<?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-5824209014104579430</id><updated>2011-07-31T01:12:39.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sarahLOO!!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahpeachfruitloo-p.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824209014104579430/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahpeachfruitloo-p.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>sarahLOO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11616479965444394435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>46</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5824209014104579430.post-3425616095097409188</id><published>2010-06-24T13:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T13:34:59.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTI3NzM1NzYzNDAwMCZwdD*xMjc3MzU3NjkxOTIxJnA9Mzg2MzYxJmQ9Jm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTEmbz**N2VjNTE2Mjg5NDE*/OTEwODU*MmRhZDlkMDNlNjJmYiZvZj*w.gif" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/cute background/kalynlawl/cute.jpg?o=15" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i195.photobucket.com/albums/z30/kalynlawl/cute.jpg" 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/5824209014104579430-3425616095097409188?l=sarahpeachfruitloo-p.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahpeachfruitloo-p.blogspot.com/feeds/3425616095097409188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahpeachfruitloo-p.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824209014104579430/posts/default/3425616095097409188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824209014104579430/posts/default/3425616095097409188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahpeachfruitloo-p.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>sarahLOO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11616479965444394435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5824209014104579430.post-5575190203658316549</id><published>2010-01-13T21:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T21:34:17.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vmWvxGId0Vk/S03K_A9BUBI/AAAAAAAAAOE/ArZc0v7uQok/s1600-h/necropolis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 492px; height: 164px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vmWvxGId0Vk/S03K_A9BUBI/AAAAAAAAAOE/ArZc0v7uQok/s400/necropolis.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426216309987823634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(how sweet is that.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm down with a fever. Like every school year for the past three years, gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, skipped school today and spent most of it listening to emo songs. And bad singers on American Idol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does ivorywireandpearls.blogspot sound. Peaches get boring fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the ynntng(heh, can't get enough of it) emoey side of me yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5824209014104579430-5575190203658316549?l=sarahpeachfruitloo-p.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahpeachfruitloo-p.blogspot.com/feeds/5575190203658316549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahpeachfruitloo-p.blogspot.com/2010/01/how-sweet-is-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824209014104579430/posts/default/5575190203658316549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824209014104579430/posts/default/5575190203658316549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahpeachfruitloo-p.blogspot.com/2010/01/how-sweet-is-that.html' title=''/><author><name>sarahLOO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11616479965444394435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vmWvxGId0Vk/S03K_A9BUBI/AAAAAAAAAOE/ArZc0v7uQok/s72-c/necropolis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5824209014104579430.post-105524050002566438</id><published>2010-01-11T19:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T20:03:07.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vmWvxGId0Vk/S0sNwDUXmwI/AAAAAAAAAN0/UPDKcKY0mIo/s1600-h/P1030878.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vmWvxGId0Vk/S0sNwDUXmwI/AAAAAAAAAN0/UPDKcKY0mIo/s400/P1030878.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425445295273515778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ORIENTATION WAS FREAKING AWESOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Campfire night! There wasn't really a campfire because it rained halfway and we had to do it in the hall instead): yeah but the treasure hunt and practicing for the skit was funfun. I didn't get to be the gay robber I got the part of some bimbo in a scarf that the hero dude likes hmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha chengcheng and I were sabo-ed by the other people in our group to dance on stage. Would you believe it to Bad Romance. Completely humiliating gosh. We only went up there to get points but we didn't win in the end, sadly. Ah well we got best cheer(: Now shze thinks I sound like chuck/a man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day of school today where there was this ceremony during which our seniors had to pin the badge on our collars. It was supposed to be guy to guy and girl to girl but there weren't enough girls so this really tall guy did for me. Super awkward and I didn't know where to look while he was jamming the pin into my hardhard collar&gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then they just randomly announced "Today will be a short day. School ends at 10:20." -cue massive cheers from student body- Heh I didn't even have lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got assembled into our groups as well and I'm seated in between two awesome girls Claudia and Priscilla yay. There were like five positions on the class commitee and one of them is something to do with welfare. Which I got nominated for and know zilch about hahaha. But I'm happy :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU YNNTNG! DON'T BE STRESSED JUST TRUST AND OBAHEY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5824209014104579430-105524050002566438?l=sarahpeachfruitloo-p.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahpeachfruitloo-p.blogspot.com/feeds/105524050002566438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahpeachfruitloo-p.blogspot.com/2010/01/and-then-they-just-randomly-announced.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824209014104579430/posts/default/105524050002566438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824209014104579430/posts/default/105524050002566438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahpeachfruitloo-p.blogspot.com/2010/01/and-then-they-just-randomly-announced.html' title=''/><author><name>sarahLOO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11616479965444394435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vmWvxGId0Vk/S0sNwDUXmwI/AAAAAAAAAN0/UPDKcKY0mIo/s72-c/P1030878.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5824209014104579430.post-5189721855896015695</id><published>2010-01-06T21:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T21:31:48.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vmWvxGId0Vk/S0SMI6D88SI/AAAAAAAAANs/yrxFguhSTlE/s1600-h/P1030876.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vmWvxGId0Vk/S0SMI6D88SI/AAAAAAAAANs/yrxFguhSTlE/s400/P1030876.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423613935913595170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And the sky's the same as your own, do you think of me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats's me and chengcheng from chong cheng :DDD W&lt;/span&gt;e're in the same orientation group and totally bonded cos we have the shortest skirts and double piercings hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day of orientation was just the seniors screaming like crazy. Oh the millions of cheers we had to learn too, and the hugeass orientation tee in bright orange. There are like twelve girls and three guys in my group we are so not bonded. I thought I wouldn't know anyone but rachelchia and amrit from tps were around! Amrit's in my group heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg I suck at mass dance. Prata man, running man, stepkickman, crossover man? The uniform material is waaay thick and I got sweaty fast. I can't do running man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love my leaders though there's Sarah(!) Tan and Nicholas(!!!) idkwhathissurnameis. Something like Tang or Ting. They acted in this video where macho xXx man falls in love with Jane (oheeoheeooooo) and has to stop a bank robbery. The video was uncompleted so they said we have to make our own video and finish the story. I call dibs on the gay bank robber :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am jgsdaksdfdfjdsk pissed off at the admin woman who said shoes had to be white based. Total waste of a hundred bucks that I blew on Geox trainers): I would have bought new converses instead sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes and I found my dog! He was a thousand miles away at this nursing home and apparently all the maids and grandmas loved him. I don't know what they fed him maaan his poo is green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taaa, real tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5824209014104579430-5189721855896015695?l=sarahpeachfruitloo-p.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahpeachfruitloo-p.blogspot.com/feeds/5189721855896015695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahpeachfruitloo-p.blogspot.com/2010/01/and-skys-same-as-your-own-do-you-think.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824209014104579430/posts/default/5189721855896015695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824209014104579430/posts/default/5189721855896015695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahpeachfruitloo-p.blogspot.com/2010/01/and-skys-same-as-your-own-do-you-think.html' title=''/><author><name>sarahLOO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11616479965444394435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vmWvxGId0Vk/S0SMI6D88SI/AAAAAAAAANs/yrxFguhSTlE/s72-c/P1030876.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5824209014104579430.post-8281250080276588775</id><published>2010-01-01T13:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T13:40:21.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MY DOG IS MISSING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohmybiscuit)):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5824209014104579430-8281250080276588775?l=sarahpeachfruitloo-p.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahpeachfruitloo-p.blogspot.com/feeds/8281250080276588775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahpeachfruitloo-p.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-dog-is-missing-ohmybiscuit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824209014104579430/posts/default/8281250080276588775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824209014104579430/posts/default/8281250080276588775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahpeachfruitloo-p.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-dog-is-missing-ohmybiscuit.html' title=''/><author><name>sarahLOO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11616479965444394435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5824209014104579430.post-8803161051594692566</id><published>2009-12-30T20:03:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T20:42:04.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vmWvxGId0Vk/SztC5J8LGTI/AAAAAAAAANU/Terl5cLEtz4/s1600-h/13979561.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vmWvxGId0Vk/SztC5J8LGTI/AAAAAAAAANU/Terl5cLEtz4/s320/13979561.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421000126158805298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vmWvxGId0Vk/SztCgglIWdI/AAAAAAAAANE/s0sJ_ZY-oy4/s1600-h/2sunlitdays.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vmWvxGId0Vk/SztCgglIWdI/AAAAAAAAANE/s0sJ_ZY-oy4/s320/2sunlitdays.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420999702739442130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vmWvxGId0Vk/SztDFT_WigI/AAAAAAAAANc/BHhhdFbnU2A/s1600-h/1085550.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vmWvxGId0Vk/SztDFT_WigI/AAAAAAAAANc/BHhhdFbnU2A/s320/1085550.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421000335014922754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry about the scary post. Feeling much better now, thanks for the words of comfort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like this holiday is disappearing fast. It's like a rope that I'm clinging on to. Fifteen. I'll be exploring a entirely different environment, and what scares me is that I'll have to let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake me up, when september ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5824209014104579430-8803161051594692566?l=sarahpeachfruitloo-p.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahpeachfruitloo-p.blogspot.com/feeds/8803161051594692566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahpeachfruitloo-p.blogspot.com/2009/12/sorry-about-scary-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824209014104579430/posts/default/8803161051594692566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824209014104579430/posts/default/8803161051594692566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahpeachfruitloo-p.blogspot.com/2009/12/sorry-about-scary-post.html' title=''/><author><name>sarahLOO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11616479965444394435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vmWvxGId0Vk/SztC5J8LGTI/AAAAAAAAANU/Terl5cLEtz4/s72-c/13979561.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5824209014104579430.post-1846422808540584134</id><published>2009-12-28T20:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T21:02:27.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel like I don't know my family any more. And my family doesn't know me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't even carry a conversation with them. Sure, we talk about the usual things, like "How's your day at work?" and crap like that but they are like friends they you've known too long to break up with, but secretly find annoying so you hold them at arm's length.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's my father. A total control freak. Every one of our family friends always ask him to be less involved in my life. When I was in primary school and whenever I wanted to go out, my friends had to beg him. It's the most humiliating thing ever. He agrees to let me and smiles and acts like a relaxed parent. It's when I get home that he corners me, twists words around and asks if I'm out to embarrass him. It's only when I came into secondary school that I learnt to stand up for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother always, always gives in to my father. I always had to fight my own battles. But everyone has an outlet for anger, right? She takes it out on me. Her mood swings can take her  to screaming at me and crying up a fit because I would rather read a book than sit with her at dinner. In every argument, she plays the victim. She's a mastermind at laying guilt traps in her speech. And my tail gets caught every single time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck her for making me cry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5824209014104579430-1846422808540584134?l=sarahpeachfruitloo-p.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahpeachfruitloo-p.blogspot.com/feeds/1846422808540584134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahpeachfruitloo-p.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-feel-like-i-dont-know-my-family-any.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824209014104579430/posts/default/1846422808540584134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824209014104579430/posts/default/1846422808540584134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahpeachfruitloo-p.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-feel-like-i-dont-know-my-family-any.html' title=''/><author><name>sarahLOO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11616479965444394435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5824209014104579430.post-4321986836198211805</id><published>2009-12-17T00:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T01:04:07.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SCREW BLOGGER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;The photo uploader is broken): and yes see my new blogskin! Can't really decide between this or a grey one with black poky dots. Tell me what you think :D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been going crazy over GLEE. It's like the awesomest show on earth. Aaaah kurt makes me want to go all gay-loving again, he can hit a freaking high F. Apparently his name was derived from the sound of music. Bleah, need to watch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;Scary hole in my thumb from pricking myself on a pin. Parents came back at lunchtime to bring me uniform shopping at TJC, which is just dumb because it's five seconds away and I could have gone by myself. So much clothing to buy, polos and pe tees, shorts, the uniform shirt and skirt which was LOOONG. And the shoulders are droopy for me even for the smallest size. Mother will have plenty of alteration to do heh. In primary school my uniform was like the only one that had darts on it. Haha, seamstress talk for the lines you get on the back of shirts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;I like the music on the mint advert. Eclipse probably. She pops a sweet in her mouth and the world is shaded and he turns white. Pretty cool :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WEIRD THINGS WISHLIST!&lt;br /&gt;1. School based hairclips and rubberbands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Ankle socks.&lt;br /&gt;(I just chucked six pairs awaaay)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;3. Pretty nail polish colours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;4. ZIG markers&lt;br /&gt;(I think I lost a record of nine this year):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Lined Notebooks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Earrings&amp;amp; Bracelets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. HGH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;(nah, just kidding. What if I end up with a moustache or something. Or Kevin sideburns)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;8. A dogtag.&lt;br /&gt;(A NORMAL ONE. Please don't get me the a little bit longer one.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Hairbands!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Trust me to get stuck on the tenth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;OH EW I'M WATCHING SURGERY SAVED MY LIFE AND I AM VERY VERY DISTURBED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5824209014104579430-4321986836198211805?l=sarahpeachfruitloo-p.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahpeachfruitloo-p.blogspot.com/feeds/4321986836198211805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahpeachfruitloo-p.blogspot.com/2009/12/screw-blogger.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824209014104579430/posts/default/4321986836198211805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824209014104579430/posts/default/4321986836198211805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahpeachfruitloo-p.blogspot.com/2009/12/screw-blogger.html' title=''/><author><name>sarahLOO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11616479965444394435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5824209014104579430.post-3174341135881593499</id><published>2009-11-09T19:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T20:00:03.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'>streetlights glisten on the boulevard, and make staying awake so hard</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vmWvxGId0Vk/SvgEOQmo2VI/AAAAAAAAAMc/s85cxmDq2Gc/s1600-h/47.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402072396052617554" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vmWvxGId0Vk/SvgEOQmo2VI/AAAAAAAAAMc/s85cxmDq2Gc/s320/47.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The pink stuff around her reminds me of the Spy Kids 2 instant cement. You know, the one the used to trap all the ooglies or something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My posts are getting fewer and far between. And so are the comments on my tagboard D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The super long ago stuff was ROCs and the Sounds of Hope Concert. All I remember was that we played bridge like crap and I lost my shoes so JingJing had to give me hers, bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm Carolling last week. We went to St. Luke's and St. Andrew's hospital and some other old folk's home. Gosh so creepy in the hospitals, there are patients who randomly shout and make weird noises while we sing. Then when we entered the old folk's home, there was this other lady who kept asking for her daughter, even though her daughter had to be at least 40 by now. Everyone barely touched their food too ehmagawd it was like some anaemic alien digested it and regurgitated it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The choir sang the sec four farewell song for Swong WT and I (heh, the choir will be devoid of sarahs next year) while some Sass guy played it on the piano. So sweet, I couldn't stop crying even after the song finished :) and I got the whole choir to write on my left school shoe! The right one will be reserved for the twogeeians on 30 dec to scribble on teehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OOH HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY RUTHIE :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yayers and I got accepted in FLY worship, happy happy. The audition was super scary the whole cell watched even though I think normally no one is allowed haha. Ian chose Amazing Love and My Redemeer Lives, both which weren't too hard to sing, but he played the songs in the key he normally sings in, which is higher than the key I sing in O: so I went all airy and bleh. Hope I get placed with someone like Keith or Joel or Shze Hui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taylor Swift on SNL, Suite Life on Deck, Living the Dream. Just a few things I've been watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles, Imma get some HaloHalo (sp?) leftovers from the party on Sunday. Boiled yam and sweetpotato with jelly cubes, jackfruit and coconut milk mmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 264px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402071522797863138" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vmWvxGId0Vk/SvgDbbeewOI/AAAAAAAAAMU/73k5r74Oo2s/s320/Image.