<?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-8952962617280587097</id><updated>2011-07-31T02:49:34.962-07:00</updated><category term='Nora Kensington'/><title type='text'>Eleven To Armageddon.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>207</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952962617280587097.post-2316028157651222087</id><published>2009-06-25T22:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T22:52:21.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye To You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.oneplusyou.com/bb/blog_rating"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" alt="OnePlusYou Quizzes and Widgets" src="http://www.oneplusyou.com/q/img/bb_badges/rated_g.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Created by OnePlusYou - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.oneplusyou.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Free Online Dating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Again I get a G rating :D I must've been a &lt;em&gt;really &lt;/em&gt;good girl these past two blogs! I'll really miss Eleven To Armageddon, it's taken me through ups and downs of all sorts, plus, if I'm not wrong, it was in this blog period that The Art Collaboration, vaguely- and Muze were created. So this is a milestone blog! *sob*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Please relink me: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cachememories.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;www.cachememories.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952962617280587097-2316028157651222087?l=eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/feeds/2316028157651222087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/06/goodbye-to-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/2316028157651222087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/2316028157651222087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/06/goodbye-to-you.html' title='Goodbye To You'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952962617280587097.post-5299962047820003025</id><published>2009-06-25T06:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T06:40:30.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All I Want For Christmas Are...</title><content type='html'>You guys had better check Muze out, okay. I don't want to have slaved away for nothing. I just spent like one hour doing our Top 10 list and I'm dying to read my waytoointoerik fanfict, which I've missed for far too long.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952962617280587097-5299962047820003025?l=eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/feeds/5299962047820003025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/06/all-i-want-for-christmas-are.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/5299962047820003025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/5299962047820003025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/06/all-i-want-for-christmas-are.html' title='All I Want For Christmas Are...'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952962617280587097.post-344634423352519565</id><published>2009-06-25T04:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T04:54:21.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Leavin'</title><content type='html'>-hold on while I cool off from something-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If my mother doesn't come and ask me to redo those calendars I did for my dad, I'm going to update Muze again, this time with &lt;em&gt;All I want for Christmas... &lt;/em&gt;and maybe a &lt;em&gt;Celeb Street Style&lt;/em&gt;. I could do this my whole life if only I got paid to write on Muze.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952962617280587097-344634423352519565?l=eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/feeds/344634423352519565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/06/leavin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/344634423352519565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/344634423352519565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/06/leavin.html' title='Leavin&apos;'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952962617280587097.post-514023133967468358</id><published>2009-06-25T03:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T03:37:59.479-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trying To Be Like Increasingly On Blogskins.com But FAILING</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SkNTMPThBlI/AAAAAAAADU0/v6oKNXzEYvY/s1600-h/collage.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351212251978204754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SkNTMPThBlI/AAAAAAAADU0/v6oKNXzEYvY/s320/collage.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SkNTLsi6BPI/AAAAAAAADUs/iP0nq04IUQ4/s1600-h/fearless.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351212242647516402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SkNTLsi6BPI/AAAAAAAADUs/iP0nq04IUQ4/s320/fearless.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;you go &lt;a href="http://gossipgirlfan.org/gallery/thumbnails.php?album=235"&gt;http://gossipgirlfan.org/gallery/thumbnails.php?album=235&lt;/a&gt; for 'Fearless' source, &lt;a href="http://swimchick.net/free-resources/textures"&gt;http://swimchick.net/free-resources/textures&lt;/a&gt; for textures used and &lt;a href="http://blivelyfan.net/gallery/thumbnails.php?album=146"&gt;http://blivelyfan.net/gallery/thumbnails.php?album=146&lt;/a&gt; for Blake Lively source.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DAN + SERENA FTW :D :D :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love Penn Badgeley and &lt;em&gt;so do you&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PLEASE CHECK OUT MUZE! it's updated! :D hahaheeheehahaho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.muze.co.nr/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;www.muze.co.nr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&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/8952962617280587097-514023133967468358?l=eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/feeds/514023133967468358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/06/trying-to-be-like-increasingly-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/514023133967468358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/514023133967468358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/06/trying-to-be-like-increasingly-on.html' title='Trying To Be Like Increasingly On Blogskins.com But FAILING'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SkNTMPThBlI/AAAAAAAADU0/v6oKNXzEYvY/s72-c/collage.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952962617280587097.post-2511897004507462637</id><published>2009-06-25T02:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T02:16:31.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Second It Was Perfect And Now You're Halfway Out The Door</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;you don't have to call anymore, I won't pick up the phone.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just updated Muze again, this time with a &lt;strong&gt;Red Carpet Lookalike &lt;/strong&gt;on our fave singer/celeb, &lt;em&gt;Taylor Swift&lt;/em&gt;!!!! found really gorgeous heels at Serendipity Soul, except they're vertiginous (oh dear, Eugene's use of adjectives has rubbed off on me miraculously) and also, &lt;em&gt;expensive&lt;/em&gt;. [the two heels I used for the post were 39 dollars and 45 (I think) respectively.] but gorgeous all the same, so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kind of wish I could buy the eyelet dress I featured in the post. it's on sale on The Wildflower blogshop, from 59 to 15 dollars!! comes in white and black but white looks nicer, obviously :D also wish I could go back to cotton on/uniqlo/coax/alano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should make a blogskin, I haven't done one for daayyyys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[/edit] &lt;/strong&gt;6 more posts and this blog is kaput! I need a blog name!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952962617280587097-2511897004507462637?l=eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/feeds/2511897004507462637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/06/one-second-it-was-perfect-and-now-youre.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/2511897004507462637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/2511897004507462637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/06/one-second-it-was-perfect-and-now-youre.html' title='One Second It Was Perfect And Now You&apos;re Halfway Out The Door'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952962617280587097.post-2523604196362039337</id><published>2009-06-25T01:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T01:03:59.682-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Clustr Map! My Clustr Map!</title><content type='html'>{-- LOOK! IT HAS CHICKEN POX!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU TO EVERYONE WHO VISITED! I MADE 400!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Well, most visits were probably me, checking on the html or tags. But.... let's overlook that, shall we?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have visitors from places like Peru and the Russian Federation! I have a really important message!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;If you are someone I don't know, PLEASE, PLEASE, leave a tag! I'd really like to know who visits my blog and what they think of it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while you're at it maybe you could drop by Muze as well...? or is that pushing it ._.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952962617280587097-2523604196362039337?l=eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/feeds/2523604196362039337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-clustr-map-my-clustr-map.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/2523604196362039337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/2523604196362039337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-clustr-map-my-clustr-map.html' title='My Clustr Map! My Clustr Map!'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952962617280587097.post-4534379183826942881</id><published>2009-06-25T00:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T01:01:19.631-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meltdown, It's Not A Crush</title><content type='html'>It's so baking hot outside, I swore I would get a sunburn if I put so much as my little toe in the sun when I sat at the bus stop today waiting for 38 or 12 to get back home. Thank goodness it was shaded!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The batch outing today was kind of sad, especially considering it was my first (and probably last, judging by how today's went). I arrived first and hung around the MRT station for a while before Leen came, and she told me she was waiting for CY too. Then Yong turned up but moped around and didn't say anything to us. CY came unexpectedly earlier, followed by Jeremy, I think, and then Sarah. Then slowly guys started to trickle in, like Darren (so tall, damn), JM (ditto- he used to be &lt;em&gt;my &lt;/em&gt;height!), Chia (no comment) aaand... um. Oh yes. Jlee, who arrived very very late, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-No other girls arrived (Nicki cancelled at the last minute *sob*) but JT turned up some time later. So we trudged around Tampines 1, not really doing anything and most of the time complaining that it was hot, 'cos us girls (fine. Sarah and I) wanted to take advantage of WHERE WE WERE and shop (what else are &lt;em&gt;shop&lt;/em&gt;ping malls for??) while the guys wanted to go arcade, bowling or to the park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The arcade it was, since we really had nothing else to do, and I &lt;em&gt;wasted &lt;/em&gt;(REALLY WASTED) 2 dollars on buying some card that would let me play games. 1.50 was siphoned off trying to cinch a cute stuffed giraffe (which I didn't get ultimately, of course), while the remaining 50 cents were passed to JM for whatever he wanted to do (I suspect he spent it on Dance Dance Revolution. who knew Yong was so good at dancing? I mean, really).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while CY and Leen had to go (Leen to.. home? and CY to cell) so Sarah and I went to the guys, got Jlee's number and happily trotted off to chomp our happy ways through our wallets, which were groaning, obviously, with &lt;del&gt;anticipation&lt;/del&gt;. First stop minibits, where Sarah bought some stuff for a friend, and then we went to San Bookshop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS THE DISAPPOINTING PART: they didn't let me resell the book I bought on Monday!!! It's a book on the vietnam war (american war to the vietnamese) and I bought it for my dad's birthday, but unfortunately when I gave it to him yesterday it turned out he'd already read &lt;em&gt;and &lt;/em&gt;bought it some time ago. however, at the san bookshop they informed me that it's only resellable if you're renting. they didn't state that on the receipt!! D: I could have had 9 bucks more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we happily went around. Isetan didn't really have anything and neither, obviously, did Mango (SO EX), but sarah introduced me to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;COTTON ON&lt;/span&gt; and this is where I'm really happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was eyeing a few things (Muze is so obviously going to be updated with Cotton On next), such as a really, &lt;em&gt;really &lt;/em&gt;soft denim pencil skirt (it was button-up! so cute!) for 10 bucks; a Gossip-Girl-esque striped skirt for 10 bucks too; blue-yellow-and-white plaid flats for 15, I think; &lt;em&gt;all &lt;/em&gt;their ballet flats for 15 too (they also sold 2 for 25, so initially sarah and i were planning to share) and their gladiators for -get this- 7.50.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It won't surprise, I guess, that I opted for the gladiators. I tried on the skirt, but since I'd thought that we'd go to Alano after that (we didn't) I thought I'd buy something less expensive. The gladiators came in black, dark brown and tobacco, so I bought the tobacco after MUCH DEBATE between the dark brown and tobacco. [Black is out of the question. It would match a lot more stuff but it's my humble opinion that black really cuts off feet. One thing I really was biting my lip about was that their black oh-so-soft ballet flats would've really matched the $18 sundress I bought outside Taka yesterday...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went around some more, irritated the Diva salesperson (in my opinion) by hanging around trying to decide what to buy (Yong initially wanted to buy something for Cayke, with his budget being something like $80- wow! but in the end he backed off, dumkop) and finally not buying anything, cos we wanted to eat first. Bought a nuggets meal at mcdonald's (big waste of money- didn't finish the fries nor the coke) and then went back to Diva at Sarah's behest. she bought a Pacman-like charm bracelet which was really adorable, and then we walked around- drooling at Dorothy Perkins as a slight distraction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrived at Chameleon, which was a welcome haven of relatively cheap prices after seeing so many ... well, expensive stuff. Like Dorothy Perkins. Bought a &lt;em&gt;really &lt;/em&gt;Gossip-Girl-like linenish bow pin (blue and white checks!) for 3.90, since their even-GG-ier satin bow hairbands were like 9 dollars a piece. (Somehow, I've been eyeing satin bows everywhere, hoping, maybe, to imitate GG style. I saw a beautiful grey version at Minibits which was way past my budget, and a black one at Diva, but obviously both were too ex.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our final destination (well, not really- we looked at a few toy shops afterwards but that was just so we wouldn't get depressed about not being able to buy Topshop) was Uniqlo. I am DETERMINED to bring Mum there; their bright blue hoodies are adorable, and they might be a bit on the ex side but they're sooo soft! Sarah and I were saying we could totally wear their kid's dresses. As tunics, of course. Also saw these gorgeous ruffled skirts, which could be worn high-waist, as shown on the mannequinn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY THAT'S IT. MUZE HAS GOT TO BE UPDATED.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952962617280587097-4534379183826942881?l=eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/feeds/4534379183826942881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/06/meltdown-its-not-crush.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/4534379183826942881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/4534379183826942881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/06/meltdown-its-not-crush.html' title='Meltdown, It&apos;s Not A Crush'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952962617280587097.post-7940771368762902308</id><published>2009-06-24T01:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T01:17:31.527-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm So Much Better Without You</title><content type='html'>I HAVE PASTEL BLUE NAILS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw Canmake's Colorful Nails collection in &lt;em&gt;Seventeen &lt;/em&gt;mag, so today when we were walking around Taka and whatever decided to go check out Watson's. Lo and behold they had it! So I bought the blue and turned out they had a discount. Heehee! My mother hates them but who cares, she hated my Sasa glittery-blue nails look too. [I loved them until I had to wipe them off. Glitter is SUPER HARD to wipe off, okay.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;don't waste your fictional tears on me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;just save them for someone in need&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's way too late, I'm closing the door&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love IT'S ALRIGHT, IT'S OK by ashley tisdale! at first I hated it but then now I'm thirsting for her non-HSM music again :D I miss HE SAID SHE SAID.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952962617280587097-7940771368762902308?l=eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/feeds/7940771368762902308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-so-much-better-without-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/7940771368762902308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/7940771368762902308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-so-much-better-without-you.html' title='I&apos;m So Much Better Without You'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952962617280587097.post-5823545822307455123</id><published>2009-06-23T03:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T03:30:53.787-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Muze.co.nr</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SkCuQVpVgBI/AAAAAAAADNo/x_XaRw2RIxo/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350467953027809298" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 80px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SkCuQVpVgBI/AAAAAAAADNo/x_XaRw2RIxo/s200/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SkCuQDpMN3I/AAAAAAAADNg/IOg6KwLiu5g/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350467948195362674" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 80px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SkCuQDpMN3I/AAAAAAAADNg/IOg6KwLiu5g/s200/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SkCuP2fGmKI/AAAAAAAADNY/T2Q4Gl3brbw/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350467944663390370" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 80px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SkCuP2fGmKI/AAAAAAAADNY/T2Q4Gl3brbw/s200/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SkCuPpnkarI/AAAAAAAADNQ/XgaMxa_7BxU/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350467941209238194" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 80px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SkCuPpnkarI/AAAAAAAADNQ/XgaMxa_7BxU/s200/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SkCuPVBxvjI/AAAAAAAADNI/hiEuijAGXls/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350467935682018866" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 80px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SkCuPVBxvjI/AAAAAAAADNI/hiEuijAGXls/s200/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's (almost) officially started! For one, the domain has been granted, so now, you can go to &lt;a href="http://www.muze.co.nr/"&gt;http://www.muze.co.nr/&lt;/a&gt; and graze happily :D&lt;br /&gt;I've made 5 banners to promote the site: not too happy about the black-and-white one (it was my first; after making a few more I realized how ugly it really was), but whatever. All pics are from fotodecadent. they have brill pictures, even if they allow nudity in some. [if you skip those then the pictures are awesome :D good quality too. for most.]&lt;br /&gt;click to enlarge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;for Salma Hayek's banner, I was highly tempted to put "Yes, honey, I'm unsure about him too," because her facial expression was so tempting, but decided that it didn't apply to Muze. Love the first Jessica Alba one though. "The word on everyone's lips."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952962617280587097-5823545822307455123?l=eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/feeds/5823545822307455123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/06/muzeconr.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/5823545822307455123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/5823545822307455123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/06/muzeconr.html' title='Muze.co.nr'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SkCuQVpVgBI/AAAAAAAADNo/x_XaRw2RIxo/s72-c/5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952962617280587097.post-2576768374336547919</id><published>2009-06-22T20:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T20:39:55.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Want Nobody, Nobody But You!</title><content type='html'>I suppose it's humiliating to display one's utter stupidity on a portal where &lt;em&gt;everybody &lt;/em&gt;can see and laugh at it, but I must confess: I only &lt;strong&gt;just &lt;/strong&gt;found out that the popular song which inspired this post's title (for my fellow sotongs: &lt;em&gt;Nobody &lt;/em&gt;by Wonder Girls) was sung by Asians and not, as I thought, by some ang-moh who decided to add Japanese and this retro remix-like beat to it to make it interesting. Oops?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am thinking of making several layouts for Muze and putting all their screenshots up here for you guys to vote. I &lt;em&gt;hate &lt;/em&gt;Muze's current one. It seemed like such a good idea at the time, but in practice it's horrendous. And freedomain still has yet to contact me!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952962617280587097-2576768374336547919?l=eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/feeds/2576768374336547919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-want-nobody-nobody-but-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/2576768374336547919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/2576768374336547919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-want-nobody-nobody-but-you.html' title='I Want Nobody, Nobody But You!'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952962617280587097.post-4039047757911044819</id><published>2009-06-22T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T08:03:18.639-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Present</title><content type='html'>Almost done with my &lt;em&gt;real &lt;/em&gt;present for Dad's birthday (bought him a book on the Vietnam war and a memo planner today, but that doesn't count): a calendar for 2010, done wholly on Adobe Photoshop with the help of a website I found that provides the actual table thing with all the dates and days and holidays. [So I just saved all the months.] I just finished August, and that's all for today. He's coming back from work tomorrow night so I think I should be able to finish by then.&lt;br /&gt;Here's a teaser:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350167022476594882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sj-cj3-6DsI/AAAAAAAADNA/GmNzz5VmnW0/s320/JANUARY.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would want to do the memes on Sher's blog but a quick surf on GFY and I've gotta go to bed. I ALWAYS break the rule "Don't use the computer 1 hour before bedtime."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952962617280587097-4039047757911044819?l=eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/feeds/4039047757911044819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/06/present.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/4039047757911044819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/4039047757911044819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/06/present.html' title='Present'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sj-cj3-6DsI/AAAAAAAADNA/GmNzz5VmnW0/s72-c/JANUARY.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952962617280587097.post-9181308914719890985</id><published>2009-06-22T06:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T06:41:40.711-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What You Do To Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;George Bernard Shaw once said, "There are two tragedies in life. One is not to﻿&lt;br /&gt;get your heart's desire. The other is to get it." &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw that on YouTube; off one of the comments on the &lt;em&gt;Hey There Delilah &lt;/em&gt;mv. "Definitely so true!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952962617280587097-9181308914719890985?l=eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/feeds/9181308914719890985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-you-do-to-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/9181308914719890985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/9181308914719890985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-you-do-to-me.html' title='What You Do To Me'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952962617280587097.post-793869810472722854</id><published>2009-06-22T06:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T06:39:25.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'd Wait For You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ff6600 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; BORDER-TOP: #ff6600 1px solid; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; BORDER-LEFT: #ff6600 1px solid; WIDTH: 310px; PADDING-TOP: 3px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px"&gt;&lt;object height="259" width="310"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9iraoHE6JlY&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="'http://www.youtube.com/v/9iraoHE6JlY&amp;rel=" type="'application/x-shockwave-flash'" wmode="'transparent'" width="'310'" height="'259'"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="180" width="300"&gt;&lt;embed src="'http://widget.lyricsmode.com/i/scroll2.swf?lid=" speed="4'" width="'318'" height="'181'" type="'application/x-shockwave-flash'/"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lyricsmode.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Lyrics&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/j/jason_mraz/" target="_blank"&gt;Jason Mraz lyrics&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/j/jason_mraz/lucky.html" target="_blank"&gt;Lucky lyrics&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Haven't watched the video up there (lyricsmode didn't let me copy their lyrics straight so I had to put their video here), but I think &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QfrZP32sIz0"&gt;this one&lt;/a&gt; is pretty good. There are no words for how &lt;em&gt;good &lt;/em&gt;Jason Mraz's and Colbie Caillat's voices sound together. When I first heard this I remarked to my brother how much this song sounded like something out of a Nokia commerical; you know, the kind of not-indie-and-yet-sounding-indie songs that you judge as cheesy and yet end up humming the whole whole whole day? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I could listen to this my whole life. Really, I could.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-Then again, maybe not...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I once thought that it would be really nice to be able to have this song apply to your life, but then I thought again and realized it's impossible for me because Ching Ying's a girl and I'm straighter than a ruler.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;:D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To satisfy Ching Ying, I am going to post about our outing to Tampines on Friday. [Yes, Tampines too, I'm very boring.] Nicolette was there too. I don't really remember where we went first- oh yes, Tampines 1! &lt;em&gt;That &lt;/em&gt;is where I fell in love, once again, with the shop Diva. It might be expensive but it's delicious, literally, and if you look hard enough you can find good deals, like the 8 colourful headbands -they stay! truly!- for $10 only. [Which makes them one dollar aaaand....  forty cents? each. My mental maths is horrible. Sorry to all those teachers like Mr Jeremy Ang who tried valiantly to improve it :(] {-- HAHA THAT LOOKS SO CUTE! :(] anyway.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then we ate JCO donuts. Which are very expensive ($1.30 each) but very tasteh! I ate tiramisu. Their labels are all very corny. "Tira I miss you!" or something like that. And whatever that banana or coconut one was, the one that made Ching Ying start SINGING! O: *coughetycough* haha, Ching Ying. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Theeeeen. we went to Ching Ying's scrapbooking shop which was very ex but very very nice [went back there with ZX and I promise, we spent like ONE HOUR there or something. eventually bought something for my dad, but not telling. AND THE MECHANICAL PENCILS I WANTED SO MUCH WERE $9+ :(] (there goes the cute smiley again). Then we walked around CS and TM where I ended up spending almost all my money.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-I DID spend two bucks at White Sands though! on a beautiful Iora necklace that was on sale! and I saw the perfectest dress at COAX, but it was 31 bucks. Oh well. And borrowed 2 bucks from CY to buy presents for my cousins from Comix Connections. (The keychains were 1 dollar each!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway. Had a lot of fun :D and took like, three pictures in all. wow. all outside White Sands lol. NICOLETTE CANNOT TAKE PICTUREEEES D: lol.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952962617280587097-793869810472722854?l=eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/feeds/793869810472722854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/06/id-wait-for-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/793869810472722854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/793869810472722854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/06/id-wait-for-you.html' title='I&apos;d Wait For You'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952962617280587097.post-6494777550880753396</id><published>2009-06-22T03:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T04:07:43.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I See You In Colours That Don't Even Exist</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://nymag.com/fashion/08/spring/44210"&gt;http://nymag.com/fashion/08/spring/44210&lt;/a&gt; I find this article amusing and yet scary at the same time. These people wear a &lt;em&gt;single colour &lt;/em&gt;every single day of their lives! It's like an OCD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[slight distraction: &lt;strong&gt;my grandfather gave me a 7 Eleven bear! it's soooo cute! it's white with brown-black eyes and wears a Christmas hat and a red 7 Eleven sweater. eep!&lt;/strong&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found &lt;a href="http://www.mystyle.com/mystyle/detail/index.jsp?contentId=2201&amp;amp;"&gt;this article on MyStyle&lt;/a&gt; eye-catching but less helpful than I expected. It's on how to look lean when you're short [and I need those tips!] but I found I knew mostly everything there anyway. Bootcut jeans, I love; monochromatic, I've heard of but never tried because my whole wardrobe is about colour; Calvin Klein is too ex for me; I know perfectly well that I cannot put a huge bow on my bodice or waistline (although... does that mean I have to steer clear of my beloved babydolls?) and that I should focus on one interesting accessory at a time (I don't really see how that helps but I knew already that you cannot go over the top with accessories).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this one time, though, that I really loved my accessory: it was my first student-led conference in ISB and I wore my white school shirt with black school capris, together with my delicious black suede flats that I really miss (the sole kind of fell out so I had to throw them away) and this awesome chunky beaded necklace that my mother's friend handmade and sold to her. It's all in shades of blue and has little elements of stuff like pink and crystal. I seldom wear it because everything in my wardrobe is so loud already but that necklace is just plain awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW I'M REALLY DYING TO START MUZE! why won't freedomain contact me already D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952962617280587097-6494777550880753396?l=eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/feeds/6494777550880753396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-see-you-in-colours-that-dont-even.