<?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-30789031</id><updated>2011-04-22T04:58:53.007+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My romeo in black jeans</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearbeautiful.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30789031/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearbeautiful.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>batwoman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01223247270476347486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://i12.tinypic.com/42j1ceu.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>65</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30789031.post-7324434285451336141</id><published>2007-02-24T01:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T01:23:56.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sexyback</title><content type='html'>So its hard to find good guys who'll take care of you really well :)&lt;br /&gt;Guess I got lucky 5months and 24days ago :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexy&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowscriptaccess="always" bgcolor="#C8C8C8" id="radioblog_player_0" flashvars="id=0&amp;filepath=http%3A%2F%2Fstream.wwmusik.com%2Fsounds%2F12%20Mocca%20-%20Me%20And%20My%20Boyfriend%20%28accoustic%29.rbs&amp;amp;colors=body:#C8C8C8;border:#330000;button:#FF0000;player_text:#330000;playlist_text:#999999;" height="23" width="180"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30789031-7324434285451336141?l=dearbeautiful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearbeautiful.blogspot.com/feeds/7324434285451336141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30789031&amp;postID=7324434285451336141&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30789031/posts/default/7324434285451336141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30789031/posts/default/7324434285451336141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearbeautiful.blogspot.com/2007/02/sexyback.html' title='Sexyback'/><author><name>batwoman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01223247270476347486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://i12.tinypic.com/42j1ceu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30789031.post-2427592091745357249</id><published>2007-02-14T09:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T01:24:48.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BLITHE</title><content type='html'>Its fourteenth of feb shouts all yayzaa happy valentine's:) while some are out with loved ones, some with friends? Me? Home stoning, all thanks to my boyfriend's work. Well everyday can be a valentine's day and heh maybe sunday then we can go owt!!! Nonetheless, I love you and i said, its way enough to know you'll always be there for me. Mwah mwah mwah:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30789031-2427592091745357249?l=dearbeautiful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearbeautiful.blogspot.com/feeds/2427592091745357249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30789031&amp;postID=2427592091745357249&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30789031/posts/default/2427592091745357249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30789031/posts/default/2427592091745357249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearbeautiful.blogspot.com/2007/02/blithe.html' title='BLITHE'/><author><name>batwoman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01223247270476347486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://i12.tinypic.com/42j1ceu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30789031.post-2885836058495609479</id><published>2007-02-10T01:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T01:14:59.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'>monsters</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have random blog titles.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Its already 1.15am, 11 of September but this is dated 10 of Sept coz&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;(and though we didn't do anything special excpet giving each other sweet words, still,)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;HAPPY FIFTH MONTHSARY HONEY I LOVE YOUUUUUU!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/30789031-2885836058495609479?l=dearbeautiful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearbeautiful.blogspot.com/feeds/2885836058495609479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30789031&amp;postID=2885836058495609479&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30789031/posts/default/2885836058495609479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30789031/posts/default/2885836058495609479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearbeautiful.blogspot.com/2007/02/monsters.html' title='monsters'/><author><name>batwoman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01223247270476347486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://i12.tinypic.com/42j1ceu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30789031.post-7585168051598855327</id><published>2007-02-09T10:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T10:10:04.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'>VIENNA</title><content type='html'>I know my blog's pretty much dead i'm happy already coz of history's ct results of 20 over 30 tsk :)  and i'm in trouble for mt i think i'm gna get suspension coz apparently i left school during recess which was 10.40 and i made my way to town to suprise baby with lunch during his work break :) i was aimlessly walking around trying to find sthg for him to eat, i even messaged his bestfriend but he doesn't know! and ltr on he claims he doesn't wna tell me coz i might not know what is THOSAI. egg THOSAI. pangsia pi sai ah! so i ended up buying nasi lemak &amp; soya bean and some titbits for him. i know he was stunned when he saw me and he didnt talk much claiming he's speechless and touched and all blahhhhhhhhhh :0 nonetheless i hope i made him happy coz i've been picking fights with him since forever and  i wna make it up to him :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope i won't get suspended): farhan and the rest did a bad cover up but thanks anyway :) khairi made me wait for 45 mins at somerset coz i used him to see my bf  the 2nd time round he applied for a job at op haha he looks like some emo mat! and he walks too fast but when I walk fast he go, "relak ah relak" RELAK YR HEAD AH! (lolollol exact same texts) and everyone's saying the pay is sikit! waaaaaaaah): big ah! i saw starfire, nat on the way home sigh miss you all jez, liz, nat jas everyone!!! and angela meet up soon ah eh we'll talkkkkkk!!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick i'm having flu yay i can lie bout yesterday right?!??!?!?!? tskkkkkkkkk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maybe in five or ten yours and mine will meet again&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Straighten this whole thing out&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maybe then honesty need not be feared as a friend or an enemy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But this is the distance&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And this is my gameface &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There's really no way to reach me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There's really no way to reach me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is there really no way to reach me?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Am I already gone?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So this is your maverick&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And this is Vienna&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30789031-7585168051598855327?l=dearbeautiful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearbeautiful.blogspot.com/feeds/7585168051598855327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30789031&amp;postID=7585168051598855327&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30789031/posts/default/7585168051598855327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30789031/posts/default/7585168051598855327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearbeautiful.blogspot.com/2007/02/vienna.html' title='VIENNA'/><author><name>batwoman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01223247270476347486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://i12.tinypic.com/42j1ceu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30789031.post-5558945926497261972</id><published>2007-02-02T10:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T18:55:27.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mine</title><content type='html'>This is our song :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;When I see your smile&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;tears roll down my face&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I can't replace.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;And now that I'm strong I have figured out&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;how this world turns cold and it breaks through my soul,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;and I know I'll find deep inside me, I can be the one.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I will never let you fall&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'll stand up with you forever&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'll be there for you through it all,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;even if saving you sends me to heaven.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div 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title='Mine'/><author><name>batwoman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01223247270476347486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://i12.tinypic.com/42j1ceu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30789031.post-6882680164657208056</id><published>2007-01-22T10:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T11:03:57.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'>for georgia</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;But I, I've been told &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And now you're by my side &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And the night is ours &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The night's torn open wide &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As me, as me &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;With your hair up high and your jeans down low &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You're beautiful, beautiful don't you know &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh, I could stare at you forever &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Life's so simple and life's complex &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And you never work out what do you expect &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I said, oh what more could you need&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: coz life's good :)&lt;br /&gt;pss: replies on 19/1 comment box&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30789031-6882680164657208056?l=dearbeautiful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearbeautiful.blogspot.com/feeds/6882680164657208056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30789031&amp;postID=6882680164657208056&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30789031/posts/default/6882680164657208056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30789031/posts/default/6882680164657208056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearbeautiful.blogspot.com/2007/01/for-georgia.html' title='for georgia'/><author><name>batwoman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01223247270476347486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://i12.tinypic.com/42j1ceu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30789031.post-2856164310313086527</id><published>2007-01-19T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T20:56:24.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>replies</title><content type='html'>So there's this boy in my class who's extremely annoying. i think he's overly obsessed with himself being an anti-christ and the fact the he's into black metal? ROLLSEYES OMG WHUT A POSEUR. its not that i don't like him it just annoys me when he goes, "so dyou like black metal?  coz i'm a black metal dude and people who likes black metal are anti christ. i mean i think that music he listens to is like half techno or sthg coz he really is like a fat ah beng. ew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;REPLIES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&gt; april: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;its rapemyskin :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mich: &lt;/span&gt;ah we'll try la when i get skinnier okokok haha must maintain ah alamak!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;baby: &lt;/span&gt;LOVEYOUTOO HONEYYYYYYYYYY :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;jasmine: &lt;/span&gt;haha dear no choice, i can't exercise so easy way out? dieting lololollllll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre   style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;font-family:verdana;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have laughed up galaxies hats &amp; glasses&lt;br /&gt;but I've never met anyone quite like you&lt;br /&gt;I've met vintage people&lt;br /&gt;who boast of shipwrecks &amp;amp; bravery&lt;br /&gt;but I've never met someone quite like you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can take me away from here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; do you remember how it was when&lt;br /&gt;we were fascinators sneaking glances?&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember how it was oh all night&lt;br /&gt;while I sang my song, till our songs were done?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the people gathered to watch you smile&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; take photographs for rememberance&lt;br /&gt;Could they testify with expierence they would find that&lt;br /&gt;they've never met someone quite like you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;///&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;pre   style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;font-family:verdana;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&amp;amp; its just nice to be near you&lt;br /&gt;till the sun breaks our city street through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&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/30789031-2856164310313086527?l=dearbeautiful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearbeautiful.blogspot.com/feeds/2856164310313086527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30789031&amp;postID=2856164310313086527&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30789031/posts/default/2856164310313086527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30789031/posts/default/2856164310313086527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearbeautiful.blogspot.com/2007/01/replies.html' title='replies'/><author><name>batwoman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01223247270476347486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://i12.tinypic.com/42j1ceu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30789031.post-1542001332272404640</id><published>2007-01-16T11:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T11:14:28.