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(Gwen: "Doesn't he look like Wallace from Wallace and Gromit?" HAHA.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/5824209014104579430-3174341135881593499?l=sarahpeachfruitloo-p.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahpeachfruitloo-p.blogspot.com/feeds/3174341135881593499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahpeachfruitloo-p.blogspot.com/2009/11/streetlights-glisten-on-boulevard-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824209014104579430/posts/default/3174341135881593499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824209014104579430/posts/default/3174341135881593499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahpeachfruitloo-p.blogspot.com/2009/11/streetlights-glisten-on-boulevard-and.html' title='streetlights glisten on the boulevard, and make staying awake so hard'/><author><name>sarahLOO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11616479965444394435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vmWvxGId0Vk/SvgEOQmo2VI/AAAAAAAAAMc/s85cxmDq2Gc/s72-c/47.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5824209014104579430.post-7491100308647439395</id><published>2009-10-22T20:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T02:36:22.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#339999;"&gt;WOOHOOHOO~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Watching polo boys while blogging haha above is their theme song cheerthing. I'm really sorry I haven't been posting for the longest time ever and this time there's no excuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been so long so I kinda forgot stuff. Oh yeah, Orchard crawl with SSYSS, piercing ears and Fame! Don't want to go into details yeah you guys probably already posted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday Amadea came over to watch Hannah Montana and I bascially ruined it for her by telling her what happened in the end. Then we went to Abigail Yeo's uncle's pet shop and I bought a doggy bell for me to wear(: Yep then went to her hose for dinner and she tortured me with some lame korean drama. Oh and we watched Another Cinderella Story. My first time watching eww Drew Seely (sp?) Stupid rubbishy ZacEfron rip-off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Slept over at her house and I had to chiong off to choir after lunc because &lt;em&gt;someone &lt;/em&gt;-coughyanntingcough- had told me that choir started one hour earlier than it actually did. I heard about they tried to tie cherry stems in their mouths and only one person managed it. Haha well if there's one person ever suited for this uhmm, unique trick it's Siying :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Life's a climb but the view is great.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second sleepover of the week at Shzeyuin's! Four kites between the eight of us but gosh only one could really fly. After the first five minutes everyone was just watching me doggedly running up and down with the kite. Pretty much exhausted all my energy on the stupid thing and no one else really bothered to try):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Revival at Island Creamery I forgot to bring my wallet so I just ate off Keith's and Daniel's tub of ReversO. We played Taiti and Bridge and Spoons. The losing team (Keith and I) had to eat ice cream off the tub cover with no hands): Super gross my nose was touching it. But Keith suffered more he got to eat it after I licked the cover all over HAHA. Then the guys went home and Lorraine went to Bella's and Claudia's birthday dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swam in her pool from 10.30pm for about two hours I think. About 60 failed jumpshots into the water &gt;&lt;&gt;so I save a few and I keep them in a jar&lt;3) Looking forward to camwhoring and watching Jonas Brothers 3D concert experience on Slim's portable player!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys need to be more appreciative of the Jonas Brothers' Bunce how could they not like it right it's the awesomest video ever. I hate anyone who dislikes Nick GRRR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes watch this! The girl freaks me ouuuuuut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oIr8-f2OWhs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oIr8-f2OWhs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5824209014104579430-7491100308647439395?l=sarahpeachfruitloo-p.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahpeachfruitloo-p.blogspot.com/feeds/7491100308647439395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahpeachfruitloo-p.blogspot.com/2009/10/woohoohoo-watching-polo-boys-while.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824209014104579430/posts/default/7491100308647439395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824209014104579430/posts/default/7491100308647439395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahpeachfruitloo-p.blogspot.com/2009/10/woohoohoo-watching-polo-boys-while.html' title=''/><author><name>sarahLOO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11616479965444394435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5824209014104579430.post-5824715589329096005</id><published>2009-10-11T13:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T14:11:57.017+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet me halfway, right at the borderline?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vmWvxGId0Vk/StFwqphg7UI/AAAAAAAAAL8/lLUJ8vEFdjM/s1600-h/crayons!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 210px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391214106942434626" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vmWvxGId0Vk/StFwqphg7UI/AAAAAAAAAL8/lLUJ8vEFdjM/s320/crayons!.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Whoo halfway through the exams. I'm so psyched for it to be over, ton of things coming up. Second piercings, Sassy sleepover, FLY camp, carolling, KotaKinabalu (sp?) and HAWAII. The land of Nigahiga, Fat Man and Little Boy! If you know what I mean(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess nothing much has happened recently except study sessions and mugmugmugging. Been staying in the house a lot, and this time not by choice D: Math is over and that's my greatest comfort. But oh no physics is going to be a bummer. Combine a boring subject with a boring teacher who has boring clothes (HA. Ralph Lauren overkill) and it just equals BLAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty much forgot about the rest of the week except yesterday. I went for a run at the beach and there was this dance group below the bridge near the lake! They were really good wow but I have no idea how they managed to get down it's kind of dangerous right. Huge crowd of people watching and clapping along, there was this guy videotaping even.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh and Yannting and I were webcaming yesterday. I haven't used it for ages I think the last person I did with was Joshua in the June holidays. Haha the sound was faulty so we wrote on paper and flashed it at the camera, so Taylor Swift heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;CONGRATS JONATHAN, LORRAINE, YI MIN AND VENETIA'S GRANDMA ON BEING BAPTISED!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5824209014104579430-5824715589329096005?l=sarahpeachfruitloo-p.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahpeachfruitloo-p.blogspot.com/feeds/5824715589329096005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahpeachfruitloo-p.blogspot.com/2009/10/meet-me-halfway-right-at-borderline.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824209014104579430/posts/default/5824715589329096005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824209014104579430/posts/default/5824715589329096005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahpeachfruitloo-p.blogspot.com/2009/10/meet-me-halfway-right-at-borderline.html' title='Meet me halfway, right at the borderline?'/><author><name>sarahLOO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11616479965444394435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vmWvxGId0Vk/StFwqphg7UI/AAAAAAAAAL8/lLUJ8vEFdjM/s72-c/crayons!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5824209014104579430.post-6775774539819023987</id><published>2009-10-04T19:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T19:55:54.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'Cause the space between my fingers, are where yours fit perfectly.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vmWvxGId0Vk/SsiII5KEXeI/AAAAAAAAAL0/PMbMrAqJITA/s1600-h/plaster.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 287px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 110px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388706640512179682" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vmWvxGId0Vk/SsiII5KEXeI/AAAAAAAAAL0/PMbMrAqJITA/s400/plaster.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OFF THE CRUTCH OFF THE CRUTCH LIKE OFF THE PILL!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can walk, I can run, I can jumppp! And I'm still working on pointing my toe. Don't rush me. I felt so uberhappy I went running to east coast park in the morning. My parents say that I shouldn't take it too hard so I ran about 3km I think. Then mugmugmug and swimming at my old condo and muffins by the puffin! Yay it don't taste too horrible I think. I just shoved everything into the bowl and went by touch. Like seriously no recipe or measuring at all. After that I went for one more run with my doggy and now I'm pretty exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've kinda finished all my notes. I still can't remember history dates though. Nat says write them out in bright colours, but idk, writing doesn't really do it for me. Says the weird girl who does powerpoints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love&lt;br /&gt;Showed up&lt;br /&gt;At my door&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday&lt;br /&gt;It might sound cheesy&lt;br /&gt;But I wanted her to stay&lt;br /&gt;I fell in love with the pizza girl&lt;br /&gt;Now I eat pizza everyday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(How can you not love the Jonas Brothers. Especially Nick. He's BOOMZ :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5824209014104579430-6775774539819023987?l=sarahpeachfruitloo-p.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahpeachfruitloo-p.blogspot.com/feeds/6775774539819023987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahpeachfruitloo-p.blogspot.com/2009/10/off-crutch-off-crutch-like-off-pill-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824209014104579430/posts/default/6775774539819023987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824209014104579430/posts/default/6775774539819023987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahpeachfruitloo-p.blogspot.com/2009/10/off-crutch-off-crutch-like-off-pill-i.html' title='&apos;Cause the space between my fingers, are where yours fit perfectly.'/><author><name>sarahLOO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11616479965444394435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vmWvxGId0Vk/SsiII5KEXeI/AAAAAAAAAL0/PMbMrAqJITA/s72-c/plaster.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5824209014104579430.post-1630236318847222823</id><published>2009-10-02T22:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T22:29:59.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The light's out, never had this bright a glow.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vmWvxGId0Vk/SsYJ7PD7d0I/AAAAAAAAALs/FnxwFfmwXU8/s1600-h/hugmug.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388004917455320898" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vmWvxGId0Vk/SsYJ7PD7d0I/AAAAAAAAALs/FnxwFfmwXU8/s400/hugmug.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; mmm max brenner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;HEY I'M STILL ALIVE, YOU GUYS ALL GIVE ME A FIVE :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1. I'm too lazy too post properly&lt;br /&gt;2. Besides, it's exams.&lt;br /&gt;3. So I guess I'll declare my first haitus!&lt;br /&gt;4. Though it probably has already begun):&lt;br /&gt;5. I love playing 20 questions though I get really givey-uppy after a while&lt;br /&gt;6. I didn't know you could think of someone dead, like Walt Disney&lt;br /&gt;7. We had really cool stuff for Children's Day!&lt;br /&gt;8. Foodfood and more fooooood&lt;br /&gt;9. I can't study in groups&lt;br /&gt;10. I end up with painted thumbs&lt;br /&gt;11. And getting booked the next day&lt;br /&gt;12. Pretending a saleslady did it didn't help&lt;br /&gt;13. I almost got booked again when I forgot to rub it off the next day&lt;br /&gt;14. I am hooked on JONAS&lt;br /&gt;15. So is Gwen&lt;br /&gt;16. She thinks Nick is BEEYOOTEEFOOOL.&lt;br /&gt;17. I promised her that if they ever come to Singapore I would wear a red wedding gown (if I could find one, if not a normal one will do I don't want to end up looking like Bloody Mary)&lt;br /&gt;18. To their concert and shout "Nick pick this chick!"&lt;br /&gt;19. Or maybe just an old-fashioned "Marry me!" will do&lt;br /&gt;20. And the Jonai will just end up proclaiming in ten years time that they are gay/robots who take over the world/dead&lt;br /&gt;21. I discovered Tony Oller!&lt;br /&gt;22. And that he has a nasal voice when he sings&lt;br /&gt;23. I'm going for an X-ray tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;24. Oooh look it's 24 the sucky show Swong loves&lt;br /&gt;25. Along with LOTR and other weirdies&lt;br /&gt;26. On monday Lorraine and I are going to have a conversation in Elvish in freak everybody out!&lt;br /&gt;27. SARAHLOO THE NERD&lt;br /&gt;29. The cat's out of the bag!&lt;br /&gt;30. The berries are out of the pi!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;GEDDIT PI? PI PIE? TEEHEE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5824209014104579430-1630236318847222823?l=sarahpeachfruitloo-p.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahpeachfruitloo-p.blogspot.com/feeds/1630236318847222823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahpeachfruitloo-p.blogspot.com/2009/10/lights-out-never-had-this-bright-glow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824209014104579430/posts/default/1630236318847222823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824209014104579430/posts/default/1630236318847222823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahpeachfruitloo-p.blogspot.com/2009/10/lights-out-never-had-this-bright-glow.html' title='The light&apos;s out, never had this bright a glow.'/><author><name>sarahLOO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11616479965444394435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vmWvxGId0Vk/SsYJ7PD7d0I/AAAAAAAAALs/FnxwFfmwXU8/s72-c/hugmug.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5824209014104579430.post-3385745859987467090</id><published>2009-09-23T17:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T18:45:06.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>She danced away with stone wings on her feet;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vmWvxGId0Vk/Srny1RrMCzI/AAAAAAAAALk/kUN_HGdnY0A/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 409px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 399px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384601826589674290" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vmWvxGId0Vk/Srny1RrMCzI/AAAAAAAAALk/kUN_HGdnY0A/s400/untitled.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You take a deep breath and you walk through the doors&lt;br /&gt;Its the morning of your very first day&lt;br /&gt;You say hi to your friends you haven't seen in a while&lt;br /&gt;Try and stay out of everybody's way&lt;br /&gt;Its your freshman year and youre gonna be here&lt;br /&gt;For the next four years in this town&lt;br /&gt;Hoping one of those senior boys will wink at you and say&lt;br /&gt;"You know, I havent seen you around before"&lt;br /&gt;Cause when youre fifteen and somebody tells you they love you&lt;br /&gt;Youre gonna believe them&lt;br /&gt;And when you're fifteen&lt;br /&gt;Feeling like there nothing to figure out&lt;br /&gt;Well count to ten, take it in&lt;br /&gt;This is life before who youre gonna be Fifteen&lt;br /&gt;You sit in class next to a redhead named Abigail&lt;br /&gt;And soon enough youre best friends&lt;br /&gt;Laughing at the other girls who think they're so cool&lt;br /&gt;We'll be out of here as soon as we can&lt;br /&gt;And then youre on your very first date and he's got a car&lt;br /&gt;And youre feeling like flying&lt;br /&gt;And youre mommas waiting up and you think hes the one&lt;br /&gt;And you're dancing round your room when the night ends&lt;br /&gt; Cause when youre fifteen and somebody tell you they love you&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna believe them&lt;br /&gt;When youre fifteen and your first kiss&lt;br /&gt;Makes your head spin round but&lt;br /&gt;In your life you'll do greater than dating the boy on the football team&lt;br /&gt;But I didnt know it at fifteen&lt;br /&gt;When all you wanted was to be wanted&lt;br /&gt;Wish you could go back and tell yourself what you know now&lt;br /&gt;Back then I swore I was gonna marry him someday&lt;br /&gt;But I realized some bigger dreams of mine&lt;br /&gt;And Abigail gave everything she had to a boy&lt;br /&gt;Who changed his mind and we both cried&lt;br /&gt;Cause when youre fifteen and somebody tells you they love you&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna believe them&lt;br /&gt;And when you're fifteen, dont forget to look before you fall&lt;br /&gt;Ive found that time can heal most anything&lt;br /&gt;And you just might find who youre supposed to be&lt;br /&gt;I didnt know who I was supposed to be at fifteen&lt;br /&gt;You're very first day&lt;br /&gt;Take a deep breath girl&lt;br /&gt;Take a deep breath as you walk through those doors. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vmWvxGId0Vk/Srnv_XhTztI/AAAAAAAAALc/pJ6zlNAiFwo/s1600-h/2064961263_e25663ec20_t.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5824209014104579430-3385745859987467090?l=sarahpeachfruitloo-p.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahpeachfruitloo-p.blogspot.com/feeds/3385745859987467090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahpeachfruitloo-p.blogspot.com/2009/09/she-danced-away-with-stone-wings-on-her.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824209014104579430/posts/default/3385745859987467090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824209014104579430/posts/default/3385745859987467090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahpeachfruitloo-p.blogspot.com/2009/09/she-danced-away-with-stone-wings-on-her.html' title='She danced away with stone wings on her feet;'/><author><name>sarahLOO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11616479965444394435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vmWvxGId0Vk/Srny1RrMCzI/AAAAAAAAALk/kUN_HGdnY0A/s72-c/untitled.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5824209014104579430.post-9018632675093360063</id><published>2009-09-20T21:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T22:19:37.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Countless lovers under cover of the street;</title><content type='html'>butterfly FLY away at three, SHIMEI WHERE DID YOU GET YOUR CHUCK SHIRT! Oh and the lion on Eliel's shorts. I really don't remember seeing it before hmm/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then dinner at Suntec City at this cool new italian place called Cafeteria. I had Mac and Cheese for the first time heh I was inspired by Joey! Turned out it was penne pasta and cream sauce which was not at all what I expected so I ate only half. There was this super cool dance group doing contemporary to songs like Untouched and the Solider boy song. I think it's called Yaaah! or something like that. I only remember it as Daydeeday because of the video Nigahiga made &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Suntec&lt;/span&gt; is quite a rubbish place. Took me half an hour just to find something suitable for Esther at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;minitoons&lt;/span&gt; gosh the salesman is creepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Don't you want a bigger one?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;''No its okay I want a winking one"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Look I can wink too just as well as the monkey" -SUPER &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;CHEEKOPEH&lt;/span&gt; WINK-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;"..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Church in the morning was such a rush the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mercedes&lt;/span&gt; car key was missing and everyone was just running about the house to find it (except for me, who comfortably dug through the drawers) and it was finally found attached to the BMW key. How stupid. The sermon was about mid-life crises so it was really boring and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Shze&lt;/span&gt;, Tasha and Lorraine were helping me draw in my dead puffin book. Natasha you look nicer with your hair down :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went home and crammed physics and bio for four straight hours so tiring. Mum came back from her turf club event then we went out for dinner at the Esplanade. With my grandma in her wheelchair and me and my crutch we look like a disabled family bah. My parents happened to give me the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;carcass&lt;/span&gt; of the fish head and I speared this round thing the size of a rambutan and I was going to eat it when I realised it was the EYEBALL. I shrieked the restaurant down and the chef came out and she was &lt;u&gt;laughing&lt;/u&gt; at me. Hmph. And then I scooped out some blobby bits that I thought was the skin. I gave it to my mum and she was like "Why did you give me the brain?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm never going to eat curryfish head again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5824209014104579430-9018632675093360063?l=sarahpeachfruitloo-p.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahpeachfruitloo-p.blogspot.com/feeds/9018632675093360063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahpeachfruitloo-p.blogspot.com/2009/09/countless-lovers-under-cover-of-street.