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/6494777550880753396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/6494777550880753396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-see-you-in-colours-that-dont-even.html' title='I See You In Colours That Don&apos;t Even Exist'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952962617280587097.post-9084097856164661741</id><published>2009-06-22T03:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T03:53:54.391-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Want A Piece Of Me?</title><content type='html'>Am currently addicted to &lt;strong&gt;mystyle&lt;/strong&gt;.com. Am also dying to (a) GO BACK TO ISETAAAN! PLEEEEZEEEE! I HAVE TO BUY THAT KAFTAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I always end up killing myself with regret after a trip to the mall because there's &lt;em&gt;always &lt;/em&gt;something that I see, I like, I say "Maybe later", I end up not buying, I END UP REGRETTING. That kaftan was flowery, light, breezy, beautiful and CHEAP. GRAH! [on the bright side: If I &lt;em&gt;had &lt;/em&gt;bought it I probably wouldn't have had enough money for either the movie or dad's presents.] (b) update Muze. but I have to work on the layout first and the layout just isn't working for me so that's.... aggravating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with ZX today to Tampines. John the Carrot was supposed to come but cancelled at the last minute because of his practice. Hmph. ZX had practice too but managed to get away early. If he hadn't come I probably would've gone to TM anyway. AND BOUGHT THAT DELISH KAFTAN. DAMNETY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952962617280587097-9084097856164661741?l=eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/feeds/9084097856164661741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/06/you-want-piece-of-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/9084097856164661741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/9084097856164661741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/06/you-want-piece-of-me.html' title='You Want A Piece Of Me?'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952962617280587097.post-5679715628819606486</id><published>2009-06-22T03:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T03:25:12.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's A Small World After Aaaall!</title><content type='html'>I had never thought I'd believe that song, really. When my mum meets neighbours-from-ten-years-ago or professors-from-her-university or pops into her best friends at the mall or something, she always exclaims, "It's a small world!" but I'm always like, skeptical. Until recently, when I got embroiled in what I call the NYPS-HPPS-RI-HCI-RGS (I haven't decided on the name yet :D) Whirlwind. It turns out that Zhong Xuan knows Eugene who knows Ash (blackmail, ZX, BLACKMAIL) who knows Nicolette who might just know Eugene who also knows Rei who knows Zhong Xuan who probably knows A WHOLE HELL OF OTHER PEOPLE. Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And might this Ash be steamedbeetle? IF SHE IS THEN I AM GOING TO COLLAPSE. Seriously. 'Tis too small a world to be true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952962617280587097-5679715628819606486?l=eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/feeds/5679715628819606486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-small-world-after-aaaall.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/5679715628819606486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/5679715628819606486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-small-world-after-aaaall.html' title='It&apos;s A Small World After Aaaall!'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952962617280587097.post-7148282166114260822</id><published>2009-06-21T03:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T04:03:38.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cry</title><content type='html'>I am, again, &lt;em&gt;dying &lt;/em&gt;to watch The Notebook and A Walk To Remember.&lt;br /&gt;Watching The Notebook's trailer, I inevitably mixed up the Ryan in it (Ryan Gosling) with two other Ryans, Ryan Eggold and Ryan Reynolds. And I suddenly wondered, &lt;em&gt;hey, is it just me or do ALL THREE LOOK DISTURBINGLY ALIKE??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are their pictures. (from left to right: Ryan Gosling, Ryan Reynolds, Ryan Eggold and... oops! Ryan Hreljac :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sj4SL99zxJI/AAAAAAAADMw/-yGtSpimd7w/s1600-h/Ryan_Gosling.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349733404184396946" style="WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sj4SL99zxJI/AAAAAAAADMw/-yGtSpimd7w/s320/Ryan_Gosling.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sj4SLnKGl6I/AAAAAAAADMo/U3H2DOy8AQo/s1600-h/ryan+reynolds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349733398061946786" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sj4SLnKGl6I/AAAAAAAADMo/U3H2DOy8AQo/s320/ryan+reynolds.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sj4SLZ5I3AI/AAAAAAAADMg/1SIEtbmgOMg/s1600-h/Ryan-Eggold-c02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349733394501131266" style="WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sj4SLZ5I3AI/AAAAAAAADMg/1SIEtbmgOMg/s320/Ryan-Eggold-c02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sj4SMGRLf2I/AAAAAAAADM4/BwkXEARRfg0/s1600-h/ryan+hreljac.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349733406413127522" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sj4SMGRLf2I/AAAAAAAADM4/BwkXEARRfg0/s320/ryan+hreljac.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...okay, so they don't look SO alike. but there WAS a pic of Gosling with curly hair, where he looks extraordinarily like Hreljac.&lt;br /&gt;AND RYAN GOSLING WOULD BE MUCH CUTER IF HE REALIZED THAT HE CANNOT CANNOT EVER HAVE FACIAL HAIR!!!!!!!!!!!! D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952962617280587097-7148282166114260822?l=eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/feeds/7148282166114260822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/06/cry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/7148282166114260822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/7148282166114260822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/06/cry.html' title='Cry'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sj4SL99zxJI/AAAAAAAADMw/-yGtSpimd7w/s72-c/Ryan_Gosling.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952962617280587097.post-1050688899657365737</id><published>2009-06-21T00:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T00:54:08.369-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Muze by Grace</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://muze-by-grace.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://muze-by-grace.blogspot.com&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It's still pending hosting by freedomain.co.nr. If I get the site's confirmation, the site will be &lt;a href="http://www.muze.co.nr/"&gt;www.muze.co.nr&lt;/a&gt;. Doesn't it look so pretty and professional? :D&lt;br /&gt;The blogskin used on Muze doesn't look that good yet, still working on it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952962617280587097-1050688899657365737?l=eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/feeds/1050688899657365737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/06/muze-by-grace.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/1050688899657365737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/1050688899657365737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/06/muze-by-grace.html' title='Muze by Grace'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952962617280587097.post-4214989916753476059</id><published>2009-06-21T00:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T00:16:28.011-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Irritated</title><content type='html'>My present for my father is GOING NOWHERE because I have NO INSPIRATION and anything I create looks PERFECTLY UGLY. I am so demoralized. Seriously. You'd think that with all the blogskins I've made this would be an easy job but NO IT'S NOT. SERIOUSLY. I feel like giving up. Maybe I should make something else... like maybe a blog with pictures and poems? THAT would be easier. Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;That said, I would like to create a blog called My Online Wishlist, or something&lt;br /&gt;like that, where I take latest trends/pictures I see/celebrities or anything&lt;br /&gt;like that and blog about it. Also stuff that I want, hence the name. I'm&lt;br /&gt;thinking of asking Sher to hop on but she's not online at the moment so that&lt;br /&gt;will have to wait.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as for Nora Kensington, she's going nowhere either. I have NO IDEA how Meg Cabot does it. Her books look SO EASY to write. And I used to think, "Hmph! I could write those books in &lt;em&gt;one hour each&lt;/em&gt;!" And now I know better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952962617280587097-4214989916753476059?l=eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/feeds/4214989916753476059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/06/irritated.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/4214989916753476059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/4214989916753476059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/06/irritated.html' title='Irritated'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952962617280587097.post-1714489481413095666</id><published>2009-06-20T23:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T23:51:40.328-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Make Me Crazier, Crazier</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zcz00bbSRDw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zcz00bbSRDw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now &lt;/em&gt;I know why Tata likes this song so much.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952962617280587097-1714489481413095666?l=eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/feeds/1714489481413095666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/06/you-make-me-crazier-crazier.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/1714489481413095666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/1714489481413095666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/06/you-make-me-crazier-crazier.html' title='You Make Me Crazier, Crazier'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952962617280587097.post-1321949257086170577</id><published>2009-06-20T23:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T23:48:06.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Too Late</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/y8J6kW--nd8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/y8J6kW--nd8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I really love this video, how it's so raw and &lt;em&gt;real&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y8J6kW--nd8"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y8J6kW--nd8&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952962617280587097-1321949257086170577?l=eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/feeds/1321949257086170577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-too-late.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/1321949257086170577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/1321949257086170577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-too-late.html' title='It&apos;s Too Late'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952962617280587097.post-7212669792766950787</id><published>2009-06-20T22:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T22:12:36.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Remember When</title><content type='html'>Shu Ning's quest for a &lt;em&gt;simple &lt;/em&gt;site on the history and origins of Hinduism -and her subsequent random chat with me- reminded me of the time when we went to Panya. We sang &lt;em&gt;The Lion Sleeps Tonight &lt;/em&gt;around the campfire, with Christian, I think, playing the guitar, and all the guys were having fun with that pipe instrument thingum which all of us had never seen before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pooh, I'm getting all mushymushy again. I always get like that when I remember good times. And then I feel like writing a poem. And then I remember what Eva Mendes -or maybe it was Eva Longaria (??) Parker, I always get them mixed up- said in the &lt;em&gt;InStyle &lt;/em&gt;I just read, "I'm really good at writing bad poems." Same here, Eva-whoeveryouare, same here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I see them walking down the street, holding hands,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and I remember&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I see him buying flowers just because he felt like it,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and I remember&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I see her dancing because he makes her feel so loved,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and I remember&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I remember us walking down the street, holding hands,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and others saw us&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I remember you buying flowers just because you felt like it,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and others saw you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I remember dancing because you made me feel so loved,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and others saw me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But we aren't gonna hold hands any more, are we&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You aren't gonna buy flowers any more, are you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I'm not gonna dance any more, am I&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because all that's in the past&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You don't love me any more.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super bad poem. IGNORE ME. IGNORE IT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952962617280587097-7212669792766950787?l=eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/feeds/7212669792766950787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-remember-when.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/7212669792766950787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/7212669792766950787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-remember-when.html' title='I Remember When'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952962617280587097.post-3654581433535944207</id><published>2009-06-20T07:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T07:41:31.658-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Writer's Block</title><content type='html'>AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE A HUGE CASE OF WRITER'S BLOCK D: and writer's insecurity, if there is such a thing. I'm convinced that I'm incapable of writing anything which anyone would willingly buy. My books would be the kinds that would be on 90% discount, and this conversation would take place very often:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother: Buy this book lah, 90% discount leh!&lt;br /&gt;Kid: No, very boring! See!&lt;br /&gt;Mother: But it's five dollars only! You read lah! Scully very good leh then how?&lt;br /&gt;Kid: Very boring!&lt;br /&gt;Mother: I buy you read!&lt;br /&gt;Kid: No! No! No!&lt;br /&gt;Mother: *gives up*&lt;br /&gt;Book: x_____________x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Here's a list of my ambitions, in order of likeliness:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Journalist for a newspaper&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Journalist for a magazine&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Graphic designer for a magazine&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bestselling author&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;World-famous fashion designer&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;...that's not very prospective.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952962617280587097-3654581433535944207?l=eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/feeds/3654581433535944207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/06/writers-block.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/3654581433535944207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/3654581433535944207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/06/writers-block.html' title='Writer&apos;s Block'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952962617280587097.post-4981019615379445208</id><published>2009-06-20T06:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T06:20:01.398-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nora Kensington'/><title type='text'>Prologue</title><content type='html'>How does it feel like, to know you’d met the love of your life but turned him away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had always pondered that question, when I was young and naïve and knew nothing about love. In my teenage years I had thought that one would be foolish to turn love away, especially when true love is so rare and so special. But I was twenty when I found out how it felt like. I was twenty and he was reaching thirty –twenty-seven, to be exact. Not only was there a brilliant age gap- there was somebody else. Someone who’d been the love of &lt;em&gt;his&lt;/em&gt; life, and it was his life that mattered- not mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least that’s what I’d thought she was, I reflected, as I stopped the car along the road. I’d taken the car because I needed some time alone to think. I remembered the bus ride home, so many years ago. I had needed something crowded and noisy to distract me from my convoluted train of thoughts. An aeroplane’s hygiene and good service would have been welcome, but I was in a rush and no flight could have been available at such short notice. In any case, I welcomed the bus’s million passengers and their chatter with open arms. For half a day I was occupied with eavesdropping, bits of other people’s lives distracting me from mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How was my life then? It was a mess. I’d been expected to stay out in that remote eco-village “in the middle of nowhere”, as I’d called it, for six whole months, studying the villagers’ sustainable lifestyle for an article. Little had I known that I would come back two months early, with more of a Nicholas Sparks novel than an inspirational report to send to Reader’s Digest. And when I&lt;em&gt; did&lt;/em&gt; finish writing my report it lacked the good quality I promised. Even the editor, whom I had never met, knew something was up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was she who had told me to take a break from my career as a freelance journalist. It’s been almost five years and I still can’t think of anything to write. They say you should only write about the things you know, and what do I know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only know of tragedy- of a love that I had, that I &lt;em&gt;have&lt;/em&gt;, that I lost. This is my attempt to put that loss to paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so how? TAG PLEASE AND TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952962617280587097-4981019615379445208?l=eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/feeds/4981019615379445208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/06/prologue.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/4981019615379445208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/4981019615379445208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/06/prologue.html' title='Prologue'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952962617280587097.post-1186778527980803070</id><published>2009-06-20T05:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T06:04:31.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nora Kensington</title><content type='html'>16 more and this blog goes kaput.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am currently in a drowning conversation with ZXTHEGAY and JOHNTHECARROT. It's drowning because JOHNTHECARROT is too obsessed with Maple to ever reply our questions and therefore I highly doubt that we will even get to meet up on Monday. Seriously. IT'S ALL CARROT'S FAULT D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was really fun (: Went to Changi Airport T1 Staff Canteen for lunch with Uncle Andrew, got to eat my beloved kuaytiao for the first time in probably a year or more. Seriously. But since I woke up really late (11ish :X) I didn't eat much. Oh well. The kuaytiao was starchier than I remembered. Nicole had to leave early and the rest of the time we were just staring at the adults talking. ;_;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to SAFRA! WHICH WAS MUCH MORE FUN! met up with Uncle Seng Hok, Auntie Siew Hoon, Bernard and Elaine. Eugene was out with friends. right? anyway. bowling! which I am super bad at but at least I beat mum in the second game (which was my goal :D my second goal was to get more than 37 and I got 70+. so).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then played pool (WHY DO I KEEP CALLING IT POKER ._. erge keeps laughing at me. because I called it poker. and he was. well. laughing at me) with Bernard, Elaine and erge. and all of them are good. seriously. it was my first time playing AND I COULDNT HIT ANYTHING ): oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, finally settled with carrot and gaycow. DEADgaycow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will try to post prologue of my story in the next post. after editing. because right now it's really bad. and if you're wondering about the title it's because that's the title of my character. [yes, I am GUILTY of writing about angmohs because their names sound nicer. XD and also they can have stuff like blue eyes without having to get coloured contacts.]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952962617280587097-1186778527980803070?l=eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/feeds/1186778527980803070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/06/nora-kensington.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/1186778527980803070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/1186778527980803070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/06/nora-kensington.html' title='Nora Kensington'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952962617280587097.post-4973038347351778452</id><published>2009-06-19T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T04:40:33.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This-Was-A-Post-I-Wrote-When-Semi-Asleep</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;Go behind my back and call my friend/Boy you must've gone and bumped&lt;br /&gt;your head/'Cos you left her number on your phone!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-JoJo, 'Leave (Get&lt;br /&gt;Out)'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder what JoJo was doing checking her BF's cell phone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL that was from my April archives. You know, my posts used to be &lt;em&gt;this long&lt;/em&gt;? and semi-serious? After stumbling upon Eugene's blog (more later) I got that feeling, the one I call the Ryan Hreljac On Facebook feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the one where you start getting these "Ouch. I'm dumb." vibes, and the "I always thought I was pretty much a genius, but..." things. Damn. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUST READ THE DAMN GUY'S BLOG AND YOU'LL SEE WHY D: sorry Eugene, if you're seeing this and you're like, "damn guy. wow." but seriously. you write TOO WELL. and I have very little writing genes, contrary to what I might have thought sometime ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I might post some of my work here. If I deem it good enough. Because, you see, nowadays I'm starting to get cold feet about my plot. It doesnt seem... believeable. &lt;del&gt;Here it is:&lt;/del&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I X-ed the following part because it sounded really, really, REALLY stupid. Let's just say that for now, Nora Kensington is a twenty-something freelance journalist.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952962617280587097-4973038347351778452?l=eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/feeds/4973038347351778452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/06/this-was-post-i-wrote-when-semi-asleep.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/4973038347351778452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/4973038347351778452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/06/this-was-post-i-wrote-when-semi-asleep.html' title='This-Was-A-Post-I-Wrote-When-Semi-Asleep'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952962617280587097.post-975954764674167673</id><published>2009-06-19T07:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T07:46:11.519-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Well, They're Guys..."</title><content type='html'>I have learned the art of feminism from Sr. E. And my mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, not really &lt;em&gt;feminism&lt;/em&gt;. Just the art of believing that since we're girls, guys should do the gentlemanly work. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I came about this topic? Wanting to meet up with ZX and John on Monday but ZX lives in Thompson and John lives in Simei and I'm staying in Bedok. wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes you appreciate how small Singapore is. and yet it seems so big. WHY DONT WE ALL BUY JET PLANES D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952962617280587097-975954764674167673?l=eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/feeds/975954764674167673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/06/well-theyre-guys.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/975954764674167673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/975954764674167673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/06/well-theyre-guys.html' title='&quot;Well, They&apos;re Guys...&quot;'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952962617280587097.post-6608686362561561146</id><published>2009-06-18T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T07:50:20.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Soothe You</title><content type='html'>DONTCHA LOVE THIS SKIN :D YOU BET YOU DO :D&lt;br /&gt;though &lt;i&gt;toomunch&lt;/i&gt; fans will probably think I stole it.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, this girl has better things to do! better fish to fry!&lt;br /&gt;like sleep. I slept at &lt;strong&gt;midnight &lt;/strong&gt;yesterday and woke up at 9, which made even my mother very very very surprised indeed. and now I am feeling slightly. droopy. which is not a very good adj but you get my point. right? :D&lt;br /&gt;rate this skin, will you. it's not the same on BS.com. it's white bg and lyrics of &lt;em&gt;Miserable At Best&lt;/em&gt; there. but you *will* rate it 5 stars and fave it, @ &lt;a href="http://blogskins.com/info/277086"&gt;http://blogskins.com/info/277086&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;buhbye. going to update TAC then hit the hay. hit it very very hard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952962617280587097-6608686362561561146?l=eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/feeds/6608686362561561146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/06/soothe-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/6608686362561561146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/6608686362561561146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/06/soothe-you.html' title='Soothe You'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952962617280587097.post-8100713551636724455</id><published>2009-06-18T02:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T02:20:06.197-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ocala Is Calling</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mymilktoof.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.mymilktoof.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;EEP SO CUTE!!&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/8952962617280587097-8100713551636724455?l=eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/feeds/8100713551636724455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/06/ocala-is-calling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/8100713551636724455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/8100713551636724455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/06/ocala-is-calling.html' title='Ocala Is Calling'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952962617280587097.post-1148772874385531077</id><published>2009-06-18T02:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T02:14:00.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Without You I'd Be Miserable, At Best</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cb06Euo-gbs"&gt;Miserable At Best- Mayday Parade&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, this isn't the kind of music I have a habit of listening to, but I have to admit the lyrics are haunting me. I kind of like this song and I don't even like the singers!! [I mean, one of them sings like he has an overly -overtly?- exaggerated British accent. Listen to the part where he's like "sahcahnd guess" and "I know he's thaaare".]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so sad. Really. It's like, this guy (but really guy&lt;em&gt;s&lt;/em&gt;) who's los&lt;em&gt;ing &lt;/em&gt;his girl. And unlike other songs -this is what I like about it- it's not &lt;em&gt;before &lt;/em&gt;the relationship (e.g. Hey Stephen) and it's not &lt;em&gt;after &lt;/em&gt;(e.g. When There Was Me And You). So it's not crush-pining-for-you, and it's not emo-pining-for-you either. And this guy in the song, it's like, he's willing to let her go, but he's telling her that &lt;em&gt;without you I'd be miserable at best.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dammit, I think I'm on the onset of a blogskin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952962617280587097-1148772874385531077?l=eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/feeds/1148772874385531077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/06/without-you-id-be-miserable-at-best.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/1148772874385531077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/1148772874385531077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/06/without-you-id-be-miserable-at-best.html' title='Without You I&apos;d Be Miserable, At Best'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952962617280587097.post-7982979388987667590</id><published>2009-06-17T22:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T22:41:50.358-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Are You Now, My Angel?</title><content type='html'>Ouch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I just (totally unintentionally) slightly dissed an SHPS junior whom I didn't know about. But I don't think she's from GEP. In fact I know she's not from GEP. She's thirteen, which means she must've been in Ruthanne's batch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stumbled upon her because she totally did NOT read skin description and rated my skin 4 stars, saying, "good try. rate mine? [link]" which is the kind of thing that really makes me lose it. So I commented, I'm going to lose it, READ SKIN DESCRIPTION EVERYONE! when I posted it I found she'd deleted her comment so I deleted mine too. then I posted a note reminding everyone to &lt;em&gt;please please read skin description!!! &lt;/em&gt;then a few minutes later she posted back with no rating, same comment, saying the colours were too light to see. &lt;em&gt;now &lt;/em&gt;I know why maybe heroine was so damn mad at me when I said the headers couldn't be seen. I was too vague (lol, vaguely) and so's my little junior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so I went to her personal blog and fuddled around her links to see if she was really an SHPS junior of mine, and stumbled upon her friend's blog which clarified my guess. then I had the horror of scrolling down to read her post, which said something like, "we byebyed each other." which totally scares me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am being condescending, I know. but it's as scary as twit talk!! mrs. simon would &lt;em&gt;die&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;and I really need to change this skin. it's starting to get on my nerves with all its blue-ness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952962617280587097-7982979388987667590?l=eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/feeds/7982979388987667590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/06/where-are-you-now-my-angel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/7982979388987667590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/7982979388987667590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/06/where-are-you-now-my-angel.html' title='Where Are You Now, My Angel?'