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fck haloscan</title><content type='html'>I hate haloscan, I hate haloscan. I'm swearng off tagboards, guestbooks, comment boxes, everything la except cbox. Anw, thats blogger's comment box fr you. I dnt think I'll be changing it anymore so just click it yea. Anyone can tag, not only blogger users.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in the library again while everyone's having recess. I've learned how to control my eating habits HAHA and yes, i think i'm pretty obsessed on losing weight :( and it helps me save money in school. I just zoom home to eat then thats pretty much it, no dinner too HAHA. Its english after this and i hate it coz i'm paired up with a group with two ahlians but the rest are pretty funny so lets jst ignore them. Pffffft plus myspace have alot of girls and boysss with issuesss HAHAHAHA go get tissues. Okaaaaaaay not funny, please ignore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YEA I'VE NOT BEEN TURNING UP FOR GERMAN CLASSES ITS BEEN WEEK THREEEEEEEEE HAHAHAHA ITS AWESOME :) i hope it goes on and on and onnnnn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30789031-1542001332272404640?l=dearbeautiful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearbeautiful.blogspot.com/feeds/1542001332272404640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30789031&amp;postID=1542001332272404640&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30789031/posts/default/1542001332272404640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30789031/posts/default/1542001332272404640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearbeautiful.blogspot.com/2007/01/fck-haloscan_8246.html' title='fck haloscan'/><author><name>batwoman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01223247270476347486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://i12.tinypic.com/42j1ceu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30789031.post-5978478162436954374</id><published>2007-01-13T16:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T17:09:06.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back to haloscan</title><content type='html'>Hello all I've deleted the cbox and I'm back to halsocan. I'm sure you know where to find it but in case you're some moron with crossed eyes, its just below the date :)  so don't come asking me whethere I have a tagboard coz tb's no more and its back to haloscan which seems really nic enow coz they have the new features and stuffs (I think) oh yes, if someone have posted a comment, you won't see the word Post Comment anymore and istead you'll see (1) ir (2), or (3) and so on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Periods sucks. I think women are weird coz we have this and its smelly and yucky and uncomfortable and it gives us really bad cramps.  But it gives us a really good excuse to skip school slash skip PE slash skip school camps which will make us all dark plus those mosquito bites like the ones my school third year camp. ewwwwww its lucky my parents are nice enough to give me money to take an MC if not, yea EW. No i'm not bitchng :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm done here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;pre   style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;font-family:verdana;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't know what it is&lt;br /&gt;That makes me feel alive&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to wake&lt;br /&gt;The things that sleep inside&lt;br /&gt;I only wanna see the light&lt;br /&gt;That shines behind your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that I can say&lt;br /&gt;The things I wish I'd said&lt;br /&gt;To sing my soul to sleep&lt;br /&gt;And take me back to bed&lt;br /&gt;You want to be alone&lt;br /&gt;When we could be alive instead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because we need each other&lt;br /&gt;We believe in one another&lt;br /&gt;And I know we're going to uncover&lt;br /&gt;What's sleepin' in our soul&lt;br /&gt;Because we need each other&lt;br /&gt;We believe in one another&lt;br /&gt;I know we're going to uncover&lt;br /&gt;What's sleepin' in our soul&lt;br /&gt;What's sleepin' in our sou&lt;/span&gt;l&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30789031-5978478162436954374?l=dearbeautiful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearbeautiful.blogspot.com/feeds/5978478162436954374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30789031&amp;postID=5978478162436954374&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30789031/posts/default/5978478162436954374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30789031/posts/default/5978478162436954374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearbeautiful.blogspot.com/2007/01/back-to-haloscan.html' title='back to haloscan'/><author><name>batwoman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01223247270476347486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://i12.tinypic.com/42j1ceu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30789031.post-5593417690012841313</id><published>2007-01-12T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T21:31:44.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it is love!</title><content type='html'>I know the blog looks like crap pls pardon it sigh. I hate short posts but I dnt have time to blog now. Btw, I went to baby's school today and I met alot of people :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being with the your favouritest person is better than anything else :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;pre   style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;font-family:verdana;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Wouldn't you like,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;To be older and,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Married with me?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh, say, "Wouldn't it be nice,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;To know right now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;That we'll be,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Some day holding hands,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;In the end?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;All our broken plans,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Will abend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And I will kiss you soft,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So you know,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It is love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;From the first,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Time I pressed my lips against yours,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking oh, is it love?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30789031-5593417690012841313?l=dearbeautiful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearbeautiful.blogspot.com/feeds/5593417690012841313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30789031&amp;postID=5593417690012841313&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30789031/posts/default/5593417690012841313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30789031/posts/default/5593417690012841313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearbeautiful.blogspot.com/2007/01/crap.html' title='it is love!'/><author><name>batwoman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01223247270476347486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://i12.tinypic.com/42j1ceu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30789031.post-6993203621268296400</id><published>2007-01-11T10:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T11:06:56.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back</title><content type='html'>Hiii, i'm back (^.^)V school's stupid i've been trying nt to sleep since morning if nt my mother will scold me ah. i'm in the libray coz i dnt wna go to the canteen &amp; smell food i'm on an intense diet HAHAHAAAA LOLOLOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have chinese after recess which means i'm freee freeee for two periods&lt;br /&gt;i'm.going.to.sleep.yay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30789031-6993203621268296400?l=dearbeautiful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearbeautiful.blogspot.com/feeds/6993203621268296400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30789031&amp;postID=6993203621268296400&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30789031/posts/default/6993203621268296400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30789031/posts/default/6993203621268296400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearbeautiful.blogspot.com/2007/01/back.html' title='back'/><author><name>batwoman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01223247270476347486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://i12.tinypic.com/42j1ceu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30789031.post-991605532380831321</id><published>2007-01-10T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:50:56.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'>4TH YAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KvJvCzqlusg/RaT-LrHb0gI/AAAAAAAAAGk/dCNG44ZwGbs/s1600-h/DSC00611.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KvJvCzqlusg/RaT-LrHb0gI/AAAAAAAAAGk/dCNG44ZwGbs/s320/DSC00611.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018415361303499266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY 4TH MONTH BABY ITS AWESOME THANKS FOR THE BAG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SP LOOK OUT! :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;School's been very fine. Lets hope we'll all grow to love it and i have so much problems going on right now but life's good coz there's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;God&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;boyfriend&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;family &amp;amp; friends :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I should transfer to &lt;a href="http://livejournal.com/"&gt;LJ&lt;/a&gt; but HTML's nuts there lets hope someone will help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/30789031-991605532380831321?l=dearbeautiful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearbeautiful.blogspot.com/feeds/991605532380831321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30789031&amp;postID=991605532380831321&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30789031/posts/default/991605532380831321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30789031/posts/default/991605532380831321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearbeautiful.blogspot.com/2007/01/4th-yay.html' title='4TH YAY'/><author><name>batwoman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01223247270476347486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://i12.tinypic.com/42j1ceu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KvJvCzqlusg/RaT-LrHb0gI/AAAAAAAAAGk/dCNG44ZwGbs/s72-c/DSC00611.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30789031.post-4918108895341512060</id><published>2007-01-05T17:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T17:32:18.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuck this</title><content type='html'>Coz I've never been so disappointed in my life.&lt;br /&gt;How did i come in third place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Maybe I should start convincing myself. I hope everything will be fine. And even if i'm not first, i still do love you alot.&lt;br /&gt;this is the most extreme i went. did you know how i felt? how fucking hard i cried? how could you make 2nd 3rd plans or promised me sthg when you know you cant do it? fuck this syak. fuck this.&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/30789031-4918108895341512060?l=dearbeautiful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearbeautiful.blogspot.com/feeds/4918108895341512060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30789031&amp;postID=4918108895341512060&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30789031/posts/default/4918108895341512060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30789031/posts/default/4918108895341512060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearbeautiful.blogspot.com/2007/01/fuck-this.html' title='Fuck this'/><author><name>batwoman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01223247270476347486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://i12.tinypic.com/42j1ceu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30789031.post-6164377040774967267</id><published>2007-01-01T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T21:19:49.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this is AWESOME! by the boyfriend</title><content type='html'>hey hey HEY! CHERIE'S BOYFRIEND IS BACKKK! HAHAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay wait. before i start blogging about all the awesome stuff, i wanna say, I LOVE YOU BABY! HAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay okay. i have the MOST awesome gf ever. YA LAH. EVERY SINGLE GUY THAT IS ATTACHED SAYS THAT.  but mine is truely awesome okay. so zip your pants and shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before i blog about new years eve, the days before, well, we went to Plaza Singapura's Yamaha music shop and she bought me these..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img294.imageshack.us/img294/9131/photo600bb6.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a pair of drumsticks and a drumstick bag. NO ONE HAS EVER FUCKING BOUGHT ME THESE BEFORE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you baby! you're the fucking best! actually i was damn excited when she said she wanna buy me those. damn im SO going to treasure this. i havent use it yet, but SOON okay baby! well this is so much awesome than masturbation. HAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1&gt;okay okay! NEW YEARS EVE!&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, actually we didnt had any plans for new years eve. but then i just randomly asked her out the night before. text her mom and stuff. well, actually it was a NO  uh from her mom. but on the day itself, her dad... OHHHH. CUT THE CRAP LAH. STRAIGHT TO THE POINT LAH. I LAZY. HAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, her parents invited me to a countdown party at her church after me and cherie comes back from town in the afternoon. i was so shocked at first, to hear that they invited me since i wasnt "one of them" ah. and i had difficulty to answer ah. cause i wanna spend the whole night till morning with her and this is the only way, but its held somewhere that i am not comfortable going in. but she promised me that there will not be any  doings of prayers and it was just a party ah where they're there just to have fun. so, i just went ah since i had no plan for the new year. when i reached cherie's hse, we prepared the ingredients to make spaghetti and her mom cooked. HER MOM SPAGHETTI WAS THE SHIT OKAY! IT WAS DAMN FREAKING AWESOME I TELL YOU...!!! after that, we get ready to go to the church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND..... that was where all the fun began...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we reach the church, OMFG, my heart was beating as if like some hardcore metal band playing inside my heart. well, i was given a warm welcome! and everyone there were friendly! the person whom i can rmb there was Uncle Bernard.