<?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-1076459861151355812</id><updated>2012-02-08T22:49:49.829+08:00</updated><category term='jeffrey lightfoot'/><category term='If love is meant for me and you ♥'/><category term='Jeff Hardy'/><category term='dad'/><category term='Faris Azienuddin'/><category term='I&apos;ve a 64 mb memory'/><category term='Little thoughts'/><category term='yes you . 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It is only be the thought that I'm losing someone I need the same way I lost "I". This scene plays on repeat, it is only all so familiar. I'm not gonna lie, I need you. Cuz you were there right from the start, d'you even remember how we met? D'you even remember the things you said to me? Funny how I'm the one reminiscing the times now, when it was outright obvious that you liked me. You liked me for the most of the 6 months, but you kept silence. I can't do anything if you choose to do so. Now, I am losing you. I LOST YOU. You call me immature, anything you prefer. Deleting you was smart. It was the best choice that I could offer myself. You don't expect me to kill myself at the thought of seeing all love notes you have with her or whatsoever. What I hate most, is how all your friends are protecting her. Wtf did I do to her now? Did I un friend her? Did I block her? Did I even show her any attitude when she goes by me? NO. I didn't do that yet all the boys are up to defend her. That hurts the most - especially how replacing me looked all so easy. Losing you.......hits me hard. And it's sad to say, I feel we'll end up the same way I did with "I". The irreparable silence between him &amp;amp; I for 2 straight years. I lost you. And it is only now times of you with me, the "mushroom" times, is all so valuable to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;In all honesty? I don't think we'll ever be friends again, not in this life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Huge contradiction to my title perhaps, but while jotting these thoughts down, no, it is only if you have feelings for me will we even converse again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;You like me. But you have feelings for her. I know that. And I'm facing up to it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Your departure is the extension of detriment to my emotions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I will grow up. I may miss you, blog about you, talk about you, but this honestly doesn't mean I want you or that I still harp on the feelings I have for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;XX&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076459861151355812-2860705037101687018?l=blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/feeds/2860705037101687018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076459861151355812&amp;postID=2860705037101687018&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076459861151355812/posts/default/2860705037101687018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076459861151355812/posts/default/2860705037101687018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/2012/02/maybe-well-be-friends-again-10-years.html' title='Maybe we&apos;ll be friends again, 10 years down the road'/><author><name>Chloe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_axg0p8f4tmA/TTVS_rZZ4NI/AAAAAAAACuE/TPNb3LC0QiY/S220/hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076459861151355812.post-2611404439624470775</id><published>2012-02-07T17:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-07T17:54:20.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Loved you once lost you twice</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Of all the people to lose, I had to lose you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076459861151355812-2611404439624470775?l=blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/feeds/2611404439624470775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076459861151355812&amp;postID=2611404439624470775&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076459861151355812/posts/default/2611404439624470775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076459861151355812/posts/default/2611404439624470775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/2012/02/loved-you-once-lost-you-twice.html' title='Loved you once lost you twice'/><author><name>Chloe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_axg0p8f4tmA/TTVS_rZZ4NI/AAAAAAAACuE/TPNb3LC0QiY/S220/hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076459861151355812.post-3009963378232488633</id><published>2012-01-30T21:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T21:39:34.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A memory you never had</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;安静 - 周杰伦&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;只剩下钢琴陪我谈了一天 &lt;br /&gt;睡着的大提琴 安静的旧旧的 &lt;br /&gt;我想你已表现的非常明白 &lt;br /&gt;我懂我也知道 你没有舍不得 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你说你也会难过我不相信 &lt;br /&gt;牵着你陪着我 也只是曾经 &lt;br /&gt;希望他是真的比我还要爱你 &lt;br /&gt;我才会逼自己离开 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你要我说多难堪 我根本不想分开 &lt;br /&gt;为什么还要我用微笑来带过 &lt;br /&gt;我没有这种天份 包容你也接受他 &lt;br /&gt;不用担心的太多 我会一直好好过 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你已经远远离开 我也会慢慢走开 &lt;br /&gt;为什么我连分开都迁就着你 &lt;br /&gt;我真的没有天份 安静的没这么快 &lt;br /&gt;我会学着放弃你 是因为我太爱你&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076459861151355812-3009963378232488633?l=blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/feeds/3009963378232488633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076459861151355812&amp;postID=3009963378232488633&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076459861151355812/posts/default/3009963378232488633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076459861151355812/posts/default/3009963378232488633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/2012/01/memory-you-never-had.html' title='A memory you never had'/><author><name>Chloe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_axg0p8f4tmA/TTVS_rZZ4NI/AAAAAAAACuE/TPNb3LC0QiY/S220/hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076459861151355812.post-8402817944927999957</id><published>2012-01-19T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T22:04:57.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy birthday hun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-u2HuOV_T-h4/TxgdHeCsy_I/AAAAAAAAC2I/4B8TD40THWM/s640/blogger-image-260651617.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hi Hun,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy legal birthday. I'm in immense guilt for missing out on the actual day to actually give you a wish. Ever since 2007, I know I never missed a year wishing you. Even if I wasn't first, I tried to be the last to end your birthday. This year, however, on 15th Jan 23:57 whilst patiently waiting to be the first, I fell asleep. Ha ha. So I wanted to be the last to end it, and at 23:55 I started playing Diamond Dash and I uh.... saw the clock it was 12:03 17th Jan. OMG. Guilty like, I don't know how to say....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I decided to dedicate a blog post to you instead :)&lt;br /&gt;Let everyone know how awesome you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;HA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;PPY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;18T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;H BIR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;THD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;AY AG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;AIN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for everything..... since Sec 1 up till now. Confiding in you even till now when I have problems and you're always there. You're the best thing I had found again, saying that cuz I forever will remember that I almost lost you as a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, well I'm glad we're talking on such constant terms these days. I don't even talk to any AI people as much as I talk to you now. I guess it's all thanks to soccer, once in a while at least we have a conversation :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do well in your studies, let's go out for another match one day alright.&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; Love you always&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. :) XX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5xrfo6xI3FA/Txghxj0wmdI/AAAAAAAAC2Q/QD2bRo-cCe4/s640/149151_1610743982429_1051120547_31688892_7591324_n.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;HAHAHA SORRY I JUST HAD TO. :P&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mwah mwah. xx&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;p/s: sorry for being late :-( &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076459861151355812-8402817944927999957?l=blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/feeds/8402817944927999957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076459861151355812&amp;postID=8402817944927999957&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076459861151355812/posts/default/8402817944927999957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076459861151355812/posts/default/8402817944927999957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/2012/01/happy-birthday-hun.html' title='Happy birthday hun'/><author><name>Chloe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_axg0p8f4tmA/TTVS_rZZ4NI/AAAAAAAACuE/TPNb3LC0QiY/S220/hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-u2HuOV_T-h4/TxgdHeCsy_I/AAAAAAAAC2I/4B8TD40THWM/s72-c/blogger-image-260651617.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076459861151355812.post-4307657627754605846</id><published>2011-12-26T20:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T20:59:45.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures and thoughts</title><content type='html'>Hello hope everyone's been doing good:) Merry Christmas to all and I'm sure many of you will enjoy boxing day today! All the yummy awesome presents! Life's been pretty fulfilling for me thus far. Made so many changes to my life. Learnt gradually what to share on the net, what not to. I've also learnt how to be matured towards handling things. This year is coming to an end. Well like always I'll do a rounding up post like the past 2 years. Sheesh, time sure does flies. So many things changed. Shall see the changes in my next post. 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A year since I blogged about The Dollah Kassim Award, the last time I blogged about it was 5 Dec 2010, you can view it &lt;a href="http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/2010/12/dollah-kassim-award.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. This award, is only a reminder I get that time flies really quick. I didn't round up my post last year as I didn't introduce the winner~ It was none other than&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt; Ammirul Emmran &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;:) If you guys have been reading the papers, Ammirul had his two-week training stint with Newcastle United in England and he sure had lots of fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/IMG_0328.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS YEAR WE HAVE 5 AWESOME BOYS UP FOR THE AWARD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/IMG_0345.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;From left: Adam Swandi, Dhukhilan Jeevamani, Fashah Iskandar, Illyas Lee, Faris Azienuddin&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;1) Dhukhilan Jeevamani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-AxNH4rB83Sk/TtNfAPb9jhI/AAAAAAAACz4/znWHrCO4pgQ/s640/blogger-image--1584458346.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-AxNH4rB83Sk/TtNfAPb9jhI/AAAAAAAACz4/znWHrCO4pgQ/s640/blogger-image--1584458346.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dhukhi is 16 this year and plays as a defender.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Left-back Dhukhi stepped up to don the skipper's armband in the National Under-16 team at this year's Lion City Cup, in the absence of Jeffrey Lightfoot, who was injured. And despite playing in an unfavoured centre-back position, the lanky defender shone with his brave, whole-hearted performances.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Have you guys watch Dhukhi played during the LCC this year? IF you did, you would have known how good he really was. SOOOOO, IF YOU THINK HE DESERVES THIS YEAR'S THE DOLLAH KASSIM AWARD, TEXT:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;TNPSPORTSDOLLAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;*SPACE*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;*SPACE*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;NRIC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;*SPACE*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Email&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;*SPACE*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Name&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;GO! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;2) Adam Swandi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="fsm" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-enDQzwLnyfM/TtSxhryGU7I/AAAAAAAAC0A/dZccuynURbE/s640/blogger-image--1171389128.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-enDQzwLnyfM/TtSxhryGU7I/AAAAAAAAC0A/dZccuynURbE/s640/blogger-image--1171389128.jpg" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Adam is 15 this year and plays as a midfielder.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The son of former Lions striker Swandi Kitto has emerged as one of the most talented young players Singapore has seen in years. Blessed with superb technique and a fiery will to win, Adam is also the national Under-15 captain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Adam played and led well during the LCC! He even won Man of the match for one of the games! SOOOOO, IF YOU THINK HE DESERVES THIS YEAR'S THE DOLLAH KASSIM AWARD, TEXT:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;TNPSPORTSDOLLAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;*SPACE*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;*SPACE*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;NRIC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;*SPACE*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Email&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;*SPACE*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Name&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;GO! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="fsm" style="font-size: large;"&gt;3) Fashah Iskandar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-kNkjOJ7fP2U/TtcKor3ULhI/AAAAAAAAC0I/9ws6y_iyAIk/s640/blogger-image--537230826.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-kNkjOJ7fP2U/TtcKor3ULhI/AAAAAAAAC0I/9ws6y_iyAIk/s640/blogger-image--537230826.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="fsm" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="fsm" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fashah is 16 this year and plays as a goalkeeper. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Big and brave, Fashah put in arguably the best goalkeeping performance of the Lion City Cup in the final against Flamengo, shutting out the Brazilian side over 90 minutes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Because of his outstanding performance in the finals of Lion City Cup, Fashah even won the man of the match for that game! SOOOOO, IF YOU THINK HE DESERVES THIS YEAR'S THE DOLLAH KASSIM AWARD, TEXT:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;TNPSPORTSDOLLAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;*SPACE*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;*SPACE*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;NRIC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;*SPACE*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Email&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;*SPACE*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Name&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;GO! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="fsm" style="font-size: large;"&gt;4) Illyas Lee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-Y82scHBwlyw/TtcKpCt8xSI/AAAAAAAAC0M/PiHRlXOCHv0/s640/blogger-image--1228310127.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-Y82scHBwlyw/TtcKpCt8xSI/AAAAAAAAC0M/PiHRlXOCHv0/s640/blogger-image--1228310127.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Illyas is 16 this year and plays as a defender. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;With his versatility and never-say-die attitude, Illyas has emerged as a key defender for both the Singapore Sports School and the national Under-16 team.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Illyas made great impact on the games he played and even stood up to captaincy when both Jeffrey Lightfoot and Dhukhi was out injured. SOOOOO, IF YOU THINK HE DESERVES THIS YEAR'S THE DOLLAH KASSIM AWARD, TEXT:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;TNPSPORTSDOLLAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;*SPACE*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;*SPACE*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;NRIC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;*SPACE*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Email&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;*SPACE*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Name&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;GO! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="fsm" style="font-size: large;"&gt;5) Faris Azienuddin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fsm"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-H8cp7lKNyyk/Ttjih-vBmuI/AAAAAAAAC0Y/FXsW46WgXdA/s640/blogger-image--553239879.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-H8cp7lKNyyk/Ttjih-vBmuI/AAAAAAAAC0Y/FXsW46WgXdA/s640/blogger-image--553239879.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Faris is 17 this year and plays as a defender. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Soft-Spoken off the pitch but tough-as-nails on it, centre-half Faris has impressed in international youth competitions, and is touted as a future senior international.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;SOOOOO, IF YOU THINK HE DESERVES THIS YEAR'S THE DOLLAH KASSIM AWARD, TEXT:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;TNPSPORTSDOLLAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;*SPACE*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;*SPACE*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;NRIC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;*SPACE*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Email&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;*SPACE*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Name&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;GO! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="fsm" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="fsm"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;WHY DO I BLOG ABOUT THE DOLLAH KASSIM AWARD? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="fsm"&gt;Well maybe it's cuz you could win yourself an Apple iPad 2!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fsm"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/IMG_0344.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;HOW TO TAKE PART?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/IMG_0336.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOLLOW THE ABOVE STEPS TO TAKE PART! As seen, closing date is Dec the 7th! SO START TEXTING NOW! &lt;i&gt;Remember, every chance to take part in winning the Apple iPad 2 is also counted as a vote to your favorite player:)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year's winner will be announced on Dec 11 so let's all wait and see who'd be the one to have such honor to clinch this award.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/IMG_0330.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have fun with voting guys! And good luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who am I voting for..............? Gosh look at this 5 boys:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/IMG_0346.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.O Aren't they so cute that you can't decide on any?! Hahahaha. I've been voting for someone up there since the 28th! A text everyday, hope my favorite player wins this award:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="color: red;"&gt;Lots of love :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076459861151355812-8686381795704657866?l=blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/feeds/8686381795704657866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076459861151355812&amp;postID=8686381795704657866&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076459861151355812/posts/default/8686381795704657866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076459861151355812/posts/default/8686381795704657866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/2011/11/dollah-kassim-award-2011.html' title='The Dollah Kassim Award 2011'/><author><name>Chloe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_axg0p8f4tmA/TTVS_rZZ4NI/AAAAAAAACuE/TPNb3LC0QiY/S220/hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-AxNH4rB83Sk/TtNfAPb9jhI/AAAAAAAACz4/znWHrCO4pgQ/s72-c/blogger-image--1584458346.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076459861151355812.post-6490341967705924672</id><published>2011-11-03T20:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T20:31:37.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Austin Mahone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="450" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ne4ba7yYWNY" width="650"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt; 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margin-right: auto; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MQ0x58DnPqE/TrKIpwANRPI/AAAAAAAACzs/MTDDjSCSuLQ/s1600/249319_242802849073634_183409211679665_835109_950775_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MQ0x58DnPqE/TrKIpwANRPI/AAAAAAAACzs/MTDDjSCSuLQ/s1600/249319_242802849073634_183409211679665_835109_950775_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Austin Mahone &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076459861151355812-6490341967705924672?l=blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/feeds/6490341967705924672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076459861151355812&amp;postID=6490341967705924672&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076459861151355812/posts/default/6490341967705924672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076459861151355812/posts/default/6490341967705924672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/2011/11/austin-mahone.html' title='Austin Mahone'/><author><name>Chloe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_axg0p8f4tmA/TTVS_rZZ4NI/AAAAAAAACuE/TPNb3LC0QiY/S220/hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/ne4ba7yYWNY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076459861151355812.post-6342954057846611644</id><published>2011-10-27T22:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T22:14:54.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Through those broken tears, you bring a smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Staring right at you, oblivious to all the others around you, around me. I can't believe how perfect you look to me. All I see, is your face right down, nesting your face against the table. That's all I need, even if it's to stare at you for the rest of my life, I have enough because looking at you brings me bliss. I feel comfort when I see you. No one else though, could build me up and tear me apart yet make me feel as though I am only complete with you. I can't feel as comfortable and at ease with others compared than I am with you. You are so perfect to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I look at you, transferring any inch of inspiration you bring to me for this post. Yet all I think of is how you'd make me smile even by the littlest of texts or remembering that I have a habit of drinking with 3 straws. That's all it takes for that smile to be spread across my face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Now I look at what we've became, stillness between us. As though our names could never be mentioned within the same breath. However, when able to be mentioned under that one same sentence, your name and mine; I feel happy -- just this simple 5 letter word.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;...............&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Now in the night, I look back on this first half of the post, and all I see are glimpses of you. Your smile. I get that fuzzy feeling in me. It warms me up so closely. Taking things back to the start, we never really had a proper footing into our friendship, half the time we spend, or I would further claim as a whole minus a quarter time. We use that much time of us both knowing each other, explaining things that are caused by others. Explaining that these are not true... or that these are true, whatever brings. What really hurts is that as I look back, although we had rough times and good times, it seems like this time round, it's really the end. As though we both are unable to make first moves. Let it stay stagnant and remain invisible to each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;But the truth here is, I can't do that. All I see is you, if I positioned myself behind you, all I can do it look at your shadow; If we are facing each other, I can't help but let my eyes move to you. Yet at times when you're behind me, I thought I'd be able to avoid looking at you.....but I find myself more often than usual turning my head back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Is this all we'll ever be? Will I feel this way for you, for all that I can measure? Am I only going to derive happiness only from your smiles?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;because you know, you give me a sense of familiarization.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;and even though I know, this is all we are.... I find myself still holding on, hoping that you will, halt yourself, take a look back at me, and realize.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Are you really going to keep running away from me? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076459861151355812-6342954057846611644?l=blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/feeds/6342954057846611644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076459861151355812&amp;postID=6342954057846611644&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076459861151355812/posts/default/6342954057846611644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076459861151355812/posts/default/6342954057846611644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/2011/10/through-those-broken-tears-you-bring.html' title='Through those broken tears, you bring a smile'/><author><name>Chloe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_axg0p8f4tmA/TTVS_rZZ4NI/AAAAAAAACuE/TPNb3LC0QiY/S220/hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076459861151355812.post-4977930035088656124</id><published>2011-10-26T22:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T17:21:50.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beneath your skin I breathe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Often I find myself unable to find the right amount of words to convey what I am feeling towards certain things and certain people. I consolidate my thoughts, place them hand by hand, only to realize that I am always thinking about thinking about things. Then what do I find in my thoughts? I can only have myself submerged in this raining drops of thoughts, and secretly tear up right inside, and in the middle of the night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Let me know if I'm wrong. I don't know where to run towards to. Will you catch me when I fall? Sounds pretty cliche. But the truth is, ask yourself, honestly and truly, if I fall will you catch me? If I jump will you follow along? If I tear apart, will you fix me up? I still can't determine and measure side by side the ones who'll truly be there for me. Then again, I wonder if I will be there for anyone...?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't breathe when these thoughts consume me. Cut me from ear to ear. Well, let you know, hit me down and I'll be up fast and quick. If you know me, if you knew me.....then maybe you'll understand the meaning behind this post, the words behind every word. If you knew me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I will be okay.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;If it's okay, for you, and you don't mind reading my thoughts and deciphering every single sentence, let me know, in approval so that I will continue posting all my thoughts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;even now, i can't believe I still feel this way. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076459861151355812-4977930035088656124?l=blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/feeds/4977930035088656124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076459861151355812&amp;postID=4977930035088656124&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076459861151355812/posts/default/4977930035088656124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076459861151355812/posts/default/4977930035088656124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/2011/10/beneath-your-skin-i-breathe.html' title='Beneath your skin I breathe'/><author><name>Chloe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_axg0p8f4tmA/TTVS_rZZ4NI/AAAAAAAACuE/TPNb3LC0QiY/S220/hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076459861151355812.post-2482279445550669141</id><published>2011-10-21T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T23:44:53.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 important words in life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/429317129.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;The most selfish 1 letter word - &lt;b&gt;I&lt;/b&gt; - &lt;i&gt;avoid it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;The most satisfying 2 letter word - &lt;b&gt;We&lt;/b&gt; - &lt;i&gt;use it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;The most poisonous 3 letter word - &lt;b&gt;Ego&lt;/b&gt; - &lt;i&gt;kill it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;The most used 4 letter word - &lt;b&gt;Love&lt;/b&gt; - &lt;i&gt;value it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;The most pleasing 5 letter word - &lt;b&gt;Smile&lt;/b&gt; - &lt;i&gt;keep it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;The fastest spreading 6 letter word - &lt;b&gt;Rumor&lt;/b&gt; - &lt;i&gt;ignore it.&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;The hardest working 7 letter word - &lt;b&gt;Success &lt;/b&gt;- &lt;i&gt;achieve it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;The most enviable 8 letter word - &lt;b&gt;Jealousy&lt;/b&gt; -&lt;i&gt; distance it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;The most powerful 9 letter word - &lt;b&gt;Knowledge &lt;/b&gt;- &lt;i&gt;acquire it&lt;/i&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;The most essential 10 letter word - &lt;b&gt;Confidence&lt;/b&gt; - &lt;i&gt;trust it. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076459861151355812-2482279445550669141?l=blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/feeds/2482279445550669141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076459861151355812&amp;postID=2482279445550669141&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076459861151355812/posts/default/2482279445550669141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076459861151355812/posts/default/2482279445550669141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/2011/10/most-selfish-1-letter-word-i-avoid-it.html' title='10 important words in life'/><author><name>Chloe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_axg0p8f4tmA/TTVS_rZZ4NI/AAAAAAAACuE/TPNb3LC0QiY/S220/hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076459861151355812.post-4782285537370969415</id><published>2011-10-17T22:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T22:50:33.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WCG 2011</title><content type='html'>Why hello there beautiful people, you don't know how gratify I am upon having such awesome loyal readers like y'all. Though I've been on a hiatus, I still receive views, which really touches my heart. Here's one of my many short updates. This was a month ago during WCG, and I'm proud to say I'm Champion of the game I was taking part in, cash prizes, and so many items! Enjoy the photographs! I'll be back hopefully soon enough to give you're a proper update. I love you all. 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Looked through the window, with the leafs falling from the tree. I miss 4E1. I never knew I would, if y'all knew me well enough, you'd have known how much I said I detested this class. But I did, I just thought of you guys. So might as well, just have these all typed down and dedicate a post to beautiful people like you all. After entering poly, and I look back at those times that we had quarrels, disagreements or even attempts to ostracize groups of people, it is definitely small compared to what I'm having to go through rn. I love how all of you still care, (at least that's what I feel) even though we have disagreements, feeling's that if anything went wrong, I'm pretty sure I'll have your back right on mine. I'm suffering badly, trying to fit in somewhere in this new class. Things went extremely well for me, for the first few weeks then it turned about. I don't know if y'all (4E1) agree with me that I'm actually always just trying to show how tough I am on the outside, and that I'm super unfriendly but I'm actually the opposite? I'm nice to the people who are nice to me. And if I'm too nice, I'm labelled as "fake". Let's leave that topic for that moment, I wanna have a small part of the post for everyone of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Angie Ho:&lt;/b&gt; Thank you so much for always being here for me. You've always been with me, even though hate was going all around. You were my listening ear and yeah, I'm glad we're still friends rn and that I can still comfortably tell you things that are in my mind. It's nice to find a friend like you, to be able to talk to and all. I hope you'll do well in your Junior College and get a good job in the future!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Elaine Boo&lt;/b&gt;: Hey crazy girl, I like how we always have this love-hate friendship going on. It's like no matter how harsh we get on with words, I'm glad we still make our way back to being friends and that everything's alright. I like how you can always give me nice advices, and that at times you listen to me too. I miss you whining to me in a way or so, no one to disturb me, so I look forward to meeting you every year, at least once okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wahyunisah: &lt;/b&gt;Babygirl, I remember we had a lot to talk about, and there was once we had a conflict, it was silly as I recall, but then again I'm so glad, we're all fine now. I like how you give me nice advices, and the nice cards and presents that you give me. 2 years is too short for me, for this friendship we have, I wish so much to have you in my class again because you were a really nice friend. I hope you'll be a positive girl and keep on smiling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sufiah:&lt;/b&gt; Hi bitch! You remind me so much of 2008, perfect days, for me. I miss you, and the family so much. You &amp;amp; Hady, Me &amp;amp; Irfan, Ezra your son, Mayank my son, Danraj the uncle. It was all good times, good memories. And that you were always by me, as my friend for the 2 lower secondary years. You're so wonderful, and I'd give anything to see you happy always. Because you deserve happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Felicia Tao:&lt;/b&gt; I'm sorry? Maybe it's time I really put everything down, like for good. I've never wanted to say sorry, because I don't think I've done anything wrong, have I? To be frank, I hate how we are rn. At the start of Sec 3 when the 5 of us were so close, before anything happened. And I hate it even more that I allow a guy to actually be an interference of my friendship. I hope, that we could, or the very least I could, find it in me to accept you to really be my friend. Because in all's honesty, you were a really really good friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Renice Woo: &lt;/b&gt;Hello Aunty, I know I still owe you your present. I miss our free period times, where we always talk about many people along with Shanthiya and Weikeat. You're the funniest friend I ever had, don't ask me why, you just are. I like talking to you, you're nice to "bully", a little like Elaine. Okay, not comparing. Well..... invite me to you &amp;amp; your boyfriend's wedding okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chong Jia Qian:&lt;/b&gt; Cousin hi. I hate how we're still in the same school but we don't get to see each other. Why is that so? Ugh. You're the most neutral friend I ever had, no hates, no loves. But that's good I guess, I miss talking to you and seeing how you &amp;amp; Renice talk. Because when you both talk, it's like a show on-going! I hope to see you soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lou Guiyu:&lt;/b&gt; Remember when I confronted you?? Okay I thought that was pretty silly when I look back rn. I could have handled it in a better way. Like I've said though, I'm happy we're okay now. I like out twitter conversations, and oh I love how sociable you are. Do stay that way and... thanks for teaching me how to be a man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mei Xin:&lt;/b&gt; When it's 2030, you better fulfill your promise okay?! I have evidence so you better not go back on your words. I like how you're friendly and all. And that I can tell you things, because I believe you'll know what to say and what not? Hope in 2030, my wish will come true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vivien:&lt;/b&gt; I'm not close to you, like we hardly talk but thanks for telling me that day that first person you thought of to deal with someone like that is me! I'm really proud to be remembered as head-strong. Stay happy with Caon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Shanthiya: &lt;/b&gt;Hey Thiya Shan, love our sessions during library time and I remember how Renice always bully you. Well, I'm happy that you've graduated! Hope we both can catch up real soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Irfaana:&lt;/b&gt; Hi, I really don't know what to say, but oh thanks for letting me copy all your answers for A Math in 2009! Hope you're leading a good life rn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Shalice:&lt;/b&gt; So sorry, I'm not close to you either and we hardly talk, however still hope that you're leading a good life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Christina:&lt;/b&gt; Hey, thanks for the Art memories...if there were any. Oh, hope you're studying in a good school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jia Hui:&lt;/b&gt; Thanks for attempting to teach me A math in 2009, even though, I could admit, I was a major fail. Thanks, god bless you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Muhammad Irfan: &lt;/b&gt;The only thing I want now is: Closure. Is that too much to ask for? Often I find myself wanting to sit down and have a talk with you, to clear question marks in my mind. But it's so hard. I don't wanna be a wrecker, I'm over that since forever. It's so hard to be friends, why? I get all awkward with your presence lingering round me, and I can't talk to you. Forever I feel as though you're trying to keep a safety distance from me. Don't do this. I need closure. After that, I'm able to move on. Because you're not giving me closure, I can't move. I'm stuck. I'm just happy that you're living a good life rn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Viknesh:&lt;/b&gt; I love you. Thank you for being there for me, like always. And though we have "quarrels", it's like we always make things up. You've been like there to support me, my pillar of support. You're one of the best friends I've ever had. I hope to see you again soon, have a talk, because I miss you. I hope you're doing great with your life, you deserve it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sherman Koh: &lt;/b&gt;Hello irritating boy! I'm always not used to not having you around especially during class outings. Sorry that our friendship fell apart for that tad bit while because of someone else, I never liked that to happen. Yet again, glad we're back to being friends. I like your attitude towards things and all. I'm sure you can do well in your studies, just learn to focus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nareindharan:&lt;/b&gt; Hello there, you've been a great friend since Primary school, and we are like lovers... okay no. Oh well, glad to have you as my classmates in my final two years of the secondary school life. I know you'll be here for me even after years later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ahmad Kamal:&lt;/b&gt; Hello Kamal, you've been a nice guy. Thank you for being a friend to me. Sorry if my advices never really worked through the past few months. I hope though that, you've past through that obstacle and you're much more stronger than before! I hope to see you around, and do study hard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Aravind:&lt;/b&gt; Hey, thank you for teaching me math! You've been an awesome friend! I like you so much! I'll see you real soon, hopefully. And I hope you'll graduate from AI with a very good score alright!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Shahied:&lt;/b&gt; Hi hi, thank you for all the things you've done,(small or big), and for being a friend to me. You've been really nice to be, especially through the ending months of last year. I'm sorry if I've done anything bad or whatsoever especially towards you. Please take good care!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Helmi: &lt;/b&gt;We've talked, but not really in-depth. So yeah, but it was great having a classmate like you. I like your attitude towards things too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Weikeat: &lt;/b&gt;Hey I'll always remember you for looking at girl's...... okay please don't do that anymore! Besides that, you've a very cute character and I like that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Zhongxian: &lt;/b&gt;Hello handsome, glad to see you the other day. Thank you for being a nice friends for the past two years. Please do well in your studies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bryan:&lt;/b&gt; Hi Bryan, you've been a nice guy! Thank you for being nice and all, hope you'll do good in studies because you're a smart boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Teng Kiat: &lt;/b&gt;Hello, Happy 10 years of knowing you! Your face hasn't changed a bit at all! You're more anti-social now though. Hope you'll get going and not disappoint your mom or anyone okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Arvin:&lt;/b&gt; Hi Arvin, thank you for talking to me and being my friend. It's nice to have known you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Teenesh:&lt;/b&gt; Teenesh, I'm so sorry about the Shahrul incident, it was really silly as I look back, I'm glad like how I mentioned in this post towards others that we're still friends. Hope we will still be friends in years to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yew Yuan&lt;/b&gt;: Hey, knew you since Primary school, you've changed to being someone so much more hardworking and that's good! Hope you'll get good results out from your Junior College! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rooben:&lt;/b&gt; Hello there, hardly talked to you too, but hope you're doing great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quan Hui:&lt;/b&gt; I never had the chance to really converse with you, but I hope your attitude will get better in years to come okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ram&lt;/b&gt;: Thanks for uh, teaching me math at times! I hope you're leading a good life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Alex: &lt;/b&gt;Hi you're irritating, but, still, a good friend. Thanks for forever letting me scold you during lower secondary days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jonathan:&lt;/b&gt; Hey hey hey although you've been really irritating at times, I know you're a very nice friend, maybe not to others, but to me you were great. Thank you so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wei Xiang:&lt;/b&gt; Thanks for being nice to me as how Jonathan was(though irritating), I hope you're leading a good life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wei Hien:&lt;/b&gt; Hello dude, I'm not close to you or whatever but hope you'll learn to open up more to the surrounding people yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If at all I wasn't a nice friend, I take a step away from my ego, and apologize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope all of you, this wonderful bunch of people, will be able to lead a good life ahead of you :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cyiUL9gGhss/TmY_S2C9dTI/AAAAAAAACzM/7aVGdgcsHtI/s1600/37927_496036292984_761532984_7018529_2199943_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cyiUL9gGhss/TmY_S2C9dTI/AAAAAAAACzM/7aVGdgcsHtI/s320/37927_496036292984_761532984_7018529_2199943_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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last december?! Where I was rooting for Jeffrey Lightfoot and Ammirul Emmran? Well now TNP has a School Sports Star award! And we're already into the Final 10. TNP will pick a winner(1 girl, 1 boy) based on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;u&gt;YOUR VOTES!!