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952962617280587097.post-2292114267624037904</id><published>2009-06-17T22:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T22:25:55.794-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://blogskins.com/info/276932"&gt;http://blogskins.com/info/276932&lt;/a&gt; I'm afraid I come across as overly hyper on the blog info :X haha but I really really love the soundtrack!! and I really like how the skin's turned out. (@SHER: for a nonnavigational skin you have to admit it's not bad. from me. cos I &lt;em&gt;always &lt;/em&gt;do navigationals.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in fact I think I'm going to change it into a navigational one for this blog. what do you think? :D :D :D or you belong with me. I cannot decide ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952962617280587097-2292114267624037904?l=eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/feeds/2292114267624037904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/06/lies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/2292114267624037904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/2292114267624037904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/06/lies.html' title='Lies'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952962617280587097.post-7553556733581606849</id><published>2009-06-17T20:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T20:02:57.944-07:00</updated><title type='text'>35 To Go</title><content type='html'>Right now, here's my list of priorities for TAC:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Once &lt;/em&gt;icons&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Heidi Klum icons [she's so beautiful!]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Redo &lt;em&gt;The Lake House &lt;/em&gt;icons&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952962617280587097-7553556733581606849?l=eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/feeds/7553556733581606849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/06/35-to-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/7553556733581606849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/7553556733581606849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/06/35-to-go.html' title='35 To Go'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952962617280587097.post-8520519434715028686</id><published>2009-06-17T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T19:58:06.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moods That Take Me And Erase Me</title><content type='html'>I am &lt;strong&gt;in love &lt;/strong&gt;with the movie &lt;em&gt;Once&lt;/em&gt;'s soundtrack. I'm serious. You can listen to the first track, &lt;em&gt;Falling Slowly&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NSUMYjgDO3E"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. (Don't expect Kris Allen, though. His version is a little different, slightly rougher.) Other songs on the soundtrack are at Related Videos on the right. I'm really looking forward to listening to &lt;em&gt;Broken Hearted Hoover Sucker Guy&lt;/em&gt;, even if it &lt;em&gt;is &lt;/em&gt;only 54 seconds. I laughed my butt off when that song played on the movie!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made a 17 icons and 3 banners of &lt;em&gt;The Lake House &lt;/em&gt;yesterday at the airport, but they're all very bad (the icons) so I'm planning on remaking them. But now because of the soundtrack, &lt;em&gt;Once &lt;/em&gt;is taking priority :D I also got inspiration for blogskins! Eep!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952962617280587097-8520519434715028686?l=eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/feeds/8520519434715028686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/06/moods-that-take-me-and-erase-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/8520519434715028686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/8520519434715028686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/06/moods-that-take-me-and-erase-me.html' title='Moods That Take Me And Erase Me'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952962617280587097.post-5607882953477209704</id><published>2009-06-17T02:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T02:48:03.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shoot.</title><content type='html'>I just realized that all this time, I was working so diligently to work on my post titles. You know- every single post titles is Capitalized, Like This, but my 200th post just destroyed it all. Damn. I should go edit it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Man is still not budging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I posted this to tell all those people out there, those people whom I probably don't know but live in Spain or UK or Mexico or something and stumbled onto my blog- WILL YOU PEOPLE PLEASE TAG??? D: I would really like to have maybe some Jose person, or Ana, come and say, Hola! Como estas? Me gusta tu blog. Or however you say it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or even in like, Czech, or something, I don't mind :D I say Czech because the girl in &lt;em&gt;Once &lt;/em&gt;was Czech and I find her very cool :D ocean is... shoot I cant remember. ohsan? OTTSAN! yes, I think that was it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that man. is. NOT. drinking. his. damn. coffeee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952962617280587097-5607882953477209704?l=eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/feeds/5607882953477209704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/06/shoot.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/5607882953477209704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/5607882953477209704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/06/shoot.html' title='Shoot.'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952962617280587097.post-2785024406383655254</id><published>2009-06-17T02:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T02:45:21.467-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the big two-oh</title><content type='html'>200th post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am currently in the suvarnabhumi airport at coffee world or smth using their wireless. and i dont know why, but the minute my mum stepped out to go boot's, this big MAN comes and sits at MY table, puts his bag down, smiles briefly and orders a coffee. this is somewhat creeping me out. esp since MY MUM IS TAKING VERY LONG and this man kind of smells funny. and he like, stirs his coffee and does &lt;em&gt;nothing&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am kind of thinking of surrendering my wireless and going off someplace else, maybe to bug my mum to buy me Miss Dior Cherie perfume or something. last time we had a hell of a time going to perfumes and cosmetics and bumming all the salespeople off by trying every single perfume in existence :D I must say I dont really find any difference in the aromas, or whatever. but I do love YSL pink lipstick. I am somewhat into the whole Katy-Perry-lips look. somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the man is &lt;em&gt;not budging&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952962617280587097-2785024406383655254?l=eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/feeds/2785024406383655254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/06/big-two-oh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/2785024406383655254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/2785024406383655254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/06/big-two-oh.html' title='the big two-oh'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952962617280587097.post-93762452857589286</id><published>2009-06-16T05:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T05:33:52.331-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We've Still Got Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;all-new on my favourite movie list: &lt;strong&gt;once, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;the lake house&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am going to do banners/icons of both movies soon :D maybe now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;came back from &lt;strong&gt;kanchanaburi &lt;/strong&gt;yesterday at fourish :D slacked around, got a little upset, then went to Man U cafe where I found out that their french fries are very, VERY tasty :D &lt;em&gt;and &lt;/em&gt;their Old Trafford fish + chips were one of the first (first?) that I could actually &lt;em&gt;finish&lt;/em&gt;. (granted, I felt like a pregnant whale after that.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched aforementioned movies (1) in the rented van on the way to kanchanaburi [awesome big screen!] and (2) using my portable dvd player in the hotel, which was very basic, very cheap, very full-of-flies but very fantastic :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ate lotsa Lays (I LOVE THEIR MEXICAN BBQ FLAVOUR :D, and no, Mum, I have &lt;em&gt;not &lt;/em&gt;started to spell 'flavour' as 'flavor'... &lt;em&gt;yet&lt;/em&gt;) and played one game of Pictionary, where we lost &lt;em&gt;devastatingly &lt;/em&gt;to my parents. it was so unfair! D: oh well. I am a total sore loser when it comes to Pictionary, cos the chances of our parents winning are like, one in a &lt;em&gt;gazillion&lt;/em&gt;. so you see!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to &lt;strong&gt;hellfire pass &lt;/strong&gt;which was very tragic. and full of funny insects. &lt;em&gt;and &lt;/em&gt;also full of steep, steep steps that left my calves trembling even now. [it was worse then; at the hellfire pass I couldn't stand still and straight without my legs crumbling beneath me.] we also visited two waterfalls and discovered an awesome little stall which sold roti-prata-like pancakes with condensed milk, bananas and eggs. very awesome :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of the waterfalls we visited was &lt;strong&gt;erawan waterfall&lt;/strong&gt;, which, I think, the sixth graders visit. THE FISH SCARE ME. A LOT. they nibble. and their nibbles &lt;em&gt;tickle&lt;/em&gt;. I fell into my bad habit of screaming in a public place of nature. my mother was like, STOP SCREAMING! but I was totally petrified by those fish, okay. they were &lt;em&gt;this big &lt;/em&gt;and wouldn't leave the place we were at. pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to mbk today cos my brothers wanted to alter some jeans of theirs. my mum also made these pretty cool namecards -white with silver font. bought some pressies -not divulging &lt;em&gt;anything &lt;/em&gt;except the fact that I recently learned I cannot wrap anything that is not totally flat, square and boring- and can't wait to give them out in singapore :D wanting to meet up with chingying especially, and nicolette cos we havent met in ages. also the two people who introduced me to island creamery, you know who you are, yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gtg for dinner. I think one of my molars is shaky. it hurts like &lt;em&gt;craaazy&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952962617280587097-93762452857589286?l=eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/feeds/93762452857589286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/06/weve-still-got-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/93762452857589286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/93762452857589286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/06/weve-still-got-time.html' title='We&apos;ve Still Got Time'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952962617280587097.post-8911450476973793007</id><published>2009-06-15T04:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T04:37:05.929-07:00</updated><title type='text'>197</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www3.clustrmaps.com/counter/maps.php?url=http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com"&gt;http://www3.clustrmaps.com/counter/maps.php?url=http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Singapore (SG)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thailand (TH)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;United States (US)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Canada (CA)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;United Kingdom (GB)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mexico (MX)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Australia (AU)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...wow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952962617280587097-8911450476973793007?l=eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/feeds/8911450476973793007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/06/197.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/8911450476973793007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/8911450476973793007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/06/197.html' title='197'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952962617280587097.post-590474788768819448</id><published>2009-06-15T03:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T04:27:28.531-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;moving up ceremony day:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SjYvsk20acI/AAAAAAAAC5U/GLVEr9PO2VA/s1600-h/115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347514050403396034" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SjYvsk20acI/AAAAAAAAC5U/GLVEr9PO2VA/s200/115.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SjYvsBP915I/AAAAAAAAC5M/6i8ND5x_hIA/s1600-h/114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347514040845195154" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SjYvsBP915I/AAAAAAAAC5M/6i8ND5x_hIA/s200/114.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SjYvrxXUdYI/AAAAAAAAC5E/daTBCUeIKqw/s1600-h/113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347514036581070210" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SjYvrxXUdYI/AAAAAAAAC5E/daTBCUeIKqw/s200/113.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SjYvrjcpeYI/AAAAAAAAC48/PH0bvJaovYc/s1600-h/112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347514032845322626" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SjYvrjcpeYI/AAAAAAAAC48/PH0bvJaovYc/s200/112.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SjYvrSc9nhI/AAAAAAAAC40/xGRJAH3Xc-g/s1600-h/111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347514028283239954" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SjYvrSc9nhI/AAAAAAAAC40/xGRJAH3Xc-g/s200/111.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SjYuyyUfx4I/AAAAAAAAC4s/6lqfKHk0wFU/s1600-h/110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347513057585121154" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SjYuyyUfx4I/AAAAAAAAC4s/6lqfKHk0wFU/s200/110.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SjYuyscNbfI/AAAAAAAAC4k/vBWaLmAsPA4/s1600-h/109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347513056006860274" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SjYuyscNbfI/AAAAAAAAC4k/vBWaLmAsPA4/s200/109.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SjYuyVMNDTI/AAAAAAAAC4c/GTMtn-geYgA/s1600-h/108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347513049765711154" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SjYuyVMNDTI/AAAAAAAAC4c/GTMtn-geYgA/s200/108.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SjYuxzVnJVI/AAAAAAAAC4U/UAK-3wKtNuY/s1600-h/107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347513040678364498" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SjYuxzVnJVI/AAAAAAAAC4U/UAK-3wKtNuY/s200/107.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SjYuxvUu2MI/AAAAAAAAC4M/HoiWWYKZHDQ/s1600-h/104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347513039600933058" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SjYuxvUu2MI/AAAAAAAAC4M/HoiWWYKZHDQ/s200/104.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SjYtoIh2zJI/AAAAAAAAC4E/WuotOtm1mS0/s1600-h/106.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SjYtnT25ZaI/AAAAAAAAC3s/nsXSpef5Vgo/s1600-h/102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347511760917718434" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SjYtnT25ZaI/AAAAAAAAC3s/nsXSpef5Vgo/s200/102.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SjYtny5fBKI/AAAAAAAAC38/S0H0Ox0WBNg/s1600-h/105.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SjYtnpl1MjI/AAAAAAAAC30/t7BbW347K3Q/s1600-h/103.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SjYtmuDOz8I/AAAAAAAAC3k/zOzHV7NMBhI/s1600-h/101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347511750768906178" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SjYtmuDOz8I/AAAAAAAAC3k/zOzHV7NMBhI/s200/101.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;last day of school:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SjYsnypV2tI/AAAAAAAAC3c/swDIWzudzks/s1600-h/090.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SjYsnqUKd3I/AAAAAAAAC3U/ZqiwBE-QnFo/s1600-h/089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347510667434424178" style="WIDTH: 200px; 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HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SjYmT2O5ZLI/AAAAAAAACxU/J0qO0foeut0/s200/042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SjYmTmpdyOI/AAAAAAAACxM/XKQU0GC6cOQ/s1600-h/041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347503725782878434" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SjYmTmpdyOI/AAAAAAAACxM/XKQU0GC6cOQ/s200/041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SjYmTS94twI/AAAAAAAACxE/49p6rHV-cG0/s1600-h/040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347503720499820290" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SjYmTS94twI/AAAAAAAACxE/49p6rHV-cG0/s200/040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SjYmTapqFDI/AAAAAAAACw8/C2UBLHnST9M/s1600-h/039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347503722562458674" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SjYmTapqFDI/AAAAAAAACw8/C2UBLHnST9M/s200/039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SjYlTUedmcI/AAAAAAAACw0/kLc7YJvO0Zo/s1600-h/038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347502621393263042" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SjYlTUedmcI/AAAAAAAACw0/kLc7YJvO0Zo/s200/038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SjYlTKfUGBI/AAAAAAAACws/Z9reDJcUDNY/s1600-h/037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347502618712479762" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SjYlTKfUGBI/AAAAAAAACws/Z9reDJcUDNY/s200/037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SjYlS126oQI/AAAAAAAACwk/8YiDtEV5OAM/s1600-h/036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347502613174329602" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SjYlS126oQI/AAAAAAAACwk/8YiDtEV5OAM/s200/036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SjYlSlUXxhI/AAAAAAAACwc/Hb96XvDJB3c/s1600-h/035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347502608734471698" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SjYlSlUXxhI/AAAAAAAACwc/Hb96XvDJB3c/s200/035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SjYlSjeVE7I/AAAAAAAACwU/Ongzxqjc1wk/s1600-h/034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347502608239367090" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SjYlSjeVE7I/AAAAAAAACwU/Ongzxqjc1wk/s200/034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SjYkudquYGI/AAAAAAAACwM/ObudPjDc-bM/s1600-h/033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347501988205453410" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SjYkudquYGI/AAAAAAAACwM/ObudPjDc-bM/s200/033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SjYkuF81qAI/AAAAAAAACwE/qyu6fxGIC9A/s1600-h/032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347501981838977026" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SjYkuF81qAI/AAAAAAAACwE/qyu6fxGIC9A/s200/032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SjYkuNu6JkI/AAAAAAAACv8/aV6VJa4ZQOc/s1600-h/031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347501983928034882" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SjYkuNu6JkI/AAAAAAAACv8/aV6VJa4ZQOc/s200/031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SjYkt3sweFI/AAAAAAAACv0/vonzX3-xlbM/s1600-h/030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347501978013431890" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SjYkt3sweFI/AAAAAAAACv0/vonzX3-xlbM/s200/030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SjYktoq6T4I/AAAAAAAACvs/6CnrS6-MFt8/s1600-h/029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347501973979156354" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SjYktoq6T4I/AAAAAAAACvs/6CnrS6-MFt8/s200/029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dedicated to all those who've left us ): esp brianna and jacob :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952962617280587097-590474788768819448?l=eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/feeds/590474788768819448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/06/pictures.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/590474788768819448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/590474788768819448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/06/pictures.html' title='Pictures'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SjYvsk20acI/AAAAAAAAC5U/GLVEr9PO2VA/s72-c/115.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952962617280587097.post-5168909739670288918</id><published>2009-06-12T22:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T22:30:01.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Somewhere We Went Wrong</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SjM3rtV73aI/AAAAAAAACu8/WhW_1VZAs1A/s1600-h/101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346678406664412578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SjM3rtV73aI/AAAAAAAACu8/WhW_1VZAs1A/s320/101.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; five of us - nimanee who wasn't there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SjM3rZSgQ6I/AAAAAAAACu0/kXnyIvXkY8M/s1600-h/114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346678401281311650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SjM3rZSgQ6I/AAAAAAAACu0/kXnyIvXkY8M/s320/114.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; THREE SISTAHS :D lol mita's looking at tata's camera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SjM3rFIuVRI/AAAAAAAACus/a_ydASRr0rM/s1600-h/088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346678395871581458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SjM3rFIuVRI/AAAAAAAACus/a_ydASRr0rM/s320/088.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JACOB, PRETTIER EYES AND I! :D so sad Jacob's leaving. can you see my screwed writing on his sleeve?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SjM3rLXSdpI/AAAAAAAACuk/5uSmfif236A/s1600-h/075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346678397543282322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SjM3rLXSdpI/AAAAAAAACuk/5uSmfif236A/s320/075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EEP! at PE. haha. have another 2 pics like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SjM3q6w5v_I/AAAAAAAACuc/x7XEQ89RkQM/s1600-h/047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346678393087311858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SjM3q6w5v_I/AAAAAAAACuc/x7XEQ89RkQM/s320/047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay us! + phillip. who was in like, five pictures. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GTG. going to airport to fetch brother.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;btw, all pictures taken by &lt;em&gt;moi &lt;/em&gt;/ my mother, at moving up ceremony day/last day of school. copyrighted :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952962617280587097-5168909739670288918?l=eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/feeds/5168909739670288918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/06/somewhere-we-went-wrong.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/5168909739670288918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/5168909739670288918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/06/somewhere-we-went-wrong.html' title='Somewhere We Went Wrong'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SjM3rtV73aI/AAAAAAAACu8/WhW_1VZAs1A/s72-c/101.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952962617280587097.post-3394163792797944889</id><published>2009-06-12T20:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T21:01:54.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Additional Thought</title><content type='html'>After reading through my post I suddenly remembered something else. A long time ago I read a fantasy-romance kind of book: &lt;em&gt;The Prophecy of the Gems &lt;/em&gt;by Flavia Bujor, a then 14-y/o French girl whose book had been a great hit in her homeland. In it, one of the main characters (I think it was Amber), noted something along these lines: that a man who had once totally belonged to the Dark but had returned to the Light was stronger than a man who had been in the Light all along; because the first man had the strength and bravery to renounce his wrong ways and return to the right path. We all know how hard it is to admit that we are wrong; it is harder to apologise for our sins and do what is right instead, even if it is easier to do the wrong thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952962617280587097-3394163792797944889?l=eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/feeds/3394163792797944889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/06/additional-thought.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/3394163792797944889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/3394163792797944889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/06/additional-thought.html' title='Additional Thought'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952962617280587097.post-7148226927183446240</id><published>2009-06-12T20:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T20:57:52.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dying We Live</title><content type='html'>I reread &lt;em&gt;She Said Yes &lt;/em&gt;by Misty Bernall again today over breakfast. It made me remember &lt;em&gt;why &lt;/em&gt;this is one of my favourite books: it's truly inspirational, without being overly cheesy. It's not a mushy memoir or biography, or a teary letter from mother to daughter to inform the world what a martyr Cassie Bernall was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, Misty Bernall emphasized that while her daughter was, by definition, a 'martyr', those who knew her would know that Cassie wouldn't have accepted that title. To quote Misty, "before she was a martyr, Cassie was a teen." I think that quote's pretty awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;em&gt;To those who aren't aware, Cassie was a teenager just like you and me. She once dabbled in the occult and went through a difficult period with her family. She transferred schools twice; the first time to a Christian schoolstudent at Columbine High the year two students went on a killing rampage throughout the school. She happened to be in the library studying that day when the killers put the gun to her head and demanded to know if she believed in God. After a moment of hesitation she answered firmly, "Yes". According to a witness the killers asked her why she did, but did not give her a chance to respond before shooting her in the head.&lt;/em&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favourite chapters in this book is titled &lt;em&gt;Dying We Live&lt;/em&gt; and it's one of the most inspirational ones. It's about how Cassie committed not only her death, but her life, to God and how living for God is much, much harder than dying for Him, contrary to what we might believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Misty took it upon herself to find a quote for each chapter to begin with, and &lt;em&gt;Dying We Live &lt;/em&gt;begins with a very beautiful poem by Sadhu Sundar Singh. Here it goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;It is easy to die for Christ.&lt;br /&gt;It is hard to live for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dying takes only an hour or two,&lt;br /&gt;but to live for Christ&lt;br /&gt;means to die daily.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only during the few years of this life&lt;br /&gt;are we given the&lt;strong&gt; privilege&lt;/strong&gt; of serving&lt;br /&gt;each other and Christ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We shall have heaven forever,&lt;br /&gt;but only a short time for service here,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;and therefore&lt;br /&gt;we must not waste the opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's truly beautiful and encompasses the whole of the chapter, especially -not just &lt;em&gt;including&lt;/em&gt;- Cassie's faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the chapter Misty recognizes the many people who displayed bravery in the face of fear that day (April 20 1999, if I'm not wrong) but whose acts did not receive the international acclaim that Cassie's "Yes" did. The chapter also zooms in on the very message written in the poem above: that Cassie did not only say "Yes" on the last day of her life; she said "Yes" every single day of her life and that's what counts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave, a pastor [I think] at Cassie's church, said something really memorable at one of his first Sunday services after Cassie's death. It was,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;The world looks at Cassie's "yes" of April 20, but &lt;strong&gt;we need to look at the daily&lt;br /&gt;"yes" she said&lt;/strong&gt;, day after day, month after month, before giving that final&lt;br /&gt;answer.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book also has a foreword by a favourite author of mine, Madeleine L'Engle, which says,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Do you believe in God?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cassie could not have answered that question if she had not already asked&lt;br /&gt;it of herself many times and answered Yes many times&lt;/strong&gt;, and each time answered it&lt;br /&gt;affirmatively. The Yes came deeper and deeper from her heart and mind and soul,&lt;br /&gt;so deep that she could say Yes even though it endangered her life. And, in the&lt;br /&gt;end, cost her her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's heavy enough thinking material for one day, but if you ever do have a chance, I 200% recommend you to pick this book up: &lt;em&gt;She Said Yes&lt;/em&gt;, by Misty Bernall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952962617280587097-7148226927183446240?l=eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/feeds/7148226927183446240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/06/dying-we-live.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/7148226927183446240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/7148226927183446240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/06/dying-we-live.html' title='Dying We Live'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952962617280587097.post-7806516802041586791</id><published>2009-06-12T20:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T20:40:33.391-07:00</updated><title type='text'>'Cos I Know How I Feel About You Now</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ff6600 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; BORDER-TOP: #ff6600 1px solid; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; BORDER-LEFT: #ff6600 1px solid; WIDTH: 310px; PADDING-TOP: 3px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px"&gt;&lt;object height="259" width="310"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QPPgHlh1PVI&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="'http://www.youtube.com/v/QPPgHlh1PVI&amp;rel=" type="'application/x-shockwave-flash'" wmode="'transparent'" width="'310'" height="'259'"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="180" width="300"&gt;&lt;embed src="'http://widget.lyricsmode.com/i/scroll2.swf?lid=" speed="4'" width="'318'" height="'181'" type="'application/x-shockwave-flash'/"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks &lt;a href="http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/s/sugababes/about_you_now.html"&gt;lyricsmode/Sugababes-About You Now&lt;/a&gt; for the video and lyrics. (I keep typing &lt;em&gt;About You Know&lt;/em&gt;!) It's really applicable to our lives now. I still can't believe we've actually graduated from Middle School. I still remember being a total loner and eating with different groups every single day - more often than not it would be with people whose language I didn't even understand, like the Koreans, whom I really must thank because they're very warm and kindhearted and they haven't forgotten me since I stopped eating at their table. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There were so many people leaving. It's only now, after it's all over, that I realize that I should have cherished all these people a lot more... After the summer it'll be even harder as we'll be all off to different schools and maybe even in different countries. I don't know how I'm going to keep in touch with all these people whom I didn't really know but now realize I really wanted to be friends with. Facebook is &lt;em&gt;not &lt;/em&gt;an option.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Upcoming: excerpt from one of my favourite (surprisingly non-romance) books of all time, &lt;em&gt;She Said Yes &lt;/em&gt;by Misty Bernall.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[something stinks.] &lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;[/edit] okay, so the video doesn't work. You could always click on the link, right??