(im sorry if i spelled it wrongly baby) We didnt want ppl there to know that we were together ah but this guy, keep disturbing us from the time we reached, till i left. HAHAHA it was really funny actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, we danced to some "indian / techno / RnB" songs uh. WTH. but it was awesome okay. so zip your pants again and shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drank 1 bottle of beer but i cant rmb the name of the beer and 1 can of KilKenny. i didnt wanna drink so much cause i dont wanna get drunk. and i was so fucking tempted to smoke.. but on that very night, MY GF WAS THE AWESOME-MEST lah sia. she allowed me to smoke! WOOOOHOOOOO!! but only 1 stick ah. cause she didnt want me to start back smoking. the feeling, was again, BETTER THAN MASTURBATION. hahahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3...2....1.... HAPPY NEW YEAR!!! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF ONLY WE TOOK PICTURES! ERGH! SDADFASDFHBFKCAFDHSKGBKSDA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay back to e story. well, we danced again.  -.-'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, Kristine(my gf's elder sister) and Kenny(the boyfriend) asked us out to eat at MacDonalds to have supper or something ah. we took Kenny's car to macs. while we were on the way.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img382.imageshack.us/img382/6648/photo595br1.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE GOT INTO AN ACCIDENT. Kenny banged the taxi car from behind unpurposely. and the car looked like that. that's the car now. hahahaha. wait, i have to say this,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1&gt;THE ACCIDENT WAS FUCKING AWESOME LAH SIA!!!!&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahaha. cause i've nv fucking ever got into a car accident! this was the first time! yeahhh!!!!! i know im crazy but WTH LAHH!! IT WAS AWESOMEEEEEE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO... we didnt went to macs but we went back to the church. Kenny had to settle his car and we went back home to my gf's place with Uncle Bernard and Aunt Sherly(sorry again if i spelled it wrongly) but before we went back home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img138.imageshack.us/img138/5949/photo597uj8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img171.imageshack.us/img171/221/photo598yj8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I GOT A HONG BAO FROM HER MOM! haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, we reached her hse and we "lepak". We watched "me, you and dupree" and ate spaghetti some more. well, i left her hse around 3plus a.m. and took a taxi back home. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELL, I THINK THIS VERY DAY WAS THE BEST NEW YEAR EVE EVER FOR ME! cause i....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- got to spend time with my gf till the next morning&lt;br /&gt;- got a hong bao&lt;br /&gt;- got to drink&lt;br /&gt;- got to smoke&lt;br /&gt;- got to eat awesome spaghetti&lt;br /&gt;- got to party&lt;br /&gt;- got to experience a real CAR ACCIDENT (WOOOOHOOOOO!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahaha. well, all these things that i listed were much &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;much &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;much &lt;/span&gt;better than MASTUBATION! HAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, the moral of the story is, GUYS, DONT MASTURBATE. go and celebrate new year's eve. HAHAHAHAHAH  -.-'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baby, thank you very much for the awesome AWESOME day! i really loved it alot and,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1&gt;I FUCKING LOVE YOU! MWARRRGGGHHH!!!&lt;/h1&gt; hahahahaha. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30789031-6164377040774967267?l=dearbeautiful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearbeautiful.blogspot.com/feeds/6164377040774967267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30789031&amp;postID=6164377040774967267&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30789031/posts/default/6164377040774967267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30789031/posts/default/6164377040774967267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearbeautiful.blogspot.com/2007/01/this-is-awesome-by-boyfriend.html' title='this is AWESOME! by the boyfriend'/><author><name>batwoman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01223247270476347486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://i12.tinypic.com/42j1ceu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30789031.post-3366776395538999219</id><published>2007-01-01T14:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T15:00:03.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2007</title><content type='html'>I had the best new year everrrrrrrrr. I don't know whether I should update today coz there's so much to say:)  I think I should ask the boyfriend to blog bout it cuz i'm kinda lazzzzzy? Yes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30789031-3366776395538999219?l=dearbeautiful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearbeautiful.blogspot.com/feeds/3366776395538999219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30789031&amp;postID=3366776395538999219&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30789031/posts/default/3366776395538999219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30789031/posts/default/3366776395538999219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearbeautiful.blogspot.com/2007/01/2007.html' title='2007'/><author><name>batwoman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01223247270476347486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://i12.tinypic.com/42j1ceu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30789031.post-9158244891860863132</id><published>2006-12-30T19:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:50:57.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>50</title><content type='html'>This is my 50th post. And so I'm posting just to make it 50. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I just realized my phone can take photos like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KvJvCzqlusg/RZZUAZ2K3kI/AAAAAAAAAFU/zUog3xP5Tdc/s1600-h/DSC00388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KvJvCzqlusg/RZZUAZ2K3kI/AAAAAAAAAFU/zUog3xP5Tdc/s320/DSC00388.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014287601038450242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my sister. I have 3 sisters. She's the second last. (Why am i explaining?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KvJvCzqlusg/RZZURp2K3lI/AAAAAAAAAFc/szepRV2w4Vw/s1600-h/DSC00395.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KvJvCzqlusg/RZZURp2K3lI/AAAAAAAAAFc/szepRV2w4Vw/s320/DSC00395.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014287897391193682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bedside table, bed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KvJvCzqlusg/RZZUbJ2K3mI/AAAAAAAAAFk/fiuMss8ByDk/s1600-h/DSC00437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KvJvCzqlusg/RZZUbJ2K3mI/AAAAAAAAAFk/fiuMss8ByDk/s320/DSC00437.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014288060599950946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg nooooo. too sexxx M18 do not look. This is on myspace anyway, so who cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KvJvCzqlusg/RZZUwp2K3nI/AAAAAAAAAFs/3LM2vLFuXFM/s1600-h/DSC00097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KvJvCzqlusg/RZZUwp2K3nI/AAAAAAAAAFs/3LM2vLFuXFM/s320/DSC00097.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014288429967138418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cute boyfriend for a,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KvJvCzqlusg/RZZU-p2K3oI/AAAAAAAAAF0/Uzz1oIMDWus/s1600-h/DSC00073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KvJvCzqlusg/RZZU-p2K3oI/AAAAAAAAAF0/Uzz1oIMDWus/s320/DSC00073.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014288670485307010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cute happy girlfiend? CHEYCHEYCHEYYYY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I post pictures of my boyfriend too much. I shall stop. HAHAHAAAA NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was taken yesterday! Haha its so funny lookieee. He was holding my nehneh. (Just kidding)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KvJvCzqlusg/RZZWyp2K3pI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/kJDvPbP7tbI/s1600-h/Photo590.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KvJvCzqlusg/RZZWyp2K3pI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/kJDvPbP7tbI/s320/Photo590.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014290663350132370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Baby: Whats so funny?&lt;br /&gt;Me: You look funny. HAHAHAAAA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;But of course its not true. hahahaaaaa.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/30789031-9158244891860863132?l=dearbeautiful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearbeautiful.blogspot.com/feeds/9158244891860863132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30789031&amp;postID=9158244891860863132&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30789031/posts/default/9158244891860863132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30789031/posts/default/9158244891860863132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearbeautiful.blogspot.com/2006/12/50.html' title='50'/><author><name>batwoman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01223247270476347486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://i12.tinypic.com/42j1ceu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KvJvCzqlusg/RZZUAZ2K3kI/AAAAAAAAAFU/zUog3xP5Tdc/s72-c/DSC00388.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30789031.post-4636111192539122927</id><published>2006-12-29T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:50:58.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yay</title><content type='html'>I shop with my boyfriend everytime we meet.&lt;br /&gt;I get &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;shoe orgasms&lt;/span&gt; when i look at all the set of shoes that I have. (Beauty &amp;the Geek)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ripcurl slippers got eaten by the escalator like a month ago so my boyfriend bought me new ones for third monthsary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peep:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KvJvCzqlusg/RZUao52K3bI/AAAAAAAAADo/8XPcAB4Zlog/s1600-h/DSC00484.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KvJvCzqlusg/RZUao52K3bI/AAAAAAAAADo/8XPcAB4Zlog/s320/DSC00484.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013943050172030386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KvJvCzqlusg/RZUayJ2K3cI/AAAAAAAAADw/K_WsX0kTVFY/s1600-h/DSC00479.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KvJvCzqlusg/RZUayJ2K3cI/AAAAAAAAADw/K_WsX0kTVFY/s320/DSC00479.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013943209085820354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so he got me these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KvJvCzqlusg/RZUa9J2K3dI/AAAAAAAAAD4/-UaogMUnyWs/s1600-h/DSC00483.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KvJvCzqlusg/RZUa9J2K3dI/AAAAAAAAAD4/-UaogMUnyWs/s320/DSC00483.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013943398064381394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we got into trouble one fine day I don't think I wanna explain it all then he got me these randomly for church:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KvJvCzqlusg/RZUbMp2K3eI/AAAAAAAAAEA/8EWveWJab5Y/s1600-h/DSC00482.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KvJvCzqlusg/RZUbMp2K3eI/AAAAAAAAAEA/8EWveWJab5Y/s320/DSC00482.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013943664352353762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom then got me these pumps to wear for christmas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KvJvCzqlusg/RZUbcp2K3fI/AAAAAAAAAEI/hXi3OUFTnyY/s1600-h/DSC00485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KvJvCzqlusg/RZUbcp2K3fI/AAAAAAAAAEI/hXi3OUFTnyY/s320/DSC00485.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013943939230260722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today, we bought these at Marina Square Puma. Yay :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KvJvCzqlusg/RZUbn52K3gI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/XBad4H7mj-Y/s1600-h/DSC00486.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KvJvCzqlusg/RZUbn52K3gI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/XBad4H7mj-Y/s320/DSC00486.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013944132503789058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met naz and fatin to have lunch at KFC cineleisure. She works at Butt Ons. She gave baby free boxers and she gave me this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KvJvCzqlusg/RZUb552K3hI/AAAAAAAAAEY/k8GCABUVYuU/s1600-h/DSC00488.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KvJvCzqlusg/RZUb552K3hI/AAAAAAAAAEY/k8GCABUVYuU/s320/DSC00488.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013944441741434386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wouldn't fit me cuz i'm too fat :[&lt;br /&gt;But she's niceeee. lets get more pantiessss. HAHAHAAAA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vain boyyyyyyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KvJvCzqlusg/RZUcXJ2K3iI/AAAAAAAAAEg/9PXzlWRtLBM/s1600-h/DSC00474.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KvJvCzqlusg/RZUcXJ2K3iI/AAAAAAAAAEg/9PXzlWRtLBM/s320/DSC00474.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013944944252608034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KvJvCzqlusg/RZUcgp2K3jI/AAAAAAAAAEo/10hwj9EbdtU/s1600-h/DSC00476.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KvJvCzqlusg/RZUcgp2K3jI/AAAAAAAAAEo/10hwj9EbdtU/s320/DSC00476.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013945107461365298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He bought himself a "indie" cap. :D&lt;br /&gt;And I've bought him his drumsticks and drumsticks bag. Nice girlfraaaaaaaan :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30789031-4636111192539122927?l=dearbeautiful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearbeautiful.blogspot.com/feeds/4636111192539122927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30789031&amp;postID=4636111192539122927&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30789031/posts/default/4636111192539122927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30789031/posts/default/4636111192539122927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearbeautiful.blogspot.com/2006/12/yay.html' title='yay'/><author><name>batwoman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01223247270476347486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://i12.tinypic.com/42j1ceu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KvJvCzqlusg/RZUao52K3bI/AAAAAAAAADo/8XPcAB4Zlog/s72-c/DSC00484.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30789031.post-7504312654027454506</id><published>2006-12-26T14:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:50:58.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merrychirstmas</title><content type='html'>And so happy boxing day everyone. Open all your fucking prezzies.&lt;br /&gt;My boyfriend gave me a new phone, and he'll be paying all my bills from now on.&lt;br /&gt;Where can you get a boyfriend like that? He's mine so back off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.mobilegazette.com/images/sony-ericsson/sony-ericsson-k618-combo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.mobilegazette.com/images/sony-ericsson/sony-ericsson-k618-combo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the phone he got me. Yay, nice right? I couldn't possibly take a picture of my own phone. How? Ahaha i'm getting him sthg too &amp; he knows what is it. He's happy to know and he's very excited.