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/sss-banner-big.png" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ten finalists have been chosen for the inaugural TNP School Sports  Star Award from 18 nominees, but only two - one girl and one boy - will  walk away with a trophy and cash prize sponsored by Soilbuild of $3,000  each. The four runners-up will each receive $500.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;A panel of judge will choose the winners - and you have a part to play with your votes.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Voting closes on Sept 4 at midnight.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the finalist and the rest of the nominees:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/tnp.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO I NEED HELP FROM MY READERS! To do me a little favour, that is to vote for someone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/szsoc28_0.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;MU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;AI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;MIN&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;SU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;HAI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;MI.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is one of the players from YOG/LCC! Here's his profile: &lt;a href="http://www.tnp.sg/sss/content/red-hot-chilli-padi"&gt;Click this and you'll be directed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is the most, if not one of the most &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;humble&lt;/span&gt; players that I know in the U-16s! He's really friendly, and wouldn't it be nice of you guys to just click and give him a vote? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;PLS SPREAD THIS TO YOUR FRIENDS!&lt;/span&gt; As voting ends 4th Sept, we still have a lot of time to ensure that Muhaimin gets to be the winner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/szsoc28a.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/szsoc28b.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I am blogging, Muhaimin is losing to this Chinese guy Koh Yi Thong by 58 votes, SAY WHUT?! No way a basketball player can be hotter than a soccer player! So help him move to the first place by clicking on this link:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tnp.sg/sss/vote-your-school-sports-stars"&gt;http://www.tnp.sg/sss/vote-your-school-sports-stars&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;VOTE MUHAIMIN SUHAIMI.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I end this post with his video:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/3QQiMmJJWTE" allowfullscreen="" width="480" frameborder="0" height="390"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vote muhaimin suhaimi hahaha, me like a broken record.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: vote for muhaimin suhaimi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076459861151355812-9123155766328988069?l=blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/feeds/9123155766328988069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076459861151355812&amp;postID=9123155766328988069&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076459861151355812/posts/default/9123155766328988069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076459861151355812/posts/default/9123155766328988069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/2011/08/tnp-school-sports-star-award.html' title='TNP- School Sports Star Award'/><author><name>Chloe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_axg0p8f4tmA/TTVS_rZZ4NI/AAAAAAAACuE/TPNb3LC0QiY/S220/hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/3QQiMmJJWTE/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076459861151355812.post-8777605035421736026</id><published>2011-08-17T18:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T18:29:15.643+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love life'/><title type='text'>If that's not mine to take</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt; 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	mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; 	mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri; 	mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; 	mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi; 	mso-fareast-language:EN-US;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I can’t understand why I’m always left with all these pieces to pick up. I’m always the one having to withhold the hurt that I’m getting. I’m always the one trying so hard. But are all these actions worth it? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Love; do I really understand what love is all about? I’m only 17. What do I know about love? Then again, who is to say that young people cannot experience and realize what love is about? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Teenage love&lt;/span&gt;; Often the sweetest love of them all. Tell me, when else will you get someone running up to your door to give you flowers? When else would someone tweet about his feelings, or ask for your forgiveness? When else would you have time to hold someone’s hands and run down the road with nothing but love in your mind? Because when in time, we all grow up, we live in such realistic world that everything involves money. Teenage love, I’d say is where we experienced sweetest and most genuine love. Because that’s when we only know that we should give our love to the other party and that everything can come later.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Up till now and right at this moment, I can safely say I truly loved only one person. He makes me happy, he makes me smile. All my troubles disappear whenever I think of him. He was always there for me, no matter what the situation is about. He; was the one who turned me into what I am today. I can say that without him, I don’t know where I am now. A school drop-out? An ITE student? Or nothing at all? He brought smiles to my life, the pictures we took. The little notes we had for each other. Just him and I. The hugs we shared, everything was so perfect. Well as they say, good things come to an end. I just had to lose him, and I lost him for good. I lost him to someone else, and it hurts every inch of me but what could I do? I’ve blogged about him so many times, so so so many times. And do you know why? The reason is only because I’m not willing to give up because I still have discontent. I don’t want sorry, I don’t want excuses. I want to know WHY, I want to know the reason WHY you left me. Why did you leave me for her? Was I not good enough for you? Was I not pretty enough? What was it about? Why can’t you just tell me and clarify things with me? Why can’t you just let me continue with my life without an inch of regret? And that’s why I wait, I wait for the truth. And that’s only because I’ve loved you that much, yet you never knew.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Then there were all these heavy infatuations and crushes that I have on those boys. But I know that it was never love. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;How about that boy I’m going crazy over this year? This is the first time I’m blogging about him, and will be the last. The first time I saw him, I was pretty sad because I knew he wasn’t in my class as he didn’t go to orientation. When we having our first lesson, he came in, he was the missing student from our orientation. I was happy, momentarily. I decided to study, I made notes, and when he went overseas, I made even more notes, I decided to memorize EVERYTHING so that if he comes back and he needs help in anything, I could help him. I helped him with his speeches, his tutorials. He was getting better, and every single time I see him getting good grades, I was never bothered by the fact that while pushing him up to be the best, I was slipping down to the bottom. I was just so happy that he made it, to be good. I remembered everything he said, the first 3 things he said when he came to class, 2 truths, 1 lie. Everything he said to me, it’s all in my mind. All the others fill my mind with that he was making use of me, and all the horrible nonsense, but I never wanted to leave. In all honesty, if he ever liked me back, I’d never wanna be with him, only because I know I’m not the best for him. And that’s only why when I knew he had a girlfriend, I had only happiness and joy for him. I’m glad he found someone he loved, someone who he loved him. Well in any case if he even wanted to know, the reason why I chose to distant myself from him was because I didn’t wanna fall deeper. I knew I had to back off. And I don’t want any nonsense rumors. So I left. But when I left, I made sure he was already near his best. Even though I decided to leave, my heart was never over him. Not until I realized that it is just time to let it all go. Let him just be a memory that steals a secret heartache whenever I think of him. That’s all he’ll ever be. I’m over him, I may go crazy over him even when I see him in the future, I may like him and fall for him secretly in the future, but I will never ever&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;go back to giving my all. I will leave him only as a memory, and yeah that’s all. I don’t know if this is love, to let him be his best with someone he loves, but what I do know is that I’m truly happy that he is happy.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;As they said, to forget one is to love another.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’m mad crazy over this guy. But you know after all your crazy love experiences, you know that you should hold this feelings in; either to let it grow or to fade. So I made a promise to myself, that only if I feel the same as I did right now, I’d tell him that I’ve had feelings for him in November. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Maybe I’ll just end up picking up all these pieces like how I’ve always did.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Seeing how all the EXes move on leading a happy life makes me real happy, because it only shows me that the choice I made to let them go was a right one. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Well, I won’t be humble, because yes I do have a fair share of admirers. So why not pick from any of them, you ask? Well here’s the problem. What I feel for them is only infatuation, and never will be love. I feel sad when someone I don’t like, likes me. I’ll be like “It’s all an infatuation, it’d fade away”. And I hope they would avoid me thereafter, why? I will admit it, when I find out that someone likes me, I’ll make use of them. You know?! So I don’t wanna be a bad kid. Move on kiddos. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So above are the few problems with me, I’m now single and ready to mingle! OK no. I’ve a boyfriend right now. Ah, he’s another story in my life. I’ll just talk about these in the next update of my love life. I just hope I’d have matured a little more by then.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Withlove,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Chloe.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_3600.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_3585.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076459861151355812-8777605035421736026?l=blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/feeds/8777605035421736026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076459861151355812&amp;postID=8777605035421736026&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076459861151355812/posts/default/8777605035421736026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076459861151355812/posts/default/8777605035421736026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/2011/08/if-thats-not-mine-to-take.html' title='If that&apos;s not mine to take'/><author><name>Chloe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_axg0p8f4tmA/TTVS_rZZ4NI/AAAAAAAACuE/TPNb3LC0QiY/S220/hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076459861151355812.post-8843464900898280671</id><published>2011-07-30T01:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-30T01:34:50.018+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chic girls'/><title type='text'>CHIC Girls Finals 2011</title><content type='html'>Hello!!!!!! This was supposed to be done like last week, but trust me I had lots of things to rush, hence the delay. I'm so sorry about it! 3 weeks back if I'm not wrong, or was it 2... I went to join in the fun of one of the coolest event in town, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CHIC GIRLS FINALS 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; at Club Avatar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_3244.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_3245.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, I was the only blogger who went at 9.30am! Hahaha. K I just wanted to see all the preparations and all......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_3247.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_3263.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_3291.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_3297.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_3313.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_3315.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_3330.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;THE GIRLS THERE WERE REALLY PRETTY!!!! &lt;/span&gt;Even without make-up and everything~ So after watching them rehearse, I headed back home for a change of attire!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_3348.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_3365.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/1a.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/1b.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/1c.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/1d.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/1e.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_3380.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_3377.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_3383.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/1f.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/1g.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/1h.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/1i.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/1j.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YESSSS BEFORE I CONTINUE........&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; SYIRIN AND PETRINA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; WERE MY FAVS! And the plus plus thing for me was that they were partners! Ahhhhh they look so gorgeous!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/223656_10150313607685376_96921045375_9506991_2778334_n.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/224486_10150313607805376_96921045375_9506994_7111189_n.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K awkward  insert of this picture but this is  Quraisha Jasni the extremely pretty CHIC girl of 2010!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;SO THE EVENT COMMENCES!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/?action=view&amp;amp;current=SAM_3396.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_3396.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/?action=view&amp;amp;current=268701_10150313609035376_96921045375_9507040_4695765_n.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/268701_10150313609035376_96921045375_9507040_4695765_n.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/?action=view&amp;amp;current=222491_10150313608655376_96921045375_9507026_5851903_n.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/222491_10150313608655376_96921045375_9507026_5851903_n.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/?action=view&amp;amp;current=253201_10150313610135376_96921045375_9507083_4570718_n.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/253201_10150313610135376_96921045375_9507083_4570718_n.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/?action=view&amp;amp;current=183860_10150313607340376_96921045375_9506980_1429774_n.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/183860_10150313607340376_96921045375_9506980_1429774_n.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/?action=view&amp;amp;current=283191_10150313609315376_96921045375_9507050_3374519_n.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/283191_10150313609315376_96921045375_9507050_3374519_n.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/284216_10150313611195376_96921045375_9507120_7890910_n.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presenting to you...............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CHIC GIRL 2011......&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/284679_10150234228005882_548975881_7884515_7095635_n.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHE IS REALLY SUPER PRETTY x100000. When it was Top 2, left with Sarah and Syirin, there was live voting, immediately I called home and got like 10 people to like her photo!!!!!! Sarah of course is beautiful too, hahahaha but really I'm so happy when they said Syirin won~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/281811_10150313610305376_96921045375_9507090_1708180_n.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I END THIS POST WITH A VIDEO OF THEIR REHEARSAL! The walk they did was the same during the event! Look at those gorgeous babes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/D-XwABH060o" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="510" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIKE CHIC MAGAZINE HERE --- &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/chicreaders"&gt; CHIC MAG&lt;/a&gt; on facebook for more updates!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read Chic girl 2011 Syirin's blog &lt;a href="http://the-beautifulanddamned.blogspot.com/"&gt; HERE&lt;/a&gt; for her updates!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo credits to Chic mag &amp;amp; the-beautifulanddamned.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076459861151355812-8843464900898280671?l=blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/feeds/8843464900898280671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076459861151355812&amp;postID=8843464900898280671&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076459861151355812/posts/default/8843464900898280671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076459861151355812/posts/default/8843464900898280671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/2011/07/chic-girls-finals-2011.html' title='CHIC Girls Finals 2011'/><author><name>Chloe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_axg0p8f4tmA/TTVS_rZZ4NI/AAAAAAAACuE/TPNb3LC0QiY/S220/hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/D-XwABH060o/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076459861151355812.post-5315641765932189508</id><published>2011-07-14T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T20:58:01.720+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song lyrics'/><title type='text'>Buckcherry - Sorry</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh I had a lot to say, was thinking on my time away&lt;br /&gt;I missed you and things weren't the same&lt;br /&gt;'Cause everything inside it never comes out right&lt;br /&gt;And when I see you cry, it makes me want to die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I'm bad, I'm sorry you're blue&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry about all things I said to you&lt;br /&gt;And I know, I cant take it back.&lt;br /&gt;I love how you kiss, I love all your sounds&lt;br /&gt;And baby, the way you make my world go round&lt;br /&gt;And I just wanted to say, I'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time I think, I'm to blame&lt;br /&gt;It's harder to get through the days&lt;br /&gt;You get older and blame turns to shame&lt;br /&gt;'Cause everything inside it never comes out right&lt;br /&gt;And when I see you cry, it makes me want to die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I'm bad, I'm sorry you're blue&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry about all things I said to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know, I cant take it back&lt;br /&gt;I love how you kiss, I love all your sounds&lt;br /&gt;And baby, the way you make my world go round&lt;br /&gt;And I just wanted to say, I'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every single day, I think about how we came all this way&lt;br /&gt;The sleepless nights and the tears you cried&lt;br /&gt;It's never too late to make it right&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I'm bad, I'm sorry you're blue&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry about all things I said to you&lt;br /&gt;And I know, I cant take it back&lt;br /&gt;I love how you kiss, I love all your sounds&lt;br /&gt;And baby, the way you make my world go round&lt;br /&gt;And I just wanted to say, I'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076459861151355812-5315641765932189508?l=blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/feeds/5315641765932189508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076459861151355812&amp;postID=5315641765932189508&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076459861151355812/posts/default/5315641765932189508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076459861151355812/posts/default/5315641765932189508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/2011/07/buckcherry-sorry.html' title='Buckcherry - Sorry'/><author><name>Chloe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_axg0p8f4tmA/TTVS_rZZ4NI/AAAAAAAACuE/TPNb3LC0QiY/S220/hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076459861151355812.post-4080412492019346094</id><published>2011-07-13T17:03:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T20:58:40.762+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cheryl Ann Chong'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jenell Paidgen'/><title type='text'>@countingcookies &amp; @rxckandrxll</title><content type='html'>Met up with these two wonderful babes few weeks back. They are so lovely, had lunch with them! And yes if you guys are wondering, they look x1000000000000 prettier in rl. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_3193.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_3194.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_3197.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Follow them both at: &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/countingcookies"&gt;Jenell Paidgen&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/rxckandrxll"&gt;Cheryl Ann&lt;/a&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooooh and follow me too,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://twitter.com/chloechong"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZIpn4wAsy1U/Th1hKh89m9I/AAAAAAAACzA/e1u39i3m3PY/s400/snap_56.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628761942823640018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes just click on my picture and it'd lead you to my homepage! Hehe luvvv you guys xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076459861151355812-4080412492019346094?l=blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/feeds/4080412492019346094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076459861151355812&amp;postID=4080412492019346094&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076459861151355812/posts/default/4080412492019346094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076459861151355812/posts/default/4080412492019346094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/2011/07/countingcookies-rxckandrxll.html' title='@countingcookies &amp; @rxckandrxll'/><author><name>Chloe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_axg0p8f4tmA/TTVS_rZZ4NI/AAAAAAAACuE/TPNb3LC0QiY/S220/hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZIpn4wAsy1U/Th1hKh89m9I/AAAAAAAACzA/e1u39i3m3PY/s72-c/snap_56.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076459861151355812.post-324488268710755486</id><published>2011-07-08T20:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T20:57:52.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BBQ Swim</title><content type='html'>Few days back, I had this BBQ swim with mommy's sister(my aunt)'s friend. It was a casual swim. But it was great being in the water, and aww the little kids there were QT pies. Gosh I'm so backdated........ with my posts and all. I'm try to churn them out aight. Meanwhile, enjoy the pictures........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_3109.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_3110.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_3113.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_3123.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_3141.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_3145.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_3148.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_3151.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_3157.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_3159.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_3160.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_3162.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_3163.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_3165.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_3174.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;XXX&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/1076459861151355812-324488268710755486?l=blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/feeds/324488268710755486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076459861151355812&amp;postID=324488268710755486&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076459861151355812/posts/default/324488268710755486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076459861151355812/posts/default/324488268710755486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/2011/07/bbq-swim.html' title='BBQ Swim'/><author><name>Chloe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_axg0p8f4tmA/TTVS_rZZ4NI/AAAAAAAACuE/TPNb3LC0QiY/S220/hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076459861151355812.post-2992243911718467897</id><published>2011-07-08T18:41:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T20:38:58.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To regret these decisions</title><content type='html'>I've been contemplating for a while now, since the start of everything. Let me bring myself back a little to the start, when I first saw you. You were merely a crush, more of a motivation I'd say. You kept me going for the days I wished would end, and the things to do I wish I didn't. Then it grew somewhat into like, after knowing you're another. From then on, I told the people around me, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I will not talk to him anymore, I wanna distant myself from him&lt;/span&gt;" But I failed. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EVERY SINGLE TIME, I FAIL. &lt;/span&gt;The same when I say "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm not gonna talk to you anymore, forever and I'm serious&lt;/span&gt;", but how serious could I even get? I failed again. I can't see you struggle. Not a little at all, really wished that I could have perfected it a little more for you. It's funny how in the beginning I was literally begging you to treat me as a normal friend, to talk to me like how normal friends do. We've went through long conversations on what would be made of us, not "us" as in the what would we become but more of "us" as in what we were. But none of them were taken as seriously as I'd love to have it taken this time. It was 2 weeks ago, and for 2 weeks, I was perpetually procrastinating on sending you that text. I, regretted deeply the moment it was sent. But there are just things where you know that you should be doing. This time, I can really shut these eyes. For through the tests and all, I can see that there are so many better ones out there to help you out. You're completing that project, J could help you out. Well I could safely say you don't need me anymore. I've helped you all I can for your majority of work that you needed assistance and confirmation in. I'm betting on that, there are a few who are gloating at this decision I've made, cuz this may be what they were bent on achieving. Well, congratulations. You achieved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well you know something? I don't know if I should be sad that even after saying all these, I may run back letting my ego down begging for your friendship or be sad that I may really lose you forever because there's not a chance for a stay? I don't know what should be done to make things right. We had a bad foot to the start of "us", and I hate that I'm letting it end on a bad "us" too. I thought things were okay, for the past few weeks that seemed all fine. But it was hard on me. Maybe yes, I'm taking the easier way out. But it's definitely not easy, just easier. They say freeing yourself is good, but I doubt that thinking. It's just gone, that drive. That drive to continually strive for the best, for you. Well yeah, maybe we shouldn't even have been friends in the first place. We shouldn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even after all I said, did you even know that just one word at all, to ask me to stay and continue with what we have now, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'd stay&lt;/span&gt;. I'd stay, cuz you asked me to. But......... ___ ____ ______. ___ _____ ____ __ _______.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I just want the best for you, and for you to be happy, even if I'm not included in it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;xxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076459861151355812-2992243911718467897?l=blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/feeds/2992243911718467897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076459861151355812&amp;postID=2992243911718467897&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076459861151355812/posts/default/2992243911718467897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076459861151355812/posts/default/2992243911718467897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/2011/07/to-regret-these-decisions.html' title='To regret these decisions'/><author><name>Chloe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_axg0p8f4tmA/TTVS_rZZ4NI/AAAAAAAACuE/TPNb3LC0QiY/S220/hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076459861151355812.post-2351776658874210855</id><published>2011-06-29T20:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T22:58:45.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thousand miles away</title><content type='html'>What's up babes. LCC was definitely a fun experience! I loved having to watch the various soccer matches and yeah handsome boys are a plus point! School has now officially begin and two more months till the holidays, I will push through. Being a leader is good because I know I'm obliged to do certain things. However, at a certain point of time, it wears me down as I'm overwhelmed by my duties. I'm now complaining of course, because I love leading. I just need that little spark in me to ignite this whole thing. Been pretty lazy in this blogging thing. I do not know about you, but having tumblr and twitter make everything ever so easy. Tumblr, I don't do that often. Twitter, I do. So follow me on twitter if you wish to get updates about me more regularly ok? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sidetrack a little, this everton guy(awww) he was pretty flirty with me. Ah ok that's not the point, the point is, I could talk to someone online. Like a penpal. He's pretty awesome you know? Awwwwww. Falling for the virtual him already. Wished he was still in Singapore. Ahhhhh. Enough of these, I'm good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_2778.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_2786.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_2805.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_2809.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_2819.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_2825.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_2826.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_2828.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_2829.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_2830.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_2831.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_2832.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_2836.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076459861151355812-2351776658874210855?l=blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/feeds/2351776658874210855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076459861151355812&amp;postID=2351776658874210855&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076459861151355812/posts/default/2351776658874210855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076459861151355812/posts/default/2351776658874210855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/2011/06/thousand-miles-away.html' title='Thousand miles away'/><author><name>Chloe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_axg0p8f4tmA/TTVS_rZZ4NI/AAAAAAAACuE/TPNb3LC0QiY/S220/hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076459861151355812.post-6787874515197504216</id><published>2011-06-23T21:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T21:55:55.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good luck cubs!</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/XOjMOkB11A0" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOOD LUCK U-16s! n_________________n&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_3028.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076459861151355812-6787874515197504216?l=blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/feeds/6787874515197504216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076459861151355812&amp;postID=6787874515197504216&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076459861151355812/posts/default/6787874515197504216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076459861151355812/posts/default/6787874515197504216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/2011/06/good-luck-cubs.html' title='Good luck cubs!'/><author><name>Chloe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_axg0p8f4tmA/TTVS_rZZ4NI/AAAAAAAACuE/TPNb3LC0QiY/S220/hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/XOjMOkB11A0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076459861151355812.post-315762248012906128</id><published>2011-06-18T00:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T00:57:12.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stars shine</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/snap_51.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright............... I'm sorry for neglecting this space. Well theoretically, no one really cares because I don't think many of you come here already right?? I've been busy.... like usual. With school-work no lies. But schoolwork... is just a cover-up for my usual habit of procrastination and laziness. I've got no idea why, but when I'm down and out of motivation, I'm stuck on the very same spot. I've got nothing left for motivation. But I have pillars of strength, those friends. Trust... is mutual. And trust breeds trust. As hard as I find it to trust certain people, I still have to give them the benefit of doubt. Things will get better. I find no reason to react the way I did in 09/10's. It'd be downright immature of me to do so... However I may consider a game-plan if ostracizing takes place:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway my shoulder blade is killing me!!!! It's screwed up. Plus the neck and tummy aches, I wonder what else could go wrong. Besides the point..... I think I'd be going to watch the U-16s play on Monday for LCC!! TEEHEE. Is anyone else going? =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I promise a much longer post and one full of pictures the next time I blog, which is in one or two days time, I promise!!! Gotta runzz, been a lovely week meeting em'boys. xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076459861151355812-315762248012906128?l=blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/feeds/315762248012906128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076459861151355812&amp;postID=315762248012906128&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076459861151355812/posts/default/315762248012906128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076459861151355812/posts/default/315762248012906128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/2011/06/stars-shine.html' title='Stars shine'/><author><name>Chloe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_axg0p8f4tmA/TTVS_rZZ4NI/AAAAAAAACuE/TPNb3LC0QiY/S220/hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076459861151355812.post-4444627197122857395</id><published>2011-06-05T19:19:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T19:50:35.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Every guy should have a best girl friend in class</title><content type='html'>This thought just came to me. I felt that every guy should have a best girl friend in class. Regardless of you being attached or not, you should have a close girl friend. I feel that every guy needs a girl. Guys are clumsy by nature, that of course isn't necessarily bad. It's at times human nature to need certain people to help them out. Guys in this case, can't handle school work all by themselves. They need girls to sort them out, to remind them of different things... So i'll just suggest every guy out there to find a girl in your class that you can trust and count on! I'm sure nice girls will help out :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a vid I just made because I was bored....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/9v-Qjas3MLs" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="300" width="500"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here are pictures during speech day, enjoy! xx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v-xgdMMYZTk/Tets3nmAsuI/AAAAAAAACyw/UWy7B4jRJ2s/s1600/250639_1968798376440_1137382101_32328781_1881859_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v-xgdMMYZTk/Tets3nmAsuI/AAAAAAAACyw/UWy7B4jRJ2s/s400/250639_1968798376440_1137382101_32328781_1881859_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614701063224472290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5dYgbkzXYMQ/Tets39xDAsI/AAAAAAAACy4/kMFu4FE-e2M/s1600/255561_10150204681823446_793798445_7001517_4060293_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; 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Eraser</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="quote"&gt;Pencil:  You know, I'm really sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Eraser:  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For what? You didn't do anything wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pencil:  I'm sorry, 'cause you get hurt because of me. Whenever I make a  mistake, you're always there to erase it. But as you make my mistakes  vanish, you lose a part of yourself. You get smaller and smaller every  time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Eraser: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; That's true, but I don't really mind. You see, I was  made to do this. I was made to help you whenever you do something  wrong. Even though, one of these days, I know I'll be gone and you have  to replace me with a new one, I'm actually happy with my job. So please,  stop worrying. I hate seeing you sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;I could feel this quote. I could relate to it. I just saw this again, my brother's friend posted it up and I remembered seeing this month ago or so on Angeline's blog. You're my pencil, you write my life you make mistakes, but I'll always be there to erase your wrong-doings giving you my back. This is all I can feel for you. I'll be gone one day, but at least I lived my time doing what I love -- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;being there for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076459861151355812-3893342878630417773?l=blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/feeds/3893342878630417773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076459861151355812&amp;postID=3893342878630417773&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076459861151355812/posts/default/3893342878630417773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076459861151355812/posts/default/3893342878630417773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/2011/06/pencil-eraser.html' title='Pencil &amp; Eraser'/><author><name>Chloe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_axg0p8f4tmA/TTVS_rZZ4NI/AAAAAAAACuE/TPNb3LC0QiY/S220/hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076459861151355812.post-6463403410865469691</id><published>2011-06-03T23:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T23:47:46.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I quit netball........</title><content type='html'>This has been an issue I've been dealing with ever since I made that decision to leave netball. It's been a question I've been trying to answer myself day by day, and it just lingers on every single time I see things that remind me of netball. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Primary 3......... that was the year I was chosen when I went for the trials for that CCA. I didn't thought any great of it, just another sport to me. And I was partially involved in Brownies too. But as time goes on, I gradually drifted from Brownies, and netball became a huge part of my life... It was a fun sport, I hated the trainings. We had to run rounds and rounds, and did all those sit-ups, oh and I remember the skipping ropes.... even after the run we had to skip at least 500 times. Oh training was tough.... but it was the games that kept me going. And yeah, I found my spot in the team. I was a... center.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Centers are awesome pawsome! To me of course... because we get to run round the whole court, except the semi-circle. I loved running and being involved in every little thing. As time passes, I guess I was somewhat Captain of the team. But I know there the rest of the team-mates who were much better. You know... we had this chemistry because we played alongside one another for so long that we could read every move and the passes were always smooth. I could remember my allies clearly. My GA, GS and WA. I personally thought we were a great time, we never made it that far. Top 8 was the best we went, but it was an awesome experience. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could remember in 2006, when I was Primary 6, that Hougang center, she played dirty, shoved me to the ground and the referee was like.... didn't care. I fell flat, knees on both sides were badly scraped. Blood was flowing, and that feeling of just getting hit hard and falling down placed in a state of shock. The game went on, and I just found strength to stand up and I ran to play on. That was because it was 3/4. And it was ending in 3 mins... I knew the moment the whistle blew, I allowed myself to fall to the ground. It was intense, the pain... but my coach told me to hang on, and I did. I got the wounds firmly wrapped and continued with the remaining quarter. I am glad I got the chance to complete that match. I wouldn't forget the way my team-mates cared for me... After that day, there were many matches and my knee barely healed but I still trained and played. Wouldn't claim I'm the best center but hey, I was injured yet selected for the team, how would you think my skills are?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From that day on, I learnt one thing, playing dirty. Well in one way or another, when opponents just lightly give me a touch, I'd pretend to fall. And I get the throw in... Hahaha. Centers... must have stamina. And trust me, I had lots of them... USED TO.... Now, I'm just a dead pig. Primary school netball days was the sex. Best times of my netball times were there and I would never forget them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I proceeded to Secondary school, naturally netball was my choice. I loved netball. And I fought for every bit to be in the team and all. I was chosen, we had matches, it was great. I was the selected center, I guess I was good. Training as I always said was tough...... But I persevere.. Till..... the very day I decided to quit netball. I had issues with the team-mates. I just couldn't click the way they did. It was tough hanging on to a whole group thinking differently from you. There wouldn't be any chemistry in the team. THAT... was one of the largest mistake of my life. But I don't regret it... I just wished I could have done better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Netball was my passion.... primary school I thought, maybe I could be a part of the national team one day.... maybe I could play netball even when I grow up. Well all these hopes and dreams just went away. I quit netball because I couldn't fit in. And I'll say again, it is tough. Everyday I can't help but wonder what if I stayed in there... what ifs... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I'm in poly, I wanted to join netball. BUT, I'm now already very rusty... I haven't been playing it for a bit and I haven't been training. All you can see from a fit girl is flabs of fats around her. Ugh. I don't know??? I love netball. And I wished I had the courage to return to it, just the touch of it will make me feel alive again. I used to be a sports girl, a runner, an athlete. But that's gone... it was all the used to bes... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regrets of my life... I love netball. But I guess I'll leave it as a part of my past and not bring it up again. I'll never forget how it feels to run around with that touch of the ball in my hands, and as Captain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random pictures, more to come in the next post:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/254562_1910164005865_1594823153_31827393_3475688_n.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/254387_1910163165844_1594823153_31827390_506447_n.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/248783_10150207384848897_555588896_7132954_1058364_n.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/248782_10150207384818897_555588896_7132953_5642391_n.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076459861151355812-6463403410865469691?l=blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/feeds/6463403410865469691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076459861151355812&amp;postID=6463403410865469691&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076459861151355812/posts/default/6463403410865469691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076459861151355812/posts/default/6463403410865469691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/2011/06/why-i-quit-netball.html' title='Why I quit netball........'/><author><name>Chloe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_axg0p8f4tmA/TTVS_rZZ4NI/AAAAAAAACuE/TPNb3LC0QiY/S220/hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076459861151355812.post-7036509644080948865</id><published>2011-05-29T16:18:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T21:24:36.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That boy</title><content type='html'>Busy month for me since forever!!!! Looking back at when the school started, I had only 7 posts. Out of the 7, I'd consider 1 as a proper post. I need to find time for this love of mine.... It has been 6 weeks since school started. To think of it, I haven't really talked about my school life, in an elaborated way or the people I'm inclined to hanging out with, have I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jDc3Ui44N9A/TeIH6nCBPDI/AAAAAAAACxk/brfKt6CurH8/s1600/SAM_2692.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jDc3Ui44N9A/TeIH6nCBPDI/AAAAAAAACxk/brfKt6CurH8/s400/SAM_2692.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612056789148318770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ag79QGD90sI/TeIH6wkDReI/AAAAAAAACxs/l1zGcS8gy5k/s1600/SAM_2700.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ag79QGD90sI/TeIH6wkDReI/AAAAAAAACxs/l1zGcS8gy5k/s400/SAM_2700.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612056791706977762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooo anyway I've been busy with school. I make it a point to study at least 4 hours a day. Hahahaha I think it's a huge crazy step for me. After all, I never study past an hour in Secondary school. Teehee... this time I studied for only one reason. And it's that reason that keeps me going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ujUsVqypOPs/TeIIksC_o6I/AAAAAAAACx0/I-vV8TdJXu8/s1600/SAM_2707.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ujUsVqypOPs/TeIIksC_o6I/AAAAAAAACx0/I-vV8TdJXu8/s400/SAM_2707.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612057512049091490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jxWpjkcykPs/TeIIlDSL17I/AAAAAAAACx8/xfAZl8Jha40/s1600/SAM_2711.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jxWpjkcykPs/TeIIlDSL17I/AAAAAAAACx8/xfAZl8Jha40/s400/SAM_2711.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612057518286821298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's barely 6 weeks, yet I'm plagued with voices of rumors and nonsense. Take me back to April 18th, and I'd still have tweeted about hottie. It's a choice I've made that would never change. Nah k I shouldn't talk about it, it's gonna drive more nonsense around. Hahaha k bye. I'll have a proper post after June 13th... holiday week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lovesss xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076459861151355812-7036509644080948865?l=blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/feeds/7036509644080948865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076459861151355812&amp;postID=7036509644080948865&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076459861151355812/posts/default/7036509644080948865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076459861151355812/posts/default/7036509644080948865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/2011/05/that-boy.html' title='That boy'/><author><name>Chloe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_axg0p8f4tmA/TTVS_rZZ4NI/AAAAAAAACuE/TPNb3LC0QiY/S220/hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jDc3Ui44N9A/TeIH6nCBPDI/AAAAAAAACxk/brfKt6CurH8/s72-c/SAM_2692.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076459861151355812.post-8437096376752637232</id><published>2011-05-23T19:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T20:02:35.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'>23/05/2008</title><content type='html'>I thought this date seemed familiar. I was thinking pretty hard. However, I was surrounded by them they boys. It slipped my mind. It was good, because this shows I've truly let go of what we used to had. I've been holding on to something that isn't mine for a very long time. Guess what I realized today? I was the one who was hurting you, yet I thought otherwise. I brought pain to you, yet I failed to see them and continued blaming you. Is there anyone I could blame for what we became today? Yeah... myself. Everyday, I look back at what I had, and I miss you here and there. We used to be perfect and you could read me like you knew your 1 2 3s. I miss you so much, and especially today because you impacted my life, changing me. Without you, I'm sure I'd just be another wasted girl along the roads. My dear you, I'm truly happy for you. That you've found your other half. I'm sorry because all these while I created all these mess for you both. Be that as it may, you'll forever remain the most important person in my heart. There's no feelings anymore. No nothing, it's just a memory that hits me hard on every 23/05 and steal a secret heartache. And I've moved on, but hey. Please remember me as someone you knew in 2008 not the Chloe I've became in 2010. Because then in 2008, I loved you from the bottom of my heart, and in 2010, I loved you more so because I wanted you away from her. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I miss you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076459861151355812-8437096376752637232?l=blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/feeds/8437096376752637232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076459861151355812&amp;postID=8437096376752637232&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076459861151355812/posts/default/8437096376752637232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076459861151355812/posts/default/8437096376752637232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/2011/05/23052008.html' title='23/05/2008'/><author><name>Chloe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_axg0p8f4tmA/TTVS_rZZ4NI/AAAAAAAACuE/TPNb3LC0QiY/S220/hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076459861151355812.post-96501643871678803</id><published>2011-05-17T20:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T20:58:41.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me, you, study</title><content type='html'>Guess the only shit that links you and me up now is  S T U D Y. But I like that. You motivate me to study. I'm trying my best to know everything. I can do it... So anyway, watching TVD like a crazy girl. Sigh k i'm just crazy. I don't know what to blog nowadays... it's so creepy. Stalkers. Anonymous people all this. Wah can faint. And formspring people ain't any better or nice to me huh. Shall keep y'all entertained k. Hehe. So..... will blog a purpose post next time ok. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EYFEyCu-Bak/TdJs6gOR1tI/AAAAAAAACw0/GNe4GpyXfFo/s1600/SAM_2450.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EYFEyCu-Bak/TdJs6gOR1tI/AAAAAAAACw0/GNe4GpyXfFo/s400/SAM_2450.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607664238367725266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W0uc7bbDhrA/TdJs6Ukix4I/AAAAAAAACws/cMdNKOwcA94/s1600/SAM_2449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W0uc7bbDhrA/TdJs6Ukix4I/AAAAAAAACws/cMdNKOwcA94/s400/SAM_2449.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607664235239884674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ml38LmoSSYg/TdJs6HAK5RI/AAAAAAAACwk/HnPP4l7i_S8/s1600/SAM_2446.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ml38LmoSSYg/TdJs6HAK5RI/AAAAAAAACwk/HnPP4l7i_S8/s400/SAM_2446.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607664231597663506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b6_NOB5Bj3E/TdJs5rnU04I/AAAAAAAACwc/MzDZ70Y8P8M/s1600/SAM_2444.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b6_NOB5Bj3E/TdJs5rnU04I/AAAAAAAACwc/MzDZ70Y8P8M/s400/SAM_2444.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607664224245699458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jrct9Iq_R9E/TdJs6zfU0hI/AAAAAAAACw8/osTQG6CSSTs/s1600/SAM_2467.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jrct9Iq_R9E/TdJs6zfU0hI/AAAAAAAACw8/osTQG6CSSTs/s400/SAM_2467.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607664243539497490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076459861151355812-96501643871678803?l=blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/feeds/96501643871678803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076459861151355812&amp;postID=96501643871678803&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076459861151355812/posts/default/96501643871678803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076459861151355812/posts/default/96501643871678803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/2011/05/me-you-study.html' title='Me, you, study'/><author><name>Chloe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_axg0p8f4tmA/TTVS_rZZ4NI/AAAAAAAACuE/TPNb3LC0QiY/S220/hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EYFEyCu-Bak/TdJs6gOR1tI/AAAAAAAACw0/GNe4GpyXfFo/s72-c/SAM_2450.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076459861151355812.post-488180765866462145</id><published>2011-05-08T20:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T20:30:21.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I tie my shoes with shoelaces</title><content type='html'>Hello. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GUESS WHAT! &lt;/span&gt;Tomorrow is Monday already! Today is the 11th day. I'm going good. Once tomorrow arrives, it goes back to zero days. Well... had enough of all these drama in secondary school that now, there are lots of em' but I'm not getting involved, if I do, I win anyways HAHA. #jk no I'm serious.... :b So uhhhhh, the two bottom pictures are taken 6 months back, a contest to use newspaper + recycled items to dress up, hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/x2_5f3d991.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/x2_5f3da3b.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday i was #likeahappykid. uhs, today was study day. rather productive.... now moving on to effective communication blogging... sigh....... k uh. I gotta run, so many things left to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076459861151355812-488180765866462145?l=blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/feeds/488180765866462145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076459861151355812&amp;postID=488180765866462145&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076459861151355812/posts/default/488180765866462145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076459861151355812/posts/default/488180765866462145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-tie-my-shoes-with-shoelaces.html' title='I tie my shoes with shoelaces'/><author><name>Chloe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_axg0p8f4tmA/TTVS_rZZ4NI/AAAAAAAACuE/TPNb3LC0QiY/S220/hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076459861151355812.post-6613274770429333898</id><published>2011-05-07T00:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T00:23:06.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd May birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hello my homies!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Thank you for tuning in to my blog! H3he. So my birthday this year was spent with my lovely classmates MK1103.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Love you all so much. &lt;/span&gt;So I had bbq and lunch with the family. It was great. Sometimes it's through these things that you can see who cares, who doesn't, who loves you and who just wants to look and your downfall. Overall, it was extremely good. I have pictures for all of you here! ;) And a mini-vlog if you've yet to view it yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_2489.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_2490.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&amp;lt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_2492.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_2499.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_2500.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_2506.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_2512.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_2514.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img 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Next post sweethearts, next post. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076459861151355812-6613274770429333898?l=blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/feeds/6613274770429333898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076459861151355812&amp;postID=6613274770429333898&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076459861151355812/posts/default/6613274770429333898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076459861151355812/posts/default/6613274770429333898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/2011/05/2nd-may-birthday.html' title='2nd May birthday'/><author><name>Chloe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_axg0p8f4tmA/TTVS_rZZ4NI/AAAAAAAACuE/TPNb3LC0QiY/S220/hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076459861151355812.post-3233167582527592057</id><published>2011-04-30T00:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T00:11:27.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The school</title><content type='html'>Hi hi. School has been good for me. I guess I tend to stretch myself out a little too much but I think I'm coping well. Lectures and tutorials are going fine. Guess I could say I'm finding a spot somewhere in this school. I love that I could hang out with either the clique or the boys or even the duos. Compared to Secondary education, I personally thought Tertiary education wasn't half as bad. So looking through other people's twitter and blog posts, because apparently that's what they have been doing to me, scrolling through my time-line. I realized that well yes the whole lot of you know about it. o_O It was supposed to be a secret, now it's like a open secret. I pray he doesn't know although I guess he would if has circle of friends know already. -_________- Hope it's not half as awkward when I see him in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for notes, yes I've been writing them down, for yupzsx. Completed Stats notes. There's so many more modules to be done. And I'm rushing it out by the weekends so that I'll be able to catch up with school starts on Tuesday. A lot more days before I'll go *______*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANW, Sunday thanks for coming down those people. I appreciate it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and I wish everyday was like today.&lt;/span&gt; Toodles, pictures for all. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_2356.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_2354.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_2353.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_2373.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076459861151355812-3233167582527592057?l=blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/feeds/3233167582527592057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076459861151355812&amp;postID=3233167582527592057&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076459861151355812/posts/default/3233167582527592057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076459861151355812/posts/default/3233167582527592057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/2011/04/school.html' title='The school'/><author><name>Chloe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_axg0p8f4tmA/TTVS_rZZ4NI/AAAAAAAACuE/TPNb3LC0QiY/S220/hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076459861151355812.post-4291433075279309781</id><published>2011-04-26T20:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T21:27:25.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some day ago</title><content type='html'>Hello bloggearts! :3 This post was supposed to be up apparently 3 days ago..... but I was busy! School is really busy! But if you've been following me on my twitter, I'm sure you know lots of things about school and me and uhhhhh yup. Ha-ha. School's okay so far! Still adapting to the awesome environment and lovely classmates! So yups, hope all will do fine. I'll... update this friday or saturday if I'm free. Sorry. I still got lots of pictures yet to be up too! WELL IN OTHER NEWS..... 6 more days HAHA. O-K BYE. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I LOVE MY CLASSMATES!!!! :3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_2314.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_2313.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_2319.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_2333.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_2334.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_2335.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076459861151355812-4291433075279309781?l=blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/feeds/4291433075279309781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076459861151355812&amp;postID=4291433075279309781&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076459861151355812/posts/default/4291433075279309781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076459861151355812/posts/default/4291433075279309781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/2011/04/some-day-ago.html' title='Some day ago'/><author><name>Chloe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_axg0p8f4tmA/TTVS_rZZ4NI/AAAAAAAACuE/TPNb3LC0QiY/S220/hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076459861151355812.post-6093100496177729320</id><published>2011-04-17T18:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T18:54:44.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'>77th birthday</title><content type='html'>Few days back was granny's birthday hehe so here are the pictures! School's starting tomorrow! Wish me luck, hope I don't mess up like a klutz tomorrow!!!! xx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_2293.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_2294.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_2295.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_2297.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_2301.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_2308.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_2306.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_2305.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_2304.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_2300.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_2299.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076459861151355812-6093100496177729320?l=blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/feeds/6093100496177729320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076459861151355812&amp;postID=6093100496177729320&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076459861151355812/posts/default/6093100496177729320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076459861151355812/posts/default/6093100496177729320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/2011/04/77th-birthday.html' title='77th birthday'/><author><name>Chloe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_axg0p8f4tmA/TTVS_rZZ4NI/AAAAAAAACuE/TPNb3LC0QiY/S220/hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076459861151355812.post-2782303273392957680</id><published>2011-04-17T18:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T18:31:21.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pentagon</title><content type='html'>I'm always getting myself stuck in a mess. Ha-ha. I don't know how I should feel now or what I should do. I'm being sucked into both worlds that I don't want to be sucked into. Let's name the characters of this post: Me being Chloe.. -.- the two boys one John one Tom. the two girls one Jane one Mary. Ha-ha-ha lame names. I used to like John. I NEVER told him I like him, but I guess he could tell from my twitter (lol). But John likes Jane, Jane apparently doesn't like him but John still tries damn super hard. Until now still haven't give up. So I try to let it go, anyway didn't tell him I like him also whutz. But me being a girl, obviously a tiny part of me still cares for him -- that kind of thing. Then one day Tom comes along. Then slowly... I like Tom. But again I didn't tell Tom I like him. As I slowly analyzed(LOL), I know that Mary and Tom are related. Like there is definitely something going on between them. Turns out I'm right(-.-) But Tom is giving me glimpses that he likes me? Then maybe again I'm thinking too much. Boys... best at confusing girls that they like them when they don't. But I still think Tom has Mary in his heart. Back to John, he at times shows that he likes me but he still wants Jane. Okay wait I must add one more character, we have Tim. So now out of John and Tom, Tim is the only guy who tells me that he likes me. Problem is, Tim is my ex-crush. And Tim is extremely sweet to me. But then I'm stuck like don't know if Tom likes me. Because I really like Tom. But then if Tom doesn't tell me that he likes me..... and Tim is so nice to me........... I really will like Tim :"(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading my darlings! HEHE. I feel better after saying it out. If you could help or advice, do help me out ok. Muax muax. Next post I'm uploading lots of pictures!!! Heh3.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076459861151355812-2782303273392957680?l=blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/feeds/2782303273392957680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076459861151355812&amp;postID=2782303273392957680&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076459861151355812/posts/default/2782303273392957680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076459861151355812/posts/default/2782303273392957680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/2011/04/pentagon.html' title='Pentagon'/><author><name>Chloe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_axg0p8f4tmA/TTVS_rZZ4NI/AAAAAAAACuE/TPNb3LC0QiY/S220/hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076459861151355812.post-2047295599601198117</id><published>2011-04-16T00:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T00:13:37.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I fall in love..... AGAIN</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_2298.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hi ma homies!!!! :3 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok 1 photo only cuz.... the rest are uploading and I'm lazy to wait so I'll add the other photos tomorrow yup yup yup!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you my sexy darlings for reading my blog. muax muax. How y'all doing out there? Hope you guys are happy nappy wappy!!! Heh3 I know I am kinda like hyper now for IDK what reason...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as my blog title states..... I fall in love&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; AGAIN&lt;/span&gt;. Okay.. not love. I got so many crushes. HEHE. I like 10 guys at one time. HEHEHEHE JK. Yups back to ma topic....... again. I'm at the losing end always!! I mean I choose guys who don't like me. Hahaha but I hate guys who like me!!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Yuxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEHEHEHEHE AM I PRETTY :3 I know I am hahahahaha. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;#girlmuststayconfident&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Love y'all! muaxxx.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076459861151355812-2047295599601198117?l=blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/feeds/2047295599601198117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076459861151355812&amp;postID=2047295599601198117&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076459861151355812/posts/default/2047295599601198117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076459861151355812/posts/default/2047295599601198117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-fall-in-love-again.html' title='I fall in love..... AGAIN'/><author><name>Chloe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_axg0p8f4tmA/TTVS_rZZ4NI/AAAAAAAACuE/TPNb3LC0QiY/S220/hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076459861151355812.post-5692190383904289978</id><published>2011-04-13T17:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T17:40:12.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today is 13th April</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fXCRAOxhuIE/TaVtpdM87pI/AAAAAAAACwM/AIAruwRNejY/s1600/Picture0307.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 178px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fXCRAOxhuIE/TaVtpdM87pI/AAAAAAAACwM/AIAruwRNejY/s400/Picture0307.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594998671058726546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello bloggiex. God today sure is a tiring day for me. I slept for 4 hours, had to travel to Novena, and then now I'm back home. In a bit, I'll be traveling to the Airport. So uhhhh yeah, tired but this is the last week of ma holiday so okay. :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna blog very very very soon on my face! Like how my pimples went off, should be quite interesting! H3he. Thank you all for reading my blog. According to blogger stats, I get up to 80 uniques on average for last month of which I'm grateful of. I'm a nobody yet I get hits like that. Gives me the extra oomph to blog. I mean of course even without readers, my love for blogging won't change since 2006. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really so tired while crafting this post............ more pictures or maybe a vid the next post ok? xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076459861151355812-5692190383904289978?l=blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/feeds/5692190383904289978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076459861151355812&amp;postID=5692190383904289978&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076459861151355812/posts/default/5692190383904289978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076459861151355812/posts/default/5692190383904289978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/2011/04/today-is-13th-april.html' title='Today is 13th April'/><author><name>Chloe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_axg0p8f4tmA/TTVS_rZZ4NI/AAAAAAAACuE/TPNb3LC0QiY/S220/hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fXCRAOxhuIE/TaVtpdM87pI/AAAAAAAACwM/AIAruwRNejY/s72-c/Picture0307.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076459861151355812.post-705358969013180666</id><published>2011-04-10T18:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T19:15:29.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cohen's Birthday</title><content type='html'>So uhhhhhhhhhhhh week ago was my brother's birthday! Spent it at NEX's Pizza Hut. Ha-ha-ha. The way they sang the song for him is like........ damn cute :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I've quite a number of photos so here's a photo spree for y'all :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_2182.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_2183.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_2185.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_2195.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_2197.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_2200.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_2202.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_2203.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_2204.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_2208.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_2209.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_2216.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_2217.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_2219.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_2220.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_2223.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_2227.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_2236.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_2237.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_2238.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_2247.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_2243.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooooooh that's me! Not bad. Gained 10 followers in a week. I love y'all so much :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#yayme. #winning Ok, another post coming up soon anytime. xoxoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076459861151355812-705358969013180666?l=blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/feeds/705358969013180666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076459861151355812&amp;postID=705358969013180666&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076459861151355812/posts/default/705358969013180666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076459861151355812/posts/default/705358969013180666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/2011/04/cohens-birthday.html' title='Cohen&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>Chloe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_axg0p8f4tmA/TTVS_rZZ4NI/AAAAAAAACuE/TPNb3LC0QiY/S220/hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076459861151355812.post-7856640614553850011</id><published>2011-04-09T19:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T20:07:56.017+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cuz I'm prettier than you</title><content type='html'>Today's post is on a very aizai girl. And because I promised my followers and readers and also my mommy, that I'd dedicate my win to all of you. So I'm gonna share the whole story with y'all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a club owner of a club called Rainbow Babyz, and yes I'm also the founder of it. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;As a founder, I am entitled every rights to recruit any member or expel any member at any point of time anywhere.&lt;/span&gt; So..... apparently (due to some reasons, I don't want to further bring her name down) I expelled her from my club. And of course, I had to possess the courtesy to inform her of her being expelled... and guess what she posted on my wall? Well, before that I was too late in printing that screen down and she removed it so it went something along the lines like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"Eh you want expel then expel lah, I also don't wanna stay in such a bc club. Because of that loser louis you expel me? =.="&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO OBVIOUSLY I WAS PEEVED. Hello???? I have a name. You don't have to "EH" me right? So here was what I posted on her facebook wall and her responses:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/Chat1a.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/chat2.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So APPARENTLY, she removed my above wall post that was on her wall... and she posted THIS on my wall:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/chat3.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. I really don't understand her chinese pinyin words?? OK BUT SEE... I've such nice friends who'll help me out. Aiya OK actually also don't know why I blur her face in the first few posts.... Cos she did post on my wall whutz............................. so uhhhhhh y'all know who posted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OH AND AFTER THIS SHE DELETED ME OFF FACEBOOK.&lt;/span&gt; Damn angry right cos..... like she scared or what?!?!?!?!?!?! So I facebook message her, I mean the thing that I'm not happy with is............................ I want her to say SORRY, sorry for what she called me and all. I mean, did I even called her bitch and all? No I didn't yet she's so rude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/chat4.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/chat5.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my principles are that you should say sorry if you're in the wrong. And I'll always give you a chance. BUT IF YOU WASTE THAT CHANCE, HAHA TOO BAD. You're going down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So uhhhhhhhhhhh, I wanted to defame her already. Then yesterday......... I received this from her:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/chat6.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL? "No mood with school stuffs and this craps thingy" Uhhhhhh, those are excuses. Doesn't mean you no mood can kill people. And she called this a crap thingy?!!!!????!!!! She was the one who started it. AND HELLO, she copied me. I gave her -_________- she also must do the same. So tell me, I blogging this is right or wrong?!?!! Where got people say sorry also say till so insincere one? It's as if I'm saying "I'm sorry you asswipe" YUX.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where got people like that huh?!?!!?! WHERE GOT. TELL ME. I don't even bother replying her, cos really waste my time. Don't be her friend ok. Just look at her...... so weird. Lolz. Nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;font-size:180%;" &gt;I AM DEDICATING THIS POST TO ALL MY TWITTER FOLLOWERS, BLOG READERS AND MY MOMMY! :-D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's a win, and yeah i'm always #winning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. O-K. And ya............................  thanks for da support. I love you all! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*MUAAAAXXXXXX*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076459861151355812-7856640614553850011?l=blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/feeds/7856640614553850011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076459861151355812&amp;postID=7856640614553850011&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076459861151355812/posts/default/7856640614553850011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076459861151355812/posts/default/7856640614553850011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/2011/04/cuz-im-prettier-than-you.html' title='Cuz I&apos;m prettier than you'/><author><name>Chloe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_axg0p8f4tmA/TTVS_rZZ4NI/AAAAAAAACuE/TPNb3LC0QiY/S220/hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076459861151355812.post-9158269862638371739</id><published>2011-04-06T13:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T13:17:27.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Responsibility</title><content type='html'>First thing to the morning was a call from my mom's friend: "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Where are your 2 friends?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_____________________________________________________________-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is your sense of responsibility the both of you? Do you not even have them? Oh okay wait you don't. Let me see............ Initially, I was reluctant to let you both take the job up because I was with a worrying heart, worried that you'd play her out. And guess what you guys really just did it. Chances, I will never give it to you both again, or your friends. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;NEVER EVER&lt;/span&gt;. I will never. No wonder your record in school is so bad............uhs, I can see how you land yourself in the respective places you guys are. And your record outside and all. This is really beside the point. It's like I thought why not? It's a job. They can earn money, I'm sure they'll be there.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt; BUT YOU BOTH WEREN'T.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And you didn't even had the courtesy to even call to say "I can't make it" or that you change your mind. &lt;/span&gt;I could accept that you know? But not even a call? I CALLED YOU TEXT YOU, no reply. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Brats&lt;/span&gt;. You even promised that everything will be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTE THAT I have other people willing to take the job up. I had to rush to make calls, twitter, facebook to find others. Some who initially wanted it couldn't make it because they thought it was already taken up, they had other jobs. Do you both know they had to rush the shipment out by tomorrow? THEY NEEDED TO SHIFT THE ITEMS BY TODAY. AND YET YOU'RE LIKE THAT? Honestly, there are no other people more evil than you both. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You make me discriminate even YOUR FRIENDS.&lt;/span&gt; Because how good would they be hanging out with both irresponsible people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not only was your image affected, my credibility was hit. I always recruited trustworthy people, ahhh yes my fault in this.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt; I SHOULD HAVE NEVER ENTRUSTED MY CREDIBILITY ON TWO PEOPLE WHO CAN'T MAKE OUT ONE AND ONE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Irresponsible.&lt;/span&gt; Totally. And honestly, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;IRKSOME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Disgusting&lt;/span&gt;. And simply......&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;nincompoops with no sense of right and wrong. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THESE ARE THE SORT OF PEOPLE WHO ARE THE LITTLE SMEAR ON A WONDERFUL PIECE OF WHITE PAPER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Definitely this post is directed only to both of them. Other people who do the things they do, I'll judge for myself if you're good or bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076459861151355812-9158269862638371739?l=blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/feeds/9158269862638371739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076459861151355812&amp;postID=9158269862638371739&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076459861151355812/posts/default/9158269862638371739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076459861151355812/posts/default/9158269862638371739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/2011/04/responsibility.html' title='Responsibility'/><author><name>Chloe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_axg0p8f4tmA/TTVS_rZZ4NI/AAAAAAAACuE/TPNb3LC0QiY/S220/hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076459861151355812.post-875321180997349507</id><published>2011-04-01T23:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T00:07:33.810+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cemetery'/><title type='text'>Cemetery</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_2055.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hellow wellow yellow marshmallow. Ok so few days ago(the same day as earth hour), I went to the cemetery to pray to my grandfather. Woke up like super early at 4. And got to watch wee bit of Spain match. In any case... it was an awful morning as my tummy was really hurting but it got better.... and it was really dark..... IDK if I really saw ppl or...... -_______-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_2061.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yups that was the sky got brighter, but no sun rise?! I think we were quite level hence no sun rise ha-ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_2066.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok and this was the picture with a missing person! scary lol. I didn't know how come he missing also -__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_2083.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_2086.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is my handsome ah gong :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_2089.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Self shot of us with grandfather hahahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_2099.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_2097.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture of petes and her friends HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_2087.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we r more inclined to wearing specs if we are without make-up?! but still pretty la n_n&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_2101.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUPPOSEDLY FORMAL LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_2102.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Informal, note that informal = ^^V&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY OF COURSE MY POST MUST HAVE ONLY ME PIX WHAT HAHA OK here:&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_2093.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_2095.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and maaaahhh friends yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lol.... ok sigh IDK if I should be happy. Should I should I? Like he happy = I happy? That's my aim right? Ok then maybe I should be happy. LOL. Thanks for the questions anonymous people. Sigh............................................. still waiting -_______________-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076459861151355812-875321180997349507?l=blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/feeds/875321180997349507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076459861151355812&amp;postID=875321180997349507&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076459861151355812/posts/default/875321180997349507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076459861151355812/posts/default/875321180997349507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/2011/04/cemetery.html' title='Cemetery'/><author><name>Chloe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_axg0p8f4tmA/TTVS_rZZ4NI/AAAAAAAACuE/TPNb3LC0QiY/S220/hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076459861151355812.post-4909592707553715340</id><published>2011-03-31T00:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T01:02:36.690+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Earth hour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011'/><title type='text'>Earth Hour</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wassup. So here is how I spent my Earth Hour this year. Nothing special, when it was 8.25pm, I got the lights switched off, computer shut down. And lit candles round my room. Soooo I also made a video but I'm yet to upload it. So I'll do that real soon. I was booored, so I ended up playing with glow-sticks and taking pictures with my beloved toys. Well here are some pictures:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_2123.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's Robi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_2127.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's rabies and pluto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_2128.