&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952962617280587097-7806516802041586791?l=eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/feeds/7806516802041586791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/06/thanks-lyricsmodesugababes-about-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/7806516802041586791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/7806516802041586791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/06/thanks-lyricsmodesugababes-about-you.html' title='&apos;Cos I Know How I Feel About You Now'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952962617280587097.post-2518592795794250555</id><published>2009-06-09T05:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T05:44:29.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You'll See Me Waiting For You At The Corner Of Your Street</title><content type='html'>191st post! A few (okay, not &lt;em&gt;few&lt;/em&gt;, but relatively) more and I'm off a'chuggin' to a new blog :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously love this singer, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/bradintampa"&gt;Bradly Akeman&lt;/a&gt;. He sings with his guitar and he's really talented! Hooked on his covers of &lt;em&gt;Look What You've Done, Hey There Delilah &lt;/em&gt;and &lt;em&gt;The Man Who Can't Be Moved&lt;/em&gt;. I love how YouTube always is like a treasure chest hiding all these wonderful singers waiting to be discovered (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew, this blogskin took me &lt;em&gt;ages &lt;/em&gt;to do. I love the icon! Decided for once to use one that I didn't make or take from TAC. insanityroses is good but doesn't have enough icons ): or so it seems, maybe it's under archives and I didn't check. I wanted to insert a little bit of bright pink in the header to match the icon but it turned out screwed, so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will probably do another one tomorrow, or something. This one's not my best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Tomorrow's the last day of school! I can't believe I'm not excited about it. AND I've got tuition tomorrow. My mum and I had a brief argument about how I have tuition for the holidays. It's not fair. True, I get less Chinese than Singapore students, but unlike them I also have other school subjects to study for. For you guys in Singapore, Chinese &lt;em&gt;is &lt;/em&gt;one of my subjects, but for me it's not, so why should I have it in the holidays?? It's not fair!! My mum finally gave up with her signature I'm-not-&lt;em&gt;bothering&lt;/em&gt;-to-continue-this phrase, "We'll talk about it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phibble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to last day of school. IT'S SO CLOSE TO HIGH SCHOOL, I can't believe it! Sophie Kim, our student council prez, wore this AWESOME outfit to her speech (even if she &lt;em&gt;did &lt;/em&gt;pronounce us class of 2014 instead of 2013)- it was royal blue sleeveless on top attached to a high-waist black skirt, with black translucent tights and black heels. It's the kind of thing I &lt;em&gt;always &lt;/em&gt;want to wear but never have (the components) to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's alternate dress day as well so I'm going to wear one of my favourite dresses- a red eyelet babydoll from C.O.A.X. Since the sleeves are skinny and liable to slip off, I'm pairing it with a white gold-zipper vest that Auntie Mary gave to me second-hand (from her neighbour, who was moving... they gave me this whole PILE of clothes, some of which were AWESOME, but I only got to take the vest, I think, cos my parents have this &lt;em&gt;thing &lt;/em&gt;about second-hand germs or whatnot) and my awesome Aries (I think) gold multilayered (whateveryoucallit) necklace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to wear boots but they take me aeons to put on, so I'm just gonna wear my gold sandals (: which make my feet look fat but they're comfy and they match. so there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952962617280587097-2518592795794250555?l=eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/feeds/2518592795794250555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/06/youll-see-me-waiting-for-you-at-corner.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/2518592795794250555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/2518592795794250555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/06/youll-see-me-waiting-for-you-at-corner.html' title='You&apos;ll See Me Waiting For You At The Corner Of Your Street'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952962617280587097.post-7592883596806626835</id><published>2009-06-09T04:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T04:29:47.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Don't Really Want To Stay, No</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I really wish you'd stop bothering me and disappear off the face of the Earth, oh yes I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Panic! One camera battery's low and the other is okay but I'm scared it's gonna run out, and worse is, BOTH run on batteries and not charger. The only charger-run one is with my parents. Damnetydamn, I need one for tomorrow!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our &lt;em&gt;Moving Up Ceremony &lt;/em&gt;today! I am (almost) a Middle School graduate! How AWESOME is zat :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to the Nichada pool, which is really awesome!! It has two slides (hahaheehee I'm a little girl at heart :D) and two diving boards :D Problem is I got a terrible suntan. It's severely uneven. I'm ALL RED (like, &lt;em&gt;really &lt;/em&gt;red) at the shoulders, and yellow-pale where my tank top+swimsuit straps were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that went to the &lt;em&gt;super smelly toilet &lt;/em&gt;to briefly shower -the shower was HORRIBLE, there were only like two trickles of water which were on-off; what's more the cubicle STANK and the floor was a little dirty. Changed into blue sundress -the awesome one I bought at platinum- and sat in the steaming Sun listening to iPod for a short while before we all left. Waiting for Tata to upload pics on FB; her camera batt died just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lookbook.nu/look/161547-Shake"&gt;http://lookbook.nu/look/161547-Shake&lt;/a&gt; loving this look :D still waiting for parents' approval to join Lookbook. strangely enough, their concern wasn't the usual &lt;strong&gt;I don't want strangers looking you up on the Internet&lt;/strong&gt;, but instead, &lt;strong&gt;I don't want your self esteem to go down if people say bad things&lt;/strong&gt;. as I told them (and repeated to CY), &lt;em&gt;when people say bad things about me, I (generally) don't get upset (LOL typed 'upsad'), I just get REAALLLLY MAAAAAD.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and by mad, I mean, really, freaking, redface mad. I believe there's a chinese phrase for that if you look hard enough (: going to make a blogskin now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952962617280587097-7592883596806626835?l=eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/feeds/7592883596806626835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/06/you-dont-really-want-to-stay-no.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/7592883596806626835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/7592883596806626835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/06/you-dont-really-want-to-stay-no.html' title='You Don&apos;t Really Want To Stay, No'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952962617280587097.post-688057517239830845</id><published>2009-06-07T19:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T19:12:20.484-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How Do You Feel? Dead. No, Happy.</title><content type='html'>Few more minutes and I'm outta here! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just joined the group &lt;em&gt;Don't hate me because I'm Gifted &lt;/em&gt;on FB. It's so true. So many people look down on us and hate us all because we're from the GEP. We're not different, we're not more immature, we don't hate you. I honestly can't see why people can't accept that GEP is just a normal program thing, like MEP. Nobody ostracizes MEP people, do they?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952962617280587097-688057517239830845?l=eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/feeds/688057517239830845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/06/how-do-you-feel-dead-no-happy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/688057517239830845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/688057517239830845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/06/how-do-you-feel-dead-no-happy.html' title='How Do You Feel? Dead. No, Happy.'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952962617280587097.post-2584369566317235381</id><published>2009-06-07T18:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T19:03:58.652-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pin It On Your Shirt, Be Proud</title><content type='html'>"Oh. Right. Well, happy not-your-birthday then."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;em&gt;love &lt;/em&gt;Lookbook's creative members!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got this quote from there: "High heels are a male invention, designed to make it harder for women to run away."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love them anyway, right :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just completed &lt;em&gt;Pieces of Flair &lt;/em&gt;on FB. My top 5 are: shopping, reading, listening to music, drawing and being with friends. I'd have put fashion designing in place of drawing but they didn't have any pictures for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The badge icons on P.o.F. are sooo incredibly cute! I now feel like making badge icons for TAC. I think Photoshop should have a bevel option, or something. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish I could surf blogshops but it would probably take some time. The Internet here in school is &lt;em&gt;veryyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy &lt;/em&gt;laggy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;idk what I'm going to do now. Period ends in... &lt;strong&gt;11 &lt;/strong&gt;minutes, according to my Agenda and laptop clock. According to  my watch, it's &lt;strong&gt;13&lt;/strong&gt; minutes more. I'll take it as 12, then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952962617280587097-2584369566317235381?l=eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/feeds/2584369566317235381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/06/pin-it-on-your-shirt-be-proud.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/2584369566317235381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/2584369566317235381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/06/pin-it-on-your-shirt-be-proud.html' title='Pin It On Your Shirt, Be Proud'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952962617280587097.post-771526566315986511</id><published>2009-06-07T18:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T18:57:13.359-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jetsetter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SixuSLg1PjI/AAAAAAAACpE/JZnqRkak55Y/s1600-h/226930_mariu03web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344768116389133874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SixuSLg1PjI/AAAAAAAACpE/JZnqRkak55Y/s320/226930_mariu03web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I can't believe this. A nice, fresh Monday morning and so many things have already happened. (If you're wondering what I'm doing &lt;em&gt;blogging &lt;/em&gt;when by right I should be in a freezing computer lab working on happy digital yearbook pictures, read on.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;om&gt;&lt;li&gt;In the morning, while in the lift on the way down, I realized I forgot my glasses, but was too lazy to go get them because I was already running a little late (by my standards) for the school bus. Now when I go around people ask me if I got contacts.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;During Global Studies, while people were saying how absolutely lame the movie &lt;em&gt;Namesake &lt;/em&gt;is, I nearly cried during the scene where -spoiler!- &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the father dies of a heart attack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Now, it's Yearbook (Period 3) and I'm supposed to have happily trotted off to Starbucks with the rest but I decided to stay in the library like the nerd I proudly am :D and blog/FB/checkout&lt;em&gt;lookbook.nu&lt;/em&gt;(thus the picture at the left, I LOVE her shoes!). besides, I got&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A fever, a cough, a blocked nose and a sore throat over the weekend.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;em&gt;told&lt;/em&gt; you there was a lot.&lt;br /&gt;I'm seriously considering joining Lookbook.nu. It'll be fun, plus nobody's going to stalk you all because they like your pants or something. I think. The site doesn't show addresses, only countries.&lt;br /&gt;Am surrounded (in the library) by sixth graders who, at my left, are playing computer games and murmuring comments to each other, and, at my right, being generally annoying and first comparing how rich they were (e.g. "I &lt;em&gt;drive.&lt;/em&gt;" "Oh, I get driven by my driver!" "I take a &lt;em&gt;limo&lt;/em&gt;." "Liar.") and now, saying stuff like, "Defend!" 'cos they're playing computer games as well.&lt;br /&gt;How fun this Monday shalt be, Brutus. Et tu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952962617280587097-771526566315986511?l=eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/feeds/771526566315986511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/06/jetsetter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/771526566315986511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/771526566315986511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/06/jetsetter.html' title='Jetsetter'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SixuSLg1PjI/AAAAAAAACpE/JZnqRkak55Y/s72-c/226930_mariu03web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952962617280587097.post-6389784421262341049</id><published>2009-06-07T02:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T03:03:42.135-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Dear, Never Wear A Denim Vest With Jeans</title><content type='html'>Title inspired by some girl in ES [not divulging who she is] I saw on Friday [I think]. Denim vests -or jackets, for that matter- were &lt;em&gt;never &lt;/em&gt;made to be worn with other denim pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---YOUR BOY SIDE—-&lt;br /&gt;[x ] You love hoodies.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You love jeans.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Dogs are better than cats.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] It’s hilarious when people get hurt.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Shopping is torture&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Sad movies suck.&lt;br /&gt;[] You own a car racing game.&lt;br /&gt;[] You played with Hot Wheels cars as a kid.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] At some point in time you wanted to be a firefighter.&lt;br /&gt;[ x] You owned a DS, PS2, N64,or Sega. &lt;em&gt;(Well, my brothers and I shared.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;[x] You used to be obsessed with Power Rangers.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have watched sports on TV&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Gory movies are cool.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You go to your dad for advice.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You own like a trillion baseball caps.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You used to collect hockey cards.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Baggy sweats are cool to wear.&lt;br /&gt;[x] It’s kinda weird to have sleepovers with a bunch of people.&lt;br /&gt;[x ] Green, black, red, blue, or silver are one of your favorite colors.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You love to go crazy and not care what people think.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Sports are fun&lt;br /&gt;[x ] You talk with food in your mouth.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You sleep with your socks on at night.&lt;br /&gt;[] You have fished at least once&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;—-YOUR GIRL SIDE—-&lt;br /&gt;[x] You love to shop.&lt;br /&gt;[x ] You wear eyeliner&lt;br /&gt;[x] You wear the color pink.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You go to your mom to talk.&lt;br /&gt;[x ] You consider cheerleading a sport. (&lt;em&gt;Oops?&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;[x ] You hate wearing the color black. &lt;em&gt;(Not hate but I'd rather not wear it.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] You like going to the mall.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You like getting manicures and/or pedicures&lt;br /&gt;[x] You like wearing jewelry.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You cried watching The Notebook. &lt;em&gt;(I want to watch it!! I think I'm gonna cry during it tho. ;D)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[] Skirts are a big part of your wardrobe.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Shopping is one of your favorite hobbies.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You don’t like the movie Star Wars&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You are/were in gymnastics&lt;br /&gt;[x] It takes you around one hour to shower, get dressed, and make-up&lt;br /&gt;[x] You smile a lot more than you should.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have more than 10 pairs of shoes.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You care about what you look like.&lt;br /&gt;[x ] You like wearing dresses when you can.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You like wearing high heel shoes.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You used to play with dolls as little kid.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You like putting make-up on others.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You like being the star of everything.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Pink is one of your favorite colors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Appearance •&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] I am shorter than 5′5″. (&lt;em&gt;I think.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have many scars.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I tan/ burn easily.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I wish my hair was a different colour.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have friends who have never seen my natural hair colour.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have a tattoo.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I am self-conscious about my appearance.&lt;br /&gt;[x ] I’ve had/have braces.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I’ve been told I’m attractive by a complete stranger.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have more than two piercings.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have / had piercings in places besides my ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Embarrassment •&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] I’ve slipped out a “lol” in a spoken conversation.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Disney movies still make me cry.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I’ve snorted while laughing.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I’ve laughed so hard I’ve cried.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I’ve glued my hand to something.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I’ve laughed ’til some kind of beverage came out of my nose.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I’ve had my pants rip in public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Health •&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I’ve gotten stitches.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Broken a bone.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I’ve had my tonsils removed.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I’ve sat in a doctor’s office with a friend.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I’ve had my wisdom teeth removed.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I’ve had serious surgery.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I’ve had chicken pox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Traveling •&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I’ve driven / riden over 200 miles in one day. (&lt;em&gt;Not too sure about that.&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;[x] I’ve been on a plane.&lt;br /&gt;[ x] I’ve been to Canada.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I’ve been to Cuba.&lt;br /&gt;[x ] I’ve been to Niagara Falls.&lt;br /&gt;[ x] I’ve been to Ottawa.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I’ve gone to Sudbury.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I’ve been to the Caribbean.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I’ve been to Europe.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I’ve been to Florida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Experiences •&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I’ve gotten lost in my city.&lt;br /&gt;[] I’ve seen a shooting star.&lt;br /&gt;[] I’ve wished on a shooting star.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I’ve seen a meteor shower.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I’ve gone out in public in my pajamas. &lt;em&gt;(Considering I wear a T-shirt and shorts to bed...)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I’ve pushed all the buttons on an elevator.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I’ve kicked a guy where it hurts. &lt;em&gt;(I think.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I’ve been to a casino.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I’ve been skydiving.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I’ve gone skinny-dipping.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I’ve drank a whole gallon of milk in one hour.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I’ve crashed a car.&lt;br /&gt;[] I’ve been skiing.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I’ve been in a musical.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I’ve caught a snowflake or snow on my tongue.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I’ve seen the Northern Lights.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I’ve sat on a rooftop at night.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I’ve played a prank on someone.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I’ve ridden in a taxi.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I’ve seen the Rocky Horror Picture Show.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I’ve eaten Sushi.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I’ve been snowboarding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Relationships •&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] I’m single.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I’m in a relationship.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I’m engaged.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I’m married.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I miss someone right now.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I’ve gotten divorced.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I’ve told someone I loved them when I didn’t.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I’ve told someone I didn’t love them when I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Honesty / Crime •&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] I’ve done something I promised someone else I wouldn’t.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I’ve done something I promised myself I wouldn’t.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I’ve snuck out.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I’ve lied to my parents about where I am.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I’ve cheated while playing a game.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I’ve ran a red light. &lt;em&gt;(This sentence sounds grammatically wrong...)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I’ve witnessed a crime.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I’ve been in a fist fight.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I’ve been arrested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Death and Suicide •&lt;br /&gt;[x] I’m afraid of dying. &lt;em&gt;(Painfully, yes.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x ] I hate funerals. (&lt;em&gt;They're so sad!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] I’ve seen someone / something dying. (the ants everywhere that I've killed)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Someone close to me has attempted / committed suicide.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I’ve planned my own suicide before.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I’ve written a eulogy for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Materialism •&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I own over 5 rap CD’s.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have an unhealthy obsession with anime / manga.&lt;br /&gt;[ ]I own designer purses, costing over $100 a piece.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I own something from Pac Sun.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I collected comic books.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I own something from The Gap.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I own something I got on E-Bay.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I own something from Abercrombie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Random •&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I can sing well . &lt;em&gt;(I don't think so.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Stolen a tray from a fast food restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;[ x] I open up to others easily&lt;br /&gt;[x] I watch the news.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I don’t kill bugs&lt;br /&gt;[x] I sing in the shower.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I am a morning person.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I paid for my cell phone ring tone.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I am a sports fanatic.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I twirl my hair.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I care about grammar.&lt;br /&gt;[] I have “?”’s in my screen name.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I love spam.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I’ve copied more than 30 CD’s in a day.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I bake well.&lt;br /&gt;[x] My favourite colour is either white, yellow, pink, red, blue, black, purple, or orange.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I would wear pajamas to school.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I like Martha Stewart.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I know how to shoot a gun.&lt;br /&gt;[x ] I am guilty of tYpInG lIkE tHiS.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I laugh at my own jokes&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I eat fast food weekly.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I’ve not turned anything in and still got an A in a certain class.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I can’t sleep if there is a spider in the room.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I am really ticklish.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I like white chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I bite my nails.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I’m good at remembering faces.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I’m good at remembering names.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I’m good at remembering dates.&lt;br /&gt;[x] honestly have no idea what I want to do for the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;[x] All my answers were totally honest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay you! Leaving for sway-chick's house in 20+ minutes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952962617280587097-6389784421262341049?l=eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/feeds/6389784421262341049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-dear-never-wear-denim-vest-with.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/6389784421262341049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/6389784421262341049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-dear-never-wear-denim-vest-with.html' title='My Dear, Never Wear A Denim Vest With Jeans'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952962617280587097.post-3599933559033415008</id><published>2009-06-07T02:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T02:54:50.159-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love You So Much It Hurts</title><content type='html'>I can't believe what &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;tuesdaynight&lt;/span&gt; wrote in his/her blogskin info for &lt;em&gt;Tranquility&lt;/em&gt;. The skin is very pretty and exudes tranquility in itself. I faved it and then scrolled up to read the info, and &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;tuesdaynight&lt;/span&gt; wrote something along the lines of, "I'm not sure if I'm helping to raise the standards of bs here. Looks around... yawns."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just because your skins are awesome doesn't give you the right to look down on others, dear.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You remind me of &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;heroine&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952962617280587097-3599933559033415008?l=eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/feeds/3599933559033415008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/06/love-you-so-much-it-hurts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/3599933559033415008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/3599933559033415008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/06/love-you-so-much-it-hurts.html' title='Love You So Much It Hurts'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952962617280587097.post-261665837982005846</id><published>2009-06-07T02:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T02:37:29.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Should've Been in the Back of Your Mind</title><content type='html'>Just updated wishlist and decentralized my links. Looks nicer now. Decided against editing FMN for this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw this really pretty jumpsuit in Platinum. It was black and sleeveless with shorts and a gold zipper running up the front. (Strangest thing: when I'm &lt;em&gt;not &lt;/em&gt;randomly shopping, all the nicest stuff jumps out at me. Seriously.) I saw millions of jumpsuits, all on the one day when I'm focused and have to get only one thing. Oh dear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952962617280587097-261665837982005846?l=eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/feeds/261665837982005846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-shouldve-been-in-back-of-your-mind.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/261665837982005846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/261665837982005846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-shouldve-been-in-back-of-your-mind.html' title='I Should&apos;ve Been in the Back of Your Mind'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952962617280587097.post-7960810553001733433</id><published>2009-06-07T02:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T02:33:37.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Forget Me Not</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.blogskins.com/info/274012"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344516233132413106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 156px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SiuJMpQqkLI/AAAAAAAACo0/O5yJUMdIJbg/s320/forget+me+not+screenshot.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Click on the img to access the BS info. I've been &lt;em&gt;plagued &lt;/em&gt;by preview errors recently; this one has one too. But just try to ignore it and focus on the pretty screenshot :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;hearts;ttyl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952962617280587097-7960810553001733433?l=eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/feeds/7960810553001733433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/06/forget-me-not.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/7960810553001733433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/7960810553001733433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/06/forget-me-not.html' title='Forget Me Not'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SiuJMpQqkLI/AAAAAAAACo0/O5yJUMdIJbg/s72-c/forget+me+not+screenshot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952962617280587097.post-5325148302454657113</id><published>2009-06-07T01:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T02:05:21.