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Baby, thanks for being there for me when i need you. You're like here for me 24/7. Just a phone call away. Even when you're sleeping, you still pick up my calls. I know that I fail to appreciate the things that you do for me sometimes. And I'm sorry. You've been the one carrying this relationship. Despite all our arguements, we're still together, and its cuz of YOU. I had your support all the time and you've never given up. Its nice to know that there's someone who promised he'll never leave me.:) Even when I already gave up, you still didn't wna let me go. I love you you you you! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promised you'll never lose me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KvJvCzqlusg/RZDGSZ2K3ZI/AAAAAAAAADQ/JBxJOx8a-xk/s1600-h/DSC00088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KvJvCzqlusg/RZDGSZ2K3ZI/AAAAAAAAADQ/JBxJOx8a-xk/s320/DSC00088.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012724404741397906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KvJvCzqlusg/RZDGgp2K3aI/AAAAAAAAADY/woULDM0TPK0/s1600-h/DSC00093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KvJvCzqlusg/RZDGgp2K3aI/AAAAAAAAADY/woULDM0TPK0/s320/DSC00093.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012724649554533794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30789031-7504312654027454506?l=dearbeautiful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearbeautiful.blogspot.com/feeds/7504312654027454506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30789031&amp;postID=7504312654027454506&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30789031/posts/default/7504312654027454506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30789031/posts/default/7504312654027454506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearbeautiful.blogspot.com/2006/12/merrychirstmas.html' title='Merrychirstmas'/><author><name>batwoman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01223247270476347486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://i12.tinypic.com/42j1ceu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KvJvCzqlusg/RZDGSZ2K3ZI/AAAAAAAAADQ/JBxJOx8a-xk/s72-c/DSC00088.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30789031.post-6629259141939984818</id><published>2006-12-23T17:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:50:59.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too long now</title><content type='html'>Its been so long since I typed out a proper post. So I think I should start, hopefully my mom or dad won't kick me out of it. Christmas is coming but somehow I don't think I could care less. School's starting in what? A week and a half? Holidays went by so fast. I don't think I even spent any of those days with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a peek on reality:&lt;br /&gt;First picture: Cherie, friends&lt;br /&gt;Second picture: Cherie, boyfriend, my friends, his friends&lt;br /&gt;Third picture: Cherie, boyfriend, his friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg is that how I handle everything? I don't know how my boy could keep his friends &amp; I can't. But then again, I hope they still rememeber me and I know that I'll get it all back.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think me &amp;amp; my sister look alike. (Thats why we're always fighting.) Some says so but hell, she's cuter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KvJvCzqlusg/RYz9zp2K3XI/AAAAAAAAACs/kClIryuIY-0/s1600-h/DSC00294.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KvJvCzqlusg/RYz9zp2K3XI/AAAAAAAAACs/kClIryuIY-0/s320/DSC00294.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011659549204733298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A horrendous picture, hello, I just woke up ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KvJvCzqlusg/RYz-BJ2K3YI/AAAAAAAAAC0/lIn4tXVgmCQ/s1600-h/DSC00213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KvJvCzqlusg/RYz-BJ2K3YI/AAAAAAAAAC0/lIn4tXVgmCQ/s320/DSC00213.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011659781132967298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KvJvCzqlusg/RYz9KJ2K3WI/AAAAAAAAACk/MCUFu8ENr_M/s1600-h/DSC00293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KvJvCzqlusg/RYz9KJ2K3WI/AAAAAAAAACk/MCUFu8ENr_M/s320/DSC00293.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011658836240162146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha I still love my boyfriend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30789031-6629259141939984818?l=dearbeautiful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearbeautiful.blogspot.com/feeds/6629259141939984818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30789031&amp;postID=6629259141939984818&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30789031/posts/default/6629259141939984818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30789031/posts/default/6629259141939984818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearbeautiful.blogspot.com/2006/12/too-long-now.html' title='Too long now'/><author><name>batwoman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01223247270476347486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://i12.tinypic.com/42j1ceu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KvJvCzqlusg/RYz9zp2K3XI/AAAAAAAAACs/kClIryuIY-0/s72-c/DSC00294.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30789031.post-2825574977809565018</id><published>2006-12-20T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T18:02:00.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Camwhore</title><content type='html'>We met today. We had fun &amp; we camwhored ALOT.:) with videos &amp;amp; everything too but only pictas are uploaded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLICKCLICKCLICK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://sg.pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/xcherieo/my_photos"&gt;OUTING WITH BABY! &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should really brushed up on my blog. its getting boring. nobody's coming.:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30789031-2825574977809565018?l=dearbeautiful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearbeautiful.blogspot.com/feeds/2825574977809565018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30789031&amp;postID=2825574977809565018&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30789031/posts/default/2825574977809565018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30789031/posts/default/2825574977809565018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearbeautiful.blogspot.com/2006/12/camwhore.html' title='Camwhore'/><author><name>batwoman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01223247270476347486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://i12.tinypic.com/42j1ceu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30789031.post-4341928427369438465</id><published>2006-12-12T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T21:00:43.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay everybody! Its the boyfriend here! I've never fucking done this before. I've never blogged before. I've always thought that blogging was for girls. So someone pls take an umbrella, shove it up my ass, and open it okay. Thank you. I'd appreciate it very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, i guess things should change!&lt;br /&gt;AND.... My girlfriend did something really2 sweet for me on our 3rd month anniversary! And i so FUCKING DO LOVE MY GIRLFRIEND! So here's what she gave me! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img80.imageshack.us/img80/4120/photo545fk8.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ITS AN ENVELOP! but, it is not your everyday envelop that the bloody postman sends to that bloody mailbox where you fucking bend down or you fucking stretch up to open your mail! Okay okay. Back to the awesome part!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside of the envelop writes, "To: The bestest boyfriend the whole world? YES.&lt;br /&gt;From: Pretty Girlfriend :D "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the right of the first sentence, there's this cute little sticker! Damn its cute as she is lah. Eh no, she's cuter. But still, i effing like the prezzie from her okay. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YA! the bottom of it writes, "♥ That could only be SYAK &amp; CHERIE!"&lt;br /&gt;Oh hell ya baby. We're awesome alright. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the back of the envelop shows this,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img154.imageshack.us/img154/4941/photo551dw0.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont really understand what that means but, WHAT THE HELL LAHH SIA! I LOVE YOU BABY! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WANNA SEE WHATS INSIDE LADIES AND GENTLEMEN?&lt;br /&gt;TADAAAAAAAA!!! (((((((((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img141.imageshack.us/img141/6199/photo552kp3.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's this cute pink heartshape and 3 love sticks that says "I ♥ U" which she spent so much time making it for me. I LOVE YOU GIRLFRIEND. MWAARRRGGGHHH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first time i've ever received something so special from a special yet wonderful lady. You know you make me smile so much that day when you gave me this. ILY. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO SO SO SO you wanna know what it says? haha. im smiling so widely now while posting this. :D (someone take a picture of me now now NOW!) HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The front side of the cute pink heartshape says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img147.imageshack.us/img147/1724/photo554uy3.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY THIRD MONTH ANNIVERSARY BABY!&lt;br /&gt;:) and this is a pink heart coz afterall, pink is the true colour of love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH HELL YES IT IS BABY. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the back side of the cute pink heartshape says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img143.imageshack.us/img143/7552/photo555js1.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELLO BABY HAPPY 3RD MONTH IN ADVANCE AGAIN? HEHE. ANYWAY, ITS 2.35AM, MONDAY. I MADE ALL THIS FOR YOU &amp; I HOPE YOU LIKE IT. I LOVE YOU AND NO ONE COULD REPLACE YOU. YOU'RE THE SWEETEST AND BESTEST. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, thank you for the prezzie you gave me. It meant so much to me and it made me smile the whole day. When I was entering this post, I was lying to you saying that im not on the com. Im sorry. But I hope you are touched by this. I just cant stop thinking about you even when i was doing my assignment. Thats why I stopped doing my assignment and i did this. Even though i spent so much time on this, it was still worth it. Everything I do for you has always been wonderful. Being together with you just gives me the strength to live my life to the fullest.  I cant even believe my eyeballs that im blogging. haha. you know right baby. i ate my own words. but, IT WAS WORTH IT. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY LAH. I KNOW THE REST WHO'S READING THIS THINKS IM SO MUSHY. YA. I KNOW. BUT WHAT THE HELL LAH. I LOVE MY GF OKAY. YOU DONT LIKE? YOU GO EAT FISHBALL AND CHOKE ON YOURSELF OKAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last but not least, i love you baby. i love you so so much. i'd wish before but ill wish it again, HAPPY 3 MONTHS ANNIVERSARY baby. &lt;3  (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30789031-4341928427369438465?l=dearbeautiful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearbeautiful.blogspot.com/feeds/4341928427369438465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30789031&amp;postID=4341928427369438465&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30789031/posts/default/4341928427369438465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30789031/posts/default/4341928427369438465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearbeautiful.blogspot.com/2006/12/okay-everybody-its-boyfriend-here-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>batwoman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01223247270476347486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://i12.tinypic.com/42j1ceu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30789031.post-6381472811322917459</id><published>2006-12-12T14:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T14:17:56.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bleagh</title><content type='html'>I hate myself for having sucky templates like this. AHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30789031-6381472811322917459?l=dearbeautiful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearbeautiful.blogspot.com/feeds/6381472811322917459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30789031&amp;postID=6381472811322917459&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30789031/posts/default/6381472811322917459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30789031/posts/default/6381472811322917459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearbeautiful.blogspot.com/2006/12/bleagh.html' title='Bleagh'/><author><name>batwoman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01223247270476347486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://i12.tinypic.com/42j1ceu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30789031.post-1957547136095779897</id><published>2006-12-06T19:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T20:35:49.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ever heard</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Two people touching lips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Hands on each other's hips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Nothing in else in the world but one another&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; The 42nd floor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; On a distant shore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I wonder how we strayed so far from this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, we're seeing each other tomorrow. &amp;&amp;amp; I'm happy.&lt;br /&gt;We only see each other every week. But we survived.&lt;br /&gt;ILY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;4more days till three months baby!&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30789031-1957547136095779897?l=dearbeautiful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearbeautiful.blogspot.com/feeds/1957547136095779897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30789031&amp;postID=1957547136095779897&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30789031/posts/default/1957547136095779897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30789031/posts/default/1957547136095779897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearbeautiful.blogspot.com/2006/12/ever-heard.html' title='Ever heard'/><author><name>batwoman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01223247270476347486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://i12.tinypic.com/42j1ceu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30789031.post-7639124925449316838</id><published>2006-12-05T20:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T20:36:35.