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824209014104579430/posts/default/9018632675093360063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824209014104579430/posts/default/9018632675093360063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahpeachfruitloo-p.blogspot.com/2009/09/countless-lovers-under-cover-of-street.html' title='Countless lovers under cover of the street;'/><author><name>sarahLOO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11616479965444394435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5824209014104579430.post-5587364315231529621</id><published>2009-09-18T21:36:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T09:42:09.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sing while the mandolins are playing, a finger on the chord.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vmWvxGId0Vk/SrONKl7xTKI/AAAAAAAAALM/sU_haTJUNC0/s1600-h/puppet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382801192758889634" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vmWvxGId0Vk/SrONKl7xTKI/AAAAAAAAALM/sU_haTJUNC0/s320/puppet.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gosh I'm dead sleepy and tired and I haven't posted in a week. I have hugeee eyebags and my dark eye circles are so bad I look like the panda on the MTM facial ads. I think it's Twilight. Breaking dawn has taken such a toll on my sleep. Why are my sentences so short eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, it's not bad a series. I totally don't get all the hype over it and Edward though. Jasper and Carlisle are way cooler, pfft. And human Bella and vampire Bella are seriously annoying. Although I think I have more than a few scary similarities with her. Coincidence? I think not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. SLEEPTALKS.&lt;br /&gt;2. Cold skin&lt;br /&gt;3. Fair, clear skin?&lt;br /&gt;4. Thinks untanned guys cute&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;5. Dark purplish shadows under eyes&lt;br /&gt;6. Sparkly skin (I'm not kidding. Ask Yann and Gwen)&lt;br /&gt;7. Lamb HAHAHA (I'm Aries. Geddit?)&lt;br /&gt;8. Accident prone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this was the part where I fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, it's Saturday morning and I'm awake ridiculously early for any sane person. I was supposed to have science tuition then when I was wearing my shoes I remembered that the teacher had this sciency fair going on. So my tuition would be pushed to eleven o'clock. Parents were pretty mad at me sigh I think they were planning to go shopping near my tuition centre. Now I'm all on my lonesome with nothing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha the thing with Esther's wink. That sounds like a Friends title :D I think she was talking about The Ugly Truth then all of a sudden she just winked or something. Then now I'm inspired and I keep winking at everybody like Lorraine during her chinese oral and Sarahlim across the room. Ohno that sounds so wrong. I hate Simon Cowell's winks please he's such a cheekopeh. It's scary and subtle. And Yannting was trying to show us how he fold his arms across his moobs randomly on AI and Miss Tham was staring at her O:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YO MY NAME IS JOE. I went to listen somemore and it's awesome. They were so much cuter back then phmph what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Kevin) &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Yo, Joe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(Joe) &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Yo,&lt;br /&gt;          Listen, I'm your best friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;          Open the fridge and eat a chick-en.&lt;br /&gt;          7-11 might be down the street&lt;br /&gt;          Beatboxing with my own two feet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(Kevin) &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;My name is Mustafa&lt;br /&gt;              I'm the king of the land&lt;br /&gt;              I come smack-y with the back of my hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(Joe) &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;THIS iS MAH SONG, GET OUTTA MAH SONG -makes pissed hand swishes-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;HAHAHA GO WATCH.&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/5824209014104579430-5587364315231529621?l=sarahpeachfruitloo-p.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahpeachfruitloo-p.blogspot.com/feeds/5587364315231529621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahpeachfruitloo-p.blogspot.com/2009/09/sing-while-mandolins-are-playing-finger.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824209014104579430/posts/default/5587364315231529621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824209014104579430/posts/default/5587364315231529621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahpeachfruitloo-p.blogspot.com/2009/09/sing-while-mandolins-are-playing-finger.html' title='Sing while the mandolins are playing, a finger on the chord.'/><author><name>sarahLOO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11616479965444394435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vmWvxGId0Vk/SrONKl7xTKI/AAAAAAAAALM/sU_haTJUNC0/s72-c/puppet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5824209014104579430.post-3316634859895413398</id><published>2009-09-10T14:40:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T19:09:16.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We'll turn off all the lights and set this ballroom aglow.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vmWvxGId0Vk/SqigE5zZbRI/AAAAAAAAALE/S8SJ3fyFxjE/s1600-h/panda+ear+buddies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 149px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 211px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379725760990375186" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vmWvxGId0Vk/SqigE5zZbRI/AAAAAAAAALE/S8SJ3fyFxjE/s320/panda+ear+buddies.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; AREN'T THEY THE CUTEST THINGS EVER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I overslept for choir yesterday by like, fifteen minutes but it didn't matter because my octet had to come an hour early and teehee I get allowances. Gwen wasn't singing so she sat with me and we basically gossiped about Gossip Girl and NATENATENATE. Oh then it was Ellissa's birthday and she had booked pizzahut for sixteen people at bukit timah plaza. The office lady loaned me a wheelchair heh my name is all over the borrowing sheet. Yannting wheeled me to the bus stop where we took a handicapped bus. Haha I just realised that that sounds really funny, like the bus is missing a wheel or something. &lt;em&gt;The wheels on the bus go round and round, round and round, round and round..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry. We missed BTP by one stop and when they were wheeling me up the slope the right leg rest fell off. I already broke the left one the last time I borrowed it so it's kind of scraping the floor if you push too hard. I think the lady is going to be seriously pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lasagna that Yannting and I were sharing was the last to come. I think I could have grown a beard and an eleventh toe by the time it came. The waiters were so snooby. That's my new word for snobby. It's like snobby but with an extra O to omg. Anyway then I was trying to make myself cry out of boredom and admiring how my skin shimmers (HAHA YANNTINGGG!). Elissa's grandmother baked this get-diabetes-it's-so-sweet pecan cake that I could not taste any pecaness in. I think that's gramatically wrong. The sentence not the cake, I mean :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Siying and I were late back and we got scolded by Miss Tham(s). And then it turned out Yannting, Maria and Alison were even later back because Yann left her phone on the table. I don't know what punishment they're going to make me do seeing as I can't do squats. Hmm. Weightlifting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mummy picked me up after choir and I had this sudden craving for Paddle Pop and Scott's Emulsion. You know, the spiral rainbow ice cream and the cod liver oil thing. I made her drop at a petrol kiosk but they had neither)): I had a cornetto instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore Idol: The Piano Show 2 was boring me after I watched like, three contestants. Duane, the earring guy with a brother, and the woman who sang JT's What goes around comes around. I cannot stand her hand gestures gahhh so I watched UP instead. I now rank it second on my Most Cried Movies list. The first being Titanic, of course. I think I used about six tissues I was blubbing the entire movie, right through the credits. Then I finished reading Eclipse in the wee hours of the morning. WEE. Heh, don't get me wrong, but I think Eclipse is the best book so far. I probably would have cried if I hadn't emptied my tear sacs already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at nine because I had stupid tuition. Then after that Danielle and I had this long, meaningless chat about how after exercising and eating right you still die. That sounds emo but it's not if you're laughing at how funny it is &gt;&lt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam Young is currently the awesomest singer around. (cough, theotheradamtoo cough) He has a hush puppy face but his tone is like, wow. I  &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Oaynbd-lH8E&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The Saltwater Room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (click!):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I opened my eyes last night and saw you in the low light&lt;br /&gt;Walking down by the bay, on the shore,&lt;br /&gt;Staring up at the planes that aren't there anymore&lt;br /&gt;I was feeling the night grow old and you were looking so cold&lt;br /&gt;Like an introvert, I drew my overshirt&lt;br /&gt;Around my arms and began to shiver violently before&lt;br /&gt;You happened to look and see the tunnels all around me&lt;br /&gt;Running into the dark underground&lt;br /&gt;All the subways around create a great sound&lt;br /&gt;To my motion fatigue: farewell&lt;br /&gt;With your ear to a seashell&lt;br /&gt;You can hear the waves in underwater caves&lt;br /&gt;As if you actually were inside a saltwater room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time together is just never quite enough&lt;br /&gt;When you and I are alone, I've never felt so at home&lt;br /&gt;What will it take to make or break this hint of love?&lt;br /&gt;We need time, only time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we're apart whatever are you thinking of?&lt;br /&gt;If this is what I call home, why does it feel so alone?&lt;br /&gt;So tell me darling, do you wish we'd fall in love?&lt;br /&gt;All the time, all the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe that the crew has gone and wouldn't let me sign on?&lt;br /&gt;All my islands have sunk in the deep,&lt;br /&gt;So I can hardly relax or even oversleep&lt;br /&gt;I feel as if I were home some night&lt;br /&gt;When we count all the ship lights&lt;br /&gt;I guess we'll never know why sparrows love the snow&lt;br /&gt;We'll turn off all of the lights and set this ballroom aglow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5824209014104579430-3316634859895413398?l=sarahpeachfruitloo-p.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahpeachfruitloo-p.blogspot.com/feeds/3316634859895413398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahpeachfruitloo-p.blogspot.com/2009/09/well-turn-off-all-lights-and-set-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824209014104579430/posts/default/3316634859895413398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824209014104579430/posts/default/3316634859895413398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahpeachfruitloo-p.blogspot.com/2009/09/well-turn-off-all-lights-and-set-this.html' title='We&apos;ll turn off all the lights and set this ballroom aglow.'/><author><name>sarahLOO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11616479965444394435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vmWvxGId0Vk/SqigE5zZbRI/AAAAAAAAALE/S8SJ3fyFxjE/s72-c/panda+ear+buddies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5824209014104579430.post-3784725797701751317</id><published>2009-09-06T14:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T16:20:53.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You would not believe your eyes, if ten million fireflies, lit up the world as I fell asleep.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAPPY 14th BIRTHDAY DANIEL AND ESTHER AND DYLAN. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Haha Dylan I know you're not fourteen but let's just leave the heading that way it looks so pretty.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Owmiankle.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctors just love to keep you in suspense. I finally plucked up the courage to unwind my bandage, trying to see the stitches, and there was a plaster. I was too nervous by that time so i just wound the the bandage back. The next day, I painfully pulled the plaster off. You will never believe what I saw. ANOTHER plaster -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love all you guys who have been so nice in helping me do stuff for my ankle. It adores you and promises that it will be good so sloo can buy her own food. Haha oh yeah the wheelie chairs in the dance room! One hour of superspecialawesome fun wheeling around with Keisha, Chloe, Slim and Swong. Races, What is the time Mr. Wolf, and choochootrain :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes. My ankle (or the toes and space uncovered by the bandage above it) is currently henna-ed with the FUGLIEST HENNA IN THE WORLD. I have all my cell members drawn on my toes. Really. A tall one, a beehive hairdo one, a doing-splits one, a tutu-wearing one, a doughnut-with-eyes one, a golf-club-holding-one, a balloon head one, and two blobby ones I cannot remember what they were supposed to be. I think I'm going to bandage the up. Sorry shze, but skin-drawing really isn't your thing :X I do appreciate the Tall Loo you drew on my hand though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;I'm big and white and round, and my back is real hairy, Yes, you guessed it, my name is Drew Carey.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohno too much whose line. I was trying to think of a line with hair and that just came out. Pretty gross actually. I keep chickening out on cutting my hair (my HEAD hair) because I won't be able to braid or do anything funky with it if I do. But people say you look taller with short hair, so idk. And you'll need a fringe to hide under when you're really embaressed, like when swong met glendon in the hallway. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Oh where, Oh where can Nick be?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The debate thing was okaaay. But I never imagined that we would have two hours of just waiting for the teams to prep, so here is the sonnet Swong and I wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Oh nick, my hear is forever waiting&lt;br /&gt;To catch a glimpse of you debating&lt;br /&gt;You look so dashing in your dark blue blazer&lt;br /&gt;You know just what to do to amaze her&lt;br /&gt;At your mention, my heart beats faster&lt;br /&gt;You should know you're the one that I'm after&lt;br /&gt;Your porcelain skin, your fair complexion&lt;br /&gt;You give me butterflies in my midsection&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you are my one true love&lt;br /&gt;As if you were sent from the angels above.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were really bored okay. And Swong did see Nick afterwards. No fair. Muahaha but I'm the one with the glendon photo, although not by choice. Oh did I mention MG won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Because it's your birthday, Hwachong is cool.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle KwokWah picked me up after choir to celebrate Daniel's birthday I was supersuper late. Then we went to pick them up woah the hwachong campus is a million times the size of mg it's so unfair we're tiny even for a normal secondary school. The dinner was at The Majestic, a really cool place with marble toilet floors :D Hahaha it turned out there was no booking because they called the wrong number to make a reservation but I think they let us in because of the pitiful gorl standing in a corner with crutches. Being an handicap has its perks hehe I saw them directing gazes towards me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first course was foie gras which I ABSOLUTELY AM AGAINST EATING. But I ate it anyway and told them afterwards haha it wouldn't have been nice to reject. There was this cross with a wooden head on the top overlooking our table O: so creepy. The giantest sharing of deserts ever, mmm deepfried durian ice cream. Joel had this rum icecream with some squishy thing inside I nearly died when he spooned the whole gloopy mess inside my mouth. Avocado puree and Aloevera pudding too&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M ASHAMED TO SAY THAT TWILIGHT AND NEW MOON HAVE BEEN ENJOYABLE SO FAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Yannting is going to drive me crazy after she sees this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5824209014104579430-3784725797701751317?l=sarahpeachfruitloo-p.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahpeachfruitloo-p.blogspot.com/feeds/3784725797701751317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahpeachfruitloo-p.blogspot.com/2009/09/you-would-not-believe-your-eyes-if-ten.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824209014104579430/posts/default/3784725797701751317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824209014104579430/posts/default/3784725797701751317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahpeachfruitloo-p.blogspot.com/2009/09/you-would-not-believe-your-eyes-if-ten.html' title='You would not believe your eyes, if ten million fireflies, lit up the world as I fell asleep.'/><author><name>sarahLOO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11616479965444394435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5824209014104579430.post-191841892235067815</id><published>2009-09-01T12:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T12:31:35.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waxing rhapsodic.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 274px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 206px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376350284194897282" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vmWvxGId0Vk/SpyiGS2B3YI/AAAAAAAAAK0/wzomnD7luHM/s320/shoes+gauze.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a pun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screw my ankle = screw IN my ankle + stupid ankle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I guess not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S I NEED A BACKPACK NOWWWW D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5824209014104579430-191841892235067815?l=sarahpeachfruitloo-p.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahpeachfruitloo-p.blogspot.com/feeds/191841892235067815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahpeachfruitloo-p.blogspot.com/2009/09/waxing-rhapsodic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824209014104579430/posts/default/191841892235067815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824209014104579430/posts/default/191841892235067815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahpeachfruitloo-p.blogspot.com/2009/09/waxing-rhapsodic.html' title='Waxing rhapsodic.'/><author><name>sarahLOO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11616479965444394435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vmWvxGId0Vk/SpyiGS2B3YI/AAAAAAAAAK0/wzomnD7luHM/s72-c/shoes+gauze.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5824209014104579430.post-7358683458367986487</id><published>2009-08-30T17:01:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T12:21:25.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Staring at the sky, till the brilliant blue burned the backs of her eyes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I HAVE A SCREW IN MY ANKLE. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No kidding. I think it's really funny in a sick way. Like imagine going past the metal detectors at the airport, and the sensor suddenly goes -bleepbleepbleep- and the police suspect I have bullets hidden in my shoe, or something. Like the guy who swallowed nineteen goldfishes and tried to import them. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The operation was foggy. I have no idea what happened. Theoretically, they were supposed to slice my ankle, push all the tendons aside, find the missing fragment of bone and then piece it back with the main one before it pierces my joint. With a screw. I'm grossing myself out now. Okay, &lt;em&gt;before &lt;/em&gt;the op, I was given this really disgusting hospital gown to wear. It feels like a swimming pool, except that the colour is more green than it should be, unless the pool is the cool algae ones you see on TV. I really need to stop making these weird comparisons :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The operating room itself is pretty cool, actually. There are these weird headlamps and heartbeat monitors, then they stick little wires to your neck. With circles of scotchtape. The surgeons were trying to amuse me by prattling on about how I was going to be injected with what doctors around the world now dubbed the 'MJ cocktail' because that's what he used to kill himself. It wasn't very funny. Haha and oh how my hair was really long because they had to use two caps to wrap it up. Whee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I went to 'sleep' quite fast because I was actually really tired. Shuttling from East Shaw to Mount Elizabeth to finally Mount Alvernia. I had my CT scan in Mount E in the doughnut tunnel thing that you see in House or Grey's anatomy. Except they do scandalous stuff while the nurse was just blasting at me through a speaker "STOP FIDGETING THE SCAN IS UNDERWAY!!!" sigh when I was just shivering it was cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to all you guys who prayed for me I really appreciate it(: I love my plush monkey it's so cute it has a navel! And sorry to the Wongs who came to visit and then had to witness me puking out papaya. Ew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh I'm going to be on crutches for the next month or so. And because I'm feeling really emo, I'm going to make a list of stuff I cant do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Usher at the U-14 thing and take a photo with Nick D: (ohmygosh I cannot believe this is the first thing that came to my mind. See Nick? You belong with me&lt;3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.TAKE BUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... I was too depressed to write anymore. But that was yesteday and today the SUN WILL SHINEEEE. TEACHER'S DAY! My mummy fetched me to temasek and unknown people kept eyeing my crutches. Hello Nerissa my ex-bestie you're still the same. The usual stuff, like commenting on how we changed and blahblah. I hate guys and their growth spurts D: Then we went in and Mrs. Lee was like flapping around "Reuben, get Sarah a chair! Sarah, sit here! Does it hurt? You shouldn't have come!" etcetc. Then everyone was trying out my crutches while I sat pretty funny. Ithh harddd okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were all going to tampines mall or something like that but because I couldn't go I bribed Neri, Aralin, ShuQing and Huijin to Wii at my place. Teehee Nerissa walked through the glass wall the last time. We pranked called, had spring rolls, MADE spring rolls in cooking mama, and cammed. Altogether an awesome day&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5824209014104579430-7358683458367986487?l=sarahpeachfruitloo-p.