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Got My Eyes On You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://lookbook.nu/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Click to visit a really cool site, Lookbook.nu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, joining is by invitation only, or I'd join IMMEDIATELY. Check it out!!!&lt;br /&gt;It's joining my top favourites GFY and RCFA &lt;em&gt;now&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By some miracle I managed to complete and post 50 icons of Emma Watson, who, in my opinion, is fabulously pretty.  Can't wait for the new HP movie to come out!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visited Platinum today for an hour [any longer and my mum would've muttered something darkly, like, 'You're supposed to be resting'] after the 9.45AM Mass at church. (Saw the Hearts Home girls at church today too! Didn't say hi, though.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought my dress for Moving Up. Thank goodness, I was really freaking out!! The shop keepers didn't let me try it on so it's a &lt;em&gt;leetle &lt;/em&gt;tight at the top, but other than that it's fine. It's creamish and made of a material my mum calls &lt;em&gt;polyester&lt;/em&gt;. Spaghetti straps, but that's covered by the shawl we bought at MBK last time. The front has a short bit of pleating, followed by a silkish sash thing. Overall it &lt;em&gt;does &lt;/em&gt;make me look a little frumpy, and there &lt;em&gt;were &lt;/em&gt;prettier dresses, but you know me. The only dresses I like are loud and made of silk and halter necks or something. AKA something (1) I wouldn't be allowed to wear at &lt;em&gt;home&lt;/em&gt;, let alone (2) to the Moving Up ceremony, which will be kind of formal, which is why I had to buy a dress. [My nicest already-owned dress SHOWED MY UNDERWEAR. Which is a little too blond-girl for me.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came home, finished watching &lt;em&gt;Sound of Music&lt;/em&gt;, (which is awesome), ate lunch, and came onto the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A stall at Platinum (I know, a &lt;em&gt;stall&lt;/em&gt;) gave me inspiration for a blogskin, so I'm going to work on it now. Toodles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952962617280587097-5325148302454657113?l=eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/feeds/5325148302454657113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/06/got-my-eyes-on-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/5325148302454657113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/5325148302454657113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/06/got-my-eyes-on-you.html' title='Got My Eyes On You'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952962617280587097.post-2393527688877658331</id><published>2009-06-06T04:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T04:29:07.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Iconage</title><content type='html'>WHY do I get 2 preview errors in one day??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, &lt;a href="http://www.blogskins.com/info/273674"&gt;http://www.blogskins.com/info/273674&lt;/a&gt; for the skin, &lt;a href="http://www.swifticonage-live.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.swifticonage-live.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; for the live preview. Taylor Swift icons, navigational.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952962617280587097-2393527688877658331?l=eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/feeds/2393527688877658331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/06/iconage.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/2393527688877658331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/2393527688877658331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/06/iconage.html' title='Iconage'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952962617280587097.post-3549927256582324467</id><published>2009-06-06T00:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T00:05:15.445-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jessica Biel!!</title><content type='html'>am pretty much dying to go to Platinum and buy the exact (or almost-exact) components of Jessica Biel's look on RCFA, because it is totally awesome (her outfit): silk slightly-pleated cami, high-waist skirt (which I have, but I want it in different colours and unpleated like hers O: haha), T-strap platform heels (I WANT!!!), huge bag (which I'm sure I have... somewhere) and A TOTALLY GORGEOUS CHUNKY NECKLACE IN METALLIC SILVER :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then again, RCFA always makes me want to go on a shopping spree.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952962617280587097-3549927256582324467?l=eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/feeds/3549927256582324467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/06/jessica-biel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/3549927256582324467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/3549927256582324467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/06/jessica-biel.html' title='Jessica Biel!!'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952962617280587097.post-860560630807436815</id><published>2009-06-05T23:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T23:13:55.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Make Your Dreams Come True</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.blogskins.com/info/273496"&gt;Click to view my latest blogskin, &lt;b&gt;vg/Navigational Kate&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. And since, unfortunately, there's been my first preview error in a century or so, &lt;a href="http://www.navigationalkate-live.blogspot.com"&gt;click to view its live preview&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952962617280587097-860560630807436815?l=eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/feeds/860560630807436815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/06/make-your-dreams-come-true.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/860560630807436815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/860560630807436815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/06/make-your-dreams-come-true.html' title='Make Your Dreams Come True'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952962617280587097.post-584609865145413303</id><published>2009-06-05T22:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T23:04:43.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Acrylicana</title><content type='html'>Just found this really cool website (owned by a DeviantArt member) which sells handmade acrylic stuff, inc. shirts, jewelry and notepads. Really cute! (Problem is, owner is based in US, which means that it'll be pretty expensive to purchase stuff.) &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=5033072"&gt;Click to visit.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, its website design gave me an idea for a blogskin! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952962617280587097-584609865145413303?l=eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/feeds/584609865145413303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/06/acryilana.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/584609865145413303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/584609865145413303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/06/acryilana.html' title='Acrylicana'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952962617280587097.post-5112810234288083127</id><published>2009-06-05T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T21:57:20.445-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend</title><content type='html'>I don't know what your problem is, but I'm not going to let you bring me down.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;The planned Panya trip to Chiang Mai is over. Only Mita and I are free in the time slot that Panya gave us, and besides, Nimanee is determined that there is "nothing fun in building houses". Whatevs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Already e-mailed them- we &lt;em&gt;may &lt;/em&gt;be able to go in Oct/Dec! Can't wait. A trip there for Week Without Walls would be awesome too, but Nimarta says that we're only allowed out-of-Asia trips in Grade 9 or something so we might as well take advantage of it. Would love to go to France!! Or Austria. I'm kind of dying to visit Austria after reading so many Eva Ibbotson books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'S THE WEEKEND! Except, weirdly, I don't feel so celebratory about my first (in a long time) weekend without ANY homework or projects or anything to do. Reasons?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;My throat hurts.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have a cough.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My nose is blocked.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My parents are going to be busy for pretty much the whole weekend.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Only trips out planned this weekend are (1) church and (2) sway-chick's house.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;That sounds &lt;em&gt;really &lt;/em&gt;fun.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[I wanted to visit Platinum/CHATUCHAK!! ): Oh well.]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mum is threatening to not wake me up for school Monday if I don't get well. Which, normally, is a good thing, but Monday's an important day. Firstly, during Yearbook, Ms Ulster's gonna take us out to STARBUCKS for a celebration thing, and secondly, we're having our second Moving Up Ceremony practice during 7/8 (I think). AND THIRDLY I THINK WE'RE GONNA GET OUR YEARBOOKS ON MONDAY :D can't wait!!!!! It's so awesome seeing something done on Photoshop or InDesign for &lt;em&gt;hours &lt;/em&gt;come alive on glossy paper :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Was previously feeling hardworking enough to take a pic of my drawing and line-art it, but now that I'm online I sort of remember how hard it seriously is to do line-art. I can't believe I used to work so hard at it. I'm going to wait until I can get a tablet with a stylus :D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952962617280587097-5112810234288083127?l=eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/feeds/5112810234288083127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/06/weekend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/5112810234288083127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/5112810234288083127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/06/weekend.html' title='Weekend'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952962617280587097.post-7576391955086064371</id><published>2009-06-02T04:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T04:09:25.952-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You're A Star To Me</title><content type='html'>Am going to do my third random celebrity quiz. [If you're wondering why I called them 'celebrity quiz'zes, it's because in magazines most of the time they give celebs a little quiz to fill out. LOL!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One thing to wear all your life. It is... &lt;/strong&gt;Sundresses. I'm &lt;em&gt;crazy &lt;/em&gt;about them right now.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lip gloss or lipstick? &lt;/strong&gt;Lip gloss.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Something nobody knows about you... &lt;/strong&gt;Half of me really really really wants to just lie in bed in an AC-ed room all day.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Currently feeling... &lt;/strong&gt;Somewhat happy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favourite style tip? &lt;/strong&gt;Keep the focus to one area only.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One place to shop all your life. It is... &lt;/strong&gt;PLATINUM, quite obviously.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One website to visit all your life. It is... &lt;/strong&gt;People. Or HMMA. Or RCFA. Or GFY. I AM INDECISIVE.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I save money at... &lt;/strong&gt;Platinum. LOL :D and Boot's, which is where I get most of my make-up and face stuff.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My never-fail outfit is... &lt;/strong&gt;Tank top, jeans, cardi.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Most embarrassing fashion faux pas? &lt;/strong&gt;This is difficult. I wore horrible clothes all the time when I was young (and still do, occasionally). How about the time when I kept wearing this Victorian striped top and suede skirt &lt;em&gt;with &lt;/em&gt;totally fake plastic beads? I liked the look but it was altogether too old for a P3 student.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;There. Am going to do icons! To Sher: I &lt;em&gt;hate &lt;/em&gt;Camilla Belle.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952962617280587097-7576391955086064371?l=eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/feeds/7576391955086064371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/06/youre-star-to-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/7576391955086064371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/7576391955086064371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/06/youre-star-to-me.html' title='You&apos;re A Star To Me'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952962617280587097.post-7688733916139593519</id><published>2009-06-02T04:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T04:01:36.092-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Thought I Lost You</title><content type='html'>Love this song! Source: &lt;a href="http://www.lyricsmania.com/lyrics/miley_cyrus_and_john_travolta_lyrics_51508/other_lyrics_91467/i_thought_i_lost_you_lyrics_888656.html"&gt;LYRICSMANIA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MILEY&lt;br /&gt;Nobody listens to me&lt;br /&gt;Don't hear a single thing I've said&lt;br /&gt;Say anything to soothe me&lt;br /&gt;Anything to get you from my head&lt;br /&gt;Don't know how I really feel&lt;br /&gt;The faith it takes to make like I don't care&lt;br /&gt;Don't know how much it hurts&lt;br /&gt;To turn around like you were never there&lt;br /&gt;Like somehow you could be replaced&lt;br /&gt;And I could walk away from the promises we made&lt;br /&gt;And swore we'd never break&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MILEY AND TRAVOLTA CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;I thought I lost you (when you ran away to try to find me)&lt;br /&gt;I thought I'd never see your sweet face again&lt;br /&gt;I turned around and you were gone and on and on the days went&lt;br /&gt;But I kept the moments that we were in&lt;br /&gt;'cause I hoped in my heart you'd come back to me, my friend&lt;br /&gt;And now I got you, but I thought I lost you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRAVOLTA&lt;br /&gt;I felt so empty out there&lt;br /&gt;And there were days I had my doubts&lt;br /&gt;But I knew I'd find you somewhere&lt;br /&gt;Because I knew I couldn't live without&lt;br /&gt;You in my life for one more day&lt;br /&gt;And I swore I'd never break those (promises we made)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MILEY AND TRAVOLTA CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;I thought I lost you when you ran away to try to find me&lt;br /&gt;I thought I'd never see your sweet face again&lt;br /&gt;I turned around and you were gone and on and on the days went&lt;br /&gt;But I kept the moments that we were in&lt;br /&gt;'cause I hoped in my heart you'd come back to me, my friend&lt;br /&gt;And now I got you, but I thought I lost you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRAVOLTA&lt;br /&gt;I told myself I wouldn't sleep 'till I searched the world from sea to sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MILEY&lt;br /&gt;I made a wish upon a star, I turned around and there you were&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MILEY AND TRAVOLTA&lt;br /&gt;Now here we are, are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MILEY&lt;br /&gt;Here we are&lt;br /&gt;I thought I lost you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRAVOLTA&lt;br /&gt;I thought I lost you, too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MILEY&lt;br /&gt;I thought I lost you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRAVOLTA&lt;br /&gt;I thought I lost you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MILEY&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MILEY AND TRAVOLTA CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;I thought I lost you when you ran away to try to find me&lt;br /&gt;I thought I'd never see your sweet face again&lt;br /&gt;I turned around and you were gone and on and on the days went&lt;br /&gt;But I kept the moments that we were in&lt;br /&gt;And I knew in my heart you'd come back to me, my friend&lt;br /&gt;And now I got you, but I thought I lost you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MILEY&lt;br /&gt;But I thought I lost you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRAVOLTA&lt;br /&gt;I thought I lost you, too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOTH&lt;br /&gt;So glad I got you, got you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MILEY&lt;br /&gt;So glad I got you, yeah yeah&lt;br /&gt;I thought I lost you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952962617280587097-7688733916139593519?l=eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/feeds/7688733916139593519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-thought-i-lost-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/7688733916139593519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/7688733916139593519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-thought-i-lost-you.html' title='I Thought I Lost You'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952962617280587097.post-3435077495313688309</id><published>2009-06-01T02:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T03:02:34.191-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love,</title><content type='html'>ZOMG NEW MOON TRAILER! WHY IS IT ONLY COMING OUT IN NOVEMBER??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiz from Sher's blog, cos it's only like 6 mins to 5 and I'm too much of a lazybummer to start on Humanities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting time: 4.55PM&lt;br /&gt;Name: Grace&lt;br /&gt;Sisters: 0&lt;br /&gt;Brothers: 2&lt;br /&gt;Eye Color: Dark brown&lt;br /&gt;Shoe size: 8&lt;br /&gt;Hair: Black&lt;br /&gt;Piercings: 1 left 1 right&lt;br /&gt;Height: 1.55 cm&lt;br /&gt;What are you wearing right now? OP skorts and some-brand-I-don't-remember shirt&lt;br /&gt;Where do you live? Bangkok, which is in Thailand for the clueless&lt;br /&gt;Favourite number: 9&lt;br /&gt;Favourite drink: I have no idea... Pepsi?&lt;br /&gt;Favourite month: October&lt;br /&gt;Favourite day: Friday&lt;br /&gt;Favourite breakfast: Pancakes with honey and butter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have You Ever&lt;br /&gt;Broken a bone: No&lt;br /&gt;Been in a police car: Nah&lt;br /&gt;Been on a plane: Yes&lt;br /&gt;Been in a hot tub: Don't think so?&lt;br /&gt;Swam in the ocean: Yes&lt;br /&gt;Fallen asleep in school: No&lt;br /&gt;Broken someone’s heart: Oops&lt;br /&gt;Cried when someone died?: Yeah&lt;br /&gt;Fell off your chair: Yes&lt;br /&gt;Sat by the phone all night waiting for someone to call: Probably not&lt;br /&gt;Saved e-mails: Yes&lt;br /&gt;Been cheated on: No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Is&lt;br /&gt;Your room like? Messy.&lt;br /&gt;What is right beside you? Books.&lt;br /&gt;What is the last thing you ate? Hot dog thingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever Had&lt;br /&gt;Chicken pox: once when I was really, really young&lt;br /&gt;Sore throat: Duh.&lt;br /&gt;Stitches: No&lt;br /&gt;Broken nose: No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do You&lt;br /&gt;Believe in love at first sight? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Like picnics: Kind of&lt;br /&gt;Wear contact lenses or glasses? Glasses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you danced with? my friends! at eighth grade dance! yay!&lt;br /&gt;Who last made you smile? idk.&lt;br /&gt;Who did you last yell at? I really can't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Questions&lt;br /&gt;What are you listening to right now? 4 minutes&lt;br /&gt;What did you do today? School - tuition soon! DIE&lt;br /&gt;Hate someone in your family? not really&lt;br /&gt;Diamond or pearl? Diamond.&lt;br /&gt;Are you the oldest? No.&lt;br /&gt;Indoors or outdoors? depends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today did you&lt;br /&gt;Talk to someone you like? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Kiss anyone? No&lt;br /&gt;Get sick? No&lt;br /&gt;Sing? Yes&lt;br /&gt;Talk to an ex? No.&lt;br /&gt;Miss someone of the opposite sex? Yes&lt;br /&gt;Eat? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last person who&lt;br /&gt;You talked to on the phone? godmother :D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;Made you cry? idk&lt;br /&gt;Went to the movies with? ages ago... my mum!&lt;br /&gt;You went to the mall with? mum :D&lt;br /&gt;Texted you? mum. LOL. again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you&lt;br /&gt;Been to Mexico? Nah&lt;br /&gt;Been to USA? no! how pathetic is zat O:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final Questions&lt;br /&gt;Have a crush on someone? idk&lt;br /&gt;What books are you reading right now? after the moment &amp;amp; at first sight&lt;br /&gt;Best feeling in the world? Happiness. :)&lt;br /&gt;Future kids names? I always seem to change my mind, but right now it seems to be &lt;em&gt;abigail.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you sleep with a stuffed animal? YES :D hahaha bluey my awshum rag doll and JC (look below for details on newborn JC :D)&lt;br /&gt;What’s under your bed? dustballs.&lt;br /&gt;Favorite sport(s) to watch? gymnastics.&lt;br /&gt;Favorite place: no idea. my bed?&lt;br /&gt;Who do you really hate? right now, nobody. but there sure are people who irritate me.&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a job? Nah&lt;br /&gt;What time is it now? 5.01PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*DETAILS ON JC!&lt;br /&gt;his full name is &lt;strong&gt;jeremy christian&lt;/strong&gt;, and I named him that because first he was just Christian, to match Christianne (my confirmation name), but then it hit me that he kind of looked more like a Jeremy. so since my mother likes Christian better I combined the two! :D&lt;br /&gt;he's actually a bear, wearing an orange tee-shirt that has the gifts of the holy spirit on it, and clutching his hands together in prayer. he even comes with his own little brown-beaded rosary thing :D how cute is zat???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952962617280587097-3435077495313688309?l=eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/feeds/3435077495313688309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/06/love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/3435077495313688309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/3435077495313688309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/06/love.html' title='Love,'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952962617280587097.post-1759100816511863969</id><published>2009-05-30T22:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T22:06:42.079-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poker Face</title><content type='html'>I have this really weird habit of just randomly waving my cursor around links, because the hover html makes them look so pretty :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just read Sher's blog: I REALIZED I FORGOT TO ADD PENN BADGLEY TO MY WISHLIST! *big crime* ALSO I forgot to add that I want to watch Hannah Montana: The Movie. Haha I sound so sixth graderish :D I MUST BE THE ONLY EIGHTH GRADER WHO STILL LIKES HM. ROFL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to see Tata's blog now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952962617280587097-1759100816511863969?l=eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/feeds/1759100816511863969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/05/poker-face.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/1759100816511863969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/1759100816511863969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/05/poker-face.html' title='Poker Face'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952962617280587097.post-501578285813650608</id><published>2009-05-30T22:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T22:01:40.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boom Boom Pow</title><content type='html'>Admit it, you love my new skin :D I know I do!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952962617280587097-501578285813650608?l=eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/feeds/501578285813650608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/05/boom-boom-pow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/501578285813650608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/501578285813650608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/05/boom-boom-pow.html' title='Boom Boom Pow'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952962617280587097.post-2855286910682921680</id><published>2009-05-30T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T21:29:49.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In Las Estrellas Yo Puedo Ver Tus Ojos</title><content type='html'>The title means: &lt;em&gt;In the stars I can see your eyes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I asked you how you're doing I meant I missed you more than I've ever missed anyone else before.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Briefly checked out two blogshops -INVOGUE BKK IS DYING! NOOO!- but was disappointed. Hate those blogshops whose collections sound promising but only end up having, like, 3 items, with blurry shots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting Confirmed today! Had a huge bout of low self-esteem yesterday when I tried out my outfit. The dress makes me look &lt;em&gt;really &lt;/em&gt;old and frumpy; my mother says it's just the cut (A-line), colour (off-white) and material (Thai silk). Grah! After the Confirmation we're planning to have it altered so I can wear it not just for formal occasions. Currently thinking of making it a sleeveless, high-waist shift. It will still look old, I think, but it's the most we can do without chopping everything up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to MBK yesterday and came back with feet &lt;em&gt;super &lt;/em&gt;sore! (They still hurt. LOL.) Let's calculate the expenses:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Blue cardigan, UFO, &lt;em&gt;345 Baht&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Blue dress, Divi Diva, &lt;em&gt;299 Baht&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Brown wedge flip-flops, &lt;em&gt;199 Baht&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;White pashmina-scarf, &lt;em&gt;3 for 500 Baht &lt;/em&gt;(so that makes it about 167 Baht)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Off-white skirt, &lt;em&gt;199 Baht&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;I *think* that's all I bought... so let's see... &lt;strong&gt;1209 Baht spent&lt;/strong&gt;. Oops!!!!! (I &lt;em&gt;think &lt;/em&gt;the exchange rate is about 23.03, so that's about 52.50 SGD spent. ECK!) Good thing is, I haven't shopped for aeons, so if I don't shop for another weekend or something, maybe the cost will be spread out. If you get my convoluted logic.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Going to edit my &lt;em&gt;Volverte &lt;/em&gt;blogskin now to put it here. [For this skin and Volverte, go to &lt;a href="http://www.theartcollaboration.blogspot.com/"&gt;TAC&lt;/a&gt;.] &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952962617280587097-2855286910682921680?l=eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/feeds/2855286910682921680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/05/in-las-estrellas-yo-puedo-ver-tus-ojos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/2855286910682921680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/2855286910682921680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/05/in-las-estrellas-yo-puedo-ver-tus-ojos.html' title='In Las Estrellas Yo Puedo Ver Tus Ojos'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952962617280587097.post-5337273027244056845</id><published>2009-05-29T04:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T04:28:08.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fotografia</title><content type='html'>I've probably listened to &lt;em&gt;Fotografia &lt;/em&gt;one thousand times already, LOL. It's just so awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Downloading Adam's version of &lt;em&gt;No Boundaries &lt;/em&gt;now. (I still staunchly believe that Kris's version is better, though. More motivational.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiz from Sher's blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your current ringtone? &lt;em&gt;Play With Fire- Hilary Duff&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your current wallpaper? &lt;em&gt;A hands-heart thing picture from DA&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you own a picture phone? &lt;em&gt;YES! though I lost my downloading cable so... :X&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If so, what was the last picture you took? &lt;em&gt;probably my bus auntie, cos I only turn on my phone in the school bus LOL&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to your inbox and type what the 10th recent text message say? &lt;em&gt;I'm too lazy to check!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many contacts do you have on your phone? &lt;em&gt;one million&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you spoke to on your cell phone? &lt;em&gt;I really have no idea, I don't really &lt;/em&gt;call &lt;em&gt;anymone, it's mostly texting&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What service do you have? &lt;em&gt;DTAC. I think.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this very moment, how much signal do you have? &lt;em&gt;how would I know? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's on your speed dial numbers? &lt;em&gt;family members&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have voicemail? &lt;em&gt;don't think so&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many contacts do you have that start with J- Who are they? &lt;em&gt;I can't really think right now, but I can only remember 2 at my fingertips: Jeremy and Jasmine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who do you call the most? &lt;em&gt;my mum. LOL!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many text messages do you get a month? &lt;em&gt;less than in Singapore [agrees with Sher]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you send pictures? &lt;em&gt;yes but my mum's and my phone can't open them, idk why&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are the first 2 digits to your number? &lt;em&gt;08. I think it's the same for everyone's in BKK.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to your SENT texts..what does the first one say? &lt;em&gt;probably the one to my mum saying my batt's low.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about the 15th? &lt;em&gt;blah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's the last person that you called? &lt;em&gt;my mother, probably.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last person that texted you? &lt;em&gt;ditto&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last person you added to your contacts? &lt;em&gt;nimarta and nimanee. I think. way back when we went to centralworld.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many minutes are on your plan? &lt;em&gt;I use SIM card ;D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go down to your 5th contact, who is it? &lt;em&gt;WHY DO YOU WANT TO KNOW! O:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna give out your number? &lt;em&gt;If you give me a million bucks...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2:&lt;br /&gt;What's going on tomorrow? &lt;em&gt;Confirmation rehearsal [AAAH I HAVE TO READ!] and maybe, just maybe, MBK!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why don’t you mention your name, for starters? &lt;em&gt;Marie Antoinette.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you recall the last time you liked someone a lot? &lt;em&gt;I can.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you cheating on someone right now? &lt;em&gt;No&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you be in a relationship next month? &lt;em&gt;Summer? LOL summer romance :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone you're giving up on? &lt;em&gt;aw Sher! JHutch didn't work out? :X Giving up on Kris Allen. But will always be *watching* from a distance, jk ;D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who have you slept in the same bed with on your top friends list? &lt;em&gt;no one. even at Nikki's sleepover I slept on the floor, and when I woke up she was like, STARING at me from the bed. LOL.