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'>make me</title><content type='html'>&lt;h1&gt;DIE DIE DIE ! &lt;/h1&gt;I know I've not posted since &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20061127, 18:53&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;So here I am posting again. My third month anni is coming in 5 days &amp; I'm excited cuz I have sthg to give to boyfraaaaaan that I could be proud of, I hope it move him to tears (nahhhhhhhhh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh btw, I hate egoistical people. Those who go &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm so pretty it's impossible no one likes me&lt;/span&gt;. Hello? I, for instance already don't like you. No I'm not pointing at anyone I know. For instance there's myspace. There's so many pretty popular girls &amp; popular (not so good-looking) guys. They set their profile to private. And state at the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Headline: &lt;/span&gt;Don't add me. Ah then go delete your myspace &amp; fuck yourself &amp;amp; look at the mirror, snap back &amp; think why're you sucha a snob. Lucky I've never tried adding girls with those headline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guys! Omg it'll be too long a post about guys so lets skip. I think boyfriend wouldn't be please too. The whole post shouldn't be about this actually. I don't know. I'm tired I'm blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I. NEED. MY. PHONE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30789031-7639124925449316838?l=dearbeautiful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearbeautiful.blogspot.com/feeds/7639124925449316838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30789031&amp;postID=7639124925449316838&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30789031/posts/default/7639124925449316838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30789031/posts/default/7639124925449316838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearbeautiful.blogspot.com/2006/12/make-me.html' title='make me'/><author><name>batwoman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01223247270476347486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://i12.tinypic.com/42j1ceu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30789031.post-5503981839975828476</id><published>2006-11-27T18:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T19:02:06.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad days</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fridays, Saturdays &amp; Sundays don't look good on me .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm gounded&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can't see my boyfriend&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My parents hate me ?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My parents stopped me from wearing what I want&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My parents stop me from doing what I want&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello I have no life ?&lt;br /&gt;And 7 , I'm a narcissist (I found out long ago)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3495/3758/1600/767986/27112006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3495/3758/320/796733/27112006.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There isn't just one photo of myself , there is alot . Cam Whore ? No &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;lah &lt;/span&gt;, crazy !&lt;br /&gt;Okay here's one more ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3495/3758/1600/596854/15112006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3495/3758/320/401796/15112006.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30789031-5503981839975828476?l=dearbeautiful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearbeautiful.blogspot.com/feeds/5503981839975828476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30789031&amp;postID=5503981839975828476&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30789031/posts/default/5503981839975828476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30789031/posts/default/5503981839975828476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearbeautiful.blogspot.com/2006/11/bad-days.html' title='Bad days'/><author><name>batwoman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01223247270476347486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://i12.tinypic.com/42j1ceu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30789031.post-7655639954533747545</id><published>2006-11-22T20:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T20:20:18.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures</title><content type='html'>Hello ah its called keilbasha :/ Err ? Anw , KL wasnt that awesome it's sad how dirty it is . But people are awesome hey wheeeeeeeeeeeee ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are pictures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3495/3758/1600/Photo471.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3495/3758/320/Photo471.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3495/3758/1600/Photo473.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3495/3758/320/Photo473.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3495/3758/1600/Photo474.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3495/3758/320/Photo474.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3495/3758/1600/Photo479.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3495/3758/320/Photo479.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3495/3758/1600/Photo476.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3495/3758/320/Photo476.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3495/3758/1600/Photo480.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3495/3758/320/Photo480.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30789031-7655639954533747545?l=dearbeautiful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearbeautiful.blogspot.com/feeds/7655639954533747545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30789031&amp;postID=7655639954533747545&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30789031/posts/default/7655639954533747545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30789031/posts/default/7655639954533747545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearbeautiful.blogspot.com/2006/11/pictures.html' title='Pictures'/><author><name>batwoman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01223247270476347486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://i12.tinypic.com/42j1ceu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30789031.post-5736760724348706083</id><published>2006-11-18T15:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T20:13:07.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too late</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;He's coming over in 30 minutes .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Should i go shower ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; =x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30789031-5736760724348706083?l=dearbeautiful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearbeautiful.blogspot.com/feeds/5736760724348706083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30789031&amp;postID=5736760724348706083&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30789031/posts/default/5736760724348706083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30789031/posts/default/5736760724348706083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearbeautiful.blogspot.com/2006/11/too-late.html' title='Too late'/><author><name>batwoman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01223247270476347486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://i12.tinypic.com/42j1ceu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30789031.post-4976859493666616259</id><published>2006-11-15T19:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T19:39:37.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3495/3758/1600/b%26j.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3495/3758/320/b%26j.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;coz thats a new extreme fetish:) IM GLAD MY DAD'S AUNT HERE FROM THE STATES SHE'LL BUY ME THIS EVERYDAY I'M SURE , &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CONSPERM&lt;/span&gt; ERR HAHAHAHA ! CONFIRM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i have &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;butterfingers yumyum&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kalbasha(sausages)&lt;/span&gt; omg i'm really glad they decided to have a holiday here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3495/3758/1600/peace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3495/3758/320/peace.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA I TOOK THIS JUST NOW WITH ANOTHER TWO PICTAS , but i dont know whether i should put the photos up here too i guess not. i see my parent's lcd tv's showing off itself , i'm prouda him:) baby's at vivo grrrr his first trip there's not with me ! ive not time to get there taladegabombom hiakdish! &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohohoh ! i think we'll be heading to KL next week since they wanna go there &amp; shop till drop. U.S dollars dropped alot it's now $US 1 = $SING 1.57 but in the malls it's like, $SING 1.53 or 1.52 SEE SEE? i'm angryyyyyy:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh aunt zeny's husband wanted to buy a camera here in singapore coz he thinks they're better &amp;amp;cheaper but turned out it'll be cheaper in the states &amp;amp; wayway better features. he found one he really liked that cost $SING 599 thats, $US 399 but he can get it in the US at $US 249. WTF its cheap ah hey! i'm jealous , i'll consider going back to states to stayyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out that my Uncle AJ (19 or 20 years old) has a korean girlfriend . ooooooooh he's way too good looking for a korean, hahaha go find a whiteeee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30789031-4976859493666616259?l=dearbeautiful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearbeautiful.blogspot.com/feeds/4976859493666616259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30789031&amp;postID=4976859493666616259&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30789031/posts/default/4976859493666616259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30789031/posts/default/4976859493666616259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearbeautiful.blogspot.com/2006/11/new.html' title='New'/><author><name>batwoman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01223247270476347486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://i12.tinypic.com/42j1ceu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30789031.post-2122184095641973360</id><published>2006-11-14T16:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T19:46:04.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Old School</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3495/3758/1600/gurlsbossmal%20019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3495/3758/320/gurlsbossmal%20019.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I found an old photo. Jon took this if i remember correctly. When i first met Jas? And look, oh dear i look so fat. I like my hair back then. I think iwas cute back then. HAHAHAHA , knn now everything change ccb ! lololollllll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{edit edit edit}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello these are pictas we took last friday (anniversary day) while waiting for my parents to get back home. ayeeeee thanks thanks we look awesome? nahhhhhhhhhh. hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3495/3758/1600/Photo438.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3495/3758/320/Photo438.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;love&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3495/3758/1600/Photo441.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3495/3758/320/Photo441.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm shyyyyyy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3495/3758/1600/Photo445.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3495/3758/320/Photo445.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;not so? HAHA MYSPACE LOLOLOLLLLL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3495/3758/1600/Photo451.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3495/3758/320/Photo451.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;AWH AWH CHEBADEBAHAWHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my dad's aunt's here alrdy , 19 hours on the plane? they landed at 1125pm SINGAPORE TIME. they left states at 9am U.S , L.A. yayyyyy butterfingers and kalbasha. no bubble gum pops. U.S too strictttt&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30789031-2122184095641973360?l=dearbeautiful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearbeautiful.blogspot.com/feeds/2122184095641973360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30789031&amp;postID=2122184095641973360&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30789031/posts/default/2122184095641973360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30789031/posts/default/2122184095641973360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearbeautiful.blogspot.com/2006/11/old-school.html' title='Old School'/><author><name>batwoman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01223247270476347486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://i12.tinypic.com/42j1ceu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30789031.post-6753020265777820944</id><published>2006-11-13T14:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T14:14:33.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You can't promise</title><content type='html'>HELLO HELLO! baby &amp;i met up with jess, liz, nat &amp;amp; jess' boiii yesterday! it was awesome hanging with the girls again, been sucha long time , no? :) jas couldnt make it, she was complaining &amp;complaining saying we didnt call her earlier &amp;amp;she has already promised to bring her cousin to the gym. HAHAHAHA her o's are ending soon so we'll be able to hang outttt:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhooo, since my myspace profile's private, here's a peek on whats on my General section. hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img20.imageshack.us/img20/1087/photo406tv3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img131.imageshack.us/img131/4927/photo435dr4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're the peace makers couple and we are loveeeeee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30789031-6753020265777820944?l=dearbeautiful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearbeautiful.blogspot.com/feeds/6753020265777820944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30789031&amp;postID=6753020265777820944&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30789031/posts/default/6753020265777820944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30789031/posts/default/6753020265777820944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearbeautiful.blogspot.com/2006/11/you-cant-promise.html' title='You can&apos;t promise'/><author><name>batwoman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01223247270476347486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://i12.tinypic.com/42j1ceu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30789031.post-8029017709699878781</id><published>2006-11-11T12:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T12:28:06.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We're happy, thats it</title><content type='html'>Hello went town with bf yesterday and we had an awesome time. we laugh and talk and watch movie and eat alot. hahaha okay not alot but yes. it was a happy berry day wheeeee. and we went shopping he bought sthg for himself and he bought sthg for me too! (again)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3495/3758/1600/10112006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3495/3758/320/10112006.