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahpeachfruitloo-p.blogspot.com/feeds/7358683458367986487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahpeachfruitloo-p.blogspot.com/2009/08/staring-at-sky-till-brilliant-blue.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824209014104579430/posts/default/7358683458367986487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824209014104579430/posts/default/7358683458367986487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahpeachfruitloo-p.blogspot.com/2009/08/staring-at-sky-till-brilliant-blue.html' title='Staring at the sky, till the brilliant blue burned the backs of her eyes.'/><author><name>sarahLOO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11616479965444394435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5824209014104579430.post-5951996567777623022</id><published>2009-08-27T21:34:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T21:56:13.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So draw yourself inward, like sand in an hourglass.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 244px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374637762877000290" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vmWvxGId0Vk/SpaMkbyvCmI/AAAAAAAAAKs/NHMzTSmdfyQ/s320/cake.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I SPRAINED MY ANKLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Okay so after math peer tutoring thing yesterday which ended at three, Carol, Chloe and I decided to go to the playground to kill time. So I wiped all the seats with my skirt (O:) &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt; and then we sat in the egg &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;thinggums&lt;/span&gt;. Then I convinced Chloe to stand on this spiral thing and I turned it really quickly so she was spinning like a top. She was pretty mad at me. But she got her revenge later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carol suggested we go to the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;exercise&lt;/span&gt; pit and I don't know, work out? I was running down the slope and then suddenly there was this drain thing at the end that I didn't see and I just &lt;em&gt;splat &lt;/em&gt;on top of it. Which basically means I fell. Klutz)): Hobbled up the stairs to sit on the bench while Chloe went to the general office to tell the teachers. I was all muddy and gross ew. Chloe came back a few minutes later while Carol was getting an ice pack. Haha she was trying to convince me not to go to the general office because there happened to be a lot of teachers there and they would make a big fuss. Like Chuchu and her chest pains. After fifteen minutes with the ice pack I still couldn't walk to Carol deceided to carry me. Wedding-style. So I was going "Put me down! Put me down!" when MISS YANG appeared. It was pretty awkward but she just saw us and WALKED OFF. I didn't know she was so meanish and uncaring pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chloe took a cab home all the way with me awww thanks you and Carol. I owe you guys big time. My papa rushed home and brought me to the bone setter person and OHMYGOSH OW. It hurt like hell and I kept crying so I think he took pity on me. I might have to go again on Saturday but I don't want to DDDDD:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay Shan's going to bring an ankle guard for me tomorrow, quite cool hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5824209014104579430-5951996567777623022?l=sarahpeachfruitloo-p.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahpeachfruitloo-p.blogspot.com/feeds/5951996567777623022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahpeachfruitloo-p.blogspot.com/2009/08/so-draw-yourself-inward-like-sand-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824209014104579430/posts/default/5951996567777623022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824209014104579430/posts/default/5951996567777623022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahpeachfruitloo-p.blogspot.com/2009/08/so-draw-yourself-inward-like-sand-in.html' title='So draw yourself inward, like sand in an hourglass.'/><author><name>sarahLOO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11616479965444394435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vmWvxGId0Vk/SpaMkbyvCmI/AAAAAAAAAKs/NHMzTSmdfyQ/s72-c/cake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5824209014104579430.post-2435487769345683904</id><published>2009-08-21T19:50:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T21:34:17.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Streaming like a silver ribbon through her mind;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vmWvxGId0Vk/So6hsOxexbI/AAAAAAAAAKk/9gt0xH_719k/s1600-h/P1020495.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372409186751530418" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vmWvxGId0Vk/So6hsOxexbI/AAAAAAAAAKk/9gt0xH_719k/s400/P1020495.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; WE THE TAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vmWvxGId0Vk/So6gUJX9vRI/AAAAAAAAAKc/DKfH09YNooo/s1600-h/P1020498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372407673473842450" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vmWvxGId0Vk/So6gUJX9vRI/AAAAAAAAAKc/DKfH09YNooo/s400/P1020498.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; CHEESE, LETTUCE AND SPILLED INK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vmWvxGId0Vk/So6f44DfXiI/AAAAAAAAAKU/OW_LX3xnVXw/s1600-h/P1020503.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372407204968095266" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vmWvxGId0Vk/So6f44DfXiI/AAAAAAAAAKU/OW_LX3xnVXw/s400/P1020503.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;SLIM WEIRD EYE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vmWvxGId0Vk/So6e4hZjDII/AAAAAAAAAKE/CsIRD8snvYI/s1600-h/P1020530.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372406099374967938" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vmWvxGId0Vk/So6e4hZjDII/AAAAAAAAAKE/CsIRD8snvYI/s400/P1020530.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;SWONG WEIRD EYE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;All the westie-centrals to the east woohoo. I'm so happy you guys came over. Sand castles complete with veggie grave and making me a sand tail, camwhoring and throwing wishes into the water are the best&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The SBULOH/NUS thing today! We played I Never on the bus, it was kind of draggy but amusing. Frog leg porridge yaaaay. I was the first to die both times but Yannting nearly died on the second one. I think you're so scandalous O:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos, Mudskippers and blahblah. There was this otter that kept taunting us but it was so cuteeee. The air con was so comfy after being in the sweltering hot sun and getting tanned (D:) that I was falling asleep. I don't think the german tour guide likes me too much. I think the taxiderimised (sp?) animals are way cool especially the stingray and barnacles that feel like scallop. All the photos are in Swong's memory card because mine bailed out on me tsk I'm so pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyelids feel so heavy and I've got to go practice scores for MGS week at CCMC and I have the FPSP thing tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-snooze- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5824209014104579430-2435487769345683904?l=sarahpeachfruitloo-p.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahpeachfruitloo-p.blogspot.com/feeds/2435487769345683904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahpeachfruitloo-p.blogspot.com/2009/08/streaming-like-silver-ribbon-through.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824209014104579430/posts/default/2435487769345683904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824209014104579430/posts/default/2435487769345683904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahpeachfruitloo-p.blogspot.com/2009/08/streaming-like-silver-ribbon-through.html' title='Streaming like a silver ribbon through her mind;'/><author><name>sarahLOO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11616479965444394435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vmWvxGId0Vk/So6hsOxexbI/AAAAAAAAAKk/9gt0xH_719k/s72-c/P1020495.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5824209014104579430.post-4817072687573722892</id><published>2009-08-17T19:52:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T20:15:35.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm falling away, falling away with you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vmWvxGId0Vk/SolImzdEwaI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/1hhggwDR7qY/s1600-h/think2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370903862100410786" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vmWvxGId0Vk/SolImzdEwaI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/1hhggwDR7qY/s320/think2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;We can’t always say&lt;br /&gt;In the cold light of day what’s true&lt;br /&gt;Time may heal your wounds&lt;br /&gt;I’ll see you through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought we’d create&lt;br /&gt;Hearts in a sea of blue&lt;br /&gt;We’d given a date&lt;br /&gt;I said I believed in you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I’m falling away&lt;br /&gt;I’m falling away with you&lt;br /&gt;Time may heal your wounds&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes may fade from view&lt;br /&gt;I’m seeing you through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m torn at the seams&lt;br /&gt;The things that are free&lt;br /&gt;You think that you’re not needed&lt;br /&gt;I feel your pain, it’s alway the same&lt;br /&gt;When its not heeded&lt;br /&gt;Yet here in my soul&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know&lt;br /&gt;I’ll never leave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s nothing to say&lt;br /&gt;No more charades for fools&lt;br /&gt;I came here to stay&lt;br /&gt;I’m falling away with you&lt;br /&gt;I’m falling away&lt;br /&gt;I’m falling away with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time may heal your wounds&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes may fade from view&lt;br /&gt;Time may heal your wounds&lt;br /&gt;I’ll see you through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m falling away&lt;br /&gt;I’m falling away with you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5824209014104579430-4817072687573722892?l=sarahpeachfruitloo-p.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahpeachfruitloo-p.blogspot.com/feeds/4817072687573722892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahpeachfruitloo-p.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-falling-away-falling-away-with-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824209014104579430/posts/default/4817072687573722892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824209014104579430/posts/default/4817072687573722892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahpeachfruitloo-p.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-falling-away-falling-away-with-you.html' title='I&apos;m falling away, falling away with you.'/><author><name>sarahLOO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11616479965444394435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vmWvxGId0Vk/SolImzdEwaI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/1hhggwDR7qY/s72-c/think2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5824209014104579430.post-1196539954521314744</id><published>2009-08-16T16:38:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T21:08:40.011+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This one goes out to you and yours.</title><content type='html'>My type of guy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Do you need him/her to be good looking?&lt;br /&gt;Yeeeesh. Sigh I'm so superficial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Smart?&lt;br /&gt;Normal will do for me. Nerds are OUTOUTOUT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Preferred age?&lt;br /&gt;My age to four years older.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Preferred height?&lt;br /&gt;Any guy who's shorter than me and my preferred age (see above) is a freak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. How about sense of humor?&lt;br /&gt;He has to appreciate my jokes. Now &lt;em&gt;that's&lt;/em&gt; what I call a sense of humor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. How about piercings?&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't mind a few in the ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Accepts you for who you are?&lt;br /&gt;Yuppp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Pink hair?&lt;br /&gt;Hehe like Perez Hilton? I think streaks would be okay. Not the whole head though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Mushy or no?&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Thin or fat?&lt;br /&gt;Neither. In between.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Black, Brown or White (skin color)?&lt;br /&gt;White. Fair guys FTW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Long hair or short hair?&lt;br /&gt;Longg. I don't like prickleheads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Plastic or metal?&lt;br /&gt;Life in plastic, it's fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Smells good?&lt;br /&gt;MMMMM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Smoker?&lt;br /&gt;No way jose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Drinker?&lt;br /&gt;Not the Alchohics Anonymous type. But I would like someone who appreciates liquor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Girl/Boy-next-door type?&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Muscular?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Flabby&lt;/s&gt; Abby?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Plays piano?&lt;br /&gt;Ooo does that remind you of Edward. It's okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Plays bass and/or acoustic guitar?&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Guys who play are usually hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Plays violin?&lt;br /&gt;I think if a guy played the violin for me I would cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Sings very good?&lt;br /&gt;What sort of rubbish grammar is this. Passably. As long as he doesn't sound like the Fat Lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Vain?&lt;br /&gt;:D Sorry but I'd have to say yes. A little?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. With glasses?&lt;br /&gt;Preferably not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. With braces?&lt;br /&gt;Now? Nah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Shy type?&lt;br /&gt;Nononono. I would look like I'm bullying him all the time! I think I said this somewhere before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Rebel or good boy/girl?&lt;br /&gt;Rebel. Haha well he should be crazy enough to do stupid things with me. Like laugh manically in an unknown classroom(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Active or passive?&lt;br /&gt;I don't want an OCD kind of guy or a stone. In between again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Tight or bomb?&lt;br /&gt;Ohmygosh. Does this question mean what I think it means?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Singer or dancer?&lt;br /&gt;Would it be really betrayee to say dancer? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Stunner?&lt;br /&gt;Whee yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Hiphop?&lt;br /&gt;No baggy cargos please. Or bling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Earrings?&lt;br /&gt;Well I already said that I wouldn't mind. What's the point of piercing and not wearing earrings?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Mr/Ms. count-my-ex-girlfriends-until-you-drop?&lt;br /&gt;It would be nice to be his first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Dimples?&lt;br /&gt;Okaaaay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Bookworm?&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, no nerds. But he should enjoy reading books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Mr/Ms. love letter?&lt;br /&gt;(see 21)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Playful?&lt;br /&gt;Definately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Flirt?&lt;br /&gt;Not with girls other than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Poem writer?&lt;br /&gt;(see 21+ 37) Oh man, I think I'm going to cry a lot with my ideal guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Serious?&lt;br /&gt;When he's supposed to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Campus crush?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 That would be romantic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Painter?&lt;br /&gt;Haha like Jack? It's not a priority though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Religious?&lt;br /&gt;Christian, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Someone who likes to tease people?&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't you like to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Computer games geek? Or internet freak?&lt;br /&gt;NO NERDS NO NERDS. A little is okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Speaks 20 languages?&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to marry a linguist. Not unless all the plastic surgeons with pink streaked hair and piercings are taken. HA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Loyal or faithful?&lt;br /&gt;Not doggie-like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Good kisser?&lt;br /&gt;Duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Loves children?&lt;br /&gt;Yep. But not enough to want twenty. I ain't a machine, yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I was kidding about that. But hehe, this was fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5824209014104579430-1196539954521314744?l=sarahpeachfruitloo-p.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahpeachfruitloo-p.blogspot.com/feeds/1196539954521314744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahpeachfruitloo-p.blogspot.com/2009/08/this-one-goes-out-to-you-and-yours.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824209014104579430/posts/default/1196539954521314744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824209014104579430/posts/default/1196539954521314744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahpeachfruitloo-p.blogspot.com/2009/08/this-one-goes-out-to-you-and-yours.html' title='This one goes out to you and yours.'/><author><name>sarahLOO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11616479965444394435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5824209014104579430.post-5635558087404717614</id><published>2009-08-14T16:37:00.024+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T19:18:42.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let love set you free, to flap your pretty wings around, your pretty wings.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vmWvxGId0Vk/SoUmHzMQ9SI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/k-4a6EzDS2I/s1600-h/Balloons2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 156px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 237px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369740046151775522" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vmWvxGId0Vk/SoUmHzMQ9SI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/k-4a6EzDS2I/s400/Balloons2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;History, Math and Lit weren't too bad I guess. Cheer up Shan okay! You're going to do just fine you smart cookie. Go and run but watch your thigh muscle yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha the balloon pump. I think Esther pwned Swong like, fifteen times. You need to be more aware of your surroundings you know. You need the &lt;em&gt;unagi&lt;/em&gt;(nuh-uh, not salmon skin roll.) The thing where you close your eyes and try and guess each other's hands was funnn. I would have thought than Yannting's and mine would be really easy to guess, on account of yann's being real bony and skinny and mine being the smallest. But woah Shan's and mine kept getting mixed up and Swong's and Yann's. Slim you have a distinctly cold hand O:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so after reading &lt;u&gt;The Twilight Companion&lt;/u&gt; which is all about Edward Swong and I have decided to appease Yannting and make her &lt;u&gt;The Twilight Companion: Yannting's guide to Jacob&lt;/u&gt;. Swong and I will alternately post the chapters so watch this space :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, drumroll please, here comes the first chapter: &lt;strong&gt;OHMYGOSH IT'S JACOB!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Editor's note: Due to Swong or I never having read any installment of the Twilight Saga, any incorrect information provided is not our fault. Blame wiki.