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who will you be sleeping with tonight? &lt;em&gt;mommy. because dad's in singapore. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the first person you talked to today? &lt;em&gt;mother. then... nimarta, probably.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like Subway? &lt;em&gt;only ate there when we were in Perth. don't mind it, but can never finish their sandwiches.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who’s the last person you had a deep/serious conversation with? &lt;em&gt;my mother. or nimarta. I have no idea!! I practically never have serious conversations, lol ;P&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had an Oreo with peanut butter? &lt;em&gt;nope&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you talk in your sleep? &lt;em&gt;hopefully not.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you trying to avoid liking somebody at the moment?&lt;em&gt; yes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you held hands with anyone in the past week? &lt;em&gt;tata? idk LOL&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When’s the last time you talked to your best friend? &lt;em&gt;ching ying hasn't been online in aeons *cough*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ignore people when you're mad/upset with them? &lt;em&gt;YES. oops.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last person you kissed, where are they? &lt;em&gt;in the living room. (that sounds wrong, LOL, but it's my MOTHER, I promise!!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think you've changed over the past year? For better or for worse? &lt;em&gt;yes, for worse. just kidding (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you care if people talk badly about you? &lt;em&gt;on the outside, no.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there anybody you wish you could be spending time with right now? &lt;em&gt;kind of.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone know your password besides you? &lt;em&gt;to..?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe that any of your ex’s ever think about you? &lt;em&gt;no, because I don't have any.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you trust all your friends? &lt;em&gt;yes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huge plans this weekend? &lt;em&gt;YES YES YES! CONFIRMATION! sadly dad won't be there, rayos. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you sleep without blankets covering you? &lt;em&gt;NO, EVEN WHEN IT'S STIFLING HOT. I have no idea why.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a reason to smile right now? &lt;em&gt;not really? idk&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in love at first sight? &lt;em&gt;desperately&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is the last person you kissed older than you? &lt;em&gt;by about 30 years, yes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last December, what was your love life like? &lt;em&gt;I don't remember, actually. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has a girl sat on your bed before? &lt;em&gt;in BKK, no.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is the funniest person you know? &lt;em&gt;Tata. Probably. elf imitations!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you afraid to grow up? &lt;em&gt;to 21, no, older than 21, YES. haha&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you usually the first to say you're sorry in a fight or last? &lt;em&gt;last, probably. I have moi pride, ya know. XD&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is your number one person on your friends list? &lt;em&gt;the lil' red dot.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does seeing couples in love make you mad? &lt;em&gt;sometimes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you go out with someone right now if they asked you out? &lt;em&gt;maybe.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plan on getting drunk or high today? &lt;em&gt;hyper yes :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did you sleep last night? &lt;em&gt;okayish. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Gatorade flavor? &lt;em&gt;idk.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last person you kissed needs you at 3 AM, would you go? &lt;em&gt;did my mother wet her bed?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a little sister? &lt;em&gt;thank goodness no. if she were like me my family would be bankrupt by now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you looking forward to in the next week? &lt;em&gt;friday. for obvious reasons.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like to take walks? &lt;em&gt;kind of, if it's in a quiet natureish place, like panya, or that changi place we went to in p6.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you go out or stay in last night? &lt;em&gt;stay in.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where was your default picture taken? &lt;em&gt;at my desk, which my butt is glued to :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, has anyone seen you in your underwear in the past 3 months? &lt;em&gt;my mother. she was cutting my fringe, LOL!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it hard for you to get over someone? &lt;em&gt;yes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think back five months ago, were you single? &lt;em&gt;I have been for the last years of my EXISTENCE, darling!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What were you doing at 12:30 this afternoon? &lt;em&gt;DYING OVER MATHS PROBLEM SOLVING!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you miss anyone? &lt;em&gt;do I have to list 'em?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you kissed three or more people in one night?&lt;em&gt; no, thank goodness. haha&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did your last kiss take place in/on a bed? &lt;em&gt;dont think so?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you good at hiding your feelings? &lt;em&gt;not really&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever cried from being so mad? &lt;em&gt;no&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you wear the hood on your hoodie? &lt;em&gt;occasionally.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever waste too much time on a certain boy or girl? &lt;em&gt;totally. bad habit (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you do something bad today? &lt;em&gt;yes. oops.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you get stressed out easily? &lt;em&gt;kind of. depends on my mood. snowballs, you know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How old is the oldest person on your top friends? &lt;em&gt;ching ying is like, a hundred years old. just kidding (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Were your last three kisses from the same person? &lt;em&gt;probably. how pathetic lol&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are your friends taller than you? &lt;em&gt;YES. aaah!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What were you doing this morning at 5:30? &lt;em&gt;groggily trying to go to sleep while my mum's alarm clock went off.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was the first person you talked to today male or female? &lt;em&gt;female.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you picky about who you give your number to? &lt;em&gt;kind of? I mean, I'm not going to give it to kenney, or whatever, right.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can only drink ONE liquid for the rest of your life, what is it? &lt;em&gt;aaah I don't know! coffee milk! LOL&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have your friends ever randomly stopped by your house? &lt;em&gt;no, sadly. I'm a very planned person. oh wait! in p1! or p2! when we were all happy and living in the same condo, and jovana, wei lin and I used to just randomly pop around. that sounds funny.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the first thing you thought this morning? &lt;em&gt;"DAMN I HAVE TO WAKE UP NOW. FAKE SLEEPING! FAKE SICKNESS!" it's what I think every single time I wake up LOL &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in second chances? &lt;em&gt;kind of&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you wish someone would call or text you right now? &lt;em&gt;yes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a cuddler? &lt;em&gt;YES! lol&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does it frustrate you when someone brings up a bad past? &lt;em&gt;idk&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have to ask other people to open bottles for you? &lt;em&gt;sometimes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How late did you stay up last night, why? &lt;em&gt;10+ cos I spent too long FBing and BSing instead of studying&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever wonder if you're someone's everything? &lt;em&gt;sometimes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who got mad at you last? &lt;em&gt;*cough*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were to die today, would your life be complete? &lt;em&gt;totally not!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you went shopping? &lt;em&gt;aeons ago. I honestly can't remember, and that's a bad sign D:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last food you ate? &lt;em&gt;breadthing mum bought.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last place you went besides your house? &lt;em&gt;school.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kissed anyone with the name starting with an A, T, D, S, J or M? &lt;em&gt;my mum's name starts with M! and my dad's with T! so that's two :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone ever told you you were beautiful? &lt;em&gt;I think so? my parents? hahahahaha.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From this quiz I conclude that I am a very sad, family-oriented person with almost zero social life. O:&lt;br /&gt;(on the count of three: AWWW!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952962617280587097-5337273027244056845?l=eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/feeds/5337273027244056845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/05/fotografia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/5337273027244056845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/5337273027244056845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/05/fotografia.html' title='Fotografia'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952962617280587097.post-3631560213188165587</id><published>2009-05-28T05:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T05:08:43.221-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Busco</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://blogskins.com/info/271030/"&gt;http://blogskins.com/info/271030/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made a Poker Face bs but am going to edit it heavily for this blog. No time now (mum's nagging me to do HW; this skin took me longer than I expected to create) so will do so later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952962617280587097-3631560213188165587?l=eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/feeds/3631560213188165587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/05/busco.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/3631560213188165587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/3631560213188165587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/05/busco.html' title='Busco'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952962617280587097.post-7573023136720173150</id><published>2009-05-28T04:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T04:12:14.188-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tu Solo En Mi Fotografias Estas</title><content type='html'>In case you were wondering, the title means 'You're only in my photographs'. It's from my all-new favourite song of all time, &lt;em&gt;Fotografia &lt;/em&gt;by Juanes ft. Nelly Furtado. It's in Spanish and you can search for the MV on &lt;a href="http://www.lomastv.com/"&gt;www.lomastv.com&lt;/a&gt; (meaning 'the best TV' in Spanish).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breaking news:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I GOT INTO THE INTERNATIONAL (HS JOURNALISM)!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad thing is, contrary to my thinking when I was applying, I can't do &lt;em&gt;both &lt;/em&gt;yearbook and journalism. So I chose journalism. I can still apply for yearbook in Grade 10, but of course now I'm still confused as to which one was the better choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to do a blogskin. Need to (a) study for Spanish and (b) put &lt;em&gt;Big Spender &lt;/em&gt;by Adrienne Bailon on my thumbdrive 'cos tomorrow Nimarta and I are going to edit our videos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952962617280587097-7573023136720173150?l=eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/feeds/7573023136720173150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/05/tu-solo-en-mi-fotografias-estas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/7573023136720173150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/7573023136720173150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/05/tu-solo-en-mi-fotografias-estas.html' title='Tu Solo En Mi Fotografias Estas'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952962617280587097.post-3757671873050240101</id><published>2009-05-27T05:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T05:47:48.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Calling You</title><content type='html'>Dying to make a skin (I FINALLY HAVE INSPIRATION! I'm going to submit it for the no image just words whatever competition), but have to study for science, it's the quiz tomorrow! Die!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952962617280587097-3757671873050240101?l=eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/feeds/3757671873050240101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/05/calling-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/3757671873050240101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/3757671873050240101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/05/calling-you.html' title='Calling You'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952962617280587097.post-5928515846181609158</id><published>2009-05-27T05:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T05:16:01.112-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Would Be A Lie</title><content type='html'>I have decided that I cannot be the next Taylor Swift; as much as I'd love to (1) learn the guitar and be a total pro at it and (2) write songs, I can only write the lyrics. I have zero creativity at writing tunes. Anyway, here's a little song I wrote. [No rhythm whatsoever, but who cares, right?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;I’m sitting with you on the porch&lt;br /&gt;You’re telling me about your day&lt;br /&gt;I look at you and think of how&lt;br /&gt;Life would be so perfect, if you only&lt;br /&gt;Saw me in a different way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chorus:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I were to write you a love song&lt;br /&gt;I would tell you oh-oh&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes are like the stars in the sky&lt;br /&gt;And your smile is like the sunrise&lt;br /&gt;And to say that you’re not the only thing&lt;br /&gt;I think about each day- it would be a lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;She calls you on your phone&lt;br /&gt;You say, ‘Excuse me, I gotta go’&lt;br /&gt;After you leave I sit and think of how&lt;br /&gt;Life would be so perfect, if you only&lt;br /&gt;Opened your eyes and know...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think? :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952962617280587097-5928515846181609158?l=eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/feeds/5928515846181609158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/05/would-be-lie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/5928515846181609158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/5928515846181609158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/05/would-be-lie.html' title='Would Be A Lie'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952962617280587097.post-6184743685426433925</id><published>2009-05-26T05:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T05:36:34.652-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WHY IS KRIS ALLEN MARRIED?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952962617280587097-6184743685426433925?l=eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/feeds/6184743685426433925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/05/no.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/6184743685426433925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/6184743685426433925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/05/no.html' title='No!'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952962617280587097.post-6795535889292495298</id><published>2009-05-26T05:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T05:21:53.058-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Before I Forget</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/ShvemymnBVI/AAAAAAAACUs/cqxkYk42mSE/s1600-h/5810449299A88796FF7D839FF2ED1B.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340106541177963858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/ShvemymnBVI/AAAAAAAACUs/cqxkYk42mSE/s320/5810449299A88796FF7D839FF2ED1B.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;before I forget that's the dress I was googling. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DOES ANYBODY KNOW WHICH CELEBRITY WORE IT (I THINK ON A MAGAZINE COVER)?????&lt;/span&gt; I'm dying to know. My brain cells aren't functioning for me currently.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952962617280587097-6795535889292495298?l=eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/feeds/6795535889292495298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/05/before-i-forget.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/6795535889292495298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/6795535889292495298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/05/before-i-forget.html' title='Before I Forget'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/ShvemymnBVI/AAAAAAAACUs/cqxkYk42mSE/s72-c/5810449299A88796FF7D839FF2ED1B.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952962617280587097.post-1271630556738529102</id><published>2009-05-26T05:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T05:18:34.417-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think I just spent an hour or something checking e-mail, getting irritated and Googling a red striped dress instead of doing my Spanish crossword like I promised. (Didn't help that I had 11 emails in my inbox.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was very irritated just now. Simmering down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Need to go do crossword now. Vocab's getting harder and harder; impossible to believe I used to have a 97 in Spanish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH&lt;br /&gt;OH&lt;br /&gt;OH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could I forget????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Baker came during Maths with Mr ... Miller? from HS...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I GOT INTO HS YEARBOOK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;YESSS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So did Mindy. There goes my exclusiveness :D jk. But glad to know there'll be another 9th grader with me (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952962617280587097-1271630556738529102?l=eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/feeds/1271630556738529102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-think-i-just-spent-hour-or-something.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/1271630556738529102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/1271630556738529102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-think-i-just-spent-hour-or-something.html' title=''/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952962617280587097.post-4527487009491997110</id><published>2009-05-25T05:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T05:09:34.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Raise Your Hopeful Voice</title><content type='html'>Continuing where I left off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Revised for ch 11 test and Humanities, then went home, turned on AC and watched &lt;em&gt;Princess of Thieves &lt;/em&gt;starring a 15 y/o Keira Knightley who was as pretty as ever, and a totally hot Froderick. Irritating thing was, she abandoned Froderick -this cowardly guy whom she's been friends with for 8 years- for this stupid smug I'm-so-brave prince Phillip. Darn. But wanting to do icons for them anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did Humanities quiz, don't think K has uploaded scores yet but pretty sure I did ok. Probably failed the bonus ? though. Had &lt;em&gt;no idea &lt;/em&gt;what 1/2 the flags were.&lt;br /&gt;Did ch 11 test, got 97%. Did science presentation and TOTALLY FAILED. Everyone was on me for the you-didn't-explain-this-?-enough thing. Finally decided that the quiz wouldn't go up on powerschool so everyone was happy.&lt;br /&gt;Conversation:&lt;br /&gt;Me: You owe me 180 Baht.&lt;br /&gt;Noah: I do not! I gave you ten baht.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Look, Noah, THERE, you signed. 180 Baht.&lt;br /&gt;Noah: Give me an A+ first! Then I'll pay you.&lt;br /&gt;Me: It's not going on Powerschool.&lt;br /&gt;Noah: Give me an A+!&lt;br /&gt;Me: NOAH! IT IS NOT GOING ON POWERSCHOOL! (&lt;em&gt;really loudly&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Noah: Oh. Right. *walks away*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In PD 3 Yearbook Ms Ulster said aren't we supposed to go HS elections? ('we' being jacob, andrew, michael perry and I). the guys didn't know and I thought it was pd4, so we completed pd3 and I went off happily to pd4 GLOBAL STUDIES, where naturally nobody was there and mrs. pine-petthong was like, it's supposed to start at 1:40, don't worry! then I said I should check it out, so I ran out, met michael (who'd went to MPB and stumbled upon choir people who asked him what the hell he was doing there) and the both of us ran to the chevron, where we entered quietly from the back (his idea) and found jacob and andrew hiding at the back too. so the four of us sat there throughout the second half of sophie's (YAY SOPHIE) speech. then when it ended we all crept downstairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;turns out we missed 98% of the whole thing anyway, including this andy guy who was supposedly very amusing. so I ended up voting for all the girls on the list since I had no idea who they were anyway. AND SOPHIE :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weird conversation during YB:&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;em&gt;me looking on facebook at dance pics from tata, jacob walking in&lt;/em&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;jacob: HOLY CRAP THAT WAS &lt;em&gt;YOU&lt;/em&gt;????&lt;br /&gt;me: duh that was me. sandwich, remember? [inside joke.]&lt;br /&gt;jacob (&lt;em&gt;backing away&lt;/em&gt;) that was a GOOD holy crap. a GOOD holy crap.&lt;br /&gt;me: oh. just like the good 'you're so short', then?&lt;br /&gt;jacob: OH SHUT UP. (turns away.)&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA *cough*guys*cough* *shakes head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still feeling a little woozy and headachey. need to go to people's fbs and tell them to bring hoops for hearts money tomorrow, &lt;strong&gt;it's the last day for collection!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952962617280587097-4527487009491997110?l=eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/feeds/4527487009491997110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/05/raise-your-hopeful-voice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/4527487009491997110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/4527487009491997110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/05/raise-your-hopeful-voice.html' title='Raise Your Hopeful Voice'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952962617280587097.post-5646470538723327656</id><published>2009-05-25T03:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T03:21:54.898-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How Sweet It Is To Be Loved By You</title><content type='html'>&amp;hearts;TEAMKRIS :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;del&gt;KRIS ALLEN IS BETTER THAN ADAM LAMBERT.&lt;/del&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of updates!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, I had an inspiration for this awesome blogskin, but problem was it came during school time so naturally by the time I got home I forgot what it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance. Was. Kind of. Not worth 700 Baht.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, it was &lt;em&gt;fun&lt;/em&gt;, but only for the first half. Then after a while I got depressed and bored. And listened to sad songs like &lt;em&gt;When She Loved Me &lt;/em&gt;all the way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus points:&lt;br /&gt;+ NINO ASKED JOYCE TO SLOW DANCE. They look really cute together (:&lt;br /&gt;+ EVAN PULLED MITA ONTO THE DANCE FLOOR. No comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minus points:&lt;br /&gt;- Not saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to 9.45 mass, where we ran a little late but it was OK (the homily was &lt;em&gt;soooo &lt;/em&gt;long! I kind of lost the point. oops). Then went to Shangri La Shang Palace &lt;em&gt;with &lt;/em&gt;Joseph Teo for lunch. Sadly, he didn't really like the private room we were given and bawled most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dropped mum off for her dental (HAHAHAHAHARETAINERSHAHAHAHAHA), then went to sway-chick's house and gobbled up my latest TEEN VOGUE (SELENA GOMEZ ROCKS :D) and sway-sim's People. (kristen stewart's bf is &lt;em&gt;cute&lt;/em&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oops, SHE is here. more later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952962617280587097-5646470538723327656?l=eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/feeds/5646470538723327656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/05/how-sweet-it-is-to-be-loved-by-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/5646470538723327656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/5646470538723327656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/05/how-sweet-it-is-to-be-loved-by-you.html' title='How Sweet It Is To Be Loved By You'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952962617280587097.post-8340660561200428623</id><published>2009-05-22T04:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T04:54:59.262-07:00</updated><title type='text'>X That Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;font-size:78%;"&gt;OK, this time, you've gone too far. You may think you mean well and don't want to insult anyone, but watch your words. You may say that you're not like other people. You may not like what I do in my free time, but YOU DON'T HAVE TO SAY IT. You don't have to say how lame and boring what I do is. Because you know what? By insulting what I do, you insult me. And that proves that you don't really know what you're doing. Did you know that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sorry. I HAD to write it. I'm just very angry right now. And that's not very good because we're leaving soon for dinner at uncle luke's place and I don't want to arrive there looking like someone on fire.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952962617280587097-8340660561200428623?l=eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/feeds/8340660561200428623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/05/x-that-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/8340660561200428623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/8340660561200428623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/05/x-that-out.html' title='X That Out'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952962617280587097.post-5019147879203190421</id><published>2009-05-22T04:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T04:47:04.441-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Breathe</title><content type='html'>Okay, I am SO sorry, but I just have to say this.&lt;br /&gt;--- okay, I deleted it.&lt;br /&gt;There. So sorry again. Need to control my temper. But I am just very irritated. Some people are... temperamental. and ask the most OBVIOUS questions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952962617280587097-5019147879203190421?l=eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/feeds/5019147879203190421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/05/breathe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/5019147879203190421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/5019147879203190421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/05/breathe.html' title='Breathe'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952962617280587097.post-7841127965821905143</id><published>2009-05-22T04:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T04:38:32.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Should've Thought Twice Before Letting It All Go</title><content type='html'>Currently addicted to &lt;em&gt;Should've Said No&lt;/em&gt;. Downloading it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEAM KRIS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOMORROW'S THE DANCE! lalalala. haven't even decided on accessories- something which is totally unlike me. {I mean, I don't think anyone else plans their outfits for NORMAL SCHOOL DAYS on the previous nights. Right?}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NIMANEE CHILLAX ABOUT THE DANCE!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I now know &lt;em&gt;someone &lt;/em&gt;who is more excited/anxious about it than I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am officially in love with this skin. Most of the time my skins are cliched and not that good, but occasionally I do actually get inspiration and even more rarely do I love the resultant skin. This is one of them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952962617280587097-7841127965821905143?l=eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/feeds/7841127965821905143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/05/shouldve-thought-twice-before-letting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/7841127965821905143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/7841127965821905143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/05/shouldve-thought-twice-before-letting.html' title='Should&apos;ve Thought Twice Before Letting It All Go'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952962617280587097.post-554460090524789120</id><published>2009-05-21T05:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T05:18:13.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Point Me Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/ShVGdwZOgZI/AAAAAAAACUk/4l-IMxY6SmU/s1600-h/falling+slowly+screenshot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338250410338451858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 149px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/ShVGdwZOgZI/AAAAAAAACUk/4l-IMxY6SmU/s320/falling+slowly+screenshot.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't you love this skin??? Inspired by &lt;em&gt;Dear Zoe&lt;/em&gt;'s book cover.&lt;br /&gt;I don't think you can see the navi font. It's this one: &lt;a href="http://www.dafont.com/never-let-go.font"&gt;Never Let Go&lt;/a&gt;. And here's the screenshot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952962617280587097-554460090524789120?l=eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/feeds/554460090524789120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/05/point-me-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/554460090524789120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/554460090524789120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/05/point-me-home.html' title='Point Me Home'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/ShVGdwZOgZI/AAAAAAAACUk/4l-IMxY6SmU/s72-c/falling+slowly+screenshot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952962617280587097.post-1448941890420347346</id><published>2009-05-21T04:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T04:58:41.371-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Don't Know You But I Want To</title><content type='html'>Am &lt;em&gt;addicted &lt;/em&gt;to Kris Allen's &lt;em&gt;Falling Slowly&lt;/em&gt;.It's currently playing on repeat and pretty soon, it'll probably #1 on my Top 27 or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon, walking to the school bus, I suddenly realized how I must look like to a stranger: a pink fanatic. That's right, me, one of those girls where everything has to be pink. You see, my backpack is pink, and so's my water bottle, which sticks out of the side pocket; my pencil case is purple and my sneakers are purple &lt;em&gt;and &lt;/em&gt;pink. Wow. Pink isn't my favourite colour; it isn't even my second! (That's white and blue respectively. Followed by red, if you're interested.