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;can you see my pathetic phone there there there? but well he says it looks good, he chose it so haaah okay gogo! my mom says its nice too. now she trusts he's judgement of clothes for me rather than.. err i dk. eh we watched step up &amp; ah ah ah it's pretty awesome hey. not really so awesome but pretty awesome. i'm high on nothing i dont know why. i havent eaten, i just woke up an hour ago. parents not at home. jess is back in sg she misses me. liz's work ended yesterday she misses me alot. jasmine's finishing her O's soon she misses me too. ju and i are hanging out on wednesday she misses me tooooo! i miss them all too aye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my msn nickname goes like this: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The little boy's buto smells like pepek.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(laugh now y'all)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30789031-8029017709699878781?l=dearbeautiful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearbeautiful.blogspot.com/feeds/8029017709699878781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30789031&amp;postID=8029017709699878781&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30789031/posts/default/8029017709699878781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30789031/posts/default/8029017709699878781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearbeautiful.blogspot.com/2006/11/were-happy-thats-it.html' title='We&apos;re happy, thats it'/><author><name>batwoman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01223247270476347486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://i12.tinypic.com/42j1ceu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30789031.post-116307622928755163</id><published>2006-11-09T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T01:19:34.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inside your heart</title><content type='html'>baby came over yesterday and we had fun. and lookie he bought my lingerie! ahahahahahaha i swear iwas blushing like some tomato when he went in to the lingerie shop with me. but he was SMILING and GRINNING! wtf hahaha and he bought my acessories tooooo. EH THANK YOU AH! I LOVE YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7255/3308/1600/sexx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7255/3308/320/sexx.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and oh this is what he gave me last month! sweet uhuhuhuh yay i have the bestest sweetest boyfriend alive! [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7255/3308/1600/loveee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7255/3308/320/loveee.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;baby! it's tomorrow and i cant waitttt. we'll have an awesome time! iloveyou the whole world cant compare [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;1more day till 2months baby! TOMORROW! &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&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/30789031-116307622928755163?l=dearbeautiful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearbeautiful.blogspot.com/feeds/116307622928755163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30789031&amp;postID=116307622928755163&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30789031/posts/default/116307622928755163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30789031/posts/default/116307622928755163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearbeautiful.blogspot.com/2006/11/inside-your-heart.html' title='Inside your heart'/><author><name>batwoman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01223247270476347486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://i12.tinypic.com/42j1ceu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30789031.post-116287045185138980</id><published>2006-11-07T11:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T01:25:36.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, mother</title><content type='html'>Iwas suppose to be hari raya-ing with boyfriend now but at the last minute, my mom decided to be a total bitch assfucker &amp; said, no. ah fuck i hate herrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my dad's aunt from the states, texas' called at 3am in the morning (it was around 12 in the afternoon there) saying she &amp;amp; family's coming to singapore on the 14th &amp; i can't wait to see her! i wish she'll bring manymany sausages. (Kalbasha thats what it's called, i think) but i'm excited really really. but sadly she won't stay till christmas coz they'll only be staying for ten days. err gahhhhhh:[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/edit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iwas on the bus and i saw this old man who owns a pocket electric shaver &amp;amp;he was shaving his moustache &amp; goatee. it was lucky he didn't cut himself or sthg. disgusting idiot &amp;amp;my attempt to snap a pic of him shaving failed. GAHHHHHHH:[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7255/3308/1600/love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7255/3308/320/love.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;close your eyes, hold me tight. let it last forever&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;3more days till 2months baby ! ILY &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/30789031-116287045185138980?l=dearbeautiful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearbeautiful.blogspot.com/feeds/116287045185138980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30789031&amp;postID=116287045185138980&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30789031/posts/default/116287045185138980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30789031/posts/default/116287045185138980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearbeautiful.blogspot.com/2006/11/oh-mother.html' title='Oh, mother'/><author><name>batwoman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01223247270476347486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://i12.tinypic.com/42j1ceu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30789031.post-116253296380178804</id><published>2006-11-03T13:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T01:16:35.434+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No comparison</title><content type='html'>Boyfriend was at my place yesterday &amp;i recieved a gift from him! Advance prezzzzieeee for our 2nd month anni:] ILU!&lt;br /&gt;here's a peek ( i bet youre wondering how i got this shot hehehehe:] )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7255/3308/1600/gift.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7255/3308/320/gift.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is from ME ME ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7255/3308/1600/Photo400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7255/3308/320/Photo400.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i knowwww its sthg really simple but he says it was from me &amp;it was better than the Davidoff Coolwater perfume &amp;amp;the lipbalm for men i gave him on the first month. (i think) YAY. but thankyouthankyou baby for the mp3 ILU very muchhhhhhhhh *kisskisskiss*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;7more days till 2months baby! :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30789031-116253296380178804?l=dearbeautiful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearbeautiful.blogspot.com/feeds/116253296380178804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30789031&amp;postID=116253296380178804&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30789031/posts/default/116253296380178804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30789031/posts/default/116253296380178804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearbeautiful.blogspot.com/2006/11/no-comparison.html' title='No comparison'/><author><name>batwoman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01223247270476347486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://i12.tinypic.com/42j1ceu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30789031.post-116237708446601463</id><published>2006-11-01T18:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T01:16:04.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All the best of friendships</title><content type='html'>Okay okay , i'm going to 3blessing next year. Yawwwww thank you God !  but eww i'm taking physics and chem when i wanna take chem and bio but if i take chem and bio i'll have to take POA and boyfriend says it's a waste of time and i cant do math so hey what the hell. *takes a deep breath* imagine talking without taking a breatherrrrrr. whatwhatwhat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i had this big lecture from my parents and they threatened me again:/ and blahhh they said i'm not concentrating on my studies coz of syak *rolls eyes* ROLLING STONES! AHAHAHAHAAAAA :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baby! youre coming to my place tomorrow and i cant wait! buy me bubble tea and chestnut okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;9 more days till 2nd month baby! ILY &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30789031-116237708446601463?l=dearbeautiful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearbeautiful.blogspot.com/feeds/116237708446601463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30789031&amp;postID=116237708446601463&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30789031/posts/default/116237708446601463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30789031/posts/default/116237708446601463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearbeautiful.blogspot.com/2006/11/all-best-of-friendships.html' title='All the best of friendships'/><author><name>batwoman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01223247270476347486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://i12.tinypic.com/42j1ceu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30789031.post-116221575720192561</id><published>2006-10-30T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T12:16:17.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You skinny bom broom</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What does Love mean?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"When my grandmother got arthritis, she couldn't bend over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and paint her toenails anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So my grandfather does it for her all the time, even when his&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hands got arthritis too. That's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;love."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rebecca- age 8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You just know that your name is safe in their&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mouth."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Billy - age 4 (I love this one)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Love is when a girl puts on perfume and a boy puts on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;shaving cologne and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;they go out and smell each other."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Karl - age 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Love is when you go out to eat and give somebody most of your&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;French fries without making them give you any of theirs."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chrissy - age 6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Love is what makes you smile when you're tired."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Terri - age 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Love is when my mommy makes coffee for my daddy and she takesa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sip before giving it to him, to make sure the taste is OK."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Danny - age 7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Love is when you kiss all the time. Then when you get tired&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;of kissing, you still want to be together and you talk more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Mommy and Daddy are like that. They look gross when they kiss"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Emily - age 8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Love is what's in the room with you at Christmas if you stop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;opening presents and listen."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bobby - age 7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Wow!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"If you want to learn to love better, you should start with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a friend who you hate,"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nikka - age 6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(we need a few billion more Nikka's on this planet)&lt;br /&gt;_____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Love is when you tell a guy you like his shirt, then he wears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;it everyday."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Noelle - age 7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Love is like a little old woman and a little old man who are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;still friends even after they know each other so well."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tommy - age 6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Love is when Mommy gives Daddy the best piece of chicken."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Elaine-age 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Love is when Mommy sees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Daddy smelly and sweaty and still says&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;he is handsomer than Robert Redford."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chris - age 7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Love is when your puppy licks your face even after you left&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;him alone all day."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mary Ann - age 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I know my older sister loves me because she gives me all her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;old clothes and has to go out and buy new&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ones."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lauren - age 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"When you love somebody, your eyelashes go up and down and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;little stars come out of you." (what an image)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Karen - age 7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Love is when Mommy sees Daddy on the toilet and she doesn't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;think it's gross."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mark - age 6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"You really shouldn't say 'I love you' unless you mean it. But&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;if you mean it, you should say it a lot. People forget."