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Jacob Black? Who's he? A bird, a plane, the MAILMAN? No, Jacob is much cooler than your average superhero. He's muscular, tanned, exotic, oh-so-tall-he-could-lift-you-into-the-sky, sweet, caring, and he'll do anything for the girl he loves, even if it's helping his worst enemy. Not to mention that he's bacon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, sizzling hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other words, he's perfect. Who would prefer this hottie to a milk-skinned, unshaven, creepy eyes that slide sideways like a cheekopeh, scrawny dude who doesn't even own a comb? (See: Edward Cullen) Combs are the absolute basic necessity. I carry three with me everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone knows that friends make the best boyfriends. Jacob's and Bella's relationship begins and blossoms when they find out they are kindred spirits: they love trucks and riding motorcycles, things a guy would be freaked out his sweet, dainty girlfriend enjoys. Bella never does any of her hobbies with Edward, she's constantly having to fear for her life that she doesn't have any time to spare. How do Edward's and Bella's relationship start: school gossip, him looking at her so weirdly that she feels awkward? Seriously, WHAT???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's say you almost get killed twice, and to top that, you try to commit suicide. Plus you're all PMS-y and you get annoyingly emo and whiny. What guy would stick with you through all that? Yes, it's Jacob. Again. For two years, he's stayed beside Bella, never abandoning her(ahemEdwardahem). He &lt;em&gt;understands &lt;/em&gt;that what a girl wants is not to be safe but away from her boyfriend, what a girl truly pines for is a boy that would endure all of life's difficulties with her, to protect her from harm, and to love her for who she is, just the way she loves him back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Breaking Dawn, Jacob returns to attend Bella and Edward's wedding, and though still visibly pained by her decisions, he tells Bella that he wants her to be happy. Woah, is there even a guy who says these kinds of things? It only happens in fairytales, right? Which is why, in the next chapter, &lt;strong&gt;Hey, who's that Chunky Hunky?&lt;/strong&gt; We find out if Taylor Daniel Lautner is as perfect as his character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duh.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(P.S. Yann, I hope I thrashed vampires enough.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5824209014104579430-5635558087404717614?l=sarahpeachfruitloo-p.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahpeachfruitloo-p.blogspot.com/feeds/5635558087404717614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahpeachfruitloo-p.blogspot.com/2009/08/let-love-set-you-free-to-flap-your.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824209014104579430/posts/default/5635558087404717614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824209014104579430/posts/default/5635558087404717614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahpeachfruitloo-p.blogspot.com/2009/08/let-love-set-you-free-to-flap-your.html' title='Let love set you free, to flap your pretty wings around, your pretty wings.'/><author><name>sarahLOO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11616479965444394435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vmWvxGId0Vk/SoUmHzMQ9SI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/k-4a6EzDS2I/s72-c/Balloons2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5824209014104579430.post-7259509529614329370</id><published>2009-08-12T18:05:00.029+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T20:05:08.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let me be your supernova.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 148px; 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HEIGHT: 119px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369022112966913922" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vmWvxGId0Vk/SoKZKlqcL4I/AAAAAAAAAI0/njRScGHT-cQ/s320/P1020405.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 311px; HEIGHT: 171px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369026657868696018" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vmWvxGId0Vk/SoKdTIvdydI/AAAAAAAAAJk/-9lOhnoV6WE/s320/P1020406.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 311px; HEIGHT: 145px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369023412309277970" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vmWvxGId0Vk/SoKaWOFzPRI/AAAAAAAAAJE/SG9J6T8Yxi0/s320/P1020407.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 311px; HEIGHT: 64px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369024153656717778" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vmWvxGId0Vk/SoKbBX0zcdI/AAAAAAAAAJM/1vJrXa5l5M8/s320/P1020408.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 156px; HEIGHT: 147px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369025189353424770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vmWvxGId0Vk/SoKb9qGJB4I/AAAAAAAAAJc/r51M5rEyxIw/s320/P1020410.JPG" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vmWvxGId0Vk/SoKbrqXnc7I/AAAAAAAAAJU/h2XhMPNMnp8/s1600-h/P1020409.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 152px; HEIGHT: 147px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369024880189076402" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vmWvxGId0Vk/SoKbrqXnc7I/AAAAAAAAAJU/h2XhMPNMnp8/s320/P1020409.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Jellyfishes FTW.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;Today was just hazy. You know how it gets hot, then the air starts to thicken and you feel like you're wading through pea soup? (I don't get why it's peas. Wouldn't cream of pumpkin be thicker?) I hate that. It makes you so drowsy, and not even &lt;em&gt;sleepy&lt;/em&gt;, so it's a zombie feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nat's sore throat is smoky. She sounds slutty whatever she says haha. Like I tried to get her to say the most uncouth thing ever "I pick my nose" and she still sounded. Uhmmm. Nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poetry Slam! I don't remember it being as cool as this last year :D And they played really cool songs during each interval, for example ADAM'S NO BOUNDARIES. I don't know what my reaction was but Yann said I curled into a ball on the seat and started whooping? And all you Kris fans were like "Why Adam? He didn't even win! etcetc". All I can say is pnehhh -sticks out tongue-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second section was scary gosh I had no idea what they were talking about. I fell asleep and then I think my head hovered towards Shan's shoulder and she woke me up. The whole thing was kind of psychotic, with the scary dimmed lights and spooky chairs. I was waiting throughout the whole thing for Swong to receive her tennis prize thing but it didn't happen): Oh just as well her hair was nicer in the morning anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to study for history like a good girl byee&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5824209014104579430-7259509529614329370?l=sarahpeachfruitloo-p.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahpeachfruitloo-p.blogspot.com/feeds/7259509529614329370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahpeachfruitloo-p.blogspot.com/2009/08/let-me-be-your-supernova.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824209014104579430/posts/default/7259509529614329370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824209014104579430/posts/default/7259509529614329370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahpeachfruitloo-p.blogspot.com/2009/08/let-me-be-your-supernova.html' title='Let me be your supernova.'/><author><name>sarahLOO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11616479965444394435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vmWvxGId0Vk/SoKVy5xrX7I/AAAAAAAAAIc/c6SmSTwy9B8/s72-c/P1020401.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5824209014104579430.post-4999213968846884895</id><published>2009-08-09T17:51:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T18:10:31.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh my bibambap.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vmWvxGId0Vk/Sn6dfPAkLVI/AAAAAAAAAIU/_-I8lVefyC4/s1600-h/zac-efron-vanessa-hudgens-london-couple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 205px; HEIGHT: 157px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367900965802618194" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vmWvxGId0Vk/Sn6dfPAkLVI/AAAAAAAAAIU/_-I8lVefyC4/s320/zac-efron-vanessa-hudgens-london-couple.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vmWvxGId0Vk/Sn6dT0f4b3I/AAAAAAAAAIM/aO42rBK5fLE/s1600-h/220px-Leonard_Whiting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 204px; HEIGHT: 157px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367900769707650930" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vmWvxGId0Vk/Sn6dT0f4b3I/AAAAAAAAAIM/aO42rBK5fLE/s320/220px-Leonard_Whiting.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's Zac Efron and Leonard Whiting, who is sixty today but seventeen in that picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do they look eerily alike or is that just me? There are tons of photos with him and Olivia Hussey in R&amp;amp; J. Sigh, I won't be able to concentrate (not that I ever did) during LA now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;♥ ♥ ♥&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5824209014104579430-4999213968846884895?l=sarahpeachfruitloo-p.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahpeachfruitloo-p.blogspot.com/feeds/4999213968846884895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahpeachfruitloo-p.blogspot.com/2009/08/oh-my-bibambap.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824209014104579430/posts/default/4999213968846884895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824209014104579430/posts/default/4999213968846884895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahpeachfruitloo-p.blogspot.com/2009/08/oh-my-bibambap.html' title='Oh my bibambap.'/><author><name>sarahLOO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11616479965444394435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vmWvxGId0Vk/Sn6dfPAkLVI/AAAAAAAAAIU/_-I8lVefyC4/s72-c/zac-efron-vanessa-hudgens-london-couple.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5824209014104579430.post-8170552136286143622</id><published>2009-08-08T19:47:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T18:10:55.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The words are changed, but the song is the same, a tired melody.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vmWvxGId0Vk/Sn1qBXpMtoI/AAAAAAAAAHs/oabj3dbDjsY/s1600-h/P1020346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367562902654727810" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vmWvxGId0Vk/Sn1qBXpMtoI/AAAAAAAAAHs/oabj3dbDjsY/s320/P1020346.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; shan so scary O:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vmWvxGId0Vk/Sn1pzRJnVmI/AAAAAAAAAHk/bbZ0ogwdXLA/s1600-h/P1020353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367562660393473634" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vmWvxGId0Vk/Sn1pzRJnVmI/AAAAAAAAAHk/bbZ0ogwdXLA/s320/P1020353.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; bangbang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vmWvxGId0Vk/Sn1pgtLmhuI/AAAAAAAAAHc/PZR0hoMhTtw/s1600-h/P1020362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367562341500487394" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vmWvxGId0Vk/Sn1pgtLmhuI/AAAAAAAAAHc/PZR0hoMhTtw/s320/P1020362.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;blueblack!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vmWvxGId0Vk/Sn1o8PU4STI/AAAAAAAAAHU/CLTTFN9-y6I/s1600-h/P1020391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367561715011045682" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vmWvxGId0Vk/Sn1o8PU4STI/AAAAAAAAAHU/CLTTFN9-y6I/s320/P1020391.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;CHUBBY BUNNY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vmWvxGId0Vk/Sn1oqGGat1I/AAAAAAAAAHM/2LlALdLRTdg/s1600-h/P1020393.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367561403296823122" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vmWvxGId0Vk/Sn1oqGGat1I/AAAAAAAAAHM/2LlALdLRTdg/s320/P1020393.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Puked out marshmallows that look ewww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY KEITH. I pretty much have nothing to say except KEEP ON GROWING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha in celebration I got Lorraine to buy marshmallows to play Chubby Bunny. It's this game where you stuff as many marshmallows as you can and every time to put in one you have to say "chubby bunny". Ewww pretty gross when you guys reach three and above and I can see the slimy whitness spilling out of your mouths. Keith had to say "It's my birthday" instead of chubby bunny but he was pretty lousy. Shzeyuin, Eliel and Lorraine had this big face-off. Who did you think won? The superskinny girl, the 19-year-old NS guy or the girl who claimed she had done six before?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Shzeyuin did with a total of SEVEN. Eliel, you let me down)): videos up on facebook soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;National Day Celebrations :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;Wheee it was pretty fun, I tied two ponytails. Chloe snapped my bra a total of eight times &gt;:( After that the MaoMarx group went and had breakfast at KAP. I don't understand why you guys like big breakfast I've taken a bite or two before and it doesn't taste all that great what. Shan's house for history but we pretty much just gossiped for the first hour. Hahaha swong was trying to teach me this retarded cambodian/ballroom routine. Ohoh JaiHo and Nobody dance DON'T YOU DARE UPLOAD SWONG. Then we did jumpshots on the stairs and it was all pretty messy with hair flying about. I adore your drums Shan even though I suck. After I went home I told my parents about wanting to take up the flute and now I've signed up for yamaha's class in october whippee :D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had family cell at eightish for the last time with this group because I'm joining another. I feel pretty bad but I grew up with the people with the other group, you know? But anyway Shaun started talking to Swong and Yann and JoelLeeon msn haha I was standing at the side watching the whole time. Caleb says Swong looks pretty in her dp woah I thought it was kind of unglam. Swong got really confused and when we all went down for chee kueh she went offline so I didn't bother to explain. I think she's mad at me for making her talk to all these random people now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just remembered that we had this racial harmony skit that I CRIED at. It's not like I intentionally cry, it just pours out. Like today (oops, I mean saturday and this is not about national day) I cried when they played the video about how in seven years or something half the world would be Islamic. That's because the Europeans are giving birth to an average of 1.3 children and the Muslims are giving birth to an average of 18.1. Some guy in charge even said that that was what they intended, so when each country becomes Muslim-dominated they can start intergrating Koran studies into normal high schools. Seriously. And the second video about how this guy who did everything he could for eighteen years to please Allah until one day Jesus spoke to him and he felt so deceived really touched my heart. I was just crying, and crying, and then there was an altar call. You know the song that goes "Jesus I, believe in you, and I would go, to the ends of the earth, for you"? I normally don't go up for altar calls, but the song spoke to me. If I can't even walk up to the stage, how am I supposed to go to the ends of the earth? So I went and Pastor Dave prayed for me, and he said something about letting me really believe in Christ, and not just because I was a born christian. Then I suddenly remembered that just the day before I was asking if everyone felt holy and did their QTs all the time. I was feeling really bad about how I was like just going with the flow of being a christian, and not really believing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing how God answers your prayers so quickly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Daniel Loke came around asking for people to go for the mission trip to the Philipines and I took a form. Sigh, do I go? It's a golden opportunity considering I won't have any holiday homework, but.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighhhhh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5824209014104579430-8170552136286143622?l=sarahpeachfruitloo-p.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahpeachfruitloo-p.blogspot.com/feeds/8170552136286143622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahpeachfruitloo-p.blogspot.com/2009/08/words-are-changed-but-song-is-same.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824209014104579430/posts/default/8170552136286143622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824209014104579430/posts/default/8170552136286143622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahpeachfruitloo-p.blogspot.com/2009/08/words-are-changed-but-song-is-same.html' title='The words are changed, but the song is the same, a tired melody.'/><author><name>sarahLOO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11616479965444394435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vmWvxGId0Vk/Sn1qBXpMtoI/AAAAAAAAAHs/oabj3dbDjsY/s72-c/P1020346.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5824209014104579430.post-7650080844383938203</id><published>2009-08-05T21:03:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T21:54:26.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You put up walls and paint them all a shade of gray.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vmWvxGId0Vk/SnmMpAE38NI/AAAAAAAAAHE/tdeTGR_xwRg/s1600-h/patty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 252px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366475067011625170" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vmWvxGId0Vk/SnmMpAE38NI/AAAAAAAAAHE/tdeTGR_xwRg/s400/patty.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I realised I forgot to wish my dearest chubby hubby &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;YANNTING&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LAI&lt;/span&gt; the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;awesomest&lt;/span&gt; fourteenth birthday ever. To try and make up for that I searched for Twilight/Taylor &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lautner&lt;/span&gt; birthday stuff. I only got Patty so yeah look up D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;You, you're like taking off on Monday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Sorry I have to keep backtracking, but I really can't find the time to post. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ohwells&lt;/span&gt; okay I don't really remember much. Took the bus back with Slim and dropped off at college green because &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Amadea&lt;/span&gt; phoned and said she wanted to see my primary school class photo so she could see her darling Jerome in his adolescent years. Waited for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;SwongWT&lt;/span&gt; and her to arrive in this cab that has a truly scary driver. When I got in he said something like, "Are you a good girl?" I have no idea &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;whatha&lt;/span&gt; was talking about really but he has this &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;HUGEE&lt;/span&gt; mole on his arm. Like my interior designer when I was moving house. They both have moles so hairy they resemble a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;velcro&lt;/span&gt; patch. Dan and I used to call him Joe with the Mole :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Trying to think of a lyric that has Tuesday in it but I can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;Went to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Dunman&lt;/span&gt; High! to receive this &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;boringgg&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;FPSP&lt;/span&gt; lecture. Met &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Shuqing&lt;/span&gt; hello there you haven't changed at all. Sorry you scratched your nose on WILLAMINA THE WEALTHY WISE WOMBAT (aka &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;slim's&lt;/span&gt; birthday pineapple). Hahaha Swong didn't pick up the phone when I called to tell her about the Hwachong guys. Yep I bascially doodled and texted people during the presentation. The funny guy with the funny accent has a receeding hairline that reminds me of chinese men in the olden days. Ohoh and I folded hearts but &lt;em&gt;some people&lt;/em&gt; ripped them to shreds&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; Meanies D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Cos' we're not gonna work, this out tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;HAHAHA THE LAME JOKES TODAY YOU GUYS REALLY MAKE ME LAUGH. That's the only thing I remember, really. Oh the fiasco with Swong's hair and the hairband hey you have mean friends. And the gay guy with the purple coat. Oh yeah the RH GURU~ (makes swishy hand movements).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An exchange student from London came to peek at our choir. I don't think she was too impressed O: and I forgot to bring my scores whoops so I had to do thirty squats. Hahaha Siying was testing everyone on these stupid questions about herself that no one knows the answers to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-sigh-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had the biggest argument with my father ever. I'm &lt;em&gt;not &lt;/em&gt;being rude, okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;You have a way of coming easily to me&lt;br /&gt;And when you take, you take the very best of me&lt;br /&gt;So I start a fight cause I need to feel something&lt;br /&gt;And you do what you want cause I'm not what you wanted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh what a shame, what a rainy ending given to a perfect day&lt;br /&gt;Just walk away, no use defending words that you will never say&lt;br /&gt;And now that I'm sitting here thinking it through&lt;br /&gt;I've never been anywhere cold as you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You put up walls and paint them all a shade of gray&lt;br /&gt;And I stood there loving you and wished them all away&lt;br /&gt;And you come away with a great little story&lt;br /&gt;Of a mess of a dreamer with the nerve to adore you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5824209014104579430-7650080844383938203?l=sarahpeachfruitloo-p.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahpeachfruitloo-p.blogspot.com/feeds/7650080844383938203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahpeachfruitloo-p.blogspot.com/2009/08/you-put-up-walls-and-paint-them-all.