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star Baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_2157.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/?action=view&amp;amp;current=SAM_2129.jpg" target="_blank" img="" src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_212.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_2129.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Percy Mississippi and Sam Jr with Lavender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/?action=view&amp;amp;current=SAM_2129.jpg" target="_blank" img="" src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_212.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_2160.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Earth hour ended in a blink of an eye for me! How about you? How did you spend your earth hour? Hope y'all had lots of fun! Till then! x x x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076459861151355812-4909592707553715340?l=blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/feeds/4909592707553715340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076459861151355812&amp;postID=4909592707553715340&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076459861151355812/posts/default/4909592707553715340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076459861151355812/posts/default/4909592707553715340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/2011/03/earth-hour.html' title='Earth Hour'/><author><name>Chloe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_axg0p8f4tmA/TTVS_rZZ4NI/AAAAAAAACuE/TPNb3LC0QiY/S220/hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076459861151355812.post-3283507273093451683</id><published>2011-03-29T22:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T23:42:12.291+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='4E1'/><title type='text'>4E1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;I miss 4E1.... for the right and wrong reasons... so besides the point, let me share why:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I MISS KAMAL:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for always asking me about her. and for IDK? i wasn't really that close to him. but he was a nice friend. IDK if he's been like don't like me or what but i'd say i've taken him as a friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;I MISS VIVIEN:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for... being vivien. for actually i must be honest, i didn't really communicate with her. haha so IDK what to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I MISS ANGIE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for always being there for me. sigh ok, rumors aside. she was a really nice friend to me. she was always there to listen. i needed someone to listen and she was always there. i honestly treated her as a close friend, IDK what i am to her but she was really nice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I MISS MEIXIN:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for letting me poke her. and just making fun of her. i think i'm really irritating towards her la but seriously she's the most neutral person that i've ever met. and lucky me, i had a chance to be her friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I MISS ALEX:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for letting me bully him. although he really sucks at time. i feel like killing him but overall in my last year of secondary school life, he treated me nicely. and i'm glad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;I MISS MYSELF:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for being a fake friend to a lot of people. for a lot of things that cannot be comprehended. sigh sad year for me, i couldn't remain a 7 i became a 6. i miss being nice only when i want to and quarreling with ppl for no reason. and also for staying so pretty hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;I MISS JIAQIAN:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for being my cousin, for showing me how funny she and renice can be when they are together. she's one of the more neutral friends i had, as in maybe she don't really hate people? ok IDK how she take me as but I took her as a friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;I MISS TENGKIAT:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for mumbling like an idiot. sigh really feel like slapping him?! but ok he was also nice friend i think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I MISS ELAINE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for being super whiny. srsly?! ok sometimes really is irritating. but ok she was a good friend and ok also sometimes bad. and she was one of the closest friends i made, through the 4 years of my sec life. haha, yeah i don't deny i do talk about her technically behind her back but i don't mind her knowing kind of thing. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I MISS ARAVIND:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for sitting beside me in class. for helping me out in math. for lending viknesh his girlfriend to bluff me lol thx la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I MISS ROOBEN:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for being IDK la.. sometimes he's really nice also. but he a bit weird like that? not used to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I MISS IRFAANA:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for being lame. ok not lame la. IDK she super anti-social?! but ok leh she's quite nice la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I MISS JONATHAN:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for being my friend. seriously no lies, to me he was an extremely nice friend. irritating yes but nice. i treat him as my friend honestly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;I MISS ZHONGXIAN:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for letting me poke him ok unwillingly. haha ok and he always sleep also. but ok cool guy. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I MISS YEWYUAN:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for swearing every morning. haha but he was also a nice guy. IDK if treats me a friend or what la but i guess he was to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;I MISS GUIYU:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for being social? ok IDK... haha some times i feel there's always this barrier between us? like some hate-love friendship but ok la, once we hate, we really hate. once we love, we really love? no worries, super candid about this issue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I MISS WEIXIANG:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for always sleeping in class. but damn aizai always results so good.......and the other time for staying back to arrange tables and chairs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;I MISS NAREIN:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for loving me. ok kidd. IDK la.... so cute la we 2. couple from p6. but ok thanks for being a good friend! love love u.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;I MISS HELMI:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for letting me make fun of him and a. lol. and ok nothing much wasn't really close to him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;I MISS IRFAN:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for being a total asswipe to me in 2010. and for hurting my feelings way down to the max. didn't know a person could change so much? u made me learnt alot from you. way too much. and forever not ur friend on fb sigh. haha ok i already used a lot of fake account to add u liao. stalker is me thx. ok hehe since u r such an ass, still gonna be my usual self and end this off with love u always my ex- cute handsome boy. :3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I MISS SHAHIED:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for haha being super nice to me? ok IDK.. you were nice and sometimes u suck like ttly. but ok thx for always being thr whenever i needed someone, i think? i forget la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I MISS JIAHUI:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for trying to help me in A maths lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;I MISS WEIHIEN:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for walao eh srsly sry if i hurt ur feelings but i miss u for making me don't wanna talk to u? IDK la, be a man yo. zzz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;I MISS SUFIAH:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for being my bitch. ok conflicts and all aside in this post, u were the best friend i ever had. ty for everything. i love u so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;I MISS RAM:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for haha being so cute la! ok u r one of the friends i like having to hang out with. teehee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;I MISS RENICE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for accompanying me during a math free period. i think u r the friend i spend the longest time with during curriculum hours. lol. thx for listening to all my crap and all. i mizzzz u.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;I MISS SHALICE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for IDK? ok saying i pretty? shalice u said that right? ok haha lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I MISS SHANTHIYA:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for walaoeh being crazy with renice. ty for all the times during free period hehehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;I MISS SHERMAN:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for being like damn irritating?! and keep asking me about her last time? but ok glad he's leading a better life now without a jinx haha ok lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;I MISS BRYAN:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for IDK? like drift a lot from 2009.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MISS FELICIA:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for being over-sensitive and back-stabbing me? ok maybe not back stabbing la. haha. IDK what u tell ppl about me but i do know i tell ppl u r so sensitive. lol. haha but seriously miss trying to "snatch"(in ur dictionary) irfan. lol. but all that aside, thx for existing in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;I MISS QUANHUI:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for being a class-wrecker woohoo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;I MISS WEIKEAT:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for being so eeeee-minded during free periods lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;I MISS VIKNESH:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for being so nice to me making me angry quarreling with me and making me smile. thx so much. i love u always ok. no lies. thx thx thx 4 everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;I MISS WAHYU:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for being such a sweet girl. talked so much lesser in 2010. but u were there if i ever went to u, love u.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;I MISS CHRISTINA:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for IDK? hahahahahaha omg sry i always keep saying u super thin and all behind ur back. lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I MISS ARVIN:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for being arvin and also being a friend listening me out helping me in maths tyty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;I MISS TEENESH:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for hahahahah omg sry about u and shahrul. i caused it so childish and lame. hope u dng fine now boy one sec friend. :b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awwwwwww why did y'all had to go? sigh couldn't find another one of this batch filled with shooo much drama. in my heart always for both bad and good. count urself lucky i even kept a space 4 u. haha ok kidding. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;muaxxx.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076459861151355812-3283507273093451683?l=blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/feeds/3283507273093451683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076459861151355812&amp;postID=3283507273093451683&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076459861151355812/posts/default/3283507273093451683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076459861151355812/posts/default/3283507273093451683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/2011/03/4e1.html' title='4E1'/><author><name>Chloe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_axg0p8f4tmA/TTVS_rZZ4NI/AAAAAAAACuE/TPNb3LC0QiY/S220/hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076459861151355812.post-2296965019922070484</id><published>2011-03-27T21:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T22:06:00.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Opposite Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;When I say today is Opposite Day, it is not opposite day. Because the opposite of opposite day is not opposite day. When I say today is not opposite day, it either means it is really not opposite day or it means Opposite day because the opposite of not opposite day is opposite day but when you say it's not opposite day, it's not opposite, no?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teehee. Just feeling real bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just thought I'd give my blog some updates..................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THOSE WHO GOSSIP WITH YOU WILL GOSSIP ABOUT YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll not deny I gossip about the people whom I gossip with. Haha. So honestly, best friends? Nah that's a pass that I'd give. You gossip with them, they'll gossip about you. Got gossip genes already. Just like you la, YOU YOU YOU, who acted like my friend all these while in 2010 but you're not? I know so because people tell me. Silly you, you gossip with them, they'll gossip about you. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Trust is thin. &lt;/span&gt;You made it thinner the moment you left my sight. Awwwww sheeesh. How did I find out? Well, ask your so called "friends" -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"When a girl says she's fine, she's not"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAAAAT?! Okay sometimes I really wonder who creates such facts?! Sometimes I AM REALLY FINE! I told one of the ex, that I'm fine. And guess what? He said I know you're not... Tell me what's wrong. Uh?!?!! I'm really fine leh?! Then he says I'm lying. Sigh -___- Super lol and lame pls. If I'm not fine, pls I will tell you. TYSVM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/Hii.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayssss....... sigh ok nvm. LOL. Irritating right.. wanna say something then I don't wanna tell y'all?! Ughhhhhh. OK BYE. Thanks thanks for reading. Love love. xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076459861151355812-2296965019922070484?l=blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/feeds/2296965019922070484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076459861151355812&amp;postID=2296965019922070484&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076459861151355812/posts/default/2296965019922070484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076459861151355812/posts/default/2296965019922070484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/2011/03/opposite-day.html' title='Opposite Day'/><author><name>Chloe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_axg0p8f4tmA/TTVS_rZZ4NI/AAAAAAAACuE/TPNb3LC0QiY/S220/hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076459861151355812.post-4172008674634404936</id><published>2011-03-22T23:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T23:44:44.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Should you give up or hold on?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;SHOULD I HOLD ON OR GIVE UP?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not so sure about the others, but I definitely feel that my followers and the people I follow are, well.... one way or another facing the problem of asking themselves&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; "Should I give up or continue trying?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, we all have to know, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;THERE ARE PEOPLE OUT THERE RELYING ON YOUR HAPPINESS TO BE HAPPY THEMSELVES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, since I'm a real life example, I shall take my case as this content &lt;-- (LOL, case) Well, I think the scenario fits most of y'all. So let's go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Imagine yourself as me, and the person I like as the person you like, so on and so forth. I like this guy. I thought he liked me, because he was nice to me. (MAYBE THINK TOO MUCH  &lt;-- always the case) Then I found out, that he likes another girl. And I thought, well as long as he's happy. But I realized this girl likes another boy. But that boy likes another girl. SO WHAT?&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I AM SAD BECAUSE MY CRUSH IS SAD OVER HIS CRUSH BEING SAD OVER HER CRUSH BEING SAD OVER HIS CRUSH?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg. Ok long chain la don't want continue with it, confusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you ask yourself... DO I HOLD ON? Or do I let go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you let go, you go "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But I already held on for so long... and I can't deny I still like him&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you hold on, you go "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sigh... I still like him but it's really so hurtful to see him like someone else&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So how? Wait we analyze another part first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say Boy A likes me, I like boy B. Boy B likes Girl A, Girl A likes Boy C. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5 unhappy people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;YOU NEED JUST ONE TURN.&lt;/span&gt; Let boy c choose girl A. Boy B realizes he should give me a chance, Boy B comes to me. So end up 1 person sad... better than all sad right?! I'm sure there's someone else who will want boy A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe I know you're worried about this scenario:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like now for me, BOY_95 is my priority, and boywhatevernumber is my option. One day I finally decided to make boywhatevernumber my priority. BUT, I am now Boy_95's priority and boywhatevernumber's option. Aiya do you get what I mean? I know in life all these type of shit just happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO THE MAIN POINT HERE IS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To hold on or to give up, is entirely on the person himself.&lt;/span&gt; You can't force him to hold on or give up, we can't stop emotions from feeling that way. For me, I choose to hold on. I will hold on till this love dies. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PLS DON'T TELL ME THAT YOU WILL ONLY LOVE HIM/HER FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE ESPECIALLY IF YOU'RE STILL YOUNG.&lt;/span&gt; Look back and ask yourself how many times you moved on from someone so ok???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Well if you choose to let go:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Which is mostly hard.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it takes the highest degree of love to let go. &lt;/span&gt;If you decide to let go... STOP VIEWING HER PROFILE. STOP TEXTING HER WHATEVER. Don't let her run to you as a back-up plan, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MOVE ON.&lt;/span&gt; You've waited long enough, and once you let go, and she decides to go to you,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; THAT'S HER LOSS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;God removed good things from your life so better things could enter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;If you choose to hold on:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;STAY STRONG.&lt;/span&gt; You choose the harder route but if that's what you want, stay true to your feelings. Don't regret your choice. Because sometimes, waiting pays off. They may realize how much you've done for them and fall for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O.K so I choose to hold on, what about you?&lt;/span&gt; Hope this post helps a little at least okay? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;STAY HAPPY MY DEAR READERS AND FOLLOWERS!! Hope y'all remain happy always! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076459861151355812-4172008674634404936?l=blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/feeds/4172008674634404936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076459861151355812&amp;postID=4172008674634404936&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076459861151355812/posts/default/4172008674634404936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076459861151355812/posts/default/4172008674634404936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/2011/03/should-you-give-up-or-hold-on.html' title='Should you give up or hold on?'/><author><name>Chloe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_axg0p8f4tmA/TTVS_rZZ4NI/AAAAAAAACuE/TPNb3LC0QiY/S220/hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076459861151355812.post-8802407825428160963</id><published>2011-03-20T23:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T02:23:58.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'>11:11</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_1666.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I should be contented with the past 6 days of my life. For once, I was happy after so long. I made 11:11 wishes. And they all came true. Truth here is, I guess for wishes to come true, the method that you're using to make a wish, be it flipping a coin into the well or making 11:11 wishes or even wishing to shooting stars, if you're wishing it for you and someone else, that person, too, must believe in it. It was nice when your wishes come true and all you can do is smile to yourself to go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teehee I admit, I like that boy. Just like. But nay, I am not gonna do it the Dec/Jan/Feb way. No no no I am not gonna "confess" It's just like only la. Not lurbzvs. If you're gonna ask what's happened to sjsmg, PM ME readers. I'll share. Well... whatever it is.... I think he's an easy one to get over. If you wanna know.. PM me again. I mean when I ask y'all to PM it's cos it's their private lives, I'm not supposed to anyhow reveal la right? Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thiz is also definitely the first time I quarreled with someone I NEVER met at all. Lol. This is funny la. But okay peace. Just wanna say that yeah, I like him. I know he's gonna take huge advantage out of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Well... feelings will fade. I'm waiting for it to be faded. Because I know boy_95, I will never be someone you choose. So good luck with whoever you're gonna be with. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha lame sia I. Blog this kind of thing. Lol. Sentence structure major fail. Ok bye hunz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076459861151355812-8802407825428160963?l=blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/feeds/8802407825428160963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076459861151355812&amp;postID=8802407825428160963&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076459861151355812/posts/default/8802407825428160963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076459861151355812/posts/default/8802407825428160963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/2011/03/1111.html' title='11:11'/><author><name>Chloe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_axg0p8f4tmA/TTVS_rZZ4NI/AAAAAAAACuE/TPNb3LC0QiY/S220/hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076459861151355812.post-72629702757325828</id><published>2011-03-18T18:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T19:42:40.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weak</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I AM WEAK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I won't deny that, now I'm letting you know what's in me. How great is that? Use it as a tool and hit me hard on my soft points. That's what fakies do, don't they? Wait for the downfall of a person and start gloating all about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing that makes you the strongest will always be the one that makes you the weakest. So remind me again when I'm emotionally strongest? When I break free from someone I care about most, that's when I'm strongest. I build my faith on broken tears. Then suddenly I get all loser, and fall for a guy. Then let them manipulate and pull the strings of my heart. Yes I am weak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even wanna use twitter also relying on someone to talk to me first. Guess today will be my last 11:11 wishes. Gotta stand strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Sigh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;#DESTINEDTOBE_GIRL_LONELY_FOREVER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_1943.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_1968.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_1952.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_1948.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_1947.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_1944.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;XXX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076459861151355812-72629702757325828?l=blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/feeds/72629702757325828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076459861151355812&amp;postID=72629702757325828&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076459861151355812/posts/default/72629702757325828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076459861151355812/posts/default/72629702757325828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/2011/03/weak.html' title='Weak'/><author><name>Chloe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_axg0p8f4tmA/TTVS_rZZ4NI/AAAAAAAACuE/TPNb3LC0QiY/S220/hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076459861151355812.post-5267595703578217584</id><published>2011-03-17T18:07:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T21:34:25.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Vs Friendship</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;LOVE VS FRIENDSHIP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello... O.K so someone(I think someone I know) ha-ha, requested this for one of my blog post. I decided to merge them both..... love and friendship. So yeah continue reading if you want to.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_1746.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's talk about Love first. Love is a feeling of personal attachment blah blah something along those lines I'm sure you get what I mean, I've been talking about Love pretty much most of my blogging life. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KdiaozLOLame. &lt;/span&gt;I'm sure everyone out there regardless of your age do experience Love in any form, Love between your parents, your siblings, your lover to you. Love is a happy thing. But sometimes it's painful. The departure of your parents, the break-ups with your lover makes everything seem as if nothing ever lasts so why bother start something? But it's also that very reason that it doesn't last that we should cherish everyone. OK? So that's roughly love la. Piangz can really kill myself... I super lazy to blog proper english, always come up with all these rojak words. Sorry... haha I think I will try to be back to my 2010 obnoxious self in the next post&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;. KdiaozLOLame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_1757.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there's friendship. You know? The people who are there for you NO MATTER WHAT HAPPEN?! No that's not true. Only your best friend is there. Some friends are what we call friends for benefits. And we have true friends, fake friends, whateveryoucanthinkof friends. True friends don't need to be your best friend. No one needs a best friend. A best friend leaves you, because sometimes you know each other too well, you realize it's time to move on from your friendship. Aiya c'mon seriously... this is what is happening to yourself too right? Don't tell me never. So true friends are good enough, they've always got your back. They are your pillars of strength. If you find yourself a true friend, keep them. There's friends for benefits, friends you may or may not like but are like GOOD FRIENDS FOREVER so that maybe when you're friends with her you get free drinks and she gets free food, something like that la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_1767.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;FAKE FRIENDS ARE THE COOLEST ONES YOU WILL EVER GET!!! &lt;/span&gt;Cos you're like playing a continual game with them. You know... to guess if they are telling the truth or whether it's a lie. Or maybe if they are spies from your enemies. And the best thing about fake friends are... you can be freaking fake with them too! SMILE in front of them and then just stab them when they turn away. They don't mind la cos they are fake too. Being fake is cool cos you got so many masks to change into towards different friends, just like my friend in secondary school, she is the best with her masks. Those boys are always intertwined by her. Oh yes yes I'm fake towards to her too, cos... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;she's a bitch.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KdiaozLOLame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_1772.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY so you got the love and the friends. Which one would you choose????????? For me, HONESTLY, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I choose love&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love stays true to you, because love has always been something I've been comfortable with.&lt;/span&gt; Friendships... are the socializing part and all that I HATE DOING, but not that I'm not good in socializing, I just hate it. I hate having to even adapt to new environments. LIKE POLY... new friends and what orientation waste my time. Seriously..... hate socializing. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KdiaozLOLame&lt;/span&gt;. But love... I'll choose it when it's the person who loves me not I love him. Aiya you get what I mean?? It's TRUE: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To be loved than to love&lt;/span&gt;. It's always so much more blissful. And I know that. But I know la, some die die can't change mindset people(like me last time, maybe now also IDK) want to go with the people they love, say what as long as the other party happy can already blahhhh.....&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; HAVE YOU EVER REALIZED THAT SOMEONE ELSE MAY BE RELYING ON YOUR HAPPINESS TO BE HAPPY TOO? DON'T BE SELFISH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_1825.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEEHEE. I know I blog a lot. To make up for my laziness the past few days. HEHE. I've been thinking anyway... you know... sometimes even if you love someone so much, it doesn't mean you can't break-up and date someone else, sometimes it's because you date someone else that you realize you actually love that other person more. You know? Like they always say: "T&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wo people who are meant for each other, who always find their way to be together&lt;/span&gt;" &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#justsaying. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_1836.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thx for reading. I've been lofting myself with false hopes and I'm falling face flat. Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;XXX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076459861151355812-5267595703578217584?l=blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/feeds/5267595703578217584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076459861151355812&amp;postID=5267595703578217584&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076459861151355812/posts/default/5267595703578217584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076459861151355812/posts/default/5267595703578217584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/2011/03/love-vs-friendship.html' title='Love Vs Friendship'/><author><name>Chloe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_axg0p8f4tmA/TTVS_rZZ4NI/AAAAAAAACuE/TPNb3LC0QiY/S220/hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076459861151355812.post-4644470221199332485</id><published>2011-03-16T22:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T23:24:49.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_1748.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lazy girl is here. Sorry la challenge fail again. Sigh so much things to do. Plus that guy uggghhh :@ O.K short update only la bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076459861151355812-4644470221199332485?l=blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/feeds/4644470221199332485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076459861151355812&amp;postID=4644470221199332485&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076459861151355812/posts/default/4644470221199332485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076459861151355812/posts/default/4644470221199332485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/2011/03/lazy.html' title='Lazy'/><author><name>Chloe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_axg0p8f4tmA/TTVS_rZZ4NI/AAAAAAAACuE/TPNb3LC0QiY/S220/hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076459861151355812.post-3620884876108388481</id><published>2011-03-13T03:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T03:36:35.463+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Day 3'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='10DC'/><title type='text'>All about you challenge: Day 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_1737.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_1733.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 3: Create a list of your favorite things to do when you’re off from school.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1) SLEEP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;2) Computer/TV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;3) &lt;u&gt;Reading books&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm simple like that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076459861151355812-3620884876108388481?l=blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/feeds/3620884876108388481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076459861151355812&amp;postID=3620884876108388481&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076459861151355812/posts/default/3620884876108388481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076459861151355812/posts/default/3620884876108388481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/2011/03/all-about-you-challenge-day-3.html' title='All about you challenge: Day 3'/><author><name>Chloe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_axg0p8f4tmA/TTVS_rZZ4NI/AAAAAAAACuE/TPNb3LC0QiY/S220/hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076459861151355812.post-8985270048578036604</id><published>2011-03-12T23:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T23:42:44.933+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Day 2'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='10DC'/><title type='text'>All about you challenge: Day 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_1801.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 2: Write five things that not many people know about you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1: My name in my birth-cert is only Chloe Chong. Not Chloe Chong Xue Qi or Chloe Chong Zhang Xue Qi, w/e.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2: I think it's safe to say I have more than 75 uncles and aunties. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3: &lt;s&gt;I used to hate soccer.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4: I like boys younger than me(HAHA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5: &lt;u&gt;You don't know that I'm beautiful, do you? ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076459861151355812-8985270048578036604?l=blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/feeds/8985270048578036604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076459861151355812&amp;postID=8985270048578036604&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076459861151355812/posts/default/8985270048578036604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076459861151355812/posts/default/8985270048578036604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/2011/03/all-about-you-challenge-day-2.html' title='All about you challenge: Day 2'/><author><name>Chloe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_axg0p8f4tmA/TTVS_rZZ4NI/AAAAAAAACuE/TPNb3LC0QiY/S220/hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076459861151355812.post-3888451143907185661</id><published>2011-03-11T03:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T03:50:51.757+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Day 1'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='10DC'/><title type='text'>All about you challenge: Day 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_1760.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 1: List your first and last name. List your birthday and your favorite year celebrating it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Chloe Chong &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2nd May&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076459861151355812-3888451143907185661?l=blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/feeds/3888451143907185661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076459861151355812&amp;postID=3888451143907185661&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076459861151355812/posts/default/3888451143907185661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076459861151355812/posts/default/3888451143907185661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/2011/03/all-about-you-challenge-day-1.html' title='All about you challenge: Day 1'/><author><name>Chloe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_axg0p8f4tmA/TTVS_rZZ4NI/AAAAAAAACuE/TPNb3LC0QiY/S220/hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076459861151355812.post-5684109041350595571</id><published>2011-03-08T13:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T13:42:50.734+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Origami'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Firefly'/><title type='text'>How to fold a firefly</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="640" height="510" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/8HT4kMF-Pac" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Have fun! Hope you guys enjoyed it! Hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076459861151355812-5684109041350595571?l=blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/feeds/5684109041350595571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076459861151355812&amp;postID=5684109041350595571&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076459861151355812/posts/default/5684109041350595571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076459861151355812/posts/default/5684109041350595571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/2011/03/how-to-fold-firefly.html' title='How to fold a firefly'/><author><name>Chloe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_axg0p8f4tmA/TTVS_rZZ4NI/AAAAAAAACuE/TPNb3LC0QiY/S220/hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/8HT4kMF-Pac/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076459861151355812.post-2561707088864649718</id><published>2011-03-07T22:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T22:54:00.123+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FAIL'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30DC'/><title type='text'>Not giving up</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_1774.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I........ am going to............... declare my.................. 30 Day Challenge..... a....... &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WAIT FOR IT&lt;/span&gt;...... &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;FAILURE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha-ha. I'm not giving up, I didn't want to! But I'm so behind this challenge already! Lazy plays a part but I was busy with other things too, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really. &lt;/span&gt;So I've decided to stop this challenge. Maybe I'll redo it months later. For now... I'll start with a simpler challenge. Ha-ha. Something at least I can complete. It's a 10 day challenge I picked up from Tumblr. Credits to specifics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll start.... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;when I feel like it&lt;/span&gt; lol. Maybe... Wednesday. Or earlier. I'll see how it goes, yes? But thank you to those still visiting my blog even though I didn't blog! I should be having another post tomorrow! SO stay tuned!! Oh and actually, what do you guys want me to blog about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family -- too personal&lt;br /&gt;Love -- Like why would you care&lt;br /&gt;Friendship -- Common things happening&lt;br /&gt;My celebrity crush -- HONESTLY IDGAF&lt;br /&gt;All pictures -- can't you type a hi at least?&lt;br /&gt;All words -- Picture pls?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL okay think too much but really???? Is it okay if I blog about a topic without any picture???? I want to talk about the Filipinos at Orchard news, NO offense, even if it's taken, IDGAF. LOL. Just being general... I also wanna talk about what that girl blogged about... and Nothing. I believe in racial harmony and multi-religion. Trust me on this... LKY'S Hard Truths really hit me hard... still not done reading..........&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;.AND STILL HERE BLABBING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay..... bye for now!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;XXX  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076459861151355812-2561707088864649718?l=blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/feeds/2561707088864649718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076459861151355812&amp;postID=2561707088864649718&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076459861151355812/posts/default/2561707088864649718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076459861151355812/posts/default/2561707088864649718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/2011/03/not-giving-up.html' title='Not giving up'/><author><name>Chloe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_axg0p8f4tmA/TTVS_rZZ4NI/AAAAAAAACuE/TPNb3LC0QiY/S220/hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076459861151355812.post-6150693321949667020</id><published>2011-03-04T01:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T01:23:50.845+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"ALL I, WAS TO YOU, AM TO YOU, WILL EVER BE TO YOU, IS JUST A "LITTLE SISTER"? NICE."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076459861151355812-6150693321949667020?l=blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/feeds/6150693321949667020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076459861151355812&amp;postID=6150693321949667020&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076459861151355812/posts/default/6150693321949667020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076459861151355812/posts/default/6150693321949667020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/2011/03/all-i-was-to-you-am-to-you-will-ever-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Chloe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_axg0p8f4tmA/TTVS_rZZ4NI/AAAAAAAACuE/TPNb3LC0QiY/S220/hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076459861151355812.post-5251916870054174346</id><published>2011-03-02T04:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T22:57:34.337+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Day 10'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30DC'/><title type='text'>Day 10: Someone you don't talk to as much you'd like to</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Dear Clone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_axg0p8f4tmA/R7U-2DuTOCI/AAAAAAAAAes/rwwwHybMleY/s1600-h/DeadPhyllis%28942%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167105245910874146" style="" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_axg0p8f4tmA/R7U-2DuTOCI/AAAAAAAAAes/rwwwHybMleY/s400/DeadPhyllis%28942%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_axg0p8f4tmA/R7bVDTuTOOI/AAAAAAAAAgE/R_w59Tb91FE/s1600-h/Withlovee010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167551875265018082" style="" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_axg0p8f4tmA/R7bVDTuTOOI/AAAAAAAAAgE/R_w59Tb91FE/s200/Withlovee010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_axg0p8f4tmA/SANWEONerQI/AAAAAAAAAtE/zgAf28JqpYA/s1600-h/37.