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jessica - age 8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The winner was a four year old child whose next door neighbor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;was an elderly gentleman who had recently lost his wife.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Upon seeing the man cry, the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;little boy went into the old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gentleman's yard, climbed onto his lap, and just sat there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When his Mother asked what he had said to the neighbor, the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;little boy said,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Nothing, I just helped him cry"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30789031-116221575720192561?l=dearbeautiful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearbeautiful.blogspot.com/feeds/116221575720192561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30789031&amp;postID=116221575720192561&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30789031/posts/default/116221575720192561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30789031/posts/default/116221575720192561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearbeautiful.blogspot.com/2006/10/you-skinny-bom-broom.html' title='You skinny bom broom'/><author><name>batwoman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01223247270476347486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://i12.tinypic.com/42j1ceu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30789031.post-116201175236685142</id><published>2006-10-28T12:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T12:16:17.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You tore my heart out</title><content type='html'>oh my boyfriend's funny yo fu sho. and his hair is not spike up now coz he's emo emo and it's down lookie good boy! hahahahaha ilovemyboyfriend :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7255/3308/1600/PICT0009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7255/3308/320/PICT0009.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                       he poses before eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7255/3308/1600/PICT0010.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7255/3308/320/PICT0010.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                       and then he eats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7255/3308/1600/PICT0011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7255/3308/320/PICT0011.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                       and the he washes the dishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;many thanks to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;harriet&lt;/span&gt; for giving me the codes for this skin yay. my boyfriend says it's punk rock. AHAHAHAHAAAAA :D anyway, i've been talking to my teacher and vice principal and thank god, i'm promoting but i had to be pushed up. and if i don't do well for the whole term 1 next year, that's it for me. it's goodbye sec three. but i'll get all the support that i need. there'll be syak, who'll be constantly nagging at me to study AND WILL BE GIVING ME TUITION. all my friends, who'll motivate me and tell me they're here for me. and my parents, who'll threatened me, alot saying i cant study in singapore and blahblahblah. shutup. wheeeeeeeeeee. imisseveryone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30789031-116201175236685142?l=dearbeautiful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearbeautiful.blogspot.com/feeds/116201175236685142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30789031&amp;postID=116201175236685142&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30789031/posts/default/116201175236685142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30789031/posts/default/116201175236685142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearbeautiful.blogspot.com/2006/10/you-tore-my-heart-out.html' title='You tore my heart out'/><author><name>batwoman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01223247270476347486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://i12.tinypic.com/42j1ceu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30789031.post-116142419498412356</id><published>2006-10-21T17:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T12:16:17.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Big mistake</title><content type='html'>I hate myself for being sucha procrastinating bitch. Too much in fact, that it's leading me to this disastrous trouble which shall affect everyone around me. I don't like people worrying for me. (exception for you, boyfriend. i like you worrying) i'd rather worry for myself. My studies are fucked up. It's either i retain or i move on but to a lower stream. And fuck it, i dont want that. I'm so sick of everything. Of eating my own words. Iwas too proud. Iwas too proud.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30789031-116142419498412356?l=dearbeautiful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearbeautiful.blogspot.com/feeds/116142419498412356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30789031&amp;postID=116142419498412356&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30789031/posts/default/116142419498412356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30789031/posts/default/116142419498412356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearbeautiful.blogspot.com/2006/10/big-mistake.html' title='Big mistake'/><author><name>batwoman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01223247270476347486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://i12.tinypic.com/42j1ceu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30789031.post-116118446989901706</id><published>2006-10-18T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T18:53:16.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heaven</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;All i want is the sweetest boy alive who'll declare his love for me every single day &amp;i'll whisper back , just to say , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;I love you a million green peanut butter m&amp;m's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;hello boyfriend. that's for you. thanks for everything you've sacrificed. thank you for saying i'm perfect for you. thank you for staring at me in the eyes just to say i'm beautiful. thank you for appreciating every single moment with me. thank you for making me laugh all the time. thank you for loving me. and thank god, that you're the sweetest boy alive i've been looking for. thank you :]&lt;/span&gt;&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/30789031-116118446989901706?l=dearbeautiful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearbeautiful.blogspot.com/feeds/116118446989901706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30789031&amp;postID=116118446989901706&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30789031/posts/default/116118446989901706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30789031/posts/default/116118446989901706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearbeautiful.blogspot.com/2006/10/heaven.html' title='Heaven'/><author><name>batwoman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01223247270476347486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://i12.tinypic.com/42j1ceu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30789031.post-115996507978235750</id><published>2006-10-04T20:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T12:16:17.478+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shouldn't you be here?</title><content type='html'>Yayyy monkeys i think this new skin is so cherie KING KONG 101. Eoys has started for me since last friday and somehow somehow i'm always late for school. i moved to sembawang i love the house everything pleaseeee. i'm worried for eoys though. no school trw it's mt exam! oh yeahhh i left my whole german paper blank and only did like, 25 marks worth of qns. over 110! juhwhfcurnrurenhgsjdfj!!!! hahah i knowwww. and my german oral was horrible, iwas speaking in english?!?!?!?!? die die die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BABY! YOU'RE COMING OVER MY HOUSE TRW AND MEETING MY MOM , I'M GLADDDDDD. LOVE LOVE LOVE YOU YAYYYY *acts cute kiss* = &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;muacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ewwwwwww hahah i wonder how's everyone i hope you guys are fine. i miss so many people. good luck for those doing N's. and O's are nearing good luck too. hello to all lovely people good night to all lovely people.&lt;/span&gt;&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/30789031-115996507978235750?l=dearbeautiful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearbeautiful.blogspot.com/feeds/115996507978235750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30789031&amp;postID=115996507978235750&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30789031/posts/default/115996507978235750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30789031/posts/default/115996507978235750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearbeautiful.blogspot.com/2006/10/shouldnt-you-be-here.html' title='Shouldn&apos;t you be here?'/><author><name>batwoman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01223247270476347486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://i12.tinypic.com/42j1ceu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30789031.post-115889150195800378</id><published>2006-09-22T10:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T12:16:17.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dump the bra baby</title><content type='html'>And so i got this email and it was suppose to be hilarious. it didn't crack me up though. Gossssh cherie where's your sense of humour? :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9 Things I Hate About Everyone &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. People who point at their wrist while asking for the time.... I know where my watch is pal, where the hell is yours? Do I point at my crotch when I ask where the toilet is? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. People who are willing to get off their ass to search the entire room for the T.V. remote because they refuse to walk to the T.V. and change the channel manually. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 When people say "Oh you just want to have your cake and eat it too". Damn right! What good is cake if you can't eat it? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4 When people say "it's always the last place you look". Of course it is. Why the hell would you keep looking after you've found it? Do people do this? Who and where are they? Gonna Kick their asses! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 When people say while watching a film "did you see that?". No Loser, I paid $12 to come to the cinema and stare at the damn floor. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6 People who ask "Can I ask you a question?".... Didn't really give me a choice there, did ya sunshine? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. When something is 'new and improved!' Which is it? If it's new, then there has never been anything before it. If it's an improvement, then there must have been something before it, couldn't be new. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8 When people say "life is short". What the hell?? Life is the longest damn thing anyone ever does!! What can you do that's longer? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9 When you are waiting for the bus and someone asks "Has the bus come yet?". If the bus came would I be standing here, dumbass? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boyfriend will be fasting for a whole month and i think, i think, i think i won't be seeing him at all. Omg uhdehwfdiucasbhgcadgdiua can i tolerate that ? I have 6hours of detention for skipping class and being late way too many times. I think i should get suspension uhwells the DM likes me. But he added another 2hours coz i've not been turning up. I don't want to. I can't. I have to meet SYAK! ): well i'm meeting him later and i can't wait wait wait. WE'RE GOING TO STUDY YAY I LOVE YOU LET'S LAUGH ALL DAY LONG LIKE WE DID YESTERDAY NIGHT NON STOP BOUT ROLLING STONES. HOW OLD ARE THEY OR STHG YOU GUNDU. GAHHHHHHHH DINASOUR YEARS?!?!?! HAHAH CUTE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30789031-115889150195800378?l=dearbeautiful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearbeautiful.blogspot.com/feeds/115889150195800378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30789031&amp;postID=115889150195800378&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30789031/posts/default/115889150195800378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30789031/posts/default/115889150195800378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearbeautiful.blogspot.com/2006/09/dump-bra-baby.html' title='Dump the bra baby'/><author><name>batwoman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01223247270476347486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://i12.tinypic.com/42j1ceu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30789031.post-115832678833500587</id><published>2006-09-15T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T12:16:17.327+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You make me smile</title><content type='html'>Hello world. My dad turned 40 two days ago. I'm proud of him. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Daddy,&lt;br /&gt;You're 40 now. I can't surprise my friends anymore when they ask how old are you. But it's okay. I still love you. I know you've worked hard for us. You're the bestest father in the whole wide world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Cherie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's okay. I've been trying hard to study. I've skipped way too many lessons , left school a little too early, came to school a little too late. I have to change. I have to!!!! EOYS are near and i'm worried worried. And i miss syak like 24/7 it's horrible. We must always tahan!!!!!!!!! &gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Find a guy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;who calls you beautiful instead of hot.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who calls you&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;back when you hang up on him.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who will stay awake just to watch you&lt;br /&gt;sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wait for the guy who kisses your forehead.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;Who wants to show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;you off to the world when you are in your sweats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who holds your hand in&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;front of his friends.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wait for the one who is constantly reminding you of&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;how much he cares about you and how lucky he is to have you.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait for the&lt;br /&gt;one who turns to his friends and says, "...that's her."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;So my boyfriend has done everything in bold. Three more i guess. Hello please. We're perfect. :)&lt;br /&gt;Baby if you think you've done all this, come tell me okay !?!?!??!