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824209014104579430/posts/default/7650080844383938203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824209014104579430/posts/default/7650080844383938203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahpeachfruitloo-p.blogspot.com/2009/08/you-put-up-walls-and-paint-them-all.html' title='You put up walls and paint them all a shade of gray.'/><author><name>sarahLOO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11616479965444394435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vmWvxGId0Vk/SnmMpAE38NI/AAAAAAAAAHE/tdeTGR_xwRg/s72-c/patty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5824209014104579430.post-3176286053521973487</id><published>2009-08-03T20:22:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T20:34:30.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's raining violets.</title><content type='html'>I need to post more regularly, or else I end up with these ultra super long posts. Kind of like this one. Plus I completely forgot tuesday and thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;These are toes swimming in a pool of nacho cheese.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went over to swong's for STOMP. Your mum makes really good pepper rice. OHMYGOSH. Speaking of your mum, I want to make a formal apology. I had no ulterior motives when I typed the wiener bits. Really. It's just my seventeen again/zac obsession. Sorry Mrs. Wong)): Took massive number of videos and reached home at eight-thirty. Parents were convinced that I was out seeing some guy (!!!) and didn't believe me until I showed them my one hot-pink toenail. Phmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Trailblazers of the Future&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what they're calling us, the fifth batch of the Temasek Academy :D Pretty cool, walked over there for this briefing thing. There were about 125 not including parents I think. The talk was pretty boring I basically just talked to Keerthana. Ended about two hours later and I just mooched around, trying to feel the environment. Haha most seem nice but kind of goody-ish. I'm going to paint the campus teehee (as opposed to paint the town).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;CELL(s).&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent most of the morning preparing food for the dinner. Mum then drove Yannting and I over to the beach and we just camwhored like crazy waiting for the rest of my cell to arrive. Then it turns out that they are on the OTHER SIDE OF ECP. Got really pissed at them &gt;: so Yann rented a bike and I rented blades. I really need to learn how to ride a bike. Anyone willing to teach me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took tons of stupid videos and I think my camera is anti-jumshotist. There are so many failed pictures dammit. Then Daniel called and asked us to 'just follow the road till we magically meet'. Can you believe it actually worked. I recognised Nat's shirt hehe. Played some Ninja game and then we asked this teenage guy reading the BIBLE to come take a group photo for us. Woah seventy comments on the gayness of Hwachong guys. Go facebook and see, it's under Blondes vs Blacks. (more on that later)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then everyone else had to return their bikes after we came all the way over the upper east coast side. Took more photos and videos of Sk8er Bois (hehe) with Yann. Dinner at my house oh no we cooked food enough for six more people. Nevermind we had JonSoh to eat it all :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wiied fo the rest of the evening. BLONDS OWN. Keith, Daniel and I were in blondes haha it doesn't make sense right. Then when Dan was losing tried to make him wear a pink butterfly hairclip to be more blonde don't say you can't pin it up I've seen you do it before okay! And Keith why do you carry hairpins around in your pocket. It's not natural.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ended at around ten thirty everyone squished into one car O: Yep then I went to Wii by myself somemore and I got so agitated during Swordplay I whacked the plasma screen. There weren't any scratches phewww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Oh Mister Sun, Sun, Mister Golden Sun.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Church as usual. I haven't ushered in two months and counting D: Shimei wore this pretty salmon coloured dress ('I need more SAHMUNN!'). I agree that Bra looks like a band girl in her vest and British Flag shirt hehe The Beatles FTW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch with Chans + Wongs at AsiaGrand. I cannot believe that I am actually tanner than Dan. Woah. (And for the record I don't like pasty guys!! Don't zac and chace count?) Yay they had mint covered toothpicks. You know the ones that have a green tip on one end? I LOVE THOSE. For christmas you can get me a box of mint covered toothpicks and I'll be happy&lt;3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5824209014104579430-3176286053521973487?l=sarahpeachfruitloo-p.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahpeachfruitloo-p.blogspot.com/feeds/3176286053521973487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahpeachfruitloo-p.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-raining-violets.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824209014104579430/posts/default/3176286053521973487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824209014104579430/posts/default/3176286053521973487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahpeachfruitloo-p.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-raining-violets.html' title='It&apos;s raining violets.'/><author><name>sarahLOO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11616479965444394435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5824209014104579430.post-4343672932428124584</id><published>2009-07-27T19:43:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T21:15:51.154+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Through the looking glass, and staring right back at you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vmWvxGId0Vk/Sm2eeUOxUdI/AAAAAAAAAGs/hXlBAp8KFjg/s1600-h/ehehe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 314px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 235px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363116974932054482" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vmWvxGId0Vk/Sm2eeUOxUdI/AAAAAAAAAGs/hXlBAp8KFjg/s320/ehehe.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vmWvxGId0Vk/Sm2daZPgfjI/AAAAAAAAAGk/4-riKBVjXWk/s1600-h/5571_108233985027_703525027_2315571_5862923_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 312px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 235px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363115808046218802" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vmWvxGId0Vk/Sm2daZPgfjI/AAAAAAAAAGk/4-riKBVjXWk/s320/5571_108233985027_703525027_2315571_5862923_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vmWvxGId0Vk/Sm2cyen9HHI/AAAAAAAAAGc/wJgs5KU9GcA/s1600-h/de3ws2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 312px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 230px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363115122296167538" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vmWvxGId0Vk/Sm2cyen9HHI/AAAAAAAAAGc/wJgs5KU9GcA/s320/de3ws2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vmWvxGId0Vk/Sm2cU0hbTdI/AAAAAAAAAGM/yvaQGLW3tww/s1600-h/hehe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 221px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 319px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363114612778290642" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vmWvxGId0Vk/Sm2cU0hbTdI/AAAAAAAAAGM/yvaQGLW3tww/s400/hehe.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vmWvxGId0Vk/Sm2Z16mfNUI/AAAAAAAAAFk/YleXfaYfJFk/s1600-h/vishnu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 221px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 294px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363111882810930498" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vmWvxGId0Vk/Sm2Z16mfNUI/AAAAAAAAAFk/YleXfaYfJFk/s400/vishnu.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Woah. I haven't posted in almost a week)):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;WEE WEE WEE WEE UM UM O LAI.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was the awesomest ever. Fell asleep during Founder's Day thing, supersuper boring hmph. Went to UDDERS haven't been there in forever and had Mao Shan Wang durian ice cream&lt;3&gt;&lt;p&gt;I didn't really want to blog much because you guys probably already have :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met with Mummy's old stewardess colleagues after that with my chlorine hair. Hahaha I perked up when they said they had sons in RI and SJI, but it was bleah when they showed me the pictures. Only one guy was cute, he's in TJC and his name is Jeremy Seah. Maybe I'll find him when I go next year. Pale green uniform ftw.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;u&gt;Hairy Potty :D&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like it. But WHOOOO TOM FELTON. Shan he's much better than your cleft dude please. And he has a son in Deathly Hallows. I hope his son inherits his hair, it's so white blond and prettaye. When Dumby died I was actually crying for Draco and not him. Teehee. The Snape-being-the-Half-Blood-Prince was really unclear. I thought he was half of the scary things that climbed on Harry when he went to get water, but today Lorraine told me they were dead. Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sunday, sun, shineee.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Church had this racial harmony day thing so I was an Indian in Swong's cambodia scarf and a long skirt. Shze thinks I was more of a wannabe Indian. Some of the girls were in kimonos and all oh no I forgot about mine at home. The guys were quite boringgg except for Nat Ho in this turban arab thing. Learnt how to fold a heart by dismantling Shze's a million times and asking her to fold back so the paper was all soft. I can do it now but I'm not sure if it's correct or not(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for lunch and took off all the Indiany accessories because people were staring at me quite funny hahaha. Afterwards went to Funan Centre and blew a thousand dollars on Wii :DDD Got Cooking Mama World tour, Sports Resort and Raving Rabbits. The guy gave me the cutest raving rabbit puppet ever, it's black and white and fingery. Took ages to install it when we got back home my hand hurt really bad from stuffing the wires and the Numchuk (sp?) into their stupid rubbery thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall post all the stuff that happened today tomorrow, post is going to be too long :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5824209014104579430-4343672932428124584?l=sarahpeachfruitloo-p.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahpeachfruitloo-p.blogspot.com/feeds/4343672932428124584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahpeachfruitloo-p.blogspot.com/2009/07/through-looking-glass-and-staring-right.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824209014104579430/posts/default/4343672932428124584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824209014104579430/posts/default/4343672932428124584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahpeachfruitloo-p.blogspot.com/2009/07/through-looking-glass-and-staring-right.html' title='Through the looking glass, and staring right back at you.'/><author><name>sarahLOO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11616479965444394435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vmWvxGId0Vk/Sm2eeUOxUdI/AAAAAAAAAGs/hXlBAp8KFjg/s72-c/ehehe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5824209014104579430.post-693195398390164301</id><published>2009-07-21T20:55:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T21:50:43.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you're hot then you're cold.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vmWvxGId0Vk/SmW9Gq2VqWI/AAAAAAAAAFc/koDCQbizJnM/s1600-h/penguin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 189px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 246px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360898853733509474" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vmWvxGId0Vk/SmW9Gq2VqWI/AAAAAAAAAFc/koDCQbizJnM/s400/penguin.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (If you really don't get it, the puffin is cold and the iron is hot.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pictures I post usually connect to the title yeah :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got released at eleven today to go through Founder's day rehearsal &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;yipee&lt;/span&gt;. The string ensemble were like, really loud and I think everyone was shouting Splendor of His Holiness. My throat really hurts now, like even before we went through three hours of singing it like, cracked four times in the morning when I was talking. The mikes were no use, I didn't even know they were turned on. We get two bitty silver ones and two black &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;corndog&lt;/span&gt;-looking ones. The &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;corndogs&lt;/span&gt; are quite scary and long, Lee &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Khim's&lt;/span&gt; worried that they will drop on her head &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;. The guitar ensemble song is &lt;em&gt;really &lt;/em&gt;inappropraite, it's like some Latin song that just makes you feel that its for a couple tangoing with a rose in their mouths. Plus that guy that you see on the wrapper of Mister Potato wearing a sombero. He should be playing those piano harmonica thinggums that you can pull. Okay I'm going offtrack moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ohoh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;wheee&lt;/span&gt; fundraising &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;committee&lt;/span&gt;! I love this kind of stuff but I'm not too sure who the other four are. Or is it five? Miss &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tham&lt;/span&gt; proposes selling these &lt;em&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;gorgeous&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;badges that have a different musical note printed on it in various colours. Hmmm, I think I'll buy loads and trade them for other people's school badges(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was funfunfun. Read Yannting's super trashy &lt;em&gt;Perfect Chemistry &lt;/em&gt;during physics, math and chinese hehe. Chinese was just Keisha and I talking crap and doodling on Yann's 100 PLUS bottle. Hahaha quite funny first I changed it to PUUS and then Keisha cancelled the P and added a T. So it became 100% LUST. Passed it to Swong who was pretty amused and then to Yann who rolled her eyes and was all "Mixed Primary School people, sigh." Then LaoShi saw the bottle and confiscated it omg was still laughing away and couldn't stop. I feel sorry for her she really can't control us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short post my korean drama is on byebye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5824209014104579430-693195398390164301?l=sarahpeachfruitloo-p.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahpeachfruitloo-p.blogspot.com/feeds/693195398390164301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahpeachfruitloo-p.blogspot.com/2009/07/youre-hot-then-youre-cold.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824209014104579430/posts/default/693195398390164301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824209014104579430/posts/default/693195398390164301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahpeachfruitloo-p.blogspot.com/2009/07/youre-hot-then-youre-cold.html' title='you&apos;re hot then you&apos;re cold.'/><author><name>sarahLOO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11616479965444394435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vmWvxGId0Vk/SmW9Gq2VqWI/AAAAAAAAAFc/koDCQbizJnM/s72-c/penguin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5824209014104579430.post-2541975328700630229</id><published>2009-07-19T12:37:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T15:12:18.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Close your eyes and dream for miles.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vmWvxGId0Vk/SmLBsuRvEgI/AAAAAAAAAFU/bE_OEJqFPjs/s1600-h/P1020181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 310px; height: 233px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vmWvxGId0Vk/SmLBsuRvEgI/AAAAAAAAAFU/bE_OEJqFPjs/s400/P1020181.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360059480605135362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;biscuit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vmWvxGId0Vk/SmLBkalebgI/AAAAAAAAAFM/BbOGpbfrRvA/s1600-h/P1020184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 310px; height: 232px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vmWvxGId0Vk/SmLBkalebgI/AAAAAAAAAFM/BbOGpbfrRvA/s400/P1020184.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360059337880268290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;iSqueeze :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vmWvxGId0Vk/SmLA8J7Q53I/AAAAAAAAAE8/NCNR5LF2f_U/s1600-h/P1020182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 310px; height: 233px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vmWvxGId0Vk/SmLA8J7Q53I/AAAAAAAAAE8/NCNR5LF2f_U/s400/P1020182.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360058646213486450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the cubed sweetpotato and yam!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vmWvxGId0Vk/SmK_W164rTI/AAAAAAAAAEM/rJUT-7yR3-8/s1600-h/P1020185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 310px; height: 234px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vmWvxGId0Vk/SmK_W164rTI/AAAAAAAAAEM/rJUT-7yR3-8/s400/P1020185.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360056905676401970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;boilboilboil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; pissed yesterday &gt;: Grandma complained about some ache so I had to leave this potluck- party thing and CANCEL HARRY POTTER TICKETS. They didn't even give a refund pffft. And today I had to miss my ushering meeting because whole family had to stay home and take care of her. Damnnnnnn. That means I won't be ushering at all this whole month. I think the service coordinator is pretty mad at me.  Plus then I was supposed to have lunch with the Chans and the Wongs and collect my Dunman and HCI badge DDD: Ohwells I know it's not her fault but I can't help being really mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parents felt bad so they went to buy grated coconut and yam and sweet potato to make BOBOCHACHA! Was fun and quite tiring my knuckles were popping every time I squeezed the grated coconut to make milk. I don't know why they call it milk, it doesn't have anything to do with dairy. It's one hundred percent veggie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teehee I cut my hair. No one can tell whyyy it feels really different. Two and a half inches off the back and my fringe is kinda poofy and yet flat. Idk. It was supposed to be a lot shorter, like shoulder length but I backed out halfway&gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched the video about youths and the budget hahaha GG! He's the only singlishy one. And the RI Benjamin guy &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I knit"&lt;/span&gt; :D:D:D. NicholasQuah giggles and he's got this high voice and I find him really sissy yet cute. OHNOOOO. I'd rather have bad taste(Archu, George Sampson) than find gay guys appealing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohyeah, it was ChaceCrawford's birthday yesterday happy 24th Nate(: Sigh. I think he's the only FYR who's straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can’t believe I fell in love with someone that wears more makeup than me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;-You're so gay&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Katy Perry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5824209014104579430-2541975328700630229?l=sarahpeachfruitloo-p.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahpeachfruitloo-p.blogspot.com/feeds/2541975328700630229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahpeachfruitloo-p.blogspot.com/2009/07/close-your-eyes-and-dream-for-miles.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824209014104579430/posts/default/2541975328700630229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824209014104579430/posts/default/2541975328700630229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahpeachfruitloo-p.blogspot.com/2009/07/close-your-eyes-and-dream-for-miles.html' title='Close your eyes and dream for miles.'/><author><name>sarahLOO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11616479965444394435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vmWvxGId0Vk/SmLBsuRvEgI/AAAAAAAAAFU/bE_OEJqFPjs/s72-c/P1020181.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5824209014104579430.post-7133109973484173379</id><published>2009-07-16T19:53:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T13:51:36.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'>With you I'd dance a storm in my best dress fearless.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vmWvxGId0Vk/Sl8qMm-p0oI/AAAAAAAAAEE/_xwb3w6pN8w/s1600-h/dance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 249px; height: 186px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vmWvxGId0Vk/Sl8qMm-p0oI/AAAAAAAAAEE/_xwb3w6pN8w/s400/dance.