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found out my Anna poem is circulating round. My mum nagged me to send it to all my uncles, my godmother &lt;em&gt;and &lt;/em&gt;my parents, then today she showed it to Auntie Jess and she's going to show it to Sway Sim soon. Oh no. I was telling her, soon you'll be emailing Penguin and Random House demanding for it to be published! Wow, I'll be in Guiness Book of Records under Author of Thinnest Book Ever. Or Biggest Scam: 999-Page Book With 1 Page Of Text!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want to do a simple skin to put here. I'm beginning to find the word-cramming here a bit headache-causing. {Wait, I WANT a headache, like Tata, so I can lie in the Nurse office all PE resting, instead of planning volleyball coach sessions that don't work out anyway because our team has zero team spirit.}&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952962617280587097-1448941890420347346?l=eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/feeds/1448941890420347346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-dont-know-you-but-i-want-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/1448941890420347346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/1448941890420347346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-dont-know-you-but-i-want-to.html' title='I Don&apos;t Know You But I Want To'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952962617280587097.post-3070311564608227751</id><published>2009-05-19T04:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T04:28:20.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Yay</title><content type='html'>I think I just told RYAN HRELJAC that I thought he was smarter than someoneIforgotwho via FB.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952962617280587097-3070311564608227751?l=eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/feeds/3070311564608227751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/05/oh-yay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/3070311564608227751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/3070311564608227751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/05/oh-yay.html' title='Oh Yay'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952962617280587097.post-1891079952988981130</id><published>2009-05-19T03:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T03:57:55.134-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Girl</title><content type='html'>Today was actually a horrible day,  but miraculously after re-reading &lt;em&gt;Bazaar&lt;/em&gt;, a snippet of Psalm's and taking a nice calming bath the day got better. Then my mum agreed to take me to see Joseph, which of course was a kind of calming process in itself. He is SO CUTE! (Though his poop is not. I don't see how mums can like, wipe poop off babies' butts without flinching, when it is all icky. I am not going to say anything else, TMI! :X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually have only 11-5 to do for tomorrow! Isn't that so awesome??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND tomorrow we have no PE. Though on Thurs we do. I have to convince myself to give my best and smile even when I miss and some people laugh. Even when I make a complete fool of myself in front of everyone. *prods self* Okay, I need to cheer up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I SHALL DO THAT MY COMPILING A RANDOM TOP 10 LIST OF HOTTEST MALE CHARACTERS IN THE BOOKS I'VE READ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Napoleon from Animal Farm is not counted. JK.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;My Top 10 Hottest Male Characters in Books&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Names in italics are the characters' names, following which comes the author's name and, maybe, a little comment.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Adam Eddington&lt;/em&gt;, Madeleine L'Engle {crushed on him for a very long time until I discovered Eva Ibbotson ;D}&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gilbert Blythe&lt;/em&gt;, L.M. Montgomery {eeee!!!}&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Romain Verney, &lt;/em&gt;Eva Ibbotson {too old, though}&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quinton Somerville, &lt;/em&gt;Eva Ibbotson {ditto}&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Luke Brandon, &lt;/em&gt;Sophie Kinsella {though he was cuter in the movie than in the books}&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Edward Cullen&lt;/em&gt;, Stephenie Meyer {you knew he was going to come up!!}&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Charlie, &lt;/em&gt;Plum Sykes {I'm so sorry, his surname is never really mentioned much}&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Zach&lt;/em&gt;, Meg Cabot {just 'met' him today! eep!}&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jesse de Silva&lt;/em&gt;, Meg Cabot {EEEEEEP!}&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cooper Cartwright&lt;/em&gt;, Meg Cabot {the not-so-real Orlando Bloom, if I'm making any sense}&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;EEP. So everyone except Cooper and Edward were chosen for their sweetness. Yep. PLEASE DO THIS TOO SO I CAN COMPARE :D:D:D:D haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952962617280587097-1891079952988981130?l=eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/feeds/1891079952988981130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/05/bad-girl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/1891079952988981130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/1891079952988981130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/05/bad-girl.html' title='Bad Girl'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952962617280587097.post-9148171204057978900</id><published>2009-05-19T03:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T03:48:27.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything You Need</title><content type='html'>I am betting that &lt;strong&gt;I will have read more books than Sher! &lt;/strong&gt;:D haha but I cheat since I already did this twice. THIS TIME I PROMISE NOT TO BOLD THOSE THAT I HAVE NOT REALLY READ. (inc. watching Disney adaptions/reading simplified versions.) then I can see how much I have REALLY read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Big Read reckons that the average adult has only read 6 of the top 100 books they've printed.&lt;br /&gt;1) Look at the list and bold those you have read.&lt;br /&gt;2) Italicize those you intend to read.&lt;br /&gt;3) Underline the books you really love (and strike through the ones you hate!).&lt;br /&gt;4) Reprint this list in your own LJ so we can &lt;strong&gt;try and track down these people who've read 6 and force books upon them &lt;/strong&gt;*cough*sher*cough*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 Pride and Prejudice - Jane Austen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 The Lord of the Rings - JRR Tolkien&lt;br /&gt;3 Jane Eyre - Charlotte Bronte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;4 Harry Potter series - JK Rowling&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 To Kill a Mockingbird - Harper Lee&lt;br /&gt;6 The Bible&lt;br /&gt;7 Wuthering Heights - Emily Bronte&lt;br /&gt;8 Nineteen Eighty Four - George Orwell&lt;br /&gt;9 His Dark Materials - Philip Pullman&lt;br /&gt;10 Great Expectations - Charles Dickens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11 Little Women - Louisa M Alcott- stupid, stupid Jo and stupid, stupid Laurie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 Tess of the D'Urbervilles - Thomas Hardy&lt;br /&gt;13 Catch 22 - Joseph Heller&lt;br /&gt;14 Complete Works of Shakespeare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;15 Rebecca - Daphne Du Maurier&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16 The Hobbit - JRR Tolkien&lt;br /&gt;17 Birdsong - Sebastian Faulks&lt;br /&gt;18 Catcher in the Rye - JD Salinger&lt;br /&gt;19 The Time Traveller's Wife - Audrey Niffenegger&lt;br /&gt;20 Middlemarch - George Eliot&lt;br /&gt;21 Gone With The Wind - Margaret Mitchell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22 The Great Gatsby - F Scott Fitzgerald&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23 Bleak House - Charles Dickens&lt;br /&gt;24 War and Peace - Leo Tolstoy&lt;br /&gt;25 The Hitch Hiker's Guide to the Galaxy - Douglas Adams&lt;br /&gt;26 Brideshead Revisited - Evelyn Waugh&lt;br /&gt;27 Crime and Punishment - Fyodor Dostoyevsky&lt;br /&gt;28 Grapes of Wrath - John Steinbeck&lt;br /&gt;29 Alice in Wonderland - Lewis Carroll&lt;br /&gt;30 The Wind in the Willows - Kenneth Grahame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;31 Anna Karenina - Leo Tolstoy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32 David Copperfield - Charles Dickens&lt;br /&gt;33 Chronicles of Narnia - CS Lewis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;34 Emma - Jane Austen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35 Persuasion - Jane Austen&lt;br /&gt;36 The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe - CS Lewis&lt;br /&gt;37 The Kite Runner - Khaled Hosseini (my mum read this! :D)&lt;br /&gt;38 Captain Corelli's Mandolin - Louis De Bernieres&lt;br /&gt;39 Memoirs of a Geisha - Arthur Golden&lt;br /&gt;40 Winnie the Pooh - AA Milne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;41 Animal Farm - George Orwell&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42 The Da Vinci Code - Dan Brown&lt;br /&gt;43 One Hundred Years of Solitude - Gabriel Garcia Marquez (ooh, we read him in p6!)&lt;br /&gt;44 A Prayer for Owen Meaney - John Irving&lt;br /&gt;45 The Woman in White - Wilkie Collins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;46 Anne of Green Gables - LM Montgomery&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;GILBERT!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47 Far From The Madding Crowd - Thomas Hardy&lt;br /&gt;48 The Handmaid's Tale - Margaret Atwood&lt;br /&gt;49 Lord of the Flies - William Golding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;50 Atonement - Ian McEwan&lt;br /&gt;51 Life of Pi - Yann Martel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52 Dune - Frank Herbert&lt;br /&gt;53 Cold Comfort Farm - Stella Gibbons&lt;br /&gt;54 Sense and Sensibility - Jane Austen- started but had to return to library&lt;br /&gt;55 A Suitable Boy - Vikram Seth&lt;br /&gt;56 The Shadow of the Wind - Carlos Ruiz Zafon&lt;br /&gt;57 A Tale Of Two Cities - Charles Dickens&lt;br /&gt;58 Brave New World - Aldous Huxley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;59 The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time - Mark Haddon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;60 Love In The Time Of Cholera - Gabriel Garcia Marquez&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61 Of Mice and Men - John Steinbeck&lt;br /&gt;62 Lolita - Vladimir Nabokov&lt;br /&gt;63 The Secret History - Donna Tartt&lt;br /&gt;64 The Lovely Bones - Alice Sebold&lt;br /&gt;65 Count of Monte Cristo - Alexandre Dumas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;66 On The Road - Jack Kerouac&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67 Jude the Obscure - Thomas Hardy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;68 Bridget Jones's Diary - Helen Fielding&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69 Midnight's Children - Salman Rushdie&lt;br /&gt;70 Moby Dick - Herman Melville&lt;br /&gt;71 Oliver Twist - Charles Dickens&lt;br /&gt;72 Dracula - Bram Stoker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;73 The Secret Garden - Frances Hodgson Burnett&lt;/strong&gt; (I THINK. Not sure.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;74 Notes From A Small Island - Bill Bryson&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75 Ulysses - James Joyce&lt;br /&gt;76 The Bell Jar - Sylvia Plath&lt;br /&gt;77 Swallows and Amazons - Arthur Ransome&lt;br /&gt;78 Germinal - Emile Zola&lt;br /&gt;79 Vanity Fair - William Makepeace Thackeray&lt;br /&gt;80 Possession - AS Byatt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;81 A Christmas Carol - Charles Dickens&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;82 Cloud Atlas - David Mitchell&lt;br /&gt;83 The Color Purple - Alice Walker&lt;br /&gt;84 The Remains of the Day - Kazuo Ishiguro&lt;br /&gt;85 Madame Bovary - Gustave Flaubert&lt;br /&gt;86 A Fine Balance - Rohinton Mistry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;87 Charlotte's Web - EB White&lt;br /&gt;88 The Five People You Meet In Heaven - Mitch Albom&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89 Adventures of Sherlock Holmes - Sir Arthur Conan Doyle&lt;br /&gt;90 The Faraway Tree Collection - Enid Blyton&lt;br /&gt;91 Heart of Darkness - Joseph Conrad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;92 The Little Prince - Antoine De Saint-Exupery&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;93 The Wasp Factory - Iain Banks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;94 Watership Down - Richard Adams (I think this was the bk mrs kelsey AND mr kenney told me to read... :P)&lt;br /&gt;95 A Confederacy of Dunces - John Kennedy Toole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;96 A Town Like Alice - Nevil Shute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;97 The Three Musketeers - Alexandre Dumas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;98 Hamlet - William Shakespeare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;99 Charlie and the Chocolate Factory - Roald Dahl&lt;br /&gt;100 Les Miserables - Victor Hugo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;14 books!&lt;/span&gt; BEAT THAT! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952962617280587097-9148171204057978900?l=eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/feeds/9148171204057978900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/05/everything-you-need.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/9148171204057978900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/9148171204057978900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/05/everything-you-need.html' title='Everything You Need'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952962617280587097.post-3823868205087833865</id><published>2009-05-16T21:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T21:14:22.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Je T'Aime</title><content type='html'>LALALAJust wasted a lot of my time reading NBK trivia. Want to watch it again!!!! Also, looking at my skin, I realized it's actually quite crappy. Oh dear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952962617280587097-3823868205087833865?l=eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/feeds/3823868205087833865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/05/je-taime.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/3823868205087833865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/3823868205087833865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/05/je-taime.html' title='Je T&apos;Aime'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952962617280587097.post-6988148205677787262</id><published>2009-05-16T20:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T20:40:37.971-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ILY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://blogskins.com/info/268478"&gt;http://blogskins.com/info/268478&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalalalalalaI'MGOINGTODOMAKEICONSlalalalaBYE.bth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952962617280587097-6988148205677787262?l=eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/feeds/6988148205677787262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/05/ily.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/6988148205677787262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/6988148205677787262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/05/ily.html' title='ILY'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952962617280587097.post-3886997873747693540</id><published>2009-05-16T20:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T20:13:30.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cupcake</title><content type='html'>"The only thing a one-handed man can't do is the hokey pokey." &lt;strong&gt;loving zx's pm!! &lt;/strong&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in sway-chick's house right now. Dad flew off to Phuket this morning and since Mum flew off Friday to KL, I'm a &lt;strong&gt;latchkey kid&lt;/strong&gt;!!! O: haha jk. so at 12.30 sway-chick, sway-sim, the lil' prince and I are going to centralworld for lunch. they need to buy some stuff too, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanting to make a skin! sher just submitted like one thousand of them ;O lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952962617280587097-3886997873747693540?l=eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/feeds/3886997873747693540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/05/cupcake.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/3886997873747693540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/3886997873747693540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/05/cupcake.html' title='Cupcake'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952962617280587097.post-8192552433678080384</id><published>2009-05-15T23:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T23:28:53.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Emma-Watson.Net June Calendar Competition</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sg5cmizFNLI/AAAAAAAACQk/ZrplQo4Rq0E/s1600-h/emma+watson+june+calendar.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336304425726457010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sg5cmizFNLI/AAAAAAAACQk/ZrplQo4Rq0E/s320/emma+watson+june+calendar.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think? Please leave a tag to tell me how to improve! Each person has 3 entries max so there's still 2 chances left for me ;D &lt;a href="http://emma-watson.net/index.php?subaction=showfull&amp;amp;id=1242323648&amp;amp;archive=&amp;amp;start_from=&amp;amp;ucat=1"&gt;see here for more details.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952962617280587097-8192552433678080384?l=eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/feeds/8192552433678080384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/05/emma-watsonnet-june-calendar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/8192552433678080384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/8192552433678080384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/05/emma-watsonnet-june-calendar.html' title='Emma-Watson.Net June Calendar Competition'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sg5cmizFNLI/AAAAAAAACQk/ZrplQo4Rq0E/s72-c/emma+watson+june+calendar.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952962617280587097.post-8147108009878729496</id><published>2009-05-15T22:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T22:30:16.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lucky You</title><content type='html'>*clap clap clap* And the Oscar goes to... &lt;a href="http://blogskins.com/info/268190/"&gt;vg/HEY STEPHEN&lt;/a&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;Off I go to do HP icons; toodles! {Still got homework, but I'm mentally sidestepping that. LOL.}&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952962617280587097-8147108009878729496?l=eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/feeds/8147108009878729496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/05/lucky-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/8147108009878729496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/8147108009878729496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/05/lucky-you.html' title='Lucky You'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952962617280587097.post-1727667421456381769</id><published>2009-05-15T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T21:40:41.891-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Didn't Say Half The Things I Wanted To</title><content type='html'>E.G. &lt;a href="http://gofugyourself.celebuzz.com/go_fug_yourself/2007/02/fug-the-cheerleader-fug-the-wo.html#more"&gt;&lt;em&gt;what the heck was Hayden thinking????&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Normally I'd cut the actors/actresses a little more slack for their fashion faux pas-es, but this time I fully agree with GFY. Either don't wear that dress, dear H.P., or don't wear the pants underneath 'em!!!! ): It was a total waste of that gorgeous summery dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to work on my &lt;em&gt;Hey Stephen &lt;/em&gt;navigational blogskin now, then do some Harry Potter icons from the site I stumbled upon: &lt;a href="http://www.celebuzz.com/harry-potter-half-blood-prince-s103651"&gt;http://www.celebuzz.com/harry-potter-half-blood-prince-s103651&lt;/a&gt;. (I also freely admit to sneaking a peek at the behind-the-scenes pics. ;D)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952962617280587097-1727667421456381769?l=eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/feeds/1727667421456381769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-didnt-say-half-things-i-wanted-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/1727667421456381769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/1727667421456381769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-didnt-say-half-things-i-wanted-to.html' title='I Didn&apos;t Say Half The Things I Wanted To'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952962617280587097.post-3684787670254660416</id><published>2009-05-15T06:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T06:29:58.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Did I Know</title><content type='html'>FB is deliberately lagging on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've calmed down. Too lazy to type what happened here. Am wearing tailored dress for dance. Will try to alter it. Not too happy considering there's the perfect dress waiting in Robinson's, but better than nothing. Will go do... something. BS if inspiration; if not, icons.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952962617280587097-3684787670254660416?l=eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/feeds/3684787670254660416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/05/little-did-i-know.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/3684787670254660416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/3684787670254660416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/05/little-did-i-know.html' title='Little Did I Know'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952962617280587097.post-698201911667094115</id><published>2009-05-15T03:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T03:23:46.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Viva La Vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sg1CpKYRB1I/AAAAAAAACPM/B3K1fR-c4rw/s1600-h/bazaar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335994408432109394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sg1CpKYRB1I/AAAAAAAACPM/B3K1fR-c4rw/s320/bazaar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; life must go on, no?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952962617280587097-698201911667094115?l=eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/feeds/698201911667094115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/05/viva-la-vida.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/698201911667094115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/698201911667094115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/05/viva-la-vida.html' title='Viva La Vida'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sg1CpKYRB1I/AAAAAAAACPM/B3K1fR-c4rw/s72-c/bazaar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952962617280587097.post-452805368040562197</id><published>2009-05-15T02:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T02:51:30.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anna</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;When the world is falling&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And grief reigns&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is it okay to laugh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And smile?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When the clouds open&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And the storm starts&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is it okay to laugh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And smile?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When grief comes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And knocks on your door&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Must I be swallowed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;by darkness?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;God, open up my mind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Help me see the light&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When a death is announced&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is it okay to try and live?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I pray that she finds her way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To Your garden, God&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That we may join her some day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In Your paradise&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But for now we must remain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So in our hearts she'll stay&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Please, God, show me the way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Through the storm to the rainbow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When we are here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And she is there-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is it okay to laugh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And smile?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brain's not working, but I do hope that somewhere, God hears my poem. My baby cousin Anna Sim died this morning when I was on the school bus. She had an extra chromosome. (If I'm not wrong, it's #13- very rare.) Most babies with her condition don't last 2.5 days, but with God's grace she lived to see about 6.5 days. Thank you, God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pray for Anna. I didn't get the chance to see her when she was a baby, let alone watch her grow up like I saw my other cousins do. I just wish that I could have been there. I know she was a brilliant and strong girl to have made it through so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm confused... When something so hard as death hits you, all the books and movies can tell you that the expected thing to do is cry and be sad. But is that the right thing? Is it a crime if somebody says something funny and you laugh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952962617280587097-452805368040562197?l=eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/feeds/452805368040562197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/05/anna.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/452805368040562197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/452805368040562197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/05/anna.html' title='Anna'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952962617280587097.post-1505130345842457054</id><published>2009-05-14T05:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T05:07:08.928-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Tell Me 'Bout Your Dreams</title><content type='html'>Seriously, I think when I grow up and start working I'll miss those days when you MSN, "do you like him as a friend?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And those k-i-s-s-i-n-g stuff, even though I want to kill the person who made it up. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How girly are you?&lt;br /&gt;Below 40: Not girly&lt;br /&gt;Above 40: Girly&lt;br /&gt;Above 55: Paris Hilton [&lt;strong&gt;my ultimate goal! Jk ;D&lt;/strong&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] My fingernails/toenails are almost always painted.&lt;br /&gt;[] During the summer pretty much the only shoes I wear are flip flops.&lt;br /&gt;[] My favorite toy as a child were barbies.&lt;br /&gt;[] My favorite color is pink or purple.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I took dance/gymnastics.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I love skirts/dresses&lt;br /&gt;[x] Shops at the mall.&lt;br /&gt;[] Hollister/Abercrombie is my favourite place to shop.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Tight jeans are the only jeans I’ll wear.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I love chocolate&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL SO FAR: 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I straighten my hair.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I have at least 8 facebook pictures.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I usually go shopping once a week.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I love to hang out with friends.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have a real diamond ring or diamond necklace.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've gone to a tanning salon.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I have got atleast 10 pairs of shoes&lt;br /&gt;[] I watch(ed) either The OC, Laguna Beach OR Desperate Housewives.&lt;br /&gt;[x ] I change my profile weekly.&lt;br /&gt;[] I have worn a shower cap.&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL SO FAR: 10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I would NEVER step foot into Hot Topic.&lt;br /&gt;[] My cell phone might as well become a part of me.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I wear mascara everyday.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've been or am on a diet.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Bathing suits are adorable.&lt;br /&gt;[] I don't know the difference between a sheep and a goat.(sheep have FLEECE!)&lt;br /&gt;[x] Tattoos are gross.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I have gotten my nails done.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Big sunglasses are hot&lt;br /&gt;[x] I own over 10 purses.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] MuchMusic is my one of my favorite channels. (uhhhhh....?)&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL SO FAR: 14&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] I like to talk about boys.&lt;br /&gt;[x ] I love to have other people do my hair.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I like to give and receive hugs from all my friends.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I hate bugs. (phobia!)&lt;br /&gt;[x] Carnivals are so fun&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Summer is THE best season.&lt;br /&gt;[] My swimsuit has 2 pieces.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I'm waiting for my knight in shining armor.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Musicians are hot.(sometimes, it depends)&lt;br /&gt;[x] You write me a poem and tell me I'm beautiful and I'm all yours.(more like I'll tell you you're gay..)&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL SO FAR: 22&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] I'm self-conscious.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I cry often.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] My room smells like vanilla/lavendar.&lt;br /&gt;[x] My dishes get washed more than once a week.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I don't do sports unless dance/gymnastics = sport&lt;br /&gt;[ x] I HATE to run.&lt;br /&gt;[x ] squeal when I am surprised.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I eat dried fruit as a snack.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Has seen and read Twilight series.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Robert Pattison/ Zac Efron is soo CUTE!&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL SO FAR: 30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] I dance a lot.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I usually spend over an hour to get ready to leave my house&lt;br /&gt;[x] My hair is important.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I love to get dressed up.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Every part of my outfit needs to match.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I talk on the phone at least once a day to my friends.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I'd love to have a photo shoot of myself.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] The price on clothes hardly matters.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I apply lipgloss 50 times a day.&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL SO FAR: 35&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I wish I could meet Paris Hilton.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I wanted or have been something that was slutty on Halloween.&lt;br /&gt;[x ] R&amp;amp;B is the best music.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I pop my collar.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Guys with Mohawks are GROSS!&lt;br /&gt;[ x] Horses are beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I never pay attention in school.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Puppies are adorable&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL SO FAR: 39&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x ] I speak IM.