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189085826195041538" style="" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_axg0p8f4tmA/SANWEONerQI/AAAAAAAAAtE/zgAf28JqpYA/s200/37.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;I don't know... but I don't call you Phyllis ever since we called each other clones. I'm not used to it. Even when I'm searching for you, I'll go "Did you see my clone?" And everybody also knows that you're my clone. HEEHEE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Well yeah you're someone I don't talk to as much as I'd like. We've different things now, you with O-levels and I with a new course to embark on. But I'm glad we still have Twitter to talk to each other. And sorry I'm very anti-social now. LOL. Every time you ask me out, I didn't make it. I'm so sorry! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;So anyway, I want to bless you in your studies! DO WELL PLEASE. Get into a good poly. Study well, and at least secure a good future ok? I'm sure you can do it! Just don't be lazy to go to school! Hahahaha. Okay la, I hope we'll really have time to talk to each other soon ok??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Love yaaa. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;xxx,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CHLOE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076459861151355812-5251916870054174346?l=blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/feeds/5251916870054174346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076459861151355812&amp;postID=5251916870054174346&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076459861151355812/posts/default/5251916870054174346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076459861151355812/posts/default/5251916870054174346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-10-someone-you-dont-talk-to-as-much.html' title='Day 10: Someone you don&apos;t talk to as much you&apos;d like to'/><author><name>Chloe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_axg0p8f4tmA/TTVS_rZZ4NI/AAAAAAAACuE/TPNb3LC0QiY/S220/hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_axg0p8f4tmA/R7U-2DuTOCI/AAAAAAAAAes/rwwwHybMleY/s72-c/DeadPhyllis%28942%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076459861151355812.post-2828517124426217161</id><published>2011-03-01T23:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T23:22:04.527+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;"HE IGNORES YOU, BUT YOU LIKE HIM. HE DOES NOTHING YET YOU FALL FOR HIM. YOU MISS HIM, EVEN THOUGH YOU KNOW HE'S NEVER THOUGHT ABOUT YOU."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076459861151355812-2828517124426217161?l=blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/feeds/2828517124426217161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076459861151355812&amp;postID=2828517124426217161&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076459861151355812/posts/default/2828517124426217161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076459861151355812/posts/default/2828517124426217161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/2011/03/he-ignores-you-but-you-like-him.html' title=''/><author><name>Chloe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_axg0p8f4tmA/TTVS_rZZ4NI/AAAAAAAACuE/TPNb3LC0QiY/S220/hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076459861151355812.post-4168974336339709597</id><published>2011-03-01T22:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T22:46:08.803+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fernando Torres'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Day 9'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30DC'/><title type='text'>Day 9: Someone you wish you could meet</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Dear Torres,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I WISH I COULD MEET YOU :-(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;I wish I had known about you much more earlier even before the world cup because that's when Liverpool came to Singapore and you came. I was praying so hard that Liverpool could come again but now I doubt it makes any difference because you won't be coming anyways. With every inch of my belief, I hope to see you one day. I'll travel to Stamford Bridge to see you play. Or Anfield when you're having a match there. Don't return to A.Madrid any time now. Or even if so, just a meeting with you would be so much for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Actually... I've always thought biebs was the one I wanted the most, but it was you. I just like you. *fan moment* I think I'll go to my death bed lying there regretting why I didn't meet you LOL. K just kidding la. Maybe when I grow up you've already retired.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;NO MATTER WHAT, you're my best. And that won't change. It won't.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Play well in Chelsea, win the match tomorrow morning (SGT). Do it well. Faith in you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Day 9 for No.9 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WITH SO MUCH LOTS OF LOVE,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CHLOE TORRES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076459861151355812-4168974336339709597?l=blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/feeds/4168974336339709597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076459861151355812&amp;postID=4168974336339709597&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076459861151355812/posts/default/4168974336339709597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076459861151355812/posts/default/4168974336339709597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-9-someone-you-wish-you-could-meet.html' title='Day 9: Someone you wish you could meet'/><author><name>Chloe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_axg0p8f4tmA/TTVS_rZZ4NI/AAAAAAAACuE/TPNb3LC0QiY/S220/hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076459861151355812.post-2207233163131380287</id><published>2011-02-28T21:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T22:31:45.949+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pei2'/><title type='text'>Butter and milk</title><content type='html'>Hi everyone!! So I thought it'd be good to have a post now... I've a truck load of pictures! But photobucket loads them slow so I guess I'll just leave em' for the next post! Meanwhile, here is a youtube video on my overseas trip with eleanor. Enjoy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Question me anything on formspring&lt;br /&gt;p/p/s: Follow me on twitter if you want mirco updates!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/qh9hTkIVRn4?rel=0" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="510" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;XXX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076459861151355812-2207233163131380287?l=blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/feeds/2207233163131380287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076459861151355812&amp;postID=2207233163131380287&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076459861151355812/posts/default/2207233163131380287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076459861151355812/posts/default/2207233163131380287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/2011/02/butter-and-milk.html' title='Butter and milk'/><author><name>Chloe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_axg0p8f4tmA/TTVS_rZZ4NI/AAAAAAAACuE/TPNb3LC0QiY/S220/hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/qh9hTkIVRn4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076459861151355812.post-8779300279677351472</id><published>2011-02-28T20:24:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T20:40:34.476+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Angeline'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30DC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Day 8'/><title type='text'>Day 8: Your favorite Internet friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dear Angeline, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Day eighth post is for you. You're my favorite internet friend. He-he. Although I'd definitely love to meet up with you... I've been thinking... We've been chatting through the net for almost... 2 years?! Waaahhh that's massive. Did you know? The first time I knew about you, I thought you were super unfriendly because of the way you talk. But I didn't made the effort to really get to know you, yet I did. Twitter is really the bridge the brought us both talking which I am thankful for. It is with no less of 100% happiness am I glad to know a friend like you. And you're one of the prettiest I've known too! Plus anything at all, you will always help out. For example, liking of photos on facebook for a contest, you'd help me. And at times, if I'm down, you'd send to me words of encouragement. It really makes me feel a whole lot better when someone you've never met actually do care for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Recently, of course not exposing your personal life here, I know there may be some up and downs in your relationship but I am so happy that you're coping well. Sometimes, I want to send a tweet to you to ask you to cheer up but I'm afraid you might actually prefer some alone time. You and him are a couple that I think can make it through to the wedding hall. Have some give and takes, adapt to one another. Because you both are the cutest couple I've known. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;As for your studies, I hope you'd do well in, NAFA or Laselle which ever you chose in the end because I'm sure you've your fair share of flair towards your art. I'm sorry the package I wanted to send to you hasn't been sent yet. I got a returned mail, I guess I wrote the address wrongly. LOL. But... I thought I'd add a few more items along hence the delay! Hopefully I'll send it to you by 2nd week of March okay?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;STAAAAY HAAAPPPY. Love ya bbg! xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Do follow her on twitter: &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/swinglingfling"&gt;Swinglingfling&lt;/a&gt; and visit her blog at &lt;a href="http://swinglingfling.blogspot.com/"&gt;SLF BLOG&lt;/a&gt; :) She's really nice! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chloe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076459861151355812-8779300279677351472?l=blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/feeds/8779300279677351472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076459861151355812&amp;postID=8779300279677351472&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076459861151355812/posts/default/8779300279677351472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076459861151355812/posts/default/8779300279677351472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-8-your-favorite-internet-friend.html' title='Day 8: Your favorite Internet friend'/><author><name>Chloe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_axg0p8f4tmA/TTVS_rZZ4NI/AAAAAAAACuE/TPNb3LC0QiY/S220/hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076459861151355812.post-5653231630460041136</id><published>2011-02-27T13:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T20:08:06.153+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Day 7'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30DC'/><title type='text'>Day 7: Your Ex-boyfriend/love/crush</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Dear S,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;I'm writing this letter to you. There are so many Ssssss in my life, but if you read on, I'm sure you'll know who you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Adding and subtracting... I've known you for 2 years already. 2 years is a whole lot to me. Who would know we'll still be talking even up till now? After all, the first time I saw you, I never expected that we'd end up talking. It's safe to say that it was nice having you to be a part of my life. We've never really been together or anything of that sort, and what we had between us was decently pure. So what should I call you? My ex love or ex crush? One way or another, I have to say... I'm sorry things didn't turned out the way you wanted it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Having spent almost a year of my time with you, was good. To me, I felt you were one of the nicest guy I've met. Maybe it's a fake towards me but I'm a-okay with it. However, I do not understand why people behind you, well your so-called friends, I do not understand why they would always have to continually sow discord between us. Things they tell me, things they share. Even after we're apart, they continue to talk about the past. No matter what, I still believe in you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;You were my best. But things just took a change the first time you broke my heart. It was different. No use talking about the past... but I just want to let you know, you've left a mark in my life. And I'm glad we're still friends. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chloe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076459861151355812-5653231630460041136?l=blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/feeds/5653231630460041136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076459861151355812&amp;postID=5653231630460041136&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076459861151355812/posts/default/5653231630460041136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076459861151355812/posts/default/5653231630460041136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-7-your-ex-boyfriendlovecrush.html' title='Day 7: Your Ex-boyfriend/love/crush'/><author><name>Chloe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_axg0p8f4tmA/TTVS_rZZ4NI/AAAAAAAACuE/TPNb3LC0QiY/S220/hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076459861151355812.post-6623224470201209222</id><published>2011-02-26T10:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T12:17:28.365+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30DC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Day 6'/><title type='text'>Day 6: A Stranger</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dear Stranger,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;If you don't know me and I don't know you, this post is for you. I want to let you know that you do make a difference in my life for remaining a stranger. We may not talk, may not see each other, and may not even know of each other's existence but I'm glad you're part of my life. Well... that is hypothetically of course. It is because you're a stranger, hence you're eligible for the content of this post so aren't you glad you don't know me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;However, my stranger, I hope you'll make friends with me. Yeah it's damn cool to have strangers in your life. But I'd prefer to have friends. So why don't you be my friend? (p/s: only for handsome strangers)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Haha.... well at least I have a perfect image of you... You know... that you're not ugly petty or anything. So it's good also that we're strangers. Heck...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;I don't know what to tell you anymore, dear stranger what should I do from here?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;With love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chloe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076459861151355812-6623224470201209222?l=blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/feeds/6623224470201209222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076459861151355812&amp;postID=6623224470201209222&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076459861151355812/posts/default/6623224470201209222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076459861151355812/posts/default/6623224470201209222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-6-stranger.html' title='Day 6: A Stranger'/><author><name>Chloe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_axg0p8f4tmA/TTVS_rZZ4NI/AAAAAAAACuE/TPNb3LC0QiY/S220/hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076459861151355812.post-5349755096554498395</id><published>2011-02-25T22:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T01:10:51.058+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Day 5'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30DC'/><title type='text'>Day 5: Your Dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Dear Dreams,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Technically... I'm not so sure if my dreams are supposed to mean "My Aspirations" towards life or that it meant "What I dream of at night" But I'll just write to "What I dream of at night". I think I'm really happy to be able to dream. Certain people can't... But I can, and I'm grateful. At times, those dreams may turn into nightmares. But there are times where nightmares turn into sweet dreams too. So I'm really glad... ha-ha. I love to sleep because that's when I have a chance to dream of things I wanna do but don't get a chance to. Dream of people I wanna meet but can't. It's a really awesome thing to be able to dream. Certain times... dreams will be super ridiculous. But I guess that's okay.... that's what is so fun isn't it? There's nothing much to tell my dreams... because, I simply love them. And that's that. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;With love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chloe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076459861151355812-5349755096554498395?l=blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/feeds/5349755096554498395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076459861151355812&amp;postID=5349755096554498395&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076459861151355812/posts/default/5349755096554498395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076459861151355812/posts/default/5349755096554498395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-5-your-dreams.html' title='Day 5: Your Dreams'/><author><name>Chloe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_axg0p8f4tmA/TTVS_rZZ4NI/AAAAAAAACuE/TPNb3LC0QiY/S220/hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076459861151355812.post-6613700222239939734</id><published>2011-02-24T23:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T22:59:37.364+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Day 4'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cohen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30DC'/><title type='text'>Day 4: Your Sibling</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;Dear Fatty,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/Mysister.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/Photo0372.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_1440.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Aww... I've to write a letter to you. Ain't I the sweetest sister you'd ever get in the whole wide world? Although I am pretty much sure you won't read it. And just like daddy, you will act cool don't know like what. In additional, I'm controlling your damn facebook account, created a twitter for you, and put it simply, I'm in-charge of you. Took over from mommy this responsibility so technically, you're mine. Ha-ha... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Please be a good boy and study hard my dear baby. I know you're an A student for your math and science, that I'm proud of you. But your languages do play a big role too you know? I don't want you to fail a subject during your O-level like me. Your mother tongue, please pass it already. Are we even siblings?! The contradiction of you and me.... I'm good in mother tongue, bad in sciences and math and you the other way round. Well.. in any case, you better pull up your socks, else me(your tuition teacher/sister/mother) will kill you. English too honey bun, please be good already. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;And I also want to say... why can't you be a tad bit nicer to such a pretty cute sister like me huh? No one gets the treatment I give you, do you know that? Every time I want to get a hug from you, it's like asking for 30th Feb to arrive. You're always especially rough to me, trying to shout at me at home. Yet outside, you need me to protect you. Siggghhh... the irony.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;No matter, I will always love you my dear boy. You're my best best best brother even though sometimes I really wanna kill you. Heeheeee. Good luck with love life babe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;With love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Chloe 24/02/2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076459861151355812-6613700222239939734?l=blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/feeds/6613700222239939734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076459861151355812&amp;postID=6613700222239939734&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076459861151355812/posts/default/6613700222239939734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076459861151355812/posts/default/6613700222239939734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-4-your-sibling.html' title='Day 4: Your Sibling'/><author><name>Chloe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_axg0p8f4tmA/TTVS_rZZ4NI/AAAAAAAACuE/TPNb3LC0QiY/S220/hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076459861151355812.post-5807724052760815004</id><published>2011-02-23T21:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T22:59:24.547+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mum'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30DC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Day 3'/><title type='text'>Day 3: Your Parents</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Dear Parents,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;I love you both. Even though as much as I know my dad wouldn't be reading this anyways, LOL. And I'm sure dad would brush this letter off or think nothing of it, that's the cool dad image he wants to keep lah. As for my mom, she'll be so touched to tears, LOL. Not to that extent... but I want to say that I'm glad I have you both as my parents. Without you both, then there wouldn't be me. LOL. Okay sorry lah I keep LOL, that's because I find myself being too mushy in this letter. That's not the way I normally talk to you both hence I find it rather..... cheesy to write such things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;You may have scolded things for me I have not done, closed an eye to things you know I was lying to and all the sorts of nonsense from, but I know you both do care. It is unthinkable that I may just lose you both to death one day. Death and parting, it really hurts through the bones. Why do people you love have to leave? Just like gong-gong, I loved him so much. And I only had 6 years to show my love for him, how was that fair? And you both are getting on your ages, I am honest to myself, how long more could I hold you both in my arms? I want to grow up quickly, study quickly and earn money. I don't want you, especially mommy to suffer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;I will take revenge for you both. &gt;:) Thoughts of a evil daughter. (I inherited vengeance from my dad by the way LOL) I hate how people look down on us, on you both. One day I'll stuff money up their asses and show them whose boss. But I know there are also people who are nice to you two, so I will also repay them duly. Maybe because of me saying I want revenge, god may stop me from being rich and having a good life. But all I want is to get back what is rightfully mine. However, I really don't think I have the heart to be evil(WHICH SUCKS), I am too soft-hearted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;There's so much to say, bad stuffs, and good stuffs. But I just want to let you both know, ma ma and pa pa that I love you both with all my heart :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;With love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Daughter 23/02/2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076459861151355812-5807724052760815004?l=blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/feeds/5807724052760815004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076459861151355812&amp;postID=5807724052760815004&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076459861151355812/posts/default/5807724052760815004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076459861151355812/posts/default/5807724052760815004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-3-your-parents.html' title='Day 3: Your Parents'/><author><name>Chloe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_axg0p8f4tmA/TTVS_rZZ4NI/AAAAAAAACuE/TPNb3LC0QiY/S220/hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076459861151355812.post-1720040826374005878</id><published>2011-02-22T22:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T23:27:43.918+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IMM'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cheryl'/><title type='text'>Outings</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_1603.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... 30 day challenge aside, I ought to be blogging normally right? Haha... so here I am with pictures and posts....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_1597.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has been pretty mundane... But tomorrow I'll be back in school to collect my Paper 1. So that's a day well planned. I don't know how I should move on with life now... I still have about 1 month to 2 to spend.... Free days.... but no $, no friends... uggghh.. Wanna go out on the weekdays, but either they are working or studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_1598.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studies.. I can't wait to get started and finish it. I have been extremely positive towards studies these days and I hope it'll not change. BUT really... friends and all, do I really have to mix around??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_1599.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blarb. I don't know if I'm being right in being so opened with the crush stuffs. SEEMS REALLY CHEESY AND EWWW AND CORNY AND MUSHY AND YIKES YUCKS whatever..... But that's what I feel so it's okay to say that right?! LOL.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_1596.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I miss him. Really do. &lt;/span&gt;Oh well, enjoy the pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_1600.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_1604.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_1605.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;XXX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076459861151355812-1720040826374005878?l=blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/feeds/1720040826374005878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076459861151355812&amp;postID=1720040826374005878&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076459861151355812/posts/default/1720040826374005878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076459861151355812/posts/default/1720040826374005878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/2011/02/outings.html' title='Outings'/><author><name>Chloe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_axg0p8f4tmA/TTVS_rZZ4NI/AAAAAAAACuE/TPNb3LC0QiY/S220/hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076459861151355812.post-587769047324887656</id><published>2011-02-22T20:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T22:59:08.307+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sjsmg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Day 2'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30DC'/><title type='text'>Day 2: Your Crush</title><content type='html'>Yesterday after blogging my first letter, I was pretty excited to craft today's letter. However... I have came to realize that it is so hard to craft a letter, especially to your crush. Even as you start the opening, you wonder if Dear Crush is better or Hello sjsmg will make it sound more jovial. Despite the contemplation, I am now starting to type the letter for today's challenge:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Dear Sjsmg,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Technically, what's supposed to be in a letter? What should it's contents contain? Should I be talking about why I'm attracted to you? Or should I talk about what a great guy you are? There's so many areas that I could talk about you. But I'll just start this letter off by explaining how and why I was attracted to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;First and foremost, I'd like to start from 8 years ago. I'm guessing you don't even remember that we did met? Or should I say you did, but things are pretty vague to you. First time mommy told me I was going out with you and your brother with your mommy to your house, I didn't like the idea of it because after all I was 9, and I was around people that I barely knew. But both you boys, to what I could only recall, was that you took really good care of a 9 year old kid. So as I said before, to me you were like a brother that a young girl really loved. But it was only twice or thrice we met and we never really did after that.  8 years through, I barely knew what you both looked like, not until the adults told me you both looked dashing. And finally... I saw you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Colour me blind. Trust me, I didn't felt anything when you both came. It was a neutral feeling I got from you both. Funny guys.... We didn't talked much... and so you left. How should I put the next sentence in words? It was like only you left did I realize that "Hey... I think I like that boy"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;So why do I like you? Hold me down with a gun, and I still wouldn't know why. I'm just attracted to you. You know... maybe when you ever read this, perhaps you think you're just a passing phase for me to grow up. But... really. Age is a number. Age isn't able to define the maturity one person has. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;One way or another... I told you how I felt for you. Indirectly though, glad you understood that extremely rojak confession. I tried to keep it short, lest I'll sound really whiny. Let me further elaborate that confession since I've this letter already written. What I wanted to say was... I really like you. And I'll use time to show you that I do really really like you. I am refraining from using the word love. But how long can I hold this back? Saying that I really really like you is already slowly evolving into love. But to whether I like you, love you or even hate you, maybe you've already have someone that you're going for. Or that you already have a girlfriend or that you are waiting for someone or... IDK... just all the "You have a girl in your life" endings lah. And maybe you got your things to do like work and all, oh bother, I don't know how to explain this..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Here comes the "lol lame" part... I'm gonna like, like you till you're married. (?!?!?!) I know I don't stand a chance, last in your list. And maybe you'll always end up telling me that I'll have a truck load of admirers anyways. YES I DO HAVE A TRUCK LOAD OF ADMIRERS. They confess, they wait, they love, they stalk. But all I want is only you, just you will do. And at the end of the day, you may also just say, "You will always be like a baby-sister to me" I don't want that. I don't want that. Honestly? I always say I hate getting no replies.. but I got a reply from you. But it's so vague. I know... you don't wanna hurt a baby sister's feelings by saying you won't ever like her hence that reply. -_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;OKAY..... I bet if you're reading this you're rolling on the floor laughing. You don't take me serious do you? Or perhaps this seems so lame to you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;I'll just end this letter by saying that I like you Sam. And even after all these, it's okay if you don't return these feelings. At least I tried. But I'll just keep waiting..... as long as you're not in love with someone else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;With love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Chloe. 22/02/2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076459861151355812-587769047324887656?l=blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/feeds/587769047324887656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076459861151355812&amp;postID=587769047324887656&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076459861151355812/posts/default/587769047324887656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076459861151355812/posts/default/587769047324887656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-2-your-crush.html' title='Day 2: Your Crush'/><author><name>Chloe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_axg0p8f4tmA/TTVS_rZZ4NI/AAAAAAAACuE/TPNb3LC0QiY/S220/hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076459861151355812.post-8363694796170155479</id><published>2011-02-21T23:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T22:58:52.721+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Day 1'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pei2'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30DC'/><title type='text'>Day 1: Your best friend</title><content type='html'>I'm currently doing a 30-day challenge, supposedly for lazy bloggers who don't blog frequent enough?! So mine is a easy one... writing letters to the specific 30 people listed in the 30 days. Doing this challenge with me is &lt;a href="http://blog.pei2.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Eleanor Tay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Click her name to go to her blog! Ha-ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Dear Best friend,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's really so much to say... and honestly I don't know where to start from. I bet you're rushing through your blog post as well now huh? When the challenge was to write a letter to my best friend, the only person I could think of was you. Obviously enough, because somehow we both know each other secrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll start with thanking you for all the diao-ness, LOL-ness, dots-ness, lame-ness, you shared with me. You're like the only friend I can "bully" =p That's only cause you let me, but that's so cool. I love making fun of you especially when it comes to CB..... Heeeeh. And it's gonna be really interesting to see your post on your "crush" tomorrow. CANNOT AVOID OK. Otherwise I KILL YOU. That's what Best friends are for right?! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so happy... we've grown closer to Mojo. But glad that you're closer to him. I'm anti-social. The only person I ever wanna communicate with besides the family is just you and sj?! Well that's out of the point -_________- I like going out with you.... because you always treat me stuffs and all. You are so sweet... ha-ha. Okay I know I am jumping topics but I blog whatever that comes to my mind because I bet I'll forget it if I keep saying "leave it for the later part"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and technically our first bus-ride we had together..... like only 2 days ago but still wanna say.... it was damn cool. Because.. you didn't know they'll honk the bloody bus before we can go up otherwise the uncles all damn act cool. Lulz. Life isn't that bad after all in Singapore la right?! Because there's me we can always go travel together, literally. YOU KNOW I AM LOOKING FORWARD TO OUR TOUR 2D1N tour.... I am really gonna plan this outing.... ha-ha. Please say you'll come ok?! We'll bring Mojo along too, die die let him be a part of our excursion!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh... and I wonder if this "letter" is too long or too short? -_- It's okay... will just keep typing till I like really nothing to say... You know you really gotta stop being so emo la... you really so much more emo than me you know?!?!?!?!?!? lol.. and worst still we look alike?!?!? I can't differentiate if I'm you or that you are me?!?!?!?!?!?!?!? That's besides the point... what I want to say is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you've gotta be brave and try things out... stay true to what you feel. Are you sure this won't be the regret and scar of your YOUNG AND INNOCENT life forever?! Are you sure?! But if you want to continue what you're doing... I'll also support you la. But I feel that you know... if I were you I will be brave lor. Just saying la still up to you. BUT... just don't kill your chances. AND REMEMBER... you've gotta be thick-skinned hor.. I don't care hahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND Thank you... for knowing my secret about S. You're the only one who knows about this and the person.. LOL. I've got a couple of others who know about "S" but don't know him... ZzzzZzzZzzzzzz I kinda feel stupid telling him that on fb message. -__- but it's okay... still waiting for him :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAST BUT NOT LEAST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Thanks for reading this post. A bit Rojak and all... kinda like rushed through la... Hope that cb will read this post. *hints* LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I LOVE YOU BEST FRIEND! LOL. LOL. LOL. KTHXBYE! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/q3-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/q1-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/q2-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/q4-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/q5-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/q6-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;XXX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076459861151355812-8363694796170155479?l=blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/feeds/8363694796170155479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076459861151355812&amp;postID=8363694796170155479&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076459861151355812/posts/default/8363694796170155479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076459861151355812/posts/default/8363694796170155479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-1-your-best-friend.html' title='Day 1: Your best friend'/><author><name>Chloe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_axg0p8f4tmA/TTVS_rZZ4NI/AAAAAAAACuE/TPNb3LC0QiY/S220/hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076459861151355812.post-6286485541443634868</id><published>2011-02-19T23:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T00:23:51.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5-year plan shouldn't consist of missing you</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_1610.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Actually..... this is a pretty impromptu blog post.&lt;/span&gt; I have been busy... preparing for my 2nd youtube video! No... I'm not turning into a vlogger. I just feel like having films these days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_1640.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what have I been up to?! Nothing much... to be honest. Youtube.... packing of my room.... and spending time with my beloved pretty twin &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/pei2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;pei2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Ha-ha.... she's so funny.... She's got a 3 year plan.... supposedly suggested by me?! Lulz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_1621.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY 5-year plan....... this is how it goes.... 1-year of waiting. 4years to make it work?! Possible?!?!?! Lol. I shouldn't be missing the one actually. Really.... I shouldn't be. Ugggghhhh. Aiya I damn lazy to type and to compose this post properly.... zzzzzzz. I shall blog tomorrow when I wake up. It's promise.... still got photos to upload. Photobucket sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And honestly, I don't give some people attention I don't think they deserve.&lt;/span&gt; So asswipes obviously you know I'm referring to you. And like I learnt from twitter, I'm just referring to this bunch of asswipes, bet another few bunches will think it's them. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Noobi3S. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K la this post is pretty much filled with angst. I'm okay actually. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I can't be feeling better than this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;XXX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076459861151355812-6286485541443634868?l=blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/feeds/6286485541443634868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076459861151355812&amp;postID=6286485541443634868&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076459861151355812/posts/default/6286485541443634868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076459861151355812/posts/default/6286485541443634868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/2011/02/5-year-plan-shouldnt-consist-of-missing.html' title='5-year plan shouldn&apos;t consist of missing you'/><author><name>Chloe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_axg0p8f4tmA/TTVS_rZZ4NI/AAAAAAAACuE/TPNb3LC0QiY/S220/hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076459861151355812.post-4613806138489665778</id><published>2011-02-16T15:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T16:18:07.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reality</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_1644.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/EQDHCyFe2rY" frameborder="0" height="510" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Richard Sanderson -- Reality:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met you by surprise&lt;br /&gt;I didn't realize&lt;br /&gt;That my life would change forever&lt;br /&gt;Saw you standing there&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know I'd care&lt;br /&gt;There was something&lt;br /&gt;special in the air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreams are my reality&lt;br /&gt;The only kind of real fantasy&lt;br /&gt;Illusions are a common thing&lt;br /&gt;I try to live in dreams&lt;br /&gt;It seems as if it's meant to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreams are my reality&lt;br /&gt;A different kind of reality&lt;br /&gt;I dream of loving in the night&lt;br /&gt;And loving seems alright&lt;br /&gt;Although it's only fantasy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you do exist&lt;br /&gt;Honey don't resist&lt;br /&gt;Show me a new way of loving&lt;br /&gt;Tell me that it's true&lt;br /&gt;Show me what to do&lt;br /&gt;I feel something special about you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreams are my reality&lt;br /&gt;The only kind of reality&lt;br /&gt;Maybe my foolishness is past&lt;br /&gt;And maybe now at last&lt;br /&gt;I'll see how the real thing can be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreams are my reality&lt;br /&gt;A wond'rous world&lt;br /&gt;where I like to be&lt;br /&gt;I dream of holding you all night&lt;br /&gt;And holding you seems right&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps that's my reality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met you by surprise&lt;br /&gt;I didn't realize&lt;br /&gt;That my life would change forever&lt;br /&gt;Tell me that it's true&lt;br /&gt;Feelings that are new&lt;br /&gt;I feel something special about you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreams are my reality&lt;br /&gt;A wond'rous world&lt;br /&gt;where I like to be&lt;br /&gt;Illusions are a common thing&lt;br /&gt;I try to live in dreams&lt;br /&gt;Although it's only fantasy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreams are my reality&lt;br /&gt;I like to dream of you close to me&lt;br /&gt;I dream of loving in the night&lt;br /&gt;And loving you seems right&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps that's my reality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could pretty much relate to this song... not in an exceptionally emotional way. It just pulls the strings of my emotions. That's about all I could say. But the lyrics and words really does explain my feelings and thoughts. I'm so glad I met this song again... pretty much a coincidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh bother, yeah. Recent posts are all about love. Ughhh. I don't know, just following the emotions to blog. Heart ruling over the head. But I've changed plans towards life, if you haven't know. I've got to fit errr let's just say one more "thing"/item/whatever you call it into my life. Hopefully it all pays off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Dear Petes,&lt;/span&gt; do not feel all sad. Things will be better in no time(I hope) perhaps and maybe it's just a passing phase of your beautiful life. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cheerios.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, lastly, I just want to say that imssmgvmaiwwfhtlmbod :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;XXX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076459861151355812-4613806138489665778?l=blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/feeds/4613806138489665778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076459861151355812&amp;postID=4613806138489665778&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076459861151355812/posts/default/4613806138489665778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076459861151355812/posts/default/4613806138489665778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/2011/02/reality.html' title='Reality'/><author><name>Chloe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_axg0p8f4tmA/TTVS_rZZ4NI/AAAAAAAACuE/TPNb3LC0QiY/S220/hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/EQDHCyFe2rY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076459861151355812.post-970763915675268990</id><published>2011-02-15T23:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T01:18:05.539+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't buy cheese or mushroom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy Belated Valentine's Day to all my blog readers!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I've been neglecting blogging for quite a bit already. No excuses.. I was lazy. I spent half my time not blogging asleep. So been really fat nowadays. I know the issue with people(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;including me&lt;/span&gt;) getting super irritated when someone says they are fat when they are not. Okay, maybe not my face or what... but I've a flab on my tummy.... yes now you know how long I've not been exercising!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.... here are a few pictures of the other day when I had the meet-up with the friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gKg2ZifXsKM/TVq0iNtEclI/AAAAAAAACvs/Ev-OaAbG-8I/s1600/art11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gKg2ZifXsKM/TVq0iNtEclI/AAAAAAAACvs/Ev-OaAbG-8I/s400/art11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573965988711658066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-THhYkRmY7Dg/TVq0jIMB5TI/AAAAAAAACv8/LRqwx1iWvBc/s1600/art13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-THhYkRmY7Dg/TVq0jIMB5TI/AAAAAAAACv8/LRqwx1iWvBc/s400/art13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573966004410770738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bhx_eWmTvWU/TVq0imjT8mI/AAAAAAAACv0/1_GRKGubq3s/s1600/art12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bhx_eWmTvWU/TVq0imjT8mI/AAAAAAAACv0/1_GRKGubq3s/s400/art12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573965995381617250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Now here's me moving on, I don't buy cheese or mushroom. I don't believe your cheesy and mushy words if this even clear enough? Yikes. He really sent that to me on like V-day?! Okay, maybe belated V-day. But... hello. Thank you for the insult + courtship? That boy was like... since no one likes you, I take the chance to confess to you blah3. It was irksome. *Rolls eyes* I could stuff a toilet bowl in his mouth. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Guys like you really should just die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess I'm giving the unknown one tad bit too much attention huh. Shall move on to my day.... I kinda like said what I felt?! But in a funny way? I thought it'd be good to keep it light. Maybe I'm a joke to him.... But I told Petes my promise.... to him. I know I'll keep it. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'll let time be the prove of everything.&lt;/span&gt; Plenty of fishes out there, some I have baited but doesn't mean I like them. I'm just gonna have to be patient and wait, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I treasure this friendship.&lt;/span&gt; Plus my level of interest towards you hasn't reached climax but I'm sure it'll develop so I'll just have to wait till one day you catch my bait or perhaps being eaten by someone else. :')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got tons to update! Like back-dated. Will do it tomorrow morning or something! It's 1.13am now... I should be sleeping huh! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;p/s: I love blogging hence sometimes I share even the deepest secrets of my life publicly. But sometimes you as a reader may misunderstood or there are facts you don't know of. Quit judging. Clarify facts with me. I'll be more than glad to share. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;XXX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076459861151355812-970763915675268990?l=blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/feeds/970763915675268990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076459861151355812&amp;postID=970763915675268990&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076459861151355812/posts/default/970763915675268990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076459861151355812/posts/default/970763915675268990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-dont-buy-cheese-or-mushroom.html' title='I don&apos;t buy cheese or mushroom'/><author><name>Chloe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_axg0p8f4tmA/TTVS_rZZ4NI/AAAAAAAACuE/TPNb3LC0QiY/S220/hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gKg2ZifXsKM/TVq0iNtEclI/AAAAAAAACvs/Ev-OaAbG-8I/s72-c/art11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076459861151355812.post-2654591051262776102</id><published>2011-02-05T16:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T19:10:51.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;"Love is the emotion of strong affection and personal attachment"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="font-family: courier new;" src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/Picture0264.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" &gt;That's what wiki told me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Hmm.... as I have claimed last year "I know what love is", I could be differing from my statement. I don't think I know what "Love" is all about. Or maybe, when I had experienced "love", I thought it wasn't anything. Well, like I've said earlier this year, maybe because I've grown older that all of a sudden, I am maturing by that little bit. I feel that at 17, I've got to map out my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;But since this is titled "Love", I thought I would touch on how I'm going to handle the other side of life. I'm 17 now, well boyfriends do I have? Naaaahhh I wouldn't consider any of my close boys as one of them. Ain't trying to play the "I don't have a relationship" kind of girl thing. However still, I mean being close for that few months shouldn't mean that he was my "boyfriend". At 17, I've got a whole lot of crushes. Just crushes. Maybe at the end of this year or preferably 18,  I'll have a boyfriend then break up with him at 20. Hahaha. Okay that ain't right. I'll start dating, or as what you call it, "date around", starting this year till I hit 21. At 21, I'll bring my boyfriend to show him to my family. At 23, I'm going to tie the knot. And at 24 I'll have my first child. At 26 I'll have my second then stop. Unless I marry my lifetime goal, a rich guy then I'll have the third at 27. No more. I don't wanna be older than 40 when my child hits 13. So yeaaaah, that's about that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;After typing that long part, actually that was what I thought before. Now.......... "love" seems surreal. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love, I feel, gradually forms as a habit after you're wedded.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Like a habit to just wake up beside your spouse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I've always said I like this guy a lot that I will wait for him, that I'm sad and all. At the end of it, trust me, I wasn't actually that "into" wanting them or anything. Though I'd often once or twice or mostly so, go to extents of telling the other party what I feel. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;SILLY&lt;/span&gt; I don't know what love is yet....................... I'm just always into this infatuation, or maybe being infatuated with being able to love or be loved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Now, it always sounds so cliche, but it's like I fell for this boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; I'm so fickled at this age but I guess that's okay, I'm young. Maybe one day somehow I'll realize that "That's the boy" kind of thing. So yes, back to the boy. Do you believe? &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell for him 8 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;When he was 17 and I was 9. Ya think why I would remember something like this? Because that was the only time I went out with him, his brother and his mother. And we had that car ride, which one of the boys, showed me they could juggle balls. Hahaha. I forgotten my childhood, but I could only remember clearly this outing. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 9, he was like those boys where you just in your heart "I think he's such a cute kor kor"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 8 years past and I finally saw him again. I liked him back la. &lt;-------- Okay first singlish for this blog post. However still, I could place my last dollar on that he has his heart for another girl.  .....okay so till here............. love is strange, and so funny.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; BUT I ain't able to fit into his life. He's rich and I'm just that average well, actually poor girl. He's got tons of girls wanting him anyways. That's what rich guys have, girls, drinks, and money. No?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;He's 25 and I'm 17.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Bet there's girls prettier and of status quo who would match up. Well at the end of all these nonsensical rambling, I could only say I like him pretty much. But this time I'm keeping it in. I will only tell him I liked him when he's getting married or something like that. Hahahaha.  okay yeaaaah this is really a pure feelings kinda "pukey" post. LOL. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like him, and I could only see him next year. Or maybe another 8 years later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; byebye. ^^  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="font-family: courier new;" src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/Picture0262.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076459861151355812-2654591051262776102?l=blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/feeds/2654591051262776102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076459861151355812&amp;postID=2654591051262776102&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076459861151355812/posts/default/2654591051262776102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076459861151355812/posts/default/2654591051262776102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/2011/02/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>Chloe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_axg0p8f4tmA/TTVS_rZZ4NI/AAAAAAAACuE/TPNb3LC0QiY/S220/hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076459861151355812.post-703912716722797906</id><published>2011-02-01T11:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T12:27:22.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Liverpool's Torres</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_axg0p8f4tmA/TUeLfWRAUXI/AAAAAAAACvg/Mue3IJAZND0/s1600/New-Chelsea-signing-Ferna-007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_axg0p8f4tmA/TUeLfWRAUXI/AAAAAAAACvg/Mue3IJAZND0/s400/New-Chelsea-signing-Ferna-007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568572834936017266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2010. Football, or soccer as you call it, was stupid to me. I often thought, what's so exciting about 11 men a side running around the field trying to get the ball? And every time my dad wants to watch soccer, I'd tell my mom "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sigh... he's watching it again&lt;/span&gt;" I mean after all, 1 hour and a half of small figurines running around your television screen? I totally had nothing for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not until the world cup, I supported England. Because I was really a newbie on this whole soccer thing, I supported them because they had the EPL stars. Not at least until the final, when I watch Fernando Torres played. It was a mere few minutes and he was rolling on the field claiming of a hamstring tear. I thought "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Funny guy&lt;/span&gt;". Then, I started to google about him, and then know that, he's a liverpool player. As I read on, I was so interested in him, I threw away Hardy, I threw away Bieber. I had my heart set on him. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Because of Torres,&lt;/span&gt; I started to study on Liverpool. To know about it's history, and then knew who &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bill Shankly &lt;/span&gt;was. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;And because of Torres,&lt;/span&gt; I loved Liverpool. I felt that Liverpool was like "where I belong" the club that I should support. And so because I wanted to know more about football, I started watching all sorts of them. La liga, suzuki cup, the Yog cubs, S-league. I tried to learn about the ways of a football player, what is considered an offside, to learning when goalkeepers can pick the ball up with their hands and not, when the forwards can defend, and all sorts of rules. I learnt them all and am still learning. I did all these for what? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;For Torres&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can never imagine what an impact Torres has on me. You think this is some kind of emotional plea or whatever you call it. It isn't. I just want to say that I'm talking or even speaking football because of the sole reason, Torres. Else, I bet I'd have thought, "Transfer then transfer, no big deal, why make a big hooooo-haaaaa outta it?" It's just kinda sad that Torres made me developed this liking for Pool then leave for Chelsea. Perhaps you'd think it's easy for me to just support the club he's playing for cos after all Chelsea are one of the teams I'm a-okay with. No. How could I? The feeling of just being with that bunch of friends that are kopites too, and the feeling of saying "we" as part of Anfield.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't blame Torres though. I read articles on how Rafa cheated him. LOSER MANAGER. Plus, Hodgson. It's okay, really okay. Steven Gerrard should leave too, if he want's trophies, go to Barca, go overseas, explore. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;#justsaying. &lt;/span&gt;So yeah a couple of anonymous was asking me questions on formspring like who I am going to support and all, well..... to make an official clarification,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I am supporting Torres,&lt;/span&gt; still of course. But as a player. So, definitely when he's playing games, I hope he'll score goals, and I hope that makes him happy. BUT, no I'm not gonna be a Chelsea fan.&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; I am still a fellow kopite! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;~You'll never walk alone~&lt;/span&gt; hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELL, I hope the crazy fans of Liverpool of Torres, will stop criticising him, and even saying what "he'll walk alone"? LOL. Does that mean all players who Join LFC can't leave? LULZ. Joke. Torres will do just fine at Chelsea. He has world class standards. And, it does hurt me that he's part of the blue's nine. AND THAT CARROLL HAS TO REPLACE HIM SO QUICK, but all's well. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Liverpool will do just fine with our new two addition Suarez and Carroll and Torres will do just fine at Chelsea. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking about Suarez, I think he has been tremendously overshadowed by Torres' transfer. Give him the due spotlight. We, are gonna kick The Blue's ass on 6th Feb! Till then! xx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_1440.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_1449.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_1450.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_1451.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076459861151355812-703912716722797906?l=blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/feeds/703912716722797906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076459861151355812&amp;postID=703912716722797906&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076459861151355812/posts/default/703912716722797906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076459861151355812/posts/default/703912716722797906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/2011/02/liverpools-torres.html' title='Liverpool&apos;s Torres'/><author><name>Chloe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_axg0p8f4tmA/TTVS_rZZ4NI/AAAAAAAACuE/TPNb3LC0QiY/S220/hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_axg0p8f4tmA/TUeLfWRAUXI/AAAAAAAACvg/Mue3IJAZND0/s72-c/New-Chelsea-signing-Ferna-007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076459861151355812.post-7843364028892686849</id><published>2011-01-24T19:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T19:42:15.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids these days....... sigh</title><content type='html'>So hi there! *waves* No.. I'm not up to my crazy thoughts again. Lulz. Lunar new year is arriving... I think I've got most of the clothes prepared + shoes too. Well... this year seems like it's passing quite fast....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_axg0p8f4tmA/TT1d_dDuNRI/AAAAAAAACvY/eIRHaxLX1Ho/s1600/2011-01-20-40920.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_axg0p8f4tmA/TT1d_dDuNRI/AAAAAAAACvY/eIRHaxLX1Ho/s400/2011-01-20-40920.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565708059213182226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I thought I'd blog about the kids these days... I am somehow, rather appalled by their actions. How so? Few weeks back... it was an average weekday at Northpoint's Popular Book store. Whilst searching for my items, I wondered in an instantaneous moment if I was really at a shopping center's book store or was I at a playground in some place that I don't know of. Students of XXX school were RUNNING, yes running in their school uniform around playing... whaat? Catching. One even banged into me and gave me the eyes like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Can't you see I'm running from my friend? You block me sia." &lt;/span&gt;Tbh, I wasn't in one of my scolding days else he's gonna get it hard from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_axg0p8f4tmA/TT1d-rr9rfI/AAAAAAAACvQ/zx1KxNjDCO4/s1600/2011-01-20-40993.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_axg0p8f4tmA/TT1d-rr9rfI/AAAAAAAACvQ/zx1KxNjDCO4/s400/2011-01-20-40993.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565708045960195570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then... there were these bunch of girls, I could deduce from their actions.. they were newly Sec1s or perhaps sec2s at most. I could give them one word across their faces, "Ah lian-wannabes" They were speaking as if it was their home. SHOUTING to each other and even across when they were only mere centimeters away. One of their conversations I remembered was:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"eh you this cb, why don't believe me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What? you really smoke meh?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ya, i tell you i will call my brother now and ask him to testify, I ask him break up with you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lulz. Smoking something to be proud off in a School uniform? Throwing vulgarities around in public damn proud? Zomg. This girl got that friend also..... sad case. I am not against smoking, smoke the hell you want, can't you just shut your fxxking mouth up in public? ESP in school uniform? MOREOVER.... this is not your place la. Seriously...... I SWEAR I WOULD HAVE TOLD THEM OFF IF I HAD THAT "FEEL" to scold LOL. Yikes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_axg0p8f4tmA/TT1d-FMMGWI/AAAAAAAACvI/EI62VLvt2PU/s1600/2011-01-24-39153.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_axg0p8f4tmA/TT1d-FMMGWI/AAAAAAAACvI/EI62VLvt2PU/s400/2011-01-24-39153.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565708035626375522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today.... I had students from XXX running around McDonald's in and out.. and all around. Well.. is it because I've graduated then actually it does just allows me to mature so much quicker? That I'm able to get a clearer view of what's silly and what's not? Is it because I'm 17, that I think that tad bit differently? B'cos I thought in my opinion, as students of my batch, we didn't had such poor behavior. KIDS THESE DAYS... are really spoilt brats. Already a few of whom I know wants to quit school at tender 13/14. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tell me what do you wanna be in 10 years?&lt;/span&gt; I'd give you road sweepers at most? And at 12 you see kids throwing all sorts of profanities around. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No I will NEVER let my child be like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Really... I think the younger generation should give it a thought, why can't you guys tame yourself and stop what nonsense of "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;going with the flow&lt;/span&gt;" Why don't you start having a freaking mind of your own? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BE THE ONE TO LEAD&lt;/span&gt;, let others follow. Even if you wanna follow, follow the right ones. Really... else you'd start regretting... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the way I did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;X X X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076459861151355812-7843364028892686849?l=blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/feeds/7843364028892686849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076459861151355812&amp;postID=7843364028892686849&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076459861151355812/posts/default/7843364028892686849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076459861151355812/posts/default/7843364028892686849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/2011/01/kids-these-days-sigh.html' title='Kids these days....... sigh'/><author><name>Chloe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_axg0p8f4tmA/TTVS_rZZ4NI/AAAAAAAACuE/TPNb3LC0QiY/S220/hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_axg0p8f4tmA/TT1d_dDuNRI/AAAAAAAACvY/eIRHaxLX1Ho/s72-c/2011-01-20-40920.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076459861151355812.post-1286642748777772818</id><published>2011-01-20T18:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T18:49:35.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts</title><content type='html'>I know I'm nice... and the next moment I'm not. I know I'm bad... and the next moment I'm not. I know I have been talking with a whole lot of mixed words. I know you're wondering what's up with me. Or perhaps, and just maybe none of you noticed. But sometimes I take out some time of my life to do reflections. And just once in a while I feel that I have done certain things wrong. But mostly, I think I'm right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a whole lot about me that you still don't know about. So why do you act like you do? Every single time someone portrays themselves as if they know me inside out, I feel like laughing my intestines out. Honestly, there's a bunch of me you don't know. You don't know what I wear to sleep each night, you don't know which toy I love the most, you don't know so much more. The only person eligible of claiming that he knows me inside out(besides family) is him. And only him. But that's passed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got so much to say about someone new that I hate. No wait.. hate? Too strong but true. But nah, it's gonna be a total waste to add more wrinkles because of someone well.... that irks me. She's yes smarter than me, got an ass that can speak better than my brain. Going to a JC and I hardly know if I'm in to my course for Poly. But one thing I'm better than her is I have a sense of right and wrong. Ok???????? Wish she could just get lost. Msn on twitter? Why not go put your mouth in a shovel? Yeaaah I am un-following you soon hun no worries. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all my rambles just wanna send out a SOS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_1241.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ARTIST OF THIS DRAWING, CONTACT ME :( I MISS YOU. HEEHEEEHEEE. WONDER HOW YOU ARE NOW AND HOW YOUR O LEVEL RESULTS ARE.&lt;/span&gt; Anyone knows him?? Tell me. Haha, I don't have his contacts or anything, just this drawing he left for me. Hope to like bump into him soon or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;X X X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076459861151355812-1286642748777772818?l=blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/feeds/1286642748777772818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076459861151355812&amp;postID=1286642748777772818&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076459861151355812/posts/default/1286642748777772818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076459861151355812/posts/default/1286642748777772818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/2011/01/thoughts.html' title='Thoughts'/><author><name>Chloe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_axg0p8f4tmA/TTVS_rZZ4NI/AAAAAAAACuE/TPNb3LC0QiY/S220/hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076459861151355812.post-2684986900501022456</id><published>2011-01-15T21:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T22:21:29.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So what is your astrological sign now?</title><content type='html'>"Huh... change of horoscope? ......" Not change of horoscope babes. It's change of astrological sign. If you guys haven't known yet... read up &lt;a href="http://m.nbc-2.com/(S(xztxqfvn0mfqvkntzhsnvfaw))/default.aspx?pid=2693&amp;amp;wnfeedurl=http%3a%2f%2fwww.nbc-2.com%2fGlobal%2fstory.asp%3fS%3d13828331%26clienttype%3drssstory"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_1378.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my instant reaction was to check if I was affected, and yes I was. So from a supposed Taurus, I am now an Aries. So that is to say I've been living 16 years of my life as a lie? Ha ha. Lucky 16 years only. Imagine those older people whom really rely on astrological matching or whatsoever and they realize that they have been living with the wrong partner? This must feel real awful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_1381.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They, when I say they I meant the sources. Some say your sign changes only if you're born from 2009 onwards. Some say Nov 2009 onwards. Some say this year onwards. Some say everyone's sign changes. It didn't had to get more confusing now, did it? Say, it really is 2009 onwards... then take me for example. My birthday is on 2nd May. So I am a Taurus. Yet another person who is given birth 2nd May 2010 is what? An Aries? Confusing isn't it? Imagine you encounter someone:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Hey when's your birthday?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"2nd may"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Oh you're a Taurus?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"yeah...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Meets someone else..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Hey when's your birthday?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"2nd may"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;This I know! Taurus?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"huh.. no? I am an Aries"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;"................."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I will be ".........................." So from now on we must let our age be known then can define the astrological signs? haha so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind the changes, frankly speaking. However can this be clarified? Now, when I flip through 8 days... I will be like.. "So I am supposed to look at Taurus or Aries?" And poor &lt;span&gt;Ophiuchus no horoscope. LOL. Hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_1397.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tauries&lt;/span&gt;? Or &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Arus&lt;/span&gt;? Haha Tauries looks and sounds nicer I THINK. LOL. But okay la... perhaps I should continue as a fellow Taurus this year and convert to an Aries next year. How's that?! HAHAH. Honestly, kinda peeved with these things. Start the ball rolling yet not clarifying the exact thing.... T S K.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY if you wanna know:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;Capricorn: Jan. 20 - Feb. 16&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Aquarius: Feb. 16 - March 11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Pisces: March 11- April 18&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Aries: April 18- May 13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Taurus: May 13- June 21&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Gemini: June 21- July 20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Cancer: July 20- Aug. 10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Leo: Aug. 10- Sept. 16&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Virgo: Sept. 16- Oct. 30&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Libra: Oct. 30- Nov. 23&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Scorpio: Nov. 23- Nov. 29&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Ophiuchus: Nov. 29- Dec. 17&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Sagittarius: Dec. 17- Jan. 20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here you go. Haha. Good luck with identifying yourself. THOUGH I HAVE GOT TO ADMIT... Aries personalities suits me more than Taurus you know?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_1391.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just sharing my thoughts... haha. I think if like you go check la example only ah.. you like that guy A is a Scorpio sign, then if you a taurus don't match him change to aries! LOL then can already hahahaha OK la lame IKR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before signing off, no personal att or anything la. But I hate guys, hate guys who play hard to get. When girls take the first move to say they love them. They take it for granted. DUDES, babes take a lot of courage before doing so. And if she do so and is still waiting for you even when you are playing hard to get, she's really someone you should hold on to. Yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;X X X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076459861151355812-2684986900501022456?l=blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/feeds/2684986900501022456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076459861151355812&amp;postID=2684986900501022456&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076459861151355812/posts/default/2684986900501022456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076459861151355812/posts/default/2684986900501022456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/2011/01/so-what-is-your-astrological-sign-now.html' title='So what is your astrological sign now?'/><author><name>Chloe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_axg0p8f4tmA/TTVS_rZZ4NI/AAAAAAAACuE/TPNb3LC0QiY/S220/hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076459861151355812.post-928302723590945918</id><published>2011-01-13T21:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T22:21:07.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Talk to you only lor blog</title><content type='html'>As you can deduce from my title, I can only find myself here. I am unable to comprehend the way I feel now. My heart is fluctuating like never before. I do not regret the things I do. But the wait kills. I was contemplating for a long time, thinking of consequences if I did what I did or just leaving things the way they are. I am unsure if this is the best choice to get things going but I know that is what my heart really wanted at that point of time. To be frank, did I do right or commit a little of wrong? I know something is going on between Skater boy and his girl. I remembered I told him that I'd put my like for him away and wait till he ever needs me. Whenever I want to make a decision, something will get me thinking, if doing certain things would be the right choice. Yes it's all about the final choice. In the end, I am placing a bet on the friendship. I went on to telling him what I felt. Am I coming off as someone straightforward? Or was it good that I was clear with what I felt? I hate being not direct. Why must I walk rounds and rounds then stop and say out what I want? Isn't it so much better if I was frank? Then again, certain words and things are meant to be kept the way they were. Well I am weird. And at times, I don't understand myself either. When I have a liking for someone, I realize, at the end of the day, I'll just give it a shot. To whether I fail or not, it's more of the process that I will then be maturing, so on and so forth. It's always a matter of time before I let the other party know that I like them. Switching this chain of thoughts for a moment, I am surprised. I kept my feelings for D suppressed. And I wonder what I take him as now. Would I in the eventual still let him know what I had felt initially? Well back here, about me being weird. After my confession,  I will automatically reject myself from that person. You guys get what I meant? I will tell him I like him then say things like I know you don't like me. Then I would go to extents of deleting that person from my contacts. Yes, I think it's contradicting. I am afraid of rejections, no, I shouldn't be talking so much, I will let all my loose ends out. But I still got to pour them out. I am afraid of rejections, so I reject myself before being rejected. I want to feel like I ditched them first. This complex of the heart is hard to comprehend or even further illustrate. This time... after I told him, I closed twitter, not a single bit have I visited twitter since 1 hour ago. And I stopped going to face-book. I do not dare look at if he'll issue me a reply. You know guys, yes I am afraid of rejections. But I think I am able to handle them pretty well. What I am unable to tolerate is me, not getting a reply. It's like a total silence, it's loose ends here. I don't know where I am. Hanging on a thread, I just need an answer so I'd know if to continue to thread on or to cut myself loose. What's so hard about an answer? These days when guys confess to me, I give them direct answers because I do not want to allow them to harbor any false hopes. I do not know what to feel now. I guess the friendship I had built for the past weeks is going to be gone. You ask me if I regret? No I don't. Not a single bit. At least I tried. I really tried... And sometimes, really.... liking someone doesn't mean needing to be together with them. If both parties know they have a thing for each other, it'll be cool to just hang around one another. No need for serious commitment,  you know? And to like and love is different, to like is to like someone's best moments. To love is to love someone at his worst yet being to accept it and love him with your heart. Okay why I am talking so much? Maybe it's time I sink in to reality.... the very least... I now feel different from last Thursday. Last Thursday I held those words in, this Thursday I let it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder.... without blowkissestochloe.... how would I be able to suppress the over-raging insanity within me? Thank god I have readers like you guys.... I am fine..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076459861151355812-928302723590945918?l=blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/feeds/928302723590945918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076459861151355812&amp;postID=928302723590945918&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076459861151355812/posts/default/928302723590945918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076459861151355812/posts/default/928302723590945918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/2011/01/talk-to-you-only-lor-blog.html' title='Talk to you only lor blog'/><author><name>Chloe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_axg0p8f4tmA/TTVS_rZZ4NI/AAAAAAAACuE/TPNb3LC0QiY/S220/hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076459861151355812.post-5779036290191051858</id><published>2011-01-11T19:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T19:26:58.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'>17 points</title><content type='html'>Hola! In case you haven't known yet, I've got 17 points for my O level results. The reason why I'm so open about it is because I know a lot of you are very kaypo. Ha ha. I mean, it's okay to share. Why must you be secretive? At the end of the day... people will know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/P1000521.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Courses Selections:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK... I can be honest with you, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I failed my Science, like an E8&lt;/span&gt;. I can tell you right here, right now, that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I HATE SCIENCE. I HATE IT SO BADLY&lt;/span&gt;. So I can help anyone who needs help with their studies, but not science, not science! And all the science courses I one also not eligible, ha ha ha. But okay la.... my ideal course quite okay. So hopefully my top 6 choices can get in. I am happy with life! I thought that I could have achieve lower points, like 14? If I tried harder for Art/Math/English but really really, I am blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;To all those who did well, CONGRATULATIONS!! &lt;/span&gt;I am happy for everyone of you, except for those who keep flaunting the shit out of it. "OHHH I GOT _ A1s but damn this subject I got A2." Hello?? You got yourself a fudging 6 points so just shut up. If you have such an attitude, you can't go far in life anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And to those who didn't performed well, FACE IT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sink into reality and don't run away&lt;/span&gt;. There are definitely routes for all of you out there! Be it repeating that year, ITE, Poly, Jc, or whatever, I AM SURE THERE IS A WAY OUT. So don't give up!! Everybody's good in something! So brace up! And smile to the world! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/P1000623-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K... ANW.... I hate 17. I told y'all I hated it right? And I got 17. Waahhhhh can kill myself. I don't mind an 18. Ok joke. But seriously?? 17?? -_- 17 broke my heart, 17 is the age I hate, and now 17!!!! K next time people ask I'll say, "I got 21 for L1R5" hahahaha. BTW... pictures above are last year's!! Haven't had a chance to upload latest pictures yet!! And tomorrow heading to NYP and TP for course counseling!! I can't wait to start school, end fast, work fast, die early! xx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/P1000504.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;LAST BUT NOT LEAST! GOOD BYE MY FRIENDS FROM 1E4/2E4/3E1/4E1!! GOOD RIDDANCE!! &lt;/span&gt;Hahaha. K JOKE. I guess I'll miss y'all. The irritatingness. Omg. K I should blog something about this cute class yup!! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hope to see all of you in 8 years!! I am marrying a rich guy, and all of you are invited!!&lt;/span&gt; Lulz. K BYE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 11.1.11 &lt;/span&gt;is a special day! so smile throughout babies!! and i really thank all the seniors/friends/families and practically EVERYONE who were concerned about my results! I appreciate it. Really did. Lots of love to all of you! Anyone haz anything to ask, just formspring me la ok. Love'yall! xx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;XXX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076459861151355812-5779036290191051858?l=blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/feeds/5779036290191051858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076459861151355812&amp;postID=5779036290191051858&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076459861151355812/posts/default/5779036290191051858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076459861151355812/posts/default/5779036290191051858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/2011/01/17-points.html' title='17 points'/><author><name>Chloe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_axg0p8f4tmA/TTVS_rZZ4NI/AAAAAAAACuE/TPNb3LC0QiY/S220/hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076459861151355812.post-5520313963641202463</id><published>2011-01-07T17:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T22:27:11.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'>About the boy + Facebook pokes</title><content type='html'>Hihihihi. Okie so today's post is about the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; boy and facebook pokes&lt;/span&gt;. I can't possibly keep talking about the seem &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so near yet far; far yet near&lt;/span&gt; results right.... So I thought I'd talk about the boy today... If you guys have been following me, then well you guys should know what's going yup. I'll go back to skater boy, he has a girlfriend. Ouch. haha. But I'm okay la. ......... Now you guys keep seeing me talk about this "boy" right. This boy.... is pretty humble(Though, it might not be his real self) LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_1312.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kinda like him. Like I said I like only, I am not talking about love yups. But... I think he has got another he likes too. hahahah. So yups, just like only. K la. Nothing much about the boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_1317.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facebook pokes, google answered my question. Read about what facebook pokes really mean!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;What is a facebook poke?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;A poke is a small application on Facebook  that is included with every account. On your homepage, a small box on  the right hand side called "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pokes&lt;/span&gt;" is visible if anyone has poked you.  The pokes themselves are simply small images of a hand with a finger  pointing, and the person's name who sent the poke to you. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_1283.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I got an example from &lt;a href="http://ezinearticles.com/?What-is-a-Facebook-Poke?&amp;amp;id=3749853"&gt;x&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have you ever been poked on Facebook and wondered exactly what it  meant? &lt;/span&gt;Well, in this article, we will take a look at the meaning of a  Facebook poke. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It might just mean much more than you think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Whenever  I go on Facebook, I see a little portion of the screen saying that  people have poked me. Facebook claims that a poke can be used "to say  hello" to your friends. Thus, I see this poke feature on Facebook as a  way that my friends are saying, "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hello, I am thinking about you and I  miss you.&lt;/span&gt;" Thus, I think a poke feels pretty good. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;After you  receive a poke, you then have the option of poking back. This could be  translated as a way of saying, "Thanks for thinking of me. I feel the  same way." However, this is just the surface meaning of a poke on  Facebook, but if we dig deeper, we may find that a Facebook poke means  much more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Such was the case with my friend Bob. Bob recently asked me, "Richard, what does a Facebook poke mean to you?" I said, "It's an acknowledgment, a friend saying hello." He claimed that sometimes it can mean much more and proceeded to tell me a story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Long  ago, Bob had been good friends with a girl named Alexandra. Alexandra  and Bob often took their relationship passed the friendship level but it  never changed into a full blown relationship. Thus, after some time,  Alexandra met someone and ended up marrying this man and invited Bob to  the wedding. As it happens when people lead different lives, Bob  and Alexandra stopped communicating with each other on a regular basis  pretty quickly and then not at all. In fact, they went five years  without really talking to one another at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And then, Bob  received a Facebook poke from Alexandra out of the blue. After not  communicating for five years, Alexandra suddenly initiated  communication.Bob wondered about this sudden Facebook poke. Was this just an acknowledgment or was there something more to the story? Well,  it turns out, after Bob checked Alexandra's Facebook profile, she was  single again. Bob decided to poke her back and see where things led. In the end, Bob and Alexandra began dating and now they have plans to marry each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thus, while a Facebook poke is often just an acknowledgment, it can sometimes say a whole lot more!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_1326.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so actually a facebook poke can mean alot! Don't anyhow poke poke ah. Haha. K la but it can also be a friendly gesture definitely!! So yups you want you can think and dig more into it, or just normal lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_1294.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie... I rly want to tweet that boy :'( But so aggressive uh............ ?! Definitely confirm plus chop this friendship will gone if I tell him how I feel.... and he will tell D.... I will be damn maluzz. K so yups follow me on twitter, ask me questions or tag me or just stop viewing my blog! hahah K BYE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I LOVE #6. ;b&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;X X X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076459861151355812-5520313963641202463?l=blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/feeds/5520313963641202463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076459861151355812&amp;postID=5520313963641202463&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076459861151355812/posts/default/5520313963641202463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076459861151355812/posts/default/5520313963641202463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/2011/01/about-boy-facebook-pokes.html' title='About the boy + Facebook pokes'/><author><name>Chloe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_axg0p8f4tmA/TTVS_rZZ4NI/AAAAAAAACuE/TPNb3LC0QiY/S220/hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076459861151355812.post-2114838712862589251</id><published>2011-01-05T18:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T18:46:06.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How to handle your results + some rubbish</title><content type='html'>Hihihi! "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What's down!&lt;/span&gt;" Bahahah okie if you read my tweets then maybe you understood that. So yups, for me I am about to receive my O level results! Yeah yeah yeah I am going to keep talking about it! Okie. So anyway the next 3 pictures(only yes I know), were taken last year 22/09/10! That's what the details said. When my complexion really sucked. And it was the last day I could have lumix to myself. So took a couple of pictures. Bye lumix. By the way... that's pluto! I hug him to sleep almost every nite! He's soooo huggable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/P1030793.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;How to handle your results&lt;/span&gt;" I thought I'd come up with some tips. K just some personal tips though. In the morning when you wake up.. tell yourself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I CONFIRM WILL BE THE TOP SCORER IN MY SCHOOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Don't doubt yourself while saying that, so yups, you are now mentally prepared for the results. Groom yourself well. Don't get caught like long nails/hair colour or whatever the heck. Don't let your own grooming be the reason for yourself being upset okie?! So on 10th Jan when you reach your school hall, and your friends would be like "Surely you top scorer" blah blaaah those crap shit. YOU TELL THEM:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Can you don't affect my mood first? Say so much no use, it's like within minutes we're gonna get the results. K THX BYE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Hahah. Like&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; attitude&lt;/span&gt; la sia. OK NVM... So yups, this is to prepare you for the before taking the results!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/P1030806.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now when you receive your results... let's say your aim for L1R4 is 10! And you got a whooooping 7! HAPPY RIGHT?! And for all the people who looked down on you, you prove them wrong, like HECK YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH. YES?!?!! And you're at a loss of what to do?! DO THIS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HECK YEAAAAH LOSERS! I GOT A WHOOPING 7. HAHAHA. I GOT THE POINTS I DESERVE! SCREAAAAAM IT OUT!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Okie. Like&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; drama&lt;/span&gt; abit. But don't care. Haha. Well then just smile and walk off. If your friends like failed or some shit, don't be the one who console them. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WALK OFF&lt;/span&gt;. HAHA. I don't know leh? I feel that you'll come off as being obnoxious. Like wna show off, so yups unless you're really close to that person, then you be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if ya fail!!?!?!?!?!? OH NOOO. K maybe not fail. Like L1R4 get 20 points. OUCH :( FIRST OF ALL:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CRY. TELL EVERYONE YOU WANNA ATTEMPT SUICIDE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;so that they can comfort you and don't make fun of you then you say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAHA JUST JOKING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Okay no la. I mean like seriously you've gotta &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SINK INTO REALITY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Accept the fact that, that is what you scored, find a best friend and let it all out. TO THOSE KAYPO PEOPLE, just get lost la. Haha. I mean, life still goes on. Just see what you can do about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO YEAH, you cry about it, get over it, then stand up again. OK?!?! GOOD LUCK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/P1030814.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie I know those advices aren't really tactful. But I don't know?! Haha just try only la. For me... I really don't feel anything. I feel that you'll get what you worked for. No big hoo haaaas. I just want this agonizing wait to be over. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NO WORRIES. MY FOLLOWERS WILL BE THE FIRST TO KNOW MY RESULTS OK!? &lt;/span&gt;Good or bad, when I receive my results, the first I'll do is tweet y'all? xx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie.... hope things go fine for all of you! I pray for everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am supposed to blog some rubbish here... nothing to say... I am waiting for something to progress. If it does. I will blog it! SO TOMORROW YAYS I am collecting my cheque! Woohhooo. BYE LOVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;X X X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076459861151355812-2114838712862589251?l=blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/feeds/2114838712862589251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076459861151355812&amp;postID=2114838712862589251&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076459861151355812/posts/default/2114838712862589251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076459861151355812/posts/default/2114838712862589251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/2011/01/how-to-handle-your-results-some-rubbish.html' title='How to handle your results + some rubbish'/><author><name>Chloe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_axg0p8f4tmA/TTVS_rZZ4NI/AAAAAAAACuE/TPNb3LC0QiY/S220/hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076459861151355812.post-5818659656496714276</id><published>2011-01-03T13:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T14:17:51.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretty girls</title><content type='html'>Hi hi hi. Okie I wanted to start this post with "Whaaaaat's up!" but suddenly I kept laughing. K I know it's not funny but you, reading this, please entertain me by laughing in front of your screen now! Do something like this "ha. ha. ha." Okie thanks *___*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_1260.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;2010 O level candidates!&lt;/span&gt; Are you guys reaaaady for your results?! I am extremely nervous now. But at the same time, I wish 10/01/2011 would arrive faster! I just want to get my results over and done with, I hate this wait, it's killing me bit by bit. Whatever the results, I am proud to say that I have done my best. So good luck to all of you out there! Sink in to reality! Don't run away from it. I think I won't cry la, even if it's very good or very bad. I think I quite no feelings when come to results. When I got my PSLE 222, I don't know if I was happy or disappointed, but I just keep smiling la. But I already told mommy, when I get my results, and they say can release me, I will run away, run home, go into my room and share my sorrows/happiness with my toys! Hope things go well! Keep your fingers crossed *&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;crossed&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow all you little boys and girls are going back to school! Haha K, not little. Just younger, I am feeling old. I hate the age 17. Stuck between 16 and 18. I JUST HATE 17. -__- Somehow I wish 2012 will come faster so I can see all the shit ass predictions and nonsense theory about how the world would end come true. I bet on 21st December 2012 all of you will be scared! On 20th, I will let EVERYONE know I love them! I hope I can survive end of the world -_- BAAAACK to the topic, I hope everyone returning to school tomorrow have fun ok! Don't whine about it la, it's for your own good! Do well for this year for your streaming/N/O levels k!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_1247.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So let's get back to the blog title&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pretty girls&lt;/span&gt;" suddenly.... I was thinking.... about pretty girls. I think pretty girls scare boys away. What ever the theory am I following right? I mean &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pretty girls+handsome boys = compatible pair.&lt;/span&gt; But these days... &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I FEEL IN MY OPINION MY COMMENTS MY THOUGHTS SOLELY JUST MY THINKING NO INTENTION OF FORCING MY BELIEF ONTO YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;haha... else people say i am being self-opinionated&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; looks don't count&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's just what you feel when you're with "him". &lt;/span&gt;Pretty girls are falling for... well, not say UGLY guys, but just average guys. And I&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; TRY&lt;/span&gt; to put my shoes into those guys...&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; if I were them, I would run away.&lt;/span&gt; Because who am I? I am just one average ass here. I have to constantly live on the worries that she'll leave me for someone better, or that maybe she just wants to play with my heart. And because she's so perfect, it doesn't seem true. Hence pretty girls get rejected by average guys, no?? But standing as a girl view, I feel that YOU AVERAGE GUYS, should give those pretty girls a chance, I mean of course the one that you feel is worth it. Yups? I am not saying I very pretty la(&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MUST BE HUMBLE&lt;/span&gt;), but(&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AND I AM NOT SAYING I GOT REJECTED OR THAT I EVEN CONFESSED&lt;/span&gt;), how could * possibly not like me? I can sense he's running from me. K maybe because I'm a monstaaaaaar! *rawr* -____-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Well boys, if you like a girl, let her know, she doesn't wait ONLY for YOU. And girls don't take hints too good boys, so let her know. Don't keep her waiting. Ok?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zzZzzZzzZzzzZzzzZzzZZ I think D is affecting me A LOT. Hence this post being crafted... zZzzZz. Neways... if you've been following me on twitter, you'd know that wearing yellow/orange on the first day of 2011 is lucky! So yeah that's me all yellowish! I told you I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;yellow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_1244.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;X X X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076459861151355812-5818659656496714276?l=blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/feeds/5818659656496714276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076459861151355812&amp;postID=5818659656496714276&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076459861151355812/posts/default/5818659656496714276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076459861151355812/posts/default/5818659656496714276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/2011/01/pretty-girls.html' title='Pretty girls'/><author><name>Chloe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_axg0p8f4tmA/TTVS_rZZ4NI/AAAAAAAACuE/TPNb3LC0QiY/S220/hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076459861151355812.post-4997122296615243131</id><published>2011-01-01T01:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T01:18:26.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Hi there honeypies. Happy 2011 to every single one of you out there looking at this very sentence! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_1208.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see......... there's nothing much to talk about, I spent my new year at home. Which I felt was blissful. You'd feel this way if you've spent your previous years celebrating outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_1181.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's talk about formspring. I've been receiving mad cute questions by all of you out there. Sheesh, I'm heavily threatened by respective fans/admirers of different people to kill me because I'm talking to them. That is just so cute. Well, yes yes I think I know some of you are expecting "THAAAT" post from me, nope not happening. Game plans in action. *winks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_1215.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved this low key celebration.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; No new year resolutions&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Because I won't do them&lt;/span&gt;. BY THE WAY, I feel so old. I'm turning 17 this year. 17. So quick! Oh well.... grow old and die early. Ha ha ha. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; l&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;v&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; D&lt;/span&gt;. And to date, I love my 190 followers on twitter, readers of my blog, facebook friends, and those anonymous-es who post questions on my formspring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Have a great year ahead love! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;XXX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="240" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.facebook.com/v/1693617654219"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.facebook.com/v/1693617654219" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="240" width="320"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076459861151355812-4997122296615243131?l=blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/feeds/4997122296615243131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076459861151355812&amp;postID=4997122296615243131&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076459861151355812/posts/default/4997122296615243131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076459861151355812/posts/default/4997122296615243131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/2011/01/2011.html' title='2011'/><author><name>Chloe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_axg0p8f4tmA/TTVS_rZZ4NI/AAAAAAAACuE/TPNb3LC0QiY/S220/hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076459861151355812.post-2648323852613126400</id><published>2010-12-30T16:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T18:53:35.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My 2010</title><content type='html'>I remembered I started my first 2010 post by saying: "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I just gotta say, let's hope for the better in 2010.&lt;/span&gt;" over &lt;a href="http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So exactly how good has it been? I'll take the picture of the month and do a little summary on that month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;January:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/lastgirlonyourlist1330.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This month...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1: I gave S up.&lt;br /&gt;2. I gave A up.&lt;br /&gt;3. I gave V up.&lt;br /&gt;4. I gave Z up.&lt;br /&gt;5. I gave Q up.&lt;br /&gt;6. I lost S.&lt;br /&gt;7. I lost CC.&lt;br /&gt;8. I lost QB.&lt;br /&gt;9. I realized it was always Eye that mattered to me.&lt;br /&gt;10. I chose to let everyone and everything that mattered be blurred away.&lt;br /&gt;11. I had a crush on my tuition mate who is only Sec 3. GAH. &gt;:&lt;br /&gt;12. I made new friends like Jonathan and Alex Cheah.&lt;br /&gt;13. I went back to better terms with Hady.&lt;br /&gt;14. I had a nice talk with Mayank.&lt;br /&gt;15. I couldn't help but to continue hating her. &gt;:&lt;br /&gt;16. I helped someone but got nothing in return.&lt;br /&gt;17. I felt the lowest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so cute *_* Who is QB?! What the heck. LOL at point 12. But I am glad I got on stupid good terms with that silly point 13. Point 15.... hahahaha.  Overall, I felt that January was a month that made or in a way forced me to grow up from what I used to be in Sec 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;February:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/P1000254.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an extremely LOL month. I think this is the month I quarreled with the elephant Vanessa? Read the two posts &lt;a href="http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/2010/02/attention-seekers-with-fats.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/2010/02/still-attracting-attention.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Ha ha. K that was funny la. Immaturity babe. But I am proud of myself, I spoke face to face and I don't go around being keyboard warriors like you-know-who. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is also the month I failed bad as a key-holder. Bah. Read up on my repents and grudges if you guys didn't yet over &lt;a href="http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/2010/02/responsibility.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. and it was all because of thaaaaat theft case. T S K.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was also the month where I hated Sherman and Elaine talking through me, and caused a lot of misunderstandings. Part of it, my bad. So, I am sorry. And of course it was the month I like CMG. Till now still my cmg! I like. Hehe last but not least, my new found love, Logan Lerman *heart*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;March:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/P1000506.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell for Justin Bieber. Aww. It was the greatest thing that happened to me! Bahahaha. And I still "liked" syamil at this point of the month. Weird fate and stuffs. March was just totally: &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BIEBER FEVER. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;That's all I can say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;April:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/picture.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;EMOTIONAL MONTH. MISTAKE OF MY LIFE MONTH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This month sucked the most..... sucked till the extent I had this &lt;a href="http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/2010/04/influences.html"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt; on how much I hate my classmates. zzz. And even the teachers weren't spared by &lt;a href="http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-personal-opinionwith-no-intentions.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;. K I think my attitude really sucked during this month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emotional because V and I, both who used to be close to me in 2009 like vanished and ignores me?? Hence I crafted this &lt;a href="http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/2010/04/dear-baby-pooh-youre-coming-to-year-old.html"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt; for them. X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;May:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/P1010555.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Turmoil and constrained life. All I can say. No expectations = No disappointment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23rd May 2010: I crafted this post for him &lt;a href="http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/2010/05/dnaeyaffeeraeye.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. He's fading away, quick. But the fact that I'm able to "add" him as a friend on facebook really shows I've given up. That I know he's not mine, but alright, certain things should just remain the way they are now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;June:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/P1010738.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could only remember &lt;a href="http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/2010/06/what-does-sorry-mean-to-you.html"&gt; this&lt;/a&gt;. What does sorry means to YOU?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;July:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/neoprints001.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/neoprints0012.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss them. I do. Not the individuals but as a whole. You know the feeling you get when you have a clique? Well yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And haha &lt;a href="http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/2010/07/31st-july.html"&gt;31stJuly&lt;/a&gt; LOL *_*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;August:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/snapshot8.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HECK YEAH A1 for Mother Tongue HA HA HA. I so zaaaai. K lame. All I could remember for August because it was just superb the way it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;September:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/Picture0149.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The month I feel like DYING. Yes, DYING. Art rushing me, studies and all those shit. I was really struggling bad. *skips sept*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;October:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/lastgirlonyourlist1526.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*WAAAH* so pretty ah. Hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still struggling..... but hey guess whaaaaaat heck yeah I maaaade it through!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;November:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/Picture0216.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I LOVE NOVEMBER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I got this huge crush on skater boy! I guess those on twitter know so right......... hahahahaha. Yes till now crushing! I had this two posts one on &lt;a href="http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/2010/11/how-to-handle-crush.html"&gt; how to handle a crush&lt;/a&gt; and the other on &lt;a href="http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/2010/11/how-do-you-cope-with-unrequited-love.html"&gt; how to cope with unrequited love&lt;/a&gt;. I hope it does help one way or another! x.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;December:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_1158.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_1137.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_1119.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_1161.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_1171.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty right. I KNOW. Hahahaha. Thick skin. K I remembered this month I went to &lt;a href="http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/2010/12/snack-those-deals-and-meet-yog-cubs.html"&gt; U CARE BACK TO SCHOOL FAIR&lt;/a&gt; and met those young cubs. Hahaha cute boys. I won &lt;a href="http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/2010/12/be-jeweled.html"&gt; best dressed!&lt;/a&gt; and talked about &lt;a href="http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/2010/12/what-makes-me-happy.html"&gt; what makes me happy!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K la life was okay right? Not thaaat bad afterall. 2010 ended just like THAT. Yeah ending my 2010 single. yesssa. Even if I meet a guy now, like cannot be within 1 day together right? like *_*. dang dang dang, I still like skater boy people. D is a distraction, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAAND, really love my followers on twitter, my readers who read my blog. And definitely those cute anonymous-es who always attempt to anger me. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CUTE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this will be my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;LAST&lt;/span&gt; post for 2010. I am heck yeah looking forward to 2011. I am ready to put everything in 2010 behing(cept skater boy) and move on. So those reading this post....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can.... do a few things for me again! hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st: Follow me on twitter &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/chloechong"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; if you haven't yet because you wouldn't wanna miss out latest updates by me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd: Booomb me questions on formspring &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/chloechong"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; because you know you want to know me more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd: Sign up for the samplestore &lt;a href="http://www.thesamplestore.sg/r/69447"&gt; here&lt;/a&gt;! After signing up, come back here and click this &lt;a href="http://www.thesamplestore.sg/r/69447/2441"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt; to receive &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FREE BB cream samples!&lt;/span&gt; As easy as ABC so go go go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th: First, like this &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/chicreaders"&gt;page&lt;/a&gt; on facebook. Secondly, like this &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=1675354037640&amp;amp;set=o.96921045375"&gt;photo&lt;/a&gt;! can can? ask your friends to like too! I'll be extremely grateful. xx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 easy things, do it well ok. hahaha I love everyone so much! So..... here is the end of 2010.... 2011 will be a good year. God bless me for my O level results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2010, 30/12 I said I love skater boy! I said I love Fernando Torres! Bahahahah. K bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;X X X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076459861151355812-2648323852613126400?l=blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/feeds/2648323852613126400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076459861151355812&amp;postID=2648323852613126400&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076459861151355812/posts/default/2648323852613126400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076459861151355812/posts/default/2648323852613126400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-2010.html' title='My 2010'/><author><name>Chloe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_axg0p8f4tmA/TTVS_rZZ4NI/AAAAAAAACuE/TPNb3LC0QiY/S220/hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076459861151355812.post-3578845982507660783</id><published>2010-12-30T13:33:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T13:41:29.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'>QUESTION MARK</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I AM FEELING SO DIFFERENT. MY HEART IS WAVERING. I THINK I AM ATTRACTED TO HIM. BUT I THINK ALL HE IS TO ME IS JUST BEING FRIENDLY. HE'S TOO FRIENDLY. I AM STARTING TO MISTAKEN HIS FRIENDLINESS FOR LOVE. HE SHOULDN'T BE NICE TO ME. HE SHOULDN'T BE. BECAUSE IT'S ONLY INFATUATION AND I DON'T WANNA HURT HIM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076459861151355812-3578845982507660783?l=blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/feeds/3578845982507660783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076459861151355812&amp;postID=3578845982507660783&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076459861151355812/posts/default/3578845982507660783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076459861151355812/posts/default/3578845982507660783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-am-feeling-so-different.html' title='QUESTION MARK'/><author><name>Chloe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_axg0p8f4tmA/TTVS_rZZ4NI/AAAAAAAACuE/TPNb3LC0QiY/S220/hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076459861151355812.post-966017341695621397</id><published>2010-12-29T13:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T17:04:52.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Glow Specs</title><content type='html'>I. AM. HUNGRY. K. But rebellious me ain't eating because someone asked me to eat, okay issues with myself. LOL. But honestly, I typed LOL with a *_* face. LOL. Just did it again. LOL to me is like a fullstop to my sentences or more of like telling y'all that what I just said is lame... Hahah. So few days back..... I glow spec-ed myself. Hahah it was fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_1047.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_1049.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_1051.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_1061.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_1063.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_1072.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_1073.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah cooolio oliooo. Anyway just very haste blogging because I wanna allocate sets of photos to each posts. I don't wanna squeeeeze them all in one. So yeah slowly slowly... hahah cannot. I really am lagging behind time! So after this post, I've got one more post on yst's outing... and another set on my journey of food and the final post for the year! (Although I think i may postpone some to blog next year). OK so many things to talk about. Shall leave it to next post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I hope y'all would follow me up on twitter for micro lame updates from me, or you could bomb me with some irritatingly cute questions. I'm open to all and both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;XXX.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076459861151355812-966017341695621397?l=blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/feeds/966017341695621397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076459861151355812&amp;postID=966017341695621397&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076459861151355812/posts/default/966017341695621397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076459861151355812/posts/default/966017341695621397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/2010/12/glow-specs.html' title='Glow Specs'/><author><name>Chloe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_axg0p8f4tmA/TTVS_rZZ4NI/AAAAAAAACuE/TPNb3LC0QiY/S220/hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076459861151355812.post-1707069697704968001</id><published>2010-12-28T17:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T17:47:36.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Star Nero Hardy &amp; Apple Orange's Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_axg0p8f4tmA/TRmuw-539mI/AAAAAAAACtM/e0q-WViHgmI/s1600/SAM_0910.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_axg0p8f4tmA/TRmuw-539mI/AAAAAAAACtM/e0q-WViHgmI/s400/SAM_0910.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555663771880912482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes it was be-loved Star's birthday on Christmas day! As y'all know... people who goes to "build-a-bear" are "serious" about their "Pet" "Child" or whatever it is. So yes my lil'hardy is 1 year old! Along with his twinnie Apple!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_axg0p8f4tmA/TRmv2V9SSkI/AAAAAAAACts/NYyTs8ehiW4/s1600/SAM_0972.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_axg0p8f4tmA/TRmv2V9SSkI/AAAAAAAACts/NYyTs8ehiW4/s400/SAM_0972.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555664963480209986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't they just so cute! Bahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_axg0p8f4tmA/TRmv2mrn6FI/AAAAAAAACt0/51an8GLyzSc/s1600/SAM_0968.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_axg0p8f4tmA/TRmv2mrn6FI/AAAAAAAACt0/51an8GLyzSc/s400/SAM_0968.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555664967969531986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, mommy did a cake for them! Hahaha it was well... really fun to do these things though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_axg0p8f4tmA/TRmuxmb0EwI/AAAAAAAACtk/igy-_411V5Y/s1600/SAM_0987.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_axg0p8f4tmA/TRmuxmb0EwI/AAAAAAAACtk/igy-_411V5Y/s400/SAM_0987.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555663782492246786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is uncle cohen... hahah. And he has one too! His is called Moonlite. But don't think I'm rich, I know it costs like $100+++ to make a bear cus must choose clothes and all. But long story k!? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_axg0p8f4tmA/TRmuxcXWd-I/AAAAAAAACtc/NmKzbfKT0xE/s1600/SAM_1034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_axg0p8f4tmA/TRmuxcXWd-I/AAAAAAAACtc/NmKzbfKT0xE/s400/SAM_1034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555663779789174754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is Ms Et and Apple and me with lil'hardy :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_axg0p8f4tmA/TRmuxCzae3I/AAAAAAAACtU/xh4lyyaNUqQ/s1600/SAM_0923.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_axg0p8f4tmA/TRmuxCzae3I/AAAAAAAACtU/xh4lyyaNUqQ/s400/SAM_0923.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555663772927556466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_axg0p8f4tmA/TRmuwk5Z29I/AAAAAAAACtE/wqB6IGUt1_c/s1600/SAM_0906.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_axg0p8f4tmA/TRmuwk5Z29I/AAAAAAAACtE/wqB6IGUt1_c/s400/SAM_0906.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555663764899617746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall it was fun.... christmas was mundane in a way but their party one way or another brighten up things. I can't wait for his second birthday! More pictures up on facebook! You can view them there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes I will be churning out a few more posts in a while! I mean it! So laggggged behind time already *CRIES* Alright till then my lovez! xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076459861151355812-1707069697704968001?l=blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/feeds/1707069697704968001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076459861151355812&amp;postID=1707069697704968001&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076459861151355812/posts/default/1707069697704968001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076459861151355812/posts/default/1707069697704968001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/2010/12/star-nero-hardy-apple-oranges-birthday.html' title='Star Nero Hardy &amp; Apple Orange&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>Chloe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_axg0p8f4tmA/TTVS_rZZ4NI/AAAAAAAACuE/TPNb3LC0QiY/S220/hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_axg0p8f4tmA/TRmuw-539mI/AAAAAAAACtM/e0q-WViHgmI/s72-c/SAM_0910.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076459861151355812.post-699944801640131436</id><published>2010-12-23T16:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T16:44:39.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What makes me happy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_axg0p8f4tmA/TRMJlmmiE_I/AAAAAAAACso/JumoxcuHUFM/s1600/yellow_gallery__600x400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_axg0p8f4tmA/TRMJlmmiE_I/AAAAAAAACso/JumoxcuHUFM/s400/yellow_gallery__600x400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553793307099927538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yellow&lt;/span&gt; makes me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_axg0p8f4tmA/TRMJk7VJGdI/AAAAAAAACsY/hHINAlV23Sc/s1600/Jeff-Hardy-jeff-hardy-3793754-624-388.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 249px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_axg0p8f4tmA/TRMJk7VJGdI/AAAAAAAACsY/hHINAlV23Sc/s400/Jeff-Hardy-jeff-hardy-3793754-624-388.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553793295484262866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jeffrey Nero Hardy&lt;/span&gt; makes me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_axg0p8f4tmA/TRMJlAyXUaI/AAAAAAAACsg/llG3o5Yylhw/s1600/logan_lerman_INFphoto_1047087_thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_axg0p8f4tmA/TRMJlAyXUaI/AAAAAAAACsg/llG3o5Yylhw/s400/logan_lerman_INFphoto_1047087_thumb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553793296949006754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Logan Lerman&lt;/span&gt; makes me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_axg0p8f4tmA/TRMJmTc4WnI/AAAAAAAACs4/9Mv36JPhtFA/s1600/tumblr_l41bwfjREY1qbpx6lo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 296px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_axg0p8f4tmA/TRMJmTc4WnI/AAAAAAAACs4/9Mv36JPhtFA/s400/tumblr_l41bwfjREY1qbpx6lo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553793319139039858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Justin Bieber &lt;/span&gt;makes me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_axg0p8f4tmA/TRMJl6QTWEI/AAAAAAAACsw/hlccyRi4p6E/s1600/Torres3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_axg0p8f4tmA/TRMJl6QTWEI/AAAAAAAACsw/hlccyRi4p6E/s400/Torres3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553793312375396418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fernando José Torres Sanz &lt;/span&gt;makes me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They make me happy, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I've got reasons to smile&lt;/span&gt;. So nothing you say and nothing that happens will bring me down or break me up. I'm happy. I wish him all the best. x.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076459861151355812-699944801640131436?l=blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/feeds/699944801640131436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076459861151355812&amp;postID=699944801640131436&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076459861151355812/posts/default/699944801640131436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076459861151355812/posts/default/699944801640131436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/2010/12/what-makes-me-happy.html' title='What makes me happy'/><author><name>Chloe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_axg0p8f4tmA/TTVS_rZZ4NI/AAAAAAAACuE/TPNb3LC0QiY/S220/hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_axg0p8f4tmA/TRMJlmmiE_I/AAAAAAAACso/JumoxcuHUFM/s72-c/yellow_gallery__600x400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076459861151355812.post-6048702324368569757</id><published>2010-12-22T18:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T18:56:37.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Make it or break it</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_axg0p8f4tmA/TRHTQ3hKhDI/AAAAAAAACsQ/p34yYC6EjRs/s1600/SAM_0893.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_axg0p8f4tmA/TRHTQ3hKhDI/AAAAAAAACsQ/p34yYC6EjRs/s400/SAM_0893.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553452102258951218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi I want to insert arrows through my heart. Why? I am a good sister. I told my brother: "You eat first, because later I eat then not enough for you, you eat till you're full" So the dishes were: Campbell Chicken Soup(Which happens to be my favorite), Popcorn chicken, Broccoli and cauliflower, and rice. So after he ate, guess what I'm left with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Half bowl of rice&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;3 spoons of soup(yes I am serious)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2 popcorn chicken&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 broccoli 1 cauliflower&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Okay sad to the max. I finished the food already, but here I am still starving. Sigh, supper later =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_axg0p8f4tmA/TRHTQPNsWdI/AAAAAAAACsI/prtoKjLTPPc/s1600/SAM_0888.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_axg0p8f4tmA/TRHTQPNsWdI/AAAAAAAACsI/prtoKjLTPPc/s400/SAM_0888.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553452091439864274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* 3 more days to Christmas! How do you guys feel about it?! Excited, or not? Hahah. Bet everyone's geared for Present exchanging. Aaaand, how about Secret Santa huh? I bet it'd be fun. To all lovebirds/families/friends those who are celebrating, have lots of fun yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_axg0p8f4tmA/TRHTP0vgyOI/AAAAAAAACsA/2JQiNM6i3Lk/s1600/SAM_0876.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_axg0p8f4tmA/TRHTP0vgyOI/AAAAAAAACsA/2JQiNM6i3Lk/s400/SAM_0876.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553452084333955298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K did I mention? I give my hair a chop. K, more of a snip. Maybe snip when let down and chop when tied up. Like really. New roots! I will take good care of them and ensure they don't dry up. Also also I wish that Torres darl will make a stand on whether he's staying on going, I am damn tensed up about his decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_axg0p8f4tmA/TRHTPl8ed6I/AAAAAAAACr4/7elQ9PfkbYc/s1600/SAM_0874.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_axg0p8f4tmA/TRHTPl8ed6I/AAAAAAAACr4/7elQ9PfkbYc/s400/SAM_0874.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553452080361797538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today is "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Make it or break it&lt;/span&gt;" day for me. Hahah I think is break it. I already anticipated this coming but will still give it a shot. I hope for a reply, actually I think he won't avoid me. Just that his answer will break my heart. Once I get his answer, I will blog about it k?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_axg0p8f4tmA/TRHTPeKcVVI/AAAAAAAACrw/4TwLYgnWu5k/s1600/SAM_0871.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_axg0p8f4tmA/TRHTPeKcVVI/AAAAAAAACrw/4TwLYgnWu5k/s400/SAM_0871.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553452078272894290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow getting my nails done! Aaaand, 25/12/2010 is my Son Star Nero Hardy's birthday and you are all cordially invited to his birthday party. Ha ha tweet me if you want to come. I don't think I am serious about what I am saying. But yeaaaah. This year is coming to an end..... I am preparing for 2011. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Judgement day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X X X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chloe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076459861151355812-6048702324368569757?l=blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/feeds/6048702324368569757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076459861151355812&amp;postID=6048702324368569757&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076459861151355812/posts/default/6048702324368569757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076459861151355812/posts/default/6048702324368569757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/2010/12/make-it-or-break-it.html' title='Make it or break it'/><author><name>Chloe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_axg0p8f4tmA/TTVS_rZZ4NI/AAAAAAAACuE/TPNb3LC0QiY/S220/hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_axg0p8f4tmA/TRHTQ3hKhDI/AAAAAAAACsQ/p34yYC6EjRs/s72-c/SAM_0893.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076459861151355812.post-8085993573692732795</id><published>2010-12-22T17:05:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T17:28:32.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What I should have clarified long ago</title><content type='html'>This post was supposed to be up that very night I left. But I didn't craft it because I didn't give a shit about him anymore. Not about what we were, but I still remained a friends. Personally, I thought we were cool about the friendship. So everything's okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, or more of the whole of yesterday, I was, constantly pestered and irritated. Everyone was posting the same question to me "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who is he attached to?&lt;/span&gt;" Oh waaait, I didn't know I had the look of "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hey come ask me who you wanna know who's attached to who&lt;/span&gt;" Here to clarify things, he is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; attached to me. No no no no no. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am happy with myself&lt;/span&gt;. And whoever he is attached to, is very much none of my business. I don't know and I don't really give a hoot about it. If all of you are so interested in who he's with, I think you guys should direct your doubts and questions to him regardless through phone/mail/facebook. I really don't want to repeat myself again, not anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And talking about this, I get many questions like, "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;what are your views on him being re-attached&lt;/span&gt;?" What thoughts could I have? I'm pretty much happy each and everyone are able to find someone that has mutual feelings for them. So I give them sincere blessings. Yes, definitely there are hundred and thousands of lies he told me. Especially during that 7 months. He said things but didn't do, and taught me that someone like him treasures something expensive compared to something hand-made. K, I will stop. I really would. Because if I go on, man, there are a million things to talk about, and at the same time, I wonder if his stories about his ex were true. So much unhappiness happened but I never once openly talked about it, yet I know he went around doing so many things. I know of them but I need not state. K, zipped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have hereby, clarified this matter thoroughly. I hope no questions to be asked about this issue anymore. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thank you so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076459861151355812-8085993573692732795?l=blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/feeds/8085993573692732795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076459861151355812&amp;postID=8085993573692732795&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076459861151355812/posts/default/8085993573692732795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076459861151355812/posts/default/8085993573692732795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/2010/12/what-i-should-clarified-long-ago.html' title='What I should have clarified long ago'/><author><name>Chloe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_axg0p8f4tmA/TTVS_rZZ4NI/AAAAAAAACuE/TPNb3LC0QiY/S220/hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076459861151355812.post-8316262934480407725</id><published>2010-12-22T00:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T00:56:22.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm not going to lie; about how much the heart hurts or how badly this is tearing me apart. It hurts, and I am awfully torn to bits by it. I can hardly breathe, but no, no emotional hurt is so great that it will kill. So I am still here with shriveled pieces, still alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crap i'll be over it bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076459861151355812-8316262934480407725?l=blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/feeds/8316262934480407725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076459861151355812&amp;postID=8316262934480407725&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076459861151355812/posts/default/8316262934480407725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076459861151355812/posts/default/8316262934480407725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/2010/12/im-not-going-to-lie-about-how-much.html' title=''/><author><name>Chloe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_axg0p8f4tmA/TTVS_rZZ4NI/AAAAAAAACuE/TPNb3LC0QiY/S220/hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076459861151355812.post-3127206780651878698</id><published>2010-12-21T00:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T00:59:12.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TAGGED</title><content type='html'>Tagged by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Miss Angeline! http://swinglingfling.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt; She has nice posts, go read her blog! Add her on facebook and follow her on twitter. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Movie or a series of shows as in episodes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MOVIE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Noodles or Rice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Noodarlsz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Sweet popcorn or salted popcorn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sweet, I like sugar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Outdoors or Indoors?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Indoors:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Would you rather go out with messy hair and nice make-up, or nice hair and no make-up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nice hair no make up, my hair is my baby. I think i look quite okay without make up lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Cats or Dogs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dogs. Cats NO!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Would you rather shave your eyebrows or have your eyelashes fall out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DEFINITELY EYE LASHES FALL OUT HAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Eating fries with fork or just using fingers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fingers easy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) 1 thing you CANNOT leave your house without (other than clothes la wtf) ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mirror mirror on the wall!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Heels or flats?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Flats I feel more comfortable :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) Coke or Pepsi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pepsi!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) Blogging or Twittering?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Haha twitter4lyfe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) Eating or Sleeping?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sleeping I know I am a pig.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) Would you rather go out with a bad haircut or a bad hair colour?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bad hair colour la sia!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) Tomato sauce or Chilli Sauce?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chilli, hot I like. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I had fun with this, did the rest too? hahahaha am I supposed to tag people too? If yes, anyone can do it too! hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;xoxo, thank you bbg fo' this! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076459861151355812-3127206780651878698?l=blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/feeds/3127206780651878698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076459861151355812&amp;postID=3127206780651878698&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076459861151355812/posts/default/3127206780651878698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076459861151355812/posts/default/3127206780651878698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/2010/12/tagged.html' title='TAGGED'/><author><name>Chloe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_axg0p8f4tmA/TTVS_rZZ4NI/AAAAAAAACuE/TPNb3LC0QiY/S220/hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076459861151355812.post-4352018330644884040</id><published>2010-12-20T20:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T20:31:35.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where you want to go</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_0739.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HI. I didn't know what to title the post again..... O.K so yesterday went to many places, cathy/cineleisure/plaza sing/bishan with PIGSY HAHA. She is so cute. My cousin who is getting married next year! Weeets. OK, anw, Not alot also la hor? Lol. So bought myself a few irresistible items from DAISO. =/ I am so angry at myself. I need to revise my scheme of Needs Vs Wants. Okay I remembered... I wanna blog about needs vs wants :) Hehe. What y'all wanna read my blog about? I don't know what to blog sometimes.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_0740.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK let's talk about formspring. Woah so many anonymous-es are asking some ERRRRR LOL questions................. tsk tsk. But no worries I'll entertain all of you. ;) Just keep the questions coming. Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_0741.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See.. aspects of my life...... Family/Life/Studies/Love/Money&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_0742.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family is okay la like usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_0743.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is also okay la like that lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_0775.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studies is like................................ nothing to do right?! Haha. *PRAYING FOR &gt;14*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_0776.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is like......... okay have topic HAHA. I talked a lot to Angie............................................................................................................................... I really really trying one last time okay on the 23rd. :) But kinda happy he ignores me? cus I mean like srsly, friendship with his friends is like no waaaaay. HMMMM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_0777.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money is like............ I AM SAVING MUST SAVE FOR MY WANTS! hahahahah. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_0780.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay AGAIN sorry for the very BROKEN shit english. Apologies.... Follow me on twitter or something like that. Up to you la. K BYE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_0763.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_0793.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Mo' pictures on facebook! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076459861151355812-4352018330644884040?l=blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/feeds/4352018330644884040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076459861151355812&amp;postID=4352018330644884040&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076459861151355812/posts/default/4352018330644884040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076459861151355812/posts/default/4352018330644884040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/2010/12/where-you-want-to-go.html' title='Where you want to go'/><author><name>Chloe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_axg0p8f4tmA/TTVS_rZZ4NI/AAAAAAAACuE/TPNb3LC0QiY/S220/hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076459861151355812.post-6109072183680801780</id><published>2010-12-18T17:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T18:39:35.478+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What should this title be</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_0416.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am pretty sure this was when..... I started "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Skater boy&lt;/span&gt;" Ha ha. I really cannot believe I could wait till now, it has been &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;29 days&lt;/span&gt;..... And I really very slow.... 2 weeks later then express. 1 week later then start the tweeting. So it's day 9 on twitter. I will keep it going. And O.K, if you read my tweets, I said something that goes like "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;4 Feb boy is so cute, OK BYE SKATER BOY&lt;/span&gt;" Ha ha really! 4 feb is extreme cute la. I've shown it to Angie, she agrees too! But no, I am really just KIDDING. I think. Ha ha ha okay la. Enough about the boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_0702.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So 2 days back, my mom said "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you say you're Irritating number 2nd, nobody will say they are 1st&lt;/span&gt;" LOL. OKAY I think this is really&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; karma&lt;/span&gt;. I irritate my mom at home like really sometimes I wonder why I so irritating one! But outside, I always let people irritate. Talking about irritate, the first person that comes to my mind is Sherman. HA. Okay but he's a nice guy la. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/torres2_1159511a.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now who is this you see? Torres darling. Ha ha. Piangz, his hair grow long already, quick go cut! I don't want the center parting you leh! :( You spike hair so handsome. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diao... I really don't know what to title this post leh. Because it's very broken english and also very rojak. Just anyhow only. I blog whatever that comes to my mind. Woah you know hor, actually in the morning, I wanted to blog something EMO. But then now the feeling gone already. -_-" OKAY next time must blog on the spot la. Okay what else...................... OH YA blackshot.... My brother very nice..................... I one day will be a pro ok?! Just wait. HAHA. lai lai team flag match. -_-" Anyway... I prepared Christmas PRezzi3s for Skater boy already! So excited la for 25th to come! It's my Star's 1 year birthday! OMgGz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAhh................... I got topic to blog about seriously. Okay we wait la maybe tomorrow?? Tnight is liverpool against fulham! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;~KOPITES SHALL NEVER WALK ALONE~&lt;/span&gt; Lol. I'mma put my bet on 1-0. Carry faith in them but kinda hard too, they very unpredictable. So who's staying up? TWEET ME/Formspring me. OK? BYE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;p/s: sorry i just didn't felt angmoh-ish, i feel very singaporean tday lulz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X. xoxo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076459861151355812-6109072183680801780?l=blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/feeds/6109072183680801780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076459861151355812&amp;postID=6109072183680801780&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076459861151355812/posts/default/6109072183680801780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076459861151355812/posts/default/6109072183680801780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/2010/12/what-should-this-title-be.html' title='What should this title be'/><author><name>Chloe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_axg0p8f4tmA/TTVS_rZZ4NI/AAAAAAAACuE/TPNb3LC0QiY/S220/hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076459861151355812.post-4100633408251606722</id><published>2010-12-16T12:25:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T17:35:39.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 things to do</title><content type='html'>I've got 2 things I need you readers to help me out in! REAAAADY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st: Click &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=10150102498260376&amp;amp;set=a.10150101381780376.304964.96921045375"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;You'll see my photo yes? Next go to Chic Magazine profile, "LIKE" the page. Then go back to my picture and like it! It is THAAAAT simple! Please help me out and spread it to your friends too okay? Thank you so much love buds! x. Know that if you help me, I know it. I'll help you back in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd: Click &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thesamplestore.sg/r/69447"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and yeah go sign up and be a member of the Sample store. You get free samples and a whole lot of freebies! Find out more yourself okay? I've got to mention this though... this site was recommended to me by &lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://swinglingfling.blogspot.com/"&gt;Angeline&lt;/a&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 things to do! Just simple stuffs! Could y'all do it for me? Yes? Thank you in advance, sweethearts! X. x.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076459861151355812-4100633408251606722?l=blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/feeds/4100633408251606722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076459861151355812&amp;postID=4100633408251606722&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076459861151355812/posts/default/4100633408251606722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076459861151355812/posts/default/4100633408251606722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/2010/12/blog-post.html' title='2 things to do'/><author><name>Chloe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_axg0p8f4tmA/TTVS_rZZ4NI/AAAAAAAACuE/TPNb3LC0QiY/S220/hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076459861151355812.post-374703758378659116</id><published>2010-12-16T00:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T00:45:52.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hand-written</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/pix-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076459861151355812-374703758378659116?l=blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/feeds/374703758378659116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076459861151355812&amp;postID=374703758378659116&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076459861151355812/posts/default/374703758378659116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076459861151355812/posts/default/374703758378659116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/2010/12/hand-written.html' title='Hand-written'/><author><name>Chloe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_axg0p8f4tmA/TTVS_rZZ4NI/AAAAAAAACuE/TPNb3LC0QiY/S220/hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076459861151355812.post-5221388823583612951</id><published>2010-12-12T19:06:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T00:32:52.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be-Jeweled</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Singapore's FIRST EVER Bejeweled 2 Tournament and hell yeaaaah I was part of it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/background-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the first time I entered the website it stated:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Congratulations for moving one step closer to winning the first ever Singapore Bejeweled 2 Tournament.&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Join the tournament now and stand a chance to win $3000  worth of prizes in the grand tournament as well as weekly prizes of $200  worth of games. Plus the opportunity to be featured in MyPaper, STOMP,  Asiaone and RazorTV!&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How to win? Simply play the world famous puzzle game that is  challenging yet easy to play for a shot at fame and fortune!         &lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;I SIMPLY COULDN'T MISS THE CHANCE IN THIS! So...... I registered for it.&lt;/p&gt;So to put it simply, you just play bejeweled for that week and score TOP 3 and you get invited to join in for the Grand Finales! IT IS THAT SIMPLE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND OBVIOUSLY, a gamer like me, I, took part and TOPPED RazorTv(One of the SPH sites- Out of AsiaOne and STOMP) and bagged in 10,000 MCASH which is equivalent to freaking SGD133!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/cats.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha. YEAAAAAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got the invitation and obviously I said YESSSS I am attending. Ok. What are the prizes anyway rightttt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h4&gt;Grand Prize:&lt;/h4&gt;                                         &lt;table border="1" cellpadding="10" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr class="title"&gt;                 &lt;td&gt;Scorer&lt;/td&gt;                 &lt;td&gt;All SPH Sites&lt;/td&gt;               &lt;/tr&gt;                               &lt;tr&gt;                 &lt;td&gt;1&lt;/td&gt;                 &lt;td&gt;SGD 1,000&lt;/td&gt;               &lt;/tr&gt;                               &lt;tr&gt;                 &lt;td&gt;2&lt;/td&gt;                 &lt;td&gt;SGD 500&lt;/td&gt;               &lt;/tr&gt;                               &lt;tr&gt;                 &lt;td&gt;3&lt;/td&gt;                 &lt;td&gt;SGD 300&lt;/td&gt;               &lt;/tr&gt;                              &lt;tr&gt;                 &lt;td&gt;4th - 14th&lt;/td&gt;                 &lt;td&gt;SGD 100 each&lt;/td&gt;               &lt;/tr&gt;                              &lt;tr&gt;                 &lt;td&gt;Best Cheer leader&lt;br /&gt;(from the crowd)&lt;/td&gt;                 &lt;td&gt;SGD 100&lt;/td&gt;               &lt;/tr&gt;                              &lt;tr&gt;                 &lt;td&gt;Best Dresser to the Theme&lt;/td&gt;                 &lt;td&gt;SGD 100&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woah like egg-sighted only la sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah here are the pictures..............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_0626.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_0630.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_0634.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_0639.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_0656.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_0662.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Here's the brochure:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_0666.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_0667.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND while waiting for the results...............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_0672.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_0673.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAND SO...... I WOOOOON! &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THE FIRST EVER BEJEWELED 2's tournament's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BEST DRESSED AWARD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. haha whatcha expect from me? It's me of course, haha no. Joke. I'm absolutely flattered by this win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_0688.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_0677.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_0683.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_0685.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RLLY HAPPY! ^^V Well yes changed into something much comfortable:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_0691.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_0693.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_0696.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAD LJS FOR DINDIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/SAM_0699.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;OVERALL,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; it was a great experience! had lotsaaaa fun. Games and all. Yeah. Hope those who went enjoyed too, and congratulations to all the winners! Definitely, greaaaat awesome thanks to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SPH, ASIAONE, RAZORTV AND STOMP&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;for all the awesome goodies and prizes! :) YOURS TRULY, best dresser(HAHA) signing off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076459861151355812-5221388823583612951?l=blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/feeds/5221388823583612951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076459861151355812&amp;postID=5221388823583612951&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076459861151355812/posts/default/5221388823583612951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076459861151355812/posts/default/5221388823583612951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/2010/12/be-jeweled.html' title='Be-Jeweled'/><author><name>Chloe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_axg0p8f4tmA/TTVS_rZZ4NI/AAAAAAAACuE/TPNb3LC0QiY/S220/hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076459861151355812.post-1578792970626542909</id><published>2010-12-10T20:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T21:05:30.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts</title><content type='html'>I'm not afraid of embarrassments. And I am not just another anonymous who is telling you they like you. I am me. And like what I said on facebook, I don't expect anything, it's okay if you don't like me but you can't stop me from liking you. I am sorry though, if this brings you inconvenience like people asking if I like you. Yeah feelings do fade, so until then, I will like you till you like me back. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076459861151355812-1578792970626542909?l=blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/feeds/1578792970626542909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076459861151355812&amp;postID=1578792970626542909&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076459861151355812/posts/default/1578792970626542909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076459861151355812/posts/default/1578792970626542909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/2010/12/thoughts.html' title='Thoughts'/><author><name>Chloe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_axg0p8f4tmA/TTVS_rZZ4NI/AAAAAAAACuE/TPNb3LC0QiY/S220/hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076459861151355812.post-6689024141233678080</id><published>2010-12-07T16:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T16:25:19.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snack those deals and meet the YOG cubs</title><content type='html'>Sooooo.... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;U Care Back To School Fair 2010 &lt;/span&gt;is here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/BTSFair_mid.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;WHERE?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10 - 12 December 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12 pm - 9pm (Fri - Sat) 12pm - 8pm (Sun)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venue:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Toa Payoh Amphitheatre (Outside Toa Payoh Library)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Be the 1st 200 NTUC Members to present your NTUC Membership cards on 10 Dec @ 5pm to redeem a free goodie bag. Also, get a FREE U Care Notepad(while stocks last) &amp;amp; earn LinkPoints* with every purchase! (*$1 = 1 LinkPoint)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Terms &amp;amp; conditions apply&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;So what special deals do you get?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BATA:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Save up to 20% off school shoes! Plus, buy selected school bags at $9 with any school shoe purchase (while stocks last)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FAIRPRICE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; $5 special stationery pack and others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;POPULAR:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Up to 50% off selected assessment and reference books&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE POINT OPTICAL GROUP:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; $30 off children's frames  (U.P. From $65 onwards)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EVERGREEN STATIONERY:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Save 40% Faber Castell art pack at $15 (U.P $26.46)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PACIFIC BOOKSTORES:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Enjoy savings on selected titles and stationery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PC CONNECT:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Special discounts on selected computer products &amp;amp; accessories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't that sum up a whole lot of extra super fantastic deals?  &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;YES!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 10th Dec:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" style="padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 5px; border-top: 1px solid; padding-top: 5px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(58, 137, 65);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday, 10 December 2010&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td style="padding-bottom: 5px; border-top: 1px solid; padding-left: 5px; padding-top: 5px;"&gt;1.00pm&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="padding-bottom: 5px; border-left: 1px solid rgb(58, 137, 65); border-top: 1px solid; padding-left: 5px; padding-top: 5px;"&gt;Balloon Sculpture&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="padding-bottom: 5px; border-top: 1px solid; padding-left: 5px; padding-top: 5px;"&gt; &lt;td style="padding-bottom: 5px; border-top: 1px solid; padding-left: 5px; padding-top: 5px;"&gt;1.30pm&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="padding-bottom: 5px; border-left: 1px solid rgb(58, 137, 65); border-top: 1px solid; padding-left: 5px; padding-top: 5px;"&gt;U Privileges Trivia&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="padding-bottom: 5px; border-top: 1px solid; padding-left: 5px; padding-top: 5px;"&gt; &lt;td style="padding-bottom: 5px; border-top: 1px solid; padding-left: 5px; padding-top: 5px;"&gt;2.00pm&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="padding-bottom: 5px; border-left: 1px solid rgb(58, 137, 65); border-top: 1px solid; padding-left: 5px; padding-top: 5px;"&gt;BATA Showcase&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="padding-bottom: 5px; border-top: 1px solid; padding-left: 5px; padding-top: 5px;"&gt; &lt;td style="padding-bottom: 5px; border-top: 1px solid; padding-left: 5px; padding-top: 5px;"&gt;2.30pm&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="padding-bottom: 5px; border-left: 1px solid rgb(58, 137, 65); border-top: 1px solid; padding-left: 5px; padding-top: 5px;"&gt;Shoe Lacing Contest&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="padding-bottom: 5px; border-top: 1px solid; padding-left: 5px; padding-top: 5px;"&gt; &lt;td style="padding-bottom: 5px; border-top: 1px solid; padding-left: 5px; padding-top: 5px;"&gt;4.30pm&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="padding-bottom: 5px; border-left: 1px solid rgb(58, 137, 65); border-top: 1px solid; padding-left: 5px; padding-top: 5px;"&gt;Performance by nEbO activists from Music Community&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="padding-bottom: 5px; border-top: 1px solid; padding-left: 5px; padding-top: 5px;"&gt; &lt;td style="padding: 5px; border-top: 1px solid;"&gt;5.00pm&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="padding-bottom: 5px; border-left: 1px solid rgb(58, 137, 65); border-top: 1px solid; padding-left: 5px; padding-top: 5px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Special Programme:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Performance by My First Skool&lt;br /&gt;• Prize Presentation&lt;br /&gt;• Speech&lt;br /&gt;• Cheque Presentation&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="padding-bottom: 5px; border-top: 1px solid; padding-left: 5px; padding-top: 5px;"&gt; &lt;td style="padding-bottom: 5px; border-top: 1px solid; padding-left: 5px; padding-top: 5px;"&gt;6.00pm&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="padding-bottom: 5px; border-left: 1px solid rgb(58, 137, 65); border-top: 1px solid; padding-left: 5px; padding-top: 5px;"&gt;Meet The YOG Team Cubs&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="padding-bottom: 5px; border-top: 1px solid; padding-left: 5px; padding-top: 5px;"&gt; &lt;td style="padding-bottom: 5px; border-top: 1px solid; padding-left: 5px; padding-top: 5px;"&gt;6.30pm&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="padding-bottom: 5px; border-left: 1px solid rgb(58, 137, 65); border-top: 1px solid; padding-left: 5px; padding-top: 5px;"&gt;Magic Show&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="padding-bottom: 5px; border-top: 1px solid; padding-left: 5px; padding-top: 5px;"&gt; &lt;td style="padding-bottom: 5px; border-top: 1px solid; padding-left: 5px; padding-top: 5px;"&gt;7.00pm&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="padding-bottom: 5px; border-left: 1px solid rgb(58, 137, 65); border-top: 1px solid; padding-left: 5px; padding-top: 5px;"&gt;U Privileges Trivia&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="padding-bottom: 5px; border-top: 1px solid; padding-left: 5px; padding-top: 5px;"&gt; &lt;td style="border-bottom: 1px solid rgb(58, 137, 65); padding-bottom: 5px; border-top: 1px solid; padding-left: 5px; padding-top: 5px;"&gt;7.30pm&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="border-bottom: 1px solid rgb(58, 137, 65); padding-bottom: 5px; border-left: 1px solid rgb(58, 137, 65); border-top: 1px solid; padding-left: 5px; padding-top: 5px;"&gt;Best "Eco-Dressed" Contest&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAH LOOK AT THE EXCITING STAGE PROGRAMMES BEING LINED UP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHOE LACING CONTEST!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I am sooooo taking part in that, and all of you should too! AAAAAND, right at 6pm, you'll all get to meet the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;YOG Team cubs&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about the cubs... I decided to vote for... both Jeffrey and Ammirul! Hahaha. I couldn't decide between them both :S yeahhhh good luck to all those taking part okie pokies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonnnna be there this friday! SO yesss hope to see all of YOUUUU there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE FUN!&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076459861151355812-6689024141233678080?l=blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/feeds/6689024141233678080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076459861151355812&amp;postID=6689024141233678080&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076459861151355812/posts/default/6689024141233678080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076459861151355812/posts/default/6689024141233678080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/2010/12/snack-those-deals-and-meet-yog-cubs.html' title='Snack those deals and meet the YOG cubs'/><author><name>Chloe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_axg0p8f4tmA/TTVS_rZZ4NI/AAAAAAAACuE/TPNb3LC0QiY/S220/hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076459861151355812.post-1350004683723522194</id><published>2010-12-06T17:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T17:30:43.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tiny update</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="321" width="452"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.facebook.com/v/1656259960300"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.facebook.com/v/1656259960300" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="321" width="452"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076459861151355812-1350004683723522194?l=blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/feeds/1350004683723522194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076459861151355812&amp;postID=1350004683723522194&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076459861151355812/posts/default/1350004683723522194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076459861151355812/posts/default/1350004683723522194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/2010/12/tiny-update.html' title='Tiny update'/><author><name>Chloe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_axg0p8f4tmA/TTVS_rZZ4NI/AAAAAAAACuE/TPNb3LC0QiY/S220/hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076459861151355812.post-591720428186834046</id><published>2010-12-05T16:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T22:28:16.783+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the dollah kassim award'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ignatius ang'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ammirul emmran'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faris ramli'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cubs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amumanthan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jeffrey lightfoot'/><title type='text'>The Dollah Kassim Award</title><content type='html'>Soooo I thought I would blog about "&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Dollah Kassim Award&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;", which I thought was really encouraging. The winner gets to win The Singapore Pools Passport to Excellence, which includes an overseas training stint with a prestigious football club. That reaaaaally is gonna be huge for any of the boys to win that! But before that, let me introduce the 5 nominees:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o43/cHHl0eE/Picture0234.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;From left:&lt;/span&gt; Ignatius Ang, Ammirul Emmran Mazlan, Jeffrey Lightfoot, Muhammad Faris Ramli and Anumanthan Mohan Kumar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Jeffrey Lightfoot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A commanding central defender blessed with good technique, the 15 year old is the captain of the national Under 15-side that won the bronze medal at the inaugural YOG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet most of you are familiar with him, the one who had himself injured during one of the match, oww to the stitches! :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Muhammad Faris Ramli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faris, 18, announced his arrival on the domestic scene scoring his first S-League goal on his first start for Young Lions against Home United. The tricky winger looks set to play a bigger role for the club next season&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't rlly know him, I don't watch S-league. To those chasing S-League matches, I guess y'all would know him pretty well? o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anumanthan Mohan Kumar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anumanthan is an energetic midfielder with an eye for the penetrative pass. A member of the national under 16 set-up, the 16-year old was recently fast-tracked to the Under-17 side which recently went for a training stint in Perth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HMM... I don't know him either. But he looks more mature than his age, what y'all think? But the way he is being portrayed, he seems pretty good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Ammirul Emmran Mazlan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An all-round central midfielder, Ammirul's box-to-box style of play keeps his side's midfield engine purring. The 15-year old was part of the YOG bronze-winning starting XI and was joint-top scorer for the Cubs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the cubs, they look small on the field :&amp;gt;. Haha okay most ppl look small, but they look extremely small. -___- Okay I can remember him for scoring a header in the Montenegro match if I am not wrong... IT was greaaaaat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt; Ignatius Ang Yu Hen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winger Ignatius Ang, 18, has made his first inroads into the Young Lions team this season, featuring once in the league and also in the Singapore Cup semi-final against Tampines Rovers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know himmmmmm........... Guess he's good otherwise he won't be one of the nominees riggggght!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so why am I blogging about this? yes partly to show how good they are and what a prestigious award this is! But also to introduce TNP contest!(If y'all haven't known yet)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How to take part?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1st step:&lt;/span&gt; Answer the question(which is also BTW counted as a vote) "Who will win the inaugural Dollah Kassim Award?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Jeffrey Lightfoot&lt;br /&gt;2) Muhammad Faris Bin Ramli&lt;br /&gt;3) Anumanthan Mohan Kumar&lt;br /&gt;4) Ammirul Emmran Bin Mazlan&lt;br /&gt;5) Ignatius Ang Yu Heng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2nd Step&lt;/span&gt;: Call &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;1900-914-0801&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3rd Step&lt;/span&gt;: Listen to the question and you will be asked to press 1, 2, 3, 4 or 5, followed by the #key.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4th Step&lt;/span&gt;: Then key in your NRIC and press the #key.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5th Step&lt;/span&gt;: Last but not least, key in your contact number and press the #key.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TADAAAAAH.&lt;/span&gt; You're done! :&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it costs only a whooooping $0.20 for 3 readers who voted the correct winner to stand a chance to win an Apple iPad each, how cooool is that? So &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;closing date is Wed, 8 Dec.&lt;/span&gt; So vote now! winners will be announced on Tues, Dec 14!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So who do you readers think will win? IIIII, am voting for.......... one of da cubs. Because I have watch them played before! But I don't know who I am voting for yet hahahahaha. :&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE FUN! And wish everyone participating Good luck in winning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Credits: Details and information, courtesy of The New Paper :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076459861151355812-591720428186834046?l=blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/feeds/591720428186834046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076459861151355812&amp;postID=591720428186834046&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076459861151355812/posts/default/591720428186834046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076459861151355812/posts/default/591720428186834046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowkissestochloe.blogspot.com/2010/12/dollah-kassim-award.html' title='The Dollah Kassim Award'/><author><name>Chloe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_axg0p8f4tmA/TTVS_rZZ4NI/AAAAAAAACuE/TPNb3LC0QiY/S220/hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