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359048477704311426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HI HOW ARE YOU. HOTGUY POST MENTION ALERT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was awesome ShootShagMarry the funniest game ever :D It's so funny how our choices differ. Like the individual one where Shan got Nathan Hartono, Dai Yang Tian and Paul Twohill. I would have gladly shot paul and i'm guessing that yann would have too. But NOOOOOO &gt;&lt; Can you guys not be mean to Shane or I'll bite. No Sampson Chins allowed. Hahaha I'm telling you guys that Adam is bi, not gay. (cross my fingers) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chinese test bleah I think I screwed it up real bad &gt;: And then I had to stay back for this Math tutoring thing which actually turned out quite funnn. Am I the most hardworking tutee ever or what. I love Chloe and her family. Especially her brother &lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PE today with the OM classes. Slim got hives ohmy I get goosepimples on myface and my fuzz fuzzes up just by looking at it. Tried to drink from her thermos through the wire fence with Swong pouring. Didn't even spill a drop as compared to the immense puddle that Yannting created. Teehee I own :D Really embarrassing the lotus thing bleah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physics was ZZZ. Passed notes the whole lesson ohmy I just realised that I only really did work in Math. WOWWOWWEEWOW. Oh and apparently I mumble to myself when I'm in that void inbetween daydreaming and sleeping. Ahhh can you imagine how much I must talk when I'm really asleep)):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday tuition was hottt I couldn't breathe in that stupid mask they made me wear. OHOH with the Chris Daughtry triangular beard drawn on by Yannting. They should really make holes in them. Like a sieve to trap all the germs but let in the cool, sweet air. Went for dinner afterwards at the beach and fell in love with the night sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you have a Band-Aid? Because I just scraped my knee falling for you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty ending here(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5824209014104579430-7133109973484173379?l=sarahpeachfruitloo-p.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahpeachfruitloo-p.blogspot.com/feeds/7133109973484173379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahpeachfruitloo-p.blogspot.com/2009/07/with-you-id-dance-storm-in-my-best.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824209014104579430/posts/default/7133109973484173379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824209014104579430/posts/default/7133109973484173379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahpeachfruitloo-p.blogspot.com/2009/07/with-you-id-dance-storm-in-my-best.html' title='With you I&apos;d dance a storm in my best dress fearless.'/><author><name>sarahLOO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11616479965444394435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vmWvxGId0Vk/Sl8qMm-p0oI/AAAAAAAAAEE/_xwb3w6pN8w/s72-c/dance.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5824209014104579430.post-4900384785252778548</id><published>2009-07-14T12:15:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T12:27:02.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot sweat and blurry eyes, we're spinning on a roller coaster ride.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vmWvxGId0Vk/SlwG5lfj0ZI/AAAAAAAAAD8/YZA_eVrvxRo/s1600-h/640726700_982390c566_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vmWvxGId0Vk/SlwG5lfj0ZI/AAAAAAAAAD8/YZA_eVrvxRo/s400/640726700_982390c566_m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358165243050840466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SCHOOL TOMORROW :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I used to be love drunk, but now I'm hungover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I love you forever, now I'm sober&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We used to kiss all night, now it's just a barfight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So don't call me  crying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Say hello then goodbye (okay!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&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/5824209014104579430-4900384785252778548?l=sarahpeachfruitloo-p.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahpeachfruitloo-p.blogspot.com/feeds/4900384785252778548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahpeachfruitloo-p.blogspot.com/2009/07/hot-sweat-and-blurry-eyes-were-spinning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824209014104579430/posts/default/4900384785252778548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824209014104579430/posts/default/4900384785252778548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahpeachfruitloo-p.blogspot.com/2009/07/hot-sweat-and-blurry-eyes-were-spinning.html' title='Hot sweat and blurry eyes, we&apos;re spinning on a roller coaster ride.'/><author><name>sarahLOO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11616479965444394435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vmWvxGId0Vk/SlwG5lfj0ZI/AAAAAAAAAD8/YZA_eVrvxRo/s72-c/640726700_982390c566_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5824209014104579430.post-4553069695853826051</id><published>2009-07-10T13:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T14:39:14.461+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost for love and lost for air.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vmWvxGId0Vk/Slbfsg_zvsI/AAAAAAAAADs/vWtrf_0-ddc/s1600-h/hands.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 202px; height: 190px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vmWvxGId0Vk/Slbfsg_zvsI/AAAAAAAAADs/vWtrf_0-ddc/s400/hands.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356714762668588738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whee I just installed ColourfulTabs on my Mozzie. No wait that makes it sound like a mosquito or something. I mean Mozilla Firefox. So now I have rainbow tabs yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus I never noticed that when I highlight the words, it turns hot pink. That's quite cool. Hahaha everyone's getting so excited about nigahiga now you guys are a bit slow huh. And you thought that swong and I were nerds when we started reciting about the triple nerd handshake and the ninja glare :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm reeeeeally bored. Playing basejumping and sushi go round ohmy never noticed that the people only have four fingers until Shan told me. It's quite freaky. Plus they're long and skinny so it's not like there's not enough space for the big thumb. Or the little thumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Friends loads, Ross is my favourite&lt;3 He's like the cute pathetic loser who's also blur yet quite successful. I don't like Monica she's so whiny and all omg I didn't know she used to be fat hehe she should have stayed like that. Hahaha the one with Ross' inappropriate song that's like my favourite season nine people go watch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rachel: "Has your girlfriend got the butt?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ross(shaking butt): "Shake it, shake it, shake it..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rachel: "Shake that nasty butt!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-the rest of the gang comes in and they all go O.O at them-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love friends :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5824209014104579430-4553069695853826051?l=sarahpeachfruitloo-p.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahpeachfruitloo-p.blogspot.com/feeds/4553069695853826051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahpeachfruitloo-p.blogspot.com/2009/07/lost-for-love-and-lost-for-air.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824209014104579430/posts/default/4553069695853826051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824209014104579430/posts/default/4553069695853826051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahpeachfruitloo-p.blogspot.com/2009/07/lost-for-love-and-lost-for-air.html' title='Lost for love and lost for air.'/><author><name>sarahLOO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11616479965444394435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vmWvxGId0Vk/Slbfsg_zvsI/AAAAAAAAADs/vWtrf_0-ddc/s72-c/hands.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5824209014104579430.post-3943541773457853498</id><published>2009-07-09T13:12:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T14:32:39.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little black butterflies, deep inside me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vmWvxGId0Vk/SlbgUof82-I/AAAAAAAAAD0/mD910zELFys/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vmWvxGId0Vk/SlbgUof82-I/AAAAAAAAAD0/mD910zELFys/s400/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356715451877219298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what happens when &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sloo&lt;/span&gt; is bored:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I googled and yahooed ':D' and ':)' and nothing came up. The net really needs to develop a sense of humor. Not even '(:' had any results. Pffft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does no one think that the phrase 'noodles in soup' is funny? That's probably the correct way to put it but &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;kopitiam&lt;/span&gt; uncles just go 'soup noodle' or 'soupy noodle'. Which makes you wonder about hollow noodles filled with soup. Kind of like a straw. Except that no one uses straws to drink soup. Or do they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm falling in love with Chris &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Daughtry's&lt;/span&gt; triangular beard. It's so cool and street I WANT IT. Maybe my peach fuzz will darken and I can steal my father's lemon and lime shaving foam to coax it &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;into&lt;/span&gt; that perfect &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;isosceles&lt;/span&gt;. Would you believe they even have citrus shaving foam now. Maybe they'll invent something like grape nail polish next. Oh wait, they already did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do beans clunk or splat? They're big enough to clunk against each other. Bananas splat. Beans clunk. I don't know what I'm talking about :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-moment of insane madness passes-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept the whole day yesterday, really. Reached 39.4 &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;omg&lt;/span&gt; was really &lt;em&gt;burning up&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Teehee&lt;/span&gt;. I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;hallucinated&lt;/span&gt; because of some chemical reaction between &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TamiFlu&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Klacid&lt;/span&gt; has but only a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;supersmall&lt;/span&gt; percentage of freaks respond to. Yup, freak here -waves hand- &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hahaha&lt;/span&gt; I'm not going to say something like "I saw THE LIGHT" or whatever crap but I did see some bright spirals and there was this humming noise in my ear. And I lost my vision for a while. It was like my eyes were open but I could only see black. Like the inside of my eyelids. Which are probably peach coloured but anyway. I think it's pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finished Swong's trashy book "How Opal Metha Got Kissed, Got Wild and Got a Life". That's one mouthful of a book title. I really can't find the princess diaries bits that the author supposed lifted and got sued for. And she's so annoying and pathetic and has a boyfriend with a middle name of Phineas. Is that supposed to be funny because trust me, I've heard of funnier middle names. (see earlier post)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised that I kind of jump to different topics randomly in one post. Kind of how I actually talk in real life. And kind of how I'm going to end. Like about now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I feel weird today. &gt;&lt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5824209014104579430-3943541773457853498?l=sarahpeachfruitloo-p.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahpeachfruitloo-p.blogspot.com/feeds/3943541773457853498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahpeachfruitloo-p.blogspot.com/2009/07/little-black-butterflies-deep-inside-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824209014104579430/posts/default/3943541773457853498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824209014104579430/posts/default/3943541773457853498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahpeachfruitloo-p.blogspot.com/2009/07/little-black-butterflies-deep-inside-me.html' title='Little black butterflies, deep inside me.'/><author><name>sarahLOO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11616479965444394435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vmWvxGId0Vk/SlbgUof82-I/AAAAAAAAAD0/mD910zELFys/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5824209014104579430.post-1991509407128739900</id><published>2009-07-07T19:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T14:23:18.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'>spin your lying web alone, spin it on someone new.</title><content type='html'>I have fever and cough and sore throat and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;floo&lt;/span&gt; and a headache D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to watch &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;transformers&lt;/span&gt; on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;saturday&lt;/span&gt;. I know i'&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt; quite late :X It's an okay show I guess, I cried buckets (as usual) and spilled something (as usual). The two dogs doing --- to each other, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ew&lt;/span&gt;, that's just gross. Not even funny. Hands off my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;zdae&lt;/span&gt;, Megan! You've already got &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Shia&lt;/span&gt; D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt; went to the awesome new church on Sunday. They had enough &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;ushers&lt;/span&gt; so i did temperature check with the cute gun-like thingy and pasted orange stickers on them. I think orange is a mind-block colour. When you hand them the sticker, people just stare blankly at them and have that look that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;swong&lt;/span&gt; always has. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;. Maybe she wears too much orange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;swong&lt;/span&gt;. I went to the doctor's yesterday morning by myself and spent half an hour staring at Martha Stewart and Rachael Ray garnish halved melons with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;EVOO&lt;/span&gt;. Then I saw this Ocular Cases poster on the doctor's door and there was this child with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;swong&lt;/span&gt; eyes. I asked &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; doctor about it and he said that it's called a squint(&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sp&lt;/span&gt;?) and that if it isn't corrected by surgery soon the person will have a lazy eye. O: Go see your doctor &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sarah&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whee my father says he will buy me a Cartier watch if I get into &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;temasek&lt;/span&gt; :D We went to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;taka&lt;/span&gt; to check out the women's watches and they were on the second floor, so we had to take the lift up. My father &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;accidentally&lt;/span&gt; pressed the alarm bell and the whole lift started making these screechy noises and wouldn't stop. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Omg&lt;/span&gt; damn &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;embarrassing&lt;/span&gt; all the people were staring at us :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just watched &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Slumdog&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Millionaire&lt;/span&gt;. I don't like it, it's kind of draggy and predictable. Or maybe it's just my fever-induced haze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really can't understand why people love Fred. He's just this spastic child with a speeded-up voice and all he does is give you a headache. Same with Smosh. They have these really weird films with good video quality and at the start they tell you to shut up. What did I say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shane Dawson is hot but he's way too vulgar. I love Shananay though :D Nigahiga is the coolest yeah if you don't know him HAVE YOU BEEN LIVING UNDER A ROCK!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Yo WASSUP! My name is R-Dizzle-Fo-Shizzle-My-Nizzle-Off-The-Hizzle-Drizzle."&lt;br /&gt;"Yo yo yo wassup. My name is..... Mike."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teehee :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5824209014104579430-1991509407128739900?l=sarahpeachfruitloo-p.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahpeachfruitloo-p.blogspot.com/feeds/1991509407128739900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahpeachfruitloo-p.blogspot.com/2009/07/spin-your-lying-web-alone-spin-it-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824209014104579430/posts/default/1991509407128739900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824209014104579430/posts/default/1991509407128739900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahpeachfruitloo-p.blogspot.com/2009/07/spin-your-lying-web-alone-spin-it-on.html' title='spin your lying web alone, spin it on someone new.'/><author><name>sarahLOO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11616479965444394435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5824209014104579430.post-8805620123859233163</id><published>2009-07-03T17:44:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T18:48:35.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall out of your mind, out of your fantasy;</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;OHMYGOODNESS&lt;/span&gt; PEOPLE. Megan Fox and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Zac&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Efron&lt;/span&gt; were spotted on a date!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO. FREAKING. WAY &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;DDDDD&lt;/span&gt;: I think what Keisha said to me today was true. I like guys that are gay/rumored to be gay/dating some &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tranny&lt;/span&gt; which still equals gay?? Plus SHE'S OLDER THAN HIM. And &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sarahs&lt;/span&gt;, don't even try telling me it's the year of the cougar. I don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want to like, go join a tribe and live in a jungle and scream among the plants. At least ferns are asexual. But tribal women don't even wear clothes and and I would die without lip balm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-after fifteen minutes of shallow breathing-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was pretty fun. Watching Esther and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Yannting&lt;/span&gt; try to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lipsynch&lt;/span&gt; to each other across the classroom was hilarious &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sarahlim&lt;/span&gt; was like just staring really hard at all the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;superobvious&lt;/span&gt; clues I was giving. Went to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;KFC&lt;/span&gt; with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Yann&lt;/span&gt; to meet &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Shan&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bukit&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Timah&lt;/span&gt; Plaza for the second time ever(: ordered a large mountain dew. Which I didn't expect to be so... large. I'm telling you it's green not yellow! Hmph. Really missed you &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Shan&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Shen&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;teehee&lt;/span&gt;) &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;yay&lt;/span&gt; I love trading gossip. Cabbed home and mugged till ten then watched the u-ping-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dao&lt;/span&gt; show and fell asleep halfway &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;texting&lt;/span&gt; people. Sorry guys :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Todaeeee&lt;/span&gt;. Got wrinkles and a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;botox&lt;/span&gt; appointment trying to figure out Black Magic, this &lt;em&gt;annoying &lt;/em&gt;riddle-game that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Swong&lt;/span&gt; never seems to run out of. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hahaha&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_27" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Shan's&lt;/span&gt; hair was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_28" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ubercool&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_29" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt; she &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_30" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;shoud&lt;/span&gt; have left it with the twin puffs sticking out of her head. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_31" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Swong&lt;/span&gt; you can't tie hair for nuts!I'm still undecided as to cut my hair or leave it, it's two inches short of my elbow now. I'll miss my sag &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_32" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;. I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_33" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; won't cut bangs :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people have the weirdest middle names ever. Like Lindsay Dee &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_34" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lohan&lt;/span&gt; and Ross Eustace &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_35" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Gellar&lt;/span&gt;. Wonder how they could make fun of Chandler Muriel Bing and and not THAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_36" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hahaha&lt;/span&gt; I really don't feel like posting about the interview but all I can say is that I hate my name. "Which &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_37" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sarah&lt;/span&gt; are you? The &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_38" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sim&lt;/span&gt; or the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_39" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;yeo&lt;/span&gt; one?" "Neither."