&lt;br /&gt;[] I would love to visit Hawaii.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Valentine's day is so cute!&lt;br /&gt;[x ] White is better than black.&lt;br /&gt;[x ] I wouldn't be caught dead in all black.&lt;br /&gt;[x] My closet is STOCK FULL of clothes.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I hate the grunge look of a beard.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I love flowers.&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL SO FAR: 46&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x ] I love to doodle.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I love Celine Dion.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] My baths are 2 hours long.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] My wedding only needs a groom because it's already planned.&lt;br /&gt;[x] My friends and I are in a strict group. We mostly only hang out with each other.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Diet drinks are the best.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have been a vegetarian.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I refuse to eat at McDonald's.&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL SO FAR: 48&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] I check my facebook every day. (almost, practically)&lt;br /&gt;[x] I have a lot of jewelry.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Only has gold jewelry&lt;br /&gt;[x] My screen name[s] has/had x's in them.&lt;br /&gt;[x] One of my msn names has/had &lt;3/♥'s in them.&lt;br /&gt;[x ] I would never want to be the opposite sex.&lt;br /&gt;[] I have more than 3 pillows on my bed.&lt;br /&gt;OVERALL TOTAL: 53&lt;br /&gt;GIRLY :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zomg same score as sher!!!! okay back to hw. I PROMISED.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952962617280587097-1505130345842457054?l=eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/feeds/1505130345842457054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/05/you-tell-me-bout-your-dreams.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/1505130345842457054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/1505130345842457054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/05/you-tell-me-bout-your-dreams.html' title='You Tell Me &apos;Bout Your Dreams'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952962617280587097.post-5202424277441630858</id><published>2009-05-14T04:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T04:55:40.007-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Him And His Pretty Eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Isotoner-Classic-Satin-Slippers-WHITE/dp/B000HDBLOO/ref=sr_1_55?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=shoes&amp;amp;qid=1242300547&amp;amp;sr=1-55"&gt;I really want these satin ballet flats!!!!&lt;/a&gt; My mother was okay with it but she said, "Remember, it's in America," because it's on Amazon.com. But still, I searched in the Under $25 section, &lt;u&gt;with &lt;/u&gt;discounts!! oh, what the heck. they're going on my wishlist, along with those eva ibbotson books I was drooling over. she's become my all-time favourite author. I mean, if you look 'romance' up in the dictionary, it practically has her name on it!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[dammit, pretty eyes doesn't have fb. hahahahahhahaha]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sorry, inside joke... NIMARTA AND I WANT HIS PRETTY EYES. okay I shall stop there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay I'm still rofling. SORREEEEEEE!! for further reference go fb and see my status hahahahahahaha I can't stop laughing! grah hysterical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, I've stopped laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*cough*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEED TO DO MY HOMEWORK. mum was printing out some of her stuff until it was nearly 6. and since then (52 minutes!!!) I've been slacking my butt off :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOOPS FOR HEARTS TODAY! for more info go pinigr.edublogs.org, it'll spill all :D I GOT 4 HOOPS! *does little tribal dance* 4!!! SO AWESOME. and huttner got 0. ;D tata got 2 and nimarta 3. I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRETTY EYES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"His genes are unfair!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahaha. oops hyper again. I feel like tata when she starts randomly laughing in the middle of nothing when we're in the locker room. HAHAHAHA okay I must stop before you guys think I'm a lunatic. (or am I too late?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also updated middlee astandi today. 2 posts!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay homework here I come...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRETTY EYES!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952962617280587097-5202424277441630858?l=eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/feeds/5202424277441630858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-really-want-these-satin-ballet-flats.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/5202424277441630858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/5202424277441630858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-really-want-these-satin-ballet-flats.html' title='Him And His Pretty Eyes'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952962617280587097.post-456741534522483068</id><published>2009-05-13T03:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T03:06:09.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All This Time I Was Wasting Hoping You Would Come Around</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everybody knows what you want&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;They've been watching you since the first day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And now everybody knows you can't have it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You can just hear what they're gonna say, hey hey hey&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a random poem-song thing I wrote. Can you imagine how it feels, for everybody to know what you've been thirsting for- only for something bad to happen, and suddenly everybody also knows that you &lt;em&gt;can't &lt;/em&gt;have it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And you got to share some secrets, and I'm tired of being last to know, oh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GTG. Tuition.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952962617280587097-456741534522483068?l=eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/feeds/456741534522483068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/05/all-this-time-i-was-wasting-hoping-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/456741534522483068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/456741534522483068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/05/all-this-time-i-was-wasting-hoping-you.html' title='All This Time I Was Wasting Hoping You Would Come Around'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952962617280587097.post-7506686456377610970</id><published>2009-05-10T05:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T05:11:43.814-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meme</title><content type='html'>Instructions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Place your iTunes on shuffle and take the first 25 songs you get. Post a lyric from each of the songs and get your friends to guess the song and artist/e. No cheating with lyric searches.&lt;br /&gt;Then tag others.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ching Ying: IT'S 25, DUFUS, NOT 20! ;D lazybones.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'll do 20 too. COS I DON'T HAVE TIME. My mum just yelled to remind me so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;One more day all on my own/One more day with him not caring&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;I took a chance/I took a shot&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes you reach what's realest by making believe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cos it's too late to escape/Might as well face it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chasing love when nothing's there/Here I go just making the same mistake&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Won't you share a part of a weary heart that has lived a million lives?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't say you dream of my face/You don't like me, you just like the chase&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're here in my heart &lt;/em&gt;[DEAD GIVEAWAY!! YOU KNOW THIS!!]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can't somebody take me home, hahaheeheehahaho&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nobody ever made me feel this way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you're lost, you can look and you will find me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ignorant fool! this brave young suitor, sharing in my triumph! &lt;/em&gt;[Tata...]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Through the summer and the fall/We had each other, that was all&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I can't feel anything anymore/I need your touch to remind me I'm still real&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Want to see you move your body&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Boy I like having fun&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;All your life you'll dream of this lovely, lovely night&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I said, Romeo take me somewhere we can be alone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;And must I face the truth alone?/Is this the end of all I've known?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Say you'll share with me one love, one lifetime &lt;/em&gt;[Tata...]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;There. GTG!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952962617280587097-7506686456377610970?l=eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/feeds/7506686456377610970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/05/meme.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/7506686456377610970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/7506686456377610970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/05/meme.html' title='Meme'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952962617280587097.post-2088154157041919786</id><published>2009-05-10T04:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T04:57:21.684-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Just Walk Away</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/michellebranch/areyouhappynow.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Michelle Branch- ARE YOU HAPPY NOW&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Now, don’t just walk away&lt;br /&gt;Pretending everything’s ok&lt;br /&gt;And you don’t care&lt;br /&gt;about me&lt;br /&gt;And I know there’s just no use&lt;br /&gt;When all your lies become your&lt;br /&gt;truths and I don’t care... yeah, yeah, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could you look me in the eye&lt;br /&gt;And tell me that you’re happy now, ohhh, ohhh&lt;br /&gt;Would you tell it to my&lt;br /&gt;face or have I been erased,&lt;br /&gt;Are you happy now?&lt;br /&gt;Are you happy now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You took all there was to take,&lt;br /&gt;And left me with an empty plate&lt;br /&gt;And you don’t care about it, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;And I am givin' up this game&lt;br /&gt;I’m&lt;br /&gt;leaving you with all the blame cause I don’t care, yeah, yeah yeah,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could you look me in the eye?&lt;br /&gt;And tell me that you’re happy now,&lt;br /&gt;oohh oohhh&lt;br /&gt;Would you tell it to my face or have I been erased,&lt;br /&gt;Are you&lt;br /&gt;happy now? Ohhh, ohhhh&lt;br /&gt;Are you happy now?&lt;br /&gt;Are you happy now? yeah, yeah,&lt;br /&gt;yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you really have everything you want?&lt;br /&gt;You can't ever give&lt;br /&gt;somethin' you ain't got&lt;br /&gt;You can’t run away from yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could you&lt;br /&gt;look me in the eye?&lt;br /&gt;and tell me that you're happy now, yeah, yeah&lt;br /&gt;come&lt;br /&gt;on, tell it to my face or have i been replaced,&lt;br /&gt;are you happy now? Ohhh,&lt;br /&gt;ohhhh&lt;br /&gt;are you happy now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you look me in the eye?&lt;br /&gt;Could you&lt;br /&gt;look me in the eye?&lt;br /&gt;I’ve had all that I can take&lt;br /&gt;I'm not about to break&lt;br /&gt;Cause I’m happy now, ohhh, ohhh&lt;br /&gt;Are you happy now? &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving that song! Except there's almost no official version for it, excluding live versions (which I hate because of the applause and everything, and rude people talking near the camera) and the music video (which has this funny beginning). Hoping I can find an OK version to download.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want to create a new blogskin for this blog but it rained heavily last night and just now so my mother says I'd better bathe before the electricity goes off again, just like it sometimes does with heavy rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Updates!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FRIDAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to CentralWorld, arrived at 11. Nimarta and Nimanee arrived at 11.15 and Tata at 11.30. Mita'd decided she didn't want to come after all, which was a major disappoitment. Went to Info to ask about studios but apparently &lt;u&gt;there ARE NO STUDIOS at CentralWorld&lt;/u&gt;, except for this family thing where you have to dress like Japanese and we didn't really want to do that.&lt;br /&gt;So we ate fries at McD (lol cute abbrieviation, huh? ;D), walked around and ate lunch at this really cool place called Pizza Pizza on lvl 6. I've never been there before but the pizza was quite good! Really large, though. Felt sooo full after that.&lt;br /&gt;Then walked around some more. Managed to find Ten &amp;amp; Co. by some miracle (because CW is so big and Ten &amp;amp; Co. is tucked away in a teeeny corner on lvl 2) and by another miracle it was having a SALE! So Nimarta, Tata and I bought stuff. Me*: a blue peasant top, a neon pink thin belt and a black tee for Mother's Day. Nimarta: a pink peasant top, matching mine. Tata: a polo tee? I think so.&lt;br /&gt;Then we walked around some more, stumbled into -speak of the devil!- F at Forever 21, where F was looking at 1000-baht dresses and telling us that they were not bad and we should try them (*cough* yes, on a nearly-300-baht budget, tell me how?), quickly escaped to ZARA where sadly it was very depressing because even the tank tops were expensive.&lt;br /&gt;Then we ate ice cream at DQ. Then went home.&lt;br /&gt;Well, not really &lt;em&gt;home...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Nimarta, I'm so sorry, but after we'd all left my dad decided he wanted to get a stamp on my receipt for a discount on the parking price, so he let me go back to Ten &amp;amp; Co. and I decided to buy that pink top after all. Same as you. Hope we don't wear it on the same Alternate Dress Day!! Also bought gorgeous pink-red skinny jeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The retreat for CCD.&lt;br /&gt;REALLY INSPIRATIONAL QUOTE, Matthew 4: 13-16. Recommended it to Thomas for catechism but he says they use it all the time for rite of something- the one after confirmation (oops, I forgot XD). It says something about all of us being the salt of the earth and the light of the world and that we shouldn't hide that light, we should SHINE :D just like Stephen in &lt;em&gt;Hey Stephen &lt;/em&gt;(oh, whatEVS).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got kind of grumpy after that, though, because (a) I really wanted to go Platinum for some destressing but my dad wouldn't let me, and (b) some people had been really infuriating at the retreat even though, *reminds myself* &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I AM TRYING TO BE A MORE GRACEFUL PERSON WHO DOESN'T GOSSIP AND TALK BAD BEHIND PEOPLE'S BACKS EVEN IF THEY'RE NOT VERY NICE&lt;/span&gt;. Ahem. So I shall start. (That was my penance yesterday, and I already broke it when I left. I MUST TRY HARDER!!!!) (Even my thoughts kind of violate that.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so went emporium, cos we needed to buy those anti-fungi thing for my boots, as well as some more socks. the special kind that look like they're made of pantyhose material or whatever, except they're shaped like ballet shoes or something, and you just slip them on. they're much thinner (and much more break-able D: ) than real socks, but they're the only ones that fit with my sneakers and *boots* :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also grudgingly bought magenta-plum-y tights. which are so awesome. and when I got home and tried them on it it cheered me right up because I looked so much like an elf in them. (New elf outfit: yellow Zara top, purple tights, brown fringe boots, crazy expression.) Got my dad to take a picture of me posing on the bench near the door, will post it to FB as my display pic once I actually download it :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last CCD class! boohoo*cough*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got really mad here too because &lt;strong&gt;I hate it when people take one look at Asians, and they think, English is &lt;em&gt;not &lt;/em&gt;their first language and they can't understand us, hahahaha&lt;/strong&gt;. It's really sad because hello? &lt;em&gt;We can so read better than many of you. Take that. &lt;/em&gt;I'm sorry. I'M VIOLATING MY PROMISE AGAIN!!!!! I am such a bad person, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to emporium to buy bread, &lt;em&gt;girlfriend &lt;/em&gt;(purely unintentional but it looked really promising and it is NOT a fluffy magazine, seriously, it actually has cool articles about stuff like The Edward Effect, which I am clearly suffering from), roses for mum (haha sneaky sneaky- she was so surprised when my dad turned up with them) and takeaway lunch for mum and dad (I had kfc leftovers!! :D).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went home to eat, slack, do a bit of homework and 4 GG icons. following which we went to bumrungrad hospital (which I cheerily dub the bum hospital, pardon my French ;D). &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;GOT MY RETAINERS!! NO MORE BRACES!!&lt;/span&gt; I SOUND LIKE A BANANA!! THEY FEEL FUNNY!! I half wish I had my braces back because they're so much more comfortable, but it's worth it to actually see my teeth again after more than a year of separation (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went to the eye specialist to check about my sty (it's a thing in the eye, by the way, not the thing pigs muck around in, thank you very much). He said that if I chose to go for an operation, it would be around 10 minutes and there's a 2% chance of it ever coming back. AKA, the operation would be 98%-likely to be permanent, no scars. awesome. we're &lt;em&gt;planning &lt;/em&gt;to have it done over the summer. nervous!! but also happy knowing it won't be back. (besides, then when I go back to NY mrs. wong won't keep asking me why my left eye still looks funny. I remember getting a little tired of telling her I can't help it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now blogging cos I've finished all homework due mon &amp;amp; tues. still got 11-2 and lab report for wednesday. uh oh ): kind of looking forward to lab report though, strange as it sounds. it's kind of fun ;D if confusing at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I am being contradictory!!! anyway off to do icons then bathe. quick icons. &lt;em&gt;quick&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952962617280587097-2088154157041919786?l=eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/feeds/2088154157041919786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/05/dont-just-walk-away.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/2088154157041919786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/2088154157041919786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/05/dont-just-walk-away.html' title='Don&apos;t Just Walk Away'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952962617280587097.post-7143030764678629247</id><published>2009-05-08T05:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T05:46:23.928-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Used To Call Me Baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Rv3QncnJhmI"&gt;Baby- Ally Heman&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Rv3QncnJhmI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Rv3QncnJhmI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your glare feels like the heat of the arizona sun&lt;br /&gt;it makes me want to get up, turn my back, and run&lt;br /&gt;my skin just crawls, when i am anywhere near you&lt;br /&gt;i guess i'm just confused.. i'm thinking lies are truths&lt;br /&gt;when i know you better&lt;br /&gt;i should know better&lt;br /&gt;better than the broken heart love letter&lt;br /&gt;i feel like i don't know you&lt;br /&gt;let alone myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;i don't know who i am anymore&lt;br /&gt;since you walked out on me&lt;br /&gt;i forgot about the person that&lt;br /&gt;i'm supposed to be&lt;br /&gt;i hate the feel of remembering the feel&lt;br /&gt;of when you called me baby&lt;br /&gt;i know this can't be&lt;br /&gt;this could not possibly be real&lt;br /&gt;you used to call me baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still remember how you pushed your lips to mine&lt;br /&gt;i can't forget it you drove me out of my mind&lt;br /&gt;you made me feel, like i was flying like a bird&lt;br /&gt;i really trusted you.. i believed your every word&lt;br /&gt;but i was better&lt;br /&gt;i loved you better&lt;br /&gt;better than the way you used to let her&lt;br /&gt;it's like i never knew you&lt;br /&gt;cuz i don't know myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;i don't know who i am anymore&lt;br /&gt;since you walked out on me&lt;br /&gt;i forgot about the person that&lt;br /&gt;i'm supposed to be&lt;br /&gt;i hate the feel of remembering the feel&lt;br /&gt;of when you called me baby&lt;br /&gt;i know this can't be&lt;br /&gt;this could not possibly be real&lt;br /&gt;you used to call me baby&lt;br /&gt;baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the sound of my heart breaking&lt;br /&gt;with every note you hum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you used to call me baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;truly heartbreaking, tearjerking and inspirational.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952962617280587097-7143030764678629247?l=eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/feeds/7143030764678629247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/05/you-used-to-call-me-baby.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/7143030764678629247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/7143030764678629247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/05/you-used-to-call-me-baby.html' title='You Used To Call Me Baby'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952962617280587097.post-5919619829397675495</id><published>2009-05-06T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T07:20:50.171-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heartbreak Hotel</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I just suddenly realized I don't know much about you. Okay, maybe I've known that for so very long but I've been trying to dodge that truth. Facebook just helped me by smacking the truth in my face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanted to update but it's nearly 9.30 and I should've turned this off like half an hour ago. truthfully I only switched it on to listen to &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/allysmusic14"&gt;ally heman&lt;/a&gt;. check her songs out, she's a great songwriter/singer!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952962617280587097-5919619829397675495?l=eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/feeds/5919619829397675495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/05/heartbreak-hotel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/5919619829397675495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/5919619829397675495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/05/heartbreak-hotel.html' title='Heartbreak Hotel'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952962617280587097.post-8444036785257222702</id><published>2009-05-04T23:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T23:51:24.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Drive-Through Romance</title><content type='html'>113 posts to go and 11-2-Armageddon is no more! Dead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dead? As in?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dead dead. As in, really dead."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To quote Size Doesn't Matter, however rephrased it might be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and to quote Gossip Girl (♥!!)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hi! Dan! Jenny! .... TREE!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL sorry that was so random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Platinum today (got up at 8.45, left house at 9.30) and only stayed for an hour! The miraculous thing was, I only got 2 items and both were on my wishlist. Wow, self control much? ;D haha. My April savings are all gone and so is (probably) most of my May savings. *cough* I bought... *drumroll, pleeaz!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;om&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the gorgeous fringed boots!!&lt;/strong&gt; I wanted the grey/black (my choices 2 and 3 out of 4 colours), but ironically they didn't have size 40 in those, they only had 40 in cream (choice 1) and dark brown (choice 4). you'd think I'd have bought the cream (it looked so beyewtiful!) but sensibility got the better of me and I bought the dark brown. so gorgeous anyway! dad bargained the price down by more than a hundred baht, I think. thank goodness. but it's still very ex. which explains why I promised to forgo the rest of my april savings for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a gorgeous black mostly-matte vest!!&lt;/strong&gt; sorry to use 'gorgeous' again, but there's no other word to describe it. the girl at the shop helped me adjust it and it fits so well now! :D yesss! using may savings to pay for it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/om&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalalalaala!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mum's coming back today from singapore. dad says I should wear my boots and surprise her :D (cos she didn't want to buy them for me. *cough* *looks away*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and and and! you know that butterfly necklace I posted here once? (the one chingying wanted? *cough*) I told you guys it broke, right? (the chain just snapped at school. pfft.) I came up with a brill plan! since it was so beautiful (silver fluidy chains and brown shiny butterfly charms), I used pliers and took out all the butterflies and made 3 pairs of earrings! one for my mum and two for myself. the last one is really pretty: I used two different-length silver chains as well as rainbow glass beads for a super-long dangling design :D it's almost like the rain in the sun one from TGB (but less pretty XD cos I'm no expert).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will post pics here once I make up my mind to get off my butt and get the camera. haha. first up: jt's moses pictures!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[/edit] I'm so dumb, I posted this to Art Collab.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952962617280587097-8444036785257222702?l=eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/feeds/8444036785257222702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/05/drive-through-romance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/8444036785257222702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/8444036785257222702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/05/drive-through-romance.html' title='Drive-Through Romance'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952962617280587097.post-8013046952601329395</id><published>2009-05-03T01:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T01:49:36.241-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Weekend's Gone Past Its Speed Limit</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sweetpurity&lt;/strong&gt; cancelled her account &amp;amp; &lt;strong&gt;justine&lt;/strong&gt;'s quit blogging.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, 'tis a depressing day indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the weekend's gone by so fast! before I know it, &lt;strong&gt;gossip girl disc 4 &lt;/strong&gt;is finished and disc 5 has been passed over; &lt;strong&gt;mita &lt;/strong&gt;has gone and bought her dress for the dance despite telling us she was going to shop for it with us; saturday's &lt;strong&gt;dinner with sher &amp;amp; family &lt;/strong&gt;is already over; and &lt;strong&gt;TOMORROW'S MONDAYBLUESDAY. &lt;/strong&gt;darn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good thing is, the day AFTER bluesday is &lt;strong&gt;tuesday the holiday&lt;/strong&gt;, and my dad has promised that if I wake up early he'll bring me to platinum. yesss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since my mum's in singapore and will be returning tuesday, my &lt;em&gt;original &lt;/em&gt;plan for this weekend was to go platinum and get those fringed boots I've been drooling over. however, while I remembered that my dad in a good mood will sponsor most of the random stuff I feel like buying, I overlooked the fact that that's mostly in spacious, A/C-&lt;em&gt;filled &lt;/em&gt;areas like Emporium, not packed-like-sardines-but-still-A/C-ed drool-till-you-drop places like Platinum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yesterday we went Emporium and bought a pink cosmetics case for sway-sim and a matching one for mum, as well as a photo frame for the picture of joseph &amp;amp; I that sway-chick just developed. dinner was spent with chips, pizza, kfc, football and &lt;strong&gt;gossip girl&lt;/strong&gt;. mmm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, we went to church- 2nd last CCD class! this saturday's our retreat. grrrr. plus confession. "my last confession was... some time ago." I don't even remember. eek! after church we went to emporium, where we got joseph this &lt;em&gt;adorable &lt;/em&gt;shirt that says &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Don't Bug Me!&lt;/span&gt; as well as the cutest monkey plush toy you ever saw. I named it &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Moses the Monkey&lt;/span&gt;, because Moses sounds like Mosef which sounds like Joseph. right??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hung out with joseph for about one-two hours eating ummm! milk ice cream and just hugging him, until his good mood expired and he decided he &lt;em&gt;didn't &lt;/em&gt;want to sleep. however, before the crying bout, sway chick managed to take a cute pic of him cuddling moses, and I'm going to post it next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went back home where I touched up my nails and nearly fell asleep on the bed. put on a hydrating mask thing, which was so cold it woke me right up. turned on A/C and internet, and here I am now! needing to compose my To-Do list cos I forgot all about h/w. thank goodness I don't have much to do- &lt;em&gt;I think&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Grace's Sunday Rush To-Do List:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Finish 'Pobre Ana' by Monday; be ready for quiz. (YESSS! NO MORE ANA!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Work on G.S. Reflection- this is optional though, because we'll have class time to work on it on Monday. I need to check how much I've done exactly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Spoke Diagram for Humanities, due Wednesday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Check 11-7 if I'm feeling hardworking. I'm 99% sure I got the last two questions wrong because I had no idea what the hell they were talking about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Do background research for &lt;em&gt;Dreamers of the Day &lt;/em&gt;and post to M.A.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;There!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now I need to GETTOWORK!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952962617280587097-8013046952601329395?l=eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/feeds/8013046952601329395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/05/weekends-gone-past-its-speed-limit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/8013046952601329395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952962617280587097/posts/default/8013046952601329395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleventoarmageddon.blogspot.com/2009/05/weekends-gone-past-its-speed-limit.html' title='The Weekend&apos;s Gone Past Its Speed Limit'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
