then turned and disappeared into the mist. I stood there, engulfed in this suffocating shield, then turned away and walked back home, already waiting.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm looking for a new blogskin... a new cbox... yah, practically new everything. Neverminds lah. I'll end this post and continue my search.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Luvs,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Celande/SR&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7355308337877848199-3521944386115026407?l=the-floweroflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-floweroflove.blogspot.com/feeds/3521944386115026407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7355308337877848199&amp;postID=3521944386115026407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7355308337877848199/posts/default/3521944386115026407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7355308337877848199/posts/default/3521944386115026407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-floweroflove.blogspot.com/2008/05/searching-and-searchingg.html' title='searching and searchingg'/><author><name>Juniore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13936008562377838943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7355308337877848199.post-8403253047201288224</id><published>2008-05-23T23:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T00:01:30.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Juz too bad that I'm one of 'em.</title><content type='html'>Ahems. Errh, yah, its SR here.&lt;br /&gt;Apologising to all: Sorry I've changed my blog again. Couldn't... stick with the old one. I'm too flighty. *sobs*&lt;br /&gt;Okok. Reminder, buy present for RYP, please remind me. At least everyday.&lt;br /&gt;And, anyone that's bored, go watch this video. You might think I'm nuts - but hey, I didn't reccomend it, ok? Just boredom. But I do like the video. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=43n4XTGc0fU"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=43n4XTGc0fU&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mwahaha. I advise you not to touch that link. Its not bugged or whatever, but still. Mwahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm slightly nuts today because I woke up to see this massive pile of worksheets on my desk and I was all 'what the ?' and I started working on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I proceeded to freaking out because I didn't know how to do most of them. Especially the math. Which reminds me. I have to go finish the danged E* thing. Anyway, Friday was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band rocked as usual, but the funnest thing was:&lt;br /&gt;- YJ, me, Jim and EP were in control room laughing at some sick stuff. Again, remind me to make them not tell about what I told them. And I am so terrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- After lunch. SQ, Val, me and HY went to buy ice-cream. I conviniently forgot I was 'diabetic' and went along with it anyways. Ate it, spilled it all over me and got chocalety. Nvm. It was worth it. SQ went for choir, and HY, Val and I went to watch the football match.&lt;br /&gt;Which sucked. Kai Yan (male ._.) walked around being an asshole, and sat on the table/bench we were working on.  GEP (which named themselves The Nerds) wore red uniforms, and Val was all 'diaoo'. Argh. Yah. And OUR TEAM, the 6G TEAM, couldn't even score until the penalties came. But then again, that 6G team which played was the &lt;em&gt;lousier &lt;/em&gt;6G team. So nevermind. They included YJ, Kevin Ng (i think?), yah, that team.&lt;br /&gt;My erzi was rather lousy, but then again, i love him anyways. ;D okok. Nid to go soon. Quickly finishing up last sentence! BP scored a goal - gosh, is he better than the rest - and the GEP scored one goal, the match ended in a draw. Then Ker Zhenyi appeared outta nowhere and told us we had to chiong for band. going off. bb&lt;br /&gt;sr/celande&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7355308337877848199-8403253047201288224?l=the-floweroflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-floweroflove.blogspot.com/feeds/8403253047201288224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7355308337877848199&amp;postID=8403253047201288224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7355308337877848199/posts/default/8403253047201288224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7355308337877848199/posts/default/8403253047201288224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-floweroflove.blogspot.com/2008/05/juz-too-bad-that-im-one-of-em.html' title='Juz too bad that I&apos;m one of &apos;em.'/><author><name>Juniore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13936008562377838943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