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(P.S. Mad World is the numberone song in sg right now :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So fall out of my hands&lt;br /&gt;Out of my heart&lt;br /&gt;And when you hit the ground,&lt;br /&gt;You'll be sorry that I'm not around&lt;br /&gt;I will watch you out,&lt;br /&gt;Fall out of your mind&lt;br /&gt;Out of your fantasy&lt;br /&gt;When you hit the ground, think of me&lt;br /&gt;I'll be on the top just watching you fall&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5824209014104579430-8805620123859233163?l=sarahpeachfruitloo-p.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahpeachfruitloo-p.blogspot.com/feeds/8805620123859233163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahpeachfruitloo-p.blogspot.com/2009/07/fall-out-of-your-mind-out-of-your.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824209014104579430/posts/default/8805620123859233163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824209014104579430/posts/default/8805620123859233163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahpeachfruitloo-p.blogspot.com/2009/07/fall-out-of-your-mind-out-of-your.html' title='Fall out of your mind, out of your fantasy;'/><author><name>sarahLOO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11616479965444394435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5824209014104579430.post-123464785033028505</id><published>2009-06-30T21:42:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T22:19:26.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just take a bite (one bite), let me shake up your world.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oooh there was the TJC interview but I don't feel like blogging about that now. Maybe tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never realised how uber-awesome &lt;strong&gt;Cobra Starship&lt;/strong&gt; was. Hehe, Gabe Saporta is pretty cute in the 'Good girls go bad' music video :D SAPORTA! Like supporter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Touch my hand' by &lt;strong&gt;ol'choo&lt;/strong&gt; was running through my head the whole day. Which is superrr annoying because I don't even like it that much. Plus it's way cheesy. And yannting trying to sing JoBros does not help distract me. Like the 'Are you Tuts-ed?" quiz that swong did on facebook but she only realised it was based on 'Tuts my Barrehh' afer she completed the whole thing. I think she lives for weird quizzes and tormenting people with stupid mind games. And for hating DOTA. Apparently I'm betraying my own gender when I said I kind of liked it. Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day of school was boring. Although my temperature keeps getting lower. Like today I got 35.7 and 35.9. And in TJC, when they measured it using this gun-thingy, I got 'Lo' three times. I still didn't get a temperature in the end but the security guard got pissed after asking me to rub my forehead with a tissue twice which apparently makes it warmer. Huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed ushering and the new church opening because my parents came back from Thailand and they didn't want to infect the church D: I really wanted to go, but ohwells. Lorraine's only going for one Apologetics session or something. Hahaha I don't think I even signed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UHMMM. I RESOLVE TO PERFECT MY 'SINGLE LADIES' DANCE. Bye :D&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/5824209014104579430-123464785033028505?l=sarahpeachfruitloo-p.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahpeachfruitloo-p.blogspot.com/feeds/123464785033028505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahpeachfruitloo-p.blogspot.com/2009/06/just-take-bite-one-bite-let-me-shake-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824209014104579430/posts/default/123464785033028505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824209014104579430/posts/default/123464785033028505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahpeachfruitloo-p.blogspot.com/2009/06/just-take-bite-one-bite-let-me-shake-up.html' title='Just take a bite (one bite), let me shake up your world.'/><author><name>sarahLOO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11616479965444394435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5824209014104579430.post-5894004860096358487</id><published>2009-06-23T20:51:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T15:53:50.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you're the perfect picture to fit my frame of mind,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vmWvxGId0Vk/SkHbVpZn4uI/AAAAAAAAADE/nLV8YmfLqh0/s1600-h/P1020165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350798997229920994" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vmWvxGId0Vk/SkHbVpZn4uI/AAAAAAAAADE/nLV8YmfLqh0/s320/P1020165.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;READ THE SHIRT: TEAM JACOB!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vmWvxGId0Vk/SkGQCljMS9I/AAAAAAAAACc/9v0euCFMwnI/s1600-h/P1020164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350716206406716370" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vmWvxGId0Vk/SkGQCljMS9I/AAAAAAAAACc/9v0euCFMwnI/s320/P1020164.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vmWvxGId0Vk/SkDXuEqEetI/AAAAAAAAABs/iJbHXCyqgcg/s1600-h/P1020168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350513543840299730" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vmWvxGId0Vk/SkDXuEqEetI/AAAAAAAAABs/iJbHXCyqgcg/s320/P1020168.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; zdae R.I.P ))):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vmWvxGId0Vk/SkDUrgC0WNI/AAAAAAAAABk/0knww4CG8Rg/s1600-h/wh"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350510201117366482" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vmWvxGId0Vk/SkDUrgC0WNI/AAAAAAAAABk/0knww4CG8Rg/s320/wh" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Photo courtesy of Jeremy :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5824209014104579430-5894004860096358487?l=sarahpeachfruitloo-p.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahpeachfruitloo-p.blogspot.com/feeds/5894004860096358487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahpeachfruitloo-p.blogspot.com/2009/06/youre-perfect-picture-to-fit-my-frame.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824209014104579430/posts/default/5894004860096358487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824209014104579430/posts/default/5894004860096358487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahpeachfruitloo-p.blogspot.com/2009/06/youre-perfect-picture-to-fit-my-frame.html' title='you&apos;re the perfect picture to fit my frame of mind,'/><author><name>sarahLOO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11616479965444394435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vmWvxGId0Vk/SkHbVpZn4uI/AAAAAAAAADE/nLV8YmfLqh0/s72-c/P1020165.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5824209014104579430.post-5353095231024324280</id><published>2009-06-23T10:47:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T11:23:19.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been around the world in the pouring rain, feeling out of place, feeling strange.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vmWvxGId0Vk/SkBGdky2ntI/AAAAAAAAAA8/lOgs64GvN3c/s1600-h/DSC00353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 109px; HEIGHT: 98px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350353831223271122" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vmWvxGId0Vk/SkBGdky2ntI/AAAAAAAAAA8/lOgs64GvN3c/s200/DSC00353.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vmWvxGId0Vk/SkBF21nwVhI/AAAAAAAAAA0/WxwOUhgs1Nk/s1600-h/P1010938.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 113px; HEIGHT: 97px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350353165725226514" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vmWvxGId0Vk/SkBF21nwVhI/AAAAAAAAAA0/WxwOUhgs1Nk/s200/P1010938.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vmWvxGId0Vk/SkBFWdDuz2I/AAAAAAAAAAk/2qLxFKjI2KY/s1600-h/P1010922.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 117px; HEIGHT: 97px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350352609375866722" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vmWvxGId0Vk/SkBFWdDuz2I/AAAAAAAAAAk/2qLxFKjI2KY/s200/P1010922.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hahaha I took those photos in amsterdam. So funny right :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yep, that's all. Will blog some more later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5824209014104579430-5353095231024324280?l=sarahpeachfruitloo-p.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahpeachfruitloo-p.blogspot.com/feeds/5353095231024324280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahpeachfruitloo-p.blogspot.com/2009/06/ive-been-around-world-in-pouring-rain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824209014104579430/posts/default/5353095231024324280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824209014104579430/posts/default/5353095231024324280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahpeachfruitloo-p.blogspot.com/2009/06/ive-been-around-world-in-pouring-rain.html' title='I&apos;ve been around the world in the pouring rain, feeling out of place, feeling strange.'/><author><name>sarahLOO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11616479965444394435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vmWvxGId0Vk/SkBGdky2ntI/AAAAAAAAAA8/lOgs64GvN3c/s72-c/DSC00353.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5824209014104579430.post-5725310859969447617</id><published>2009-06-22T19:38:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T20:53:16.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the siren screams, a roll call, of all the suburban dreams.</title><content type='html'>I'm not going to post much over the next week. Gah, I detest homework))):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Zdae is all wilted and brown! It's probably due to the loss of his loved one, Azalea/ZaZa. Awww can you say so sweet and romantic &lt;3&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Apparently Jesse, Nate Archibald and Bobby Bama are dead too. Notice that everyone's fern except miss-i-dont-like-hot-guys' fern is male. Go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHH I HAD THIS WHOLE CHUNK HERE ABOUT FATHER'S DAY BUT BLOGGER SCREWED AND I DON'T WANNA TYPE AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea how to end a post so I'll just say the pet shop boys &lt;em&gt;suck.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmph.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5824209014104579430-5725310859969447617?l=sarahpeachfruitloo-p.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahpeachfruitloo-p.blogspot.com/feeds/5725310859969447617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahpeachfruitloo-p.blogspot.com/2009/06/siren-screams-roll-call-of-all-suburban.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824209014104579430/posts/default/5725310859969447617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824209014104579430/posts/default/5725310859969447617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahpeachfruitloo-p.blogspot.com/2009/06/siren-screams-roll-call-of-all-suburban.html' title='the siren screams, a roll call, of all the suburban dreams.'/><author><name>sarahLOO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11616479965444394435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5824209014104579430.post-675154821485041693</id><published>2009-06-21T14:57:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T22:20:09.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'>changes, in the seasons, it's just what's required.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;HAS ANYONE HEARD ADAM'S NEW(OLD?) SINGLE 'WANT'? It's like the awesomest ever, it makes me want to cry. I know everything makes me want to cry, but still :D:D:D Wheeee I realised that I mention him in all my posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;November, not much to remember, you were not inside.&lt;br /&gt;December, change of the weather, you were by my side.&lt;br /&gt;Love, is all we want, love,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love, is all we need,&lt;br /&gt;Love, is all we really want.&lt;br /&gt;No matter, how the day goes,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know you're close by.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't find the lyrics, so this is my interpetation. Don't blame me if it's wrong, this is the girl who thought 'Apologise' was 'Call The Guys'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yeah it's too late, to call the guys,&lt;br /&gt;It's too late (eh, eh, eh)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, sounds like Ryan Tedder got into an argument with his homies or is gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oookay back to friday!&lt;br /&gt;Spent loads at bugis and far east :D Got my fedora and awesome orange accessory. Yup, simply shopped for the whole day until my feet were killing me. Then chionged to meet with the family cell at macdonald's for dinner and bowling. I wear size 34 hehe. Wilson completely owned me but his orange ball kept getting stuck, like three times and the poor person had to go behind the pins and pick it out :/ Played till eleven was damn tired and my feet hurt like hell. I have veins sticking out now shucks no more ballet flats for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Saturdayyy, went to FLY with this big bag of donuts and felt real stupid. It was like this impromptu picnic and daniel brought salt and vinegar chips ew. Oh we'll miss you koh come back soon. Wonder how we're going to cope with just Eliel D: Yeah then went to the awesome new church building! I ponned usher meeting to join the Flyers worship oopsie. But it would have been awkward for me in my hot pink tee to go sit with the olddddd ushers yeah. Chinese concentration under the stars ftw :D zhuyili!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then had fake communion bwahaha I kept the cup -evil grin- Yep, Deborah and Sharon waited with me for my parents so sweet thanks you guys &lt;3&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Is the adult ushering team short of people today?"&lt;br /&gt;"We really need more youths to come join the welcoming!"&lt;br /&gt;"BLESS YOU DEAR, GOD BLESS YOU FOR HELPING OUT."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;???&lt;br /&gt;Uh, okay. Just so you know, I've been the only youth since the beginning of this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Goingtakabye :D&lt;br /&gt;&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/5824209014104579430-675154821485041693?l=sarahpeachfruitloo-p.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahpeachfruitloo-p.blogspot.com/feeds/675154821485041693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahpeachfruitloo-p.blogspot.com/2009/06/changes-in-seasons-its-just-whats.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824209014104579430/posts/default/675154821485041693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824209014104579430/posts/default/675154821485041693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahpeachfruitloo-p.blogspot.com/2009/06/changes-in-seasons-its-just-whats.html' title='changes, in the seasons, it&apos;s just what&apos;s required.'/><author><name>sarahLOO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11616479965444394435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5824209014104579430.post-4479337291459692284</id><published>2009-06-18T13:24:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T13:57:15.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I may not see color, babe, but I sure can feel blue.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Awww didn't go zorbing today, been 'going out too much'. Ohwells i have bugis shopping tomorrow :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was watching project runway at midnight, their challenge was to design for each other a particular music genre. Suede got kicked out and I really liked him shucks. He got hair extentions in purple and hot pink complete with blue eyeshadow. My dad thinks he looks like adam in that outfit. Everyone who looks reasonably punk looks like adam to my dad -.- It's quite amusing to see the guest judge of the week, some hip-hop guy with a black beret whose name i forgot, say the word subtle. He goes 'SUT-TEHL' with this antagonized face, hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised I have a problem with certain words. Like quiche. It's pronounced 'Keish' but somehow when I read it my brain just registers it as "Kwee-SHAY".&lt;br /&gt;Also butch and awe. It's not 'buh-tch' but 'boootch'. I don't know, but buh-tch sounds way more manly and muscled-arms-and-torso-complete-with-dragon-tattoo. Awe should be 'A-WE' and not "orhhhhhhh" hmph. "Orh" just sounds like yam in hokkein.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slim finally came online yay. Had this super weird conversation which &lt;em&gt;some&lt;/em&gt; parts she forbid me to disclose, but hahaha look at this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(me)sarahandpoupiuree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;: omg their teacher is like MAJOR BAHA&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Sarahlim: &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;EW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;sarahandpoupiuree: actually not really she's just really.... endowed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Sarahlim: so she has huge boobs but they dont sag?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;sarahandpoupiuree: like, HUGEEE kinda i dont know they are so huge they kind of meet her abdomen already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Sarahlim: O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;.O i used to have a music teacher whose boobs were so big she could rest her hand on them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;sarahandpoupiuree: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Sarahlim: like they were sticking out 90 degrees!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;sarahandpoupiuree: push up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Sarahlim: *******&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I declare my blog to be PG-13 so I censored the rest :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toodles, gotta go do my fictional poster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5824209014104579430-4479337291459692284?l=sarahpeachfruitloo-p.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahpeachfruitloo-p.blogspot.com/feeds/4479337291459692284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahpeachfruitloo-p.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-may-not-see-color-babe-but-i-sure-can.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824209014104579430/posts/default/4479337291459692284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824209014104579430/posts/default/4479337291459692284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahpeachfruitloo-p.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-may-not-see-color-babe-but-i-sure-can.html' title='I may not see color, babe, but I sure can feel blue.'/><author><name>sarahLOO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11616479965444394435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5824209014104579430.post-8758670577039538711</id><published>2009-06-17T13:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T14:20:15.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'>are you looking for answers, to questions under the stars?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;HELLO HELLO MY FIRST POST :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, was late for meeting the learninglabbies at shaw yesterday because tuition ended 25 minutes late): had a starbucks for lunch, yum. Went to buy balloons for Mr. Choo's birthday after but the stand wasn't there anymore so had to buy from cold storage awwww. Tiffany kept daring me to do stupid stuff like tell innocent passerbys with a deadpan face "I LOVE YOU." Hahaha, almost did it because of my ADAM-INDUCED HIGH. Dragged the whole group to borders first to find the lastest issue of rolling stones and later to kinokuniya when they didn't have the adam cover one :D Tiffany kept smashing everyone's face with my copy and it got all icky and epidermal-cell-on-the-covery and I had to trail all the way back to get a new one hmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;NIGHT AT THE MUSEUM 2! Gah, everyone kept staring at me to see if I would cry and chortled so loud when I did. No thanks, Tiffany, I don't want your stupid tissue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made faces at the people in borders through the glass when we got bored and camwhored with the special effects on the lappies in the techshop :D Hehe, started to blow the balloons on the way to novena and Junjie and Tiffany can't blow them for nuts. Tsk tsk, choir and hockey people. Yannting had this yellow birdy one which really reminded me of TKAM. Nygeh, must really start doing more of my homework. Oh oh, HOEDOWN THROWDOWN! Whoo, our family night is going to be so awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Going zorbing tomorrow, where you roll down a hil in this big rubber hamster ball. Like that guinea pig in Bolt :D hope mum approves, shucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5824209014104579430-8758670577039538711?l=sarahpeachfruitloo-p.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahpeachfruitloo-p.blogspot.com/feeds/8758670577039538711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahpeachfruitloo-p.blogspot.com/2009/06/are-you-looking-for-answers-to_17.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824209014104579430/posts/default/8758670577039538711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5824209014104579430/posts/default/8758670577039538711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahpeachfruitloo-p.blogspot.com/2009/06/are-you-looking-for-answers-to_17.html' title='are you looking for answers, to questions under the stars?'/><author><name>sarahLOO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11616479965444394435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