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/30789031-115832678833500587?l=dearbeautiful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearbeautiful.blogspot.com/feeds/115832678833500587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30789031&amp;postID=115832678833500587&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30789031/posts/default/115832678833500587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30789031/posts/default/115832678833500587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearbeautiful.blogspot.com/2006/09/you-make-me-smile.html' title='You make me smile'/><author><name>batwoman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01223247270476347486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://i12.tinypic.com/42j1ceu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30789031.post-115815155022498028</id><published>2006-09-13T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T12:16:16.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'>More than words</title><content type='html'>Hello i'm a happy girl. I am an ah lian. And my boyfriend says i should go wack everybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go Cherie ! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30789031-115815155022498028?l=dearbeautiful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearbeautiful.blogspot.com/feeds/115815155022498028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30789031&amp;postID=115815155022498028&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30789031/posts/default/115815155022498028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30789031/posts/default/115815155022498028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearbeautiful.blogspot.com/2006/09/more-than-words.html' title='More than words'/><author><name>batwoman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01223247270476347486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://i12.tinypic.com/42j1ceu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30789031.post-115778722102247988</id><published>2006-09-09T15:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T12:16:16.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nice people</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7255/3308/1600/P1010035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7255/3308/320/P1010035.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zach the gay boy. I swear he's a freaking metrosexual but whatever he's still nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7255/3308/1600/P1010033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7255/3308/320/P1010033.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FATIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello this are nice people i hanged out with on teacher's day? not everyone's inside ! hahah:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7255/3308/1600/2946169165223m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7255/3308/320/2946169165223m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is the boy who makes my heart beat faster and slower at the same time:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: BACK TO CBOX LAH! HALOSCAN SUCKKKKK.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30789031-115778722102247988?l=dearbeautiful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearbeautiful.blogspot.com/feeds/115778722102247988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30789031&amp;postID=115778722102247988&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30789031/posts/default/115778722102247988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30789031/posts/default/115778722102247988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearbeautiful.blogspot.com/2006/09/nice-people.html' title='Nice people'/><author><name>batwoman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01223247270476347486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://i12.tinypic.com/42j1ceu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30789031.post-115772341680636495</id><published>2006-09-08T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T12:16:16.481+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fairytale Fantasy</title><content type='html'>Layout changed yay. And no more tagboard so please PRESS THE ZERO THING WHATEVER IT'S A HALOSCAN !!!!!! :D i'm talking syak now hahah grin laughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm a happy girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30789031-115772341680636495?l=dearbeautiful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearbeautiful.blogspot.com/feeds/115772341680636495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30789031&amp;postID=115772341680636495&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30789031/posts/default/115772341680636495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30789031/posts/default/115772341680636495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearbeautiful.blogspot.com/2006/09/fairytale-fantasy.html' title='Fairytale Fantasy'/><author><name>batwoman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01223247270476347486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://i12.tinypic.com/42j1ceu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30789031.post-115744521679410755</id><published>2006-09-05T16:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T12:16:16.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is this the end?</title><content type='html'>I'm sorry for not updating. soon soon. maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Was this how we ended up? Is it not right if i'm happy now? Am i suppose to feel guilty coz you fell for me and i didn't? Fuck you. Don't you ever talk to me again you fucking selfish jerk.&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/30789031-115744521679410755?l=dearbeautiful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearbeautiful.blogspot.com/feeds/115744521679410755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30789031&amp;postID=115744521679410755&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30789031/posts/default/115744521679410755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30789031/posts/default/115744521679410755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearbeautiful.blogspot.com/2006/09/is-this-end_115744521679410755.html' title='Is this the end?'/><author><name>batwoman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01223247270476347486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://i12.tinypic.com/42j1ceu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30789031.post-115681854519814382</id><published>2006-08-29T10:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T12:16:16.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's final grain of sand</title><content type='html'>I realised alot of people blog about emo stuffs and i, on the other hand, yadder about happy events. okay so now lets get emo. have you ever had a boy calling you late at night just to tell you he can't stop thinking bout you? or get a boy who'll sing your favorite song whenever you're down or whisper i love you's to you everytime you meet ? ah okay let's not talk bout boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom always talk about her dying one day and ask us what will we do. all i could do was to squidge my toes altogether (sounds wrong) and hold back tears. i think i do give my mom a hell lot of trouble but it comes to one thing, i do love her. and the fact that she's older than my dad by five years matters alot. my dad's barely 40. well he will be this september . she kept saying stuffs like , "your dad WILL remarry. he's so young and good-looking." well yes it's true everyone thinks he's my brother or my elder sister's boyfriend. haah but things aren't the same anymore. me and mom don't talk to each other the same way. we're practically yelling at each other all the time. ahhh forget it. let's get happy again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yayyy it'll be teacher's day soon and i'll be meeting farhan, aidil, zach, fatin, fai whoever wheeeee waddar we all can't pretty much waittt .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i love you a million green peanut butter m&amp;amp;m's.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30789031-115681854519814382?l=dearbeautiful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearbeautiful.blogspot.com/feeds/115681854519814382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30789031&amp;postID=115681854519814382&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30789031/posts/default/115681854519814382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30789031/posts/default/115681854519814382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearbeautiful.blogspot.com/2006/08/its-final-grain-of-sand.html' title='It&apos;s final grain of sand'/><author><name>batwoman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01223247270476347486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://i12.tinypic.com/42j1ceu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30789031.post-115631639167789216</id><published>2006-08-23T14:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T12:16:16.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So much further just to know</title><content type='html'>Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii ^^ yesterday i watched An American Hunting and it's suppose to be scary but bestie and i were just laughing throughout the whole movie. well , except this part where he &lt;strong&gt;screamed&lt;/strong&gt; and of course, i laughed harder. i couldn't helped it . actually too , we were supposed to watch The Break-up , until, he lost the tickets. we searched but hell some assfuckers shoudl've found it. stealerssss. err , school's a bore. i think i wake up for school like , 8am almost everydayyy . and the security guards are telling me iam becoming their regular costumer day by day . awh shittt D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i still wanted to say something elso but i forgot. school was fun today thoughhhh laugh and laugh and laugh . and oh i had a very fun phone conversation with Asri yesterday night that guy is funny fu sho ! YAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;emo, screamo songs make me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;flowers make me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;scary movies make me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;cherie makes cherie laugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30789031-115631639167789216?l=dearbeautiful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearbeautiful.blogspot.com/feeds/115631639167789216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30789031&amp;postID=115631639167789216&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30789031/posts/default/115631639167789216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30789031/posts/default/115631639167789216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearbeautiful.blogspot.com/2006/08/so-much-further-just-to-know.html' title='So much further just to know'/><author><name>batwoman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01223247270476347486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://i12.tinypic.com/42j1ceu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30789031.post-115600405061878975</id><published>2006-08-20T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T12:16:16.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KFC</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;table style="border: 1px solid black; width: 325px; height: 196px;" background="#FFFFFF" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;cherie loise marquez lingat --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[adjective]:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tastes like fried chicken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/quiz.php?id=83"&gt;'How will you be defined in the dictionary?'&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;QuizGalaxy.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAYE ALL OF YOU CAN EAT ME NOW .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30789031-115600405061878975?l=dearbeautiful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearbeautiful.blogspot.com/feeds/115600405061878975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30789031&amp;postID=115600405061878975&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30789031/posts/default/115600405061878975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30789031/posts/default/115600405061878975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearbeautiful.blogspot.com/2006/08/kfc.html' title='KFC'/><author><name>batwoman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01223247270476347486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://i12.tinypic.com/42j1ceu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30789031.post-115588439643863975</id><published>2006-08-18T14:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T12:16:15.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wounded hearts</title><content type='html'>Mean people . rawrr , like, everyone only tags my board when i update. eww hate stuffs like this. i forgot when did i last bloggg but whatever . i think ishould stop blogging much and put up photos and pictas and photos. today , japanese students from miyazaki came. they performed and i thinkkkk they're so cute cute cuteee . this japanese english teacher spoke english so fluently and tried to entertain us with jokes. he's pretty funny fu sho. like why do giraffes have long neck , cuz their feet stinks hahah:P and i think the whole school is stoooopid cuz i think iwas the only who laughed lol . if you don't get it , well , ask me whahaha . OH SHITTT GUESS WHAT I'VE GOTTEN BACK MY GERMAN TEST RESULTS AND HOLY MOTHER FUCKER I'VE GOT 3.5 OVER 55 . YAYE THANKS FOR MAKING ME FEEL LIKE AN ASSBAG GOOD FOR NOTHING MOFO . ugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sorry. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30789031-115588439643863975?l=dearbeautiful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearbeautiful.blogspot.com/feeds/115588439643863975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30789031&amp;postID=115588439643863975&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30789031/posts/default/115588439643863975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30789031/posts/default/115588439643863975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearbeautiful.blogspot.com/2006/08/wounded-hearts_18.html' title='Wounded hearts'/><author><name>batwoman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01223247270476347486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://i12.tinypic.com/42j1ceu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30789031.post-115527903344562959</id><published>2006-08-11T14:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T12:16:15.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The regrets we might have</title><content type='html'>So its been 6 days since i turned 15. being 15 is horrible. i can't wait till i turn 16. then no more trying to sneak into NC16 movies. hoho. the second day of my birthday was plain fun. thanks for those who were with me and those who wished me:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuesday i headed to esp to see teh fireworks. nothing too pretty though. i met khairi! haha then something else happened. after my nap i suddenly felt like i woke up at the wrong side of the bed. then i fellt different. gahh so why am i blogging bout this. it gets cherie all emo and blah blah. i can't set my mind straight haaah. i miss so many people right now. jess, liz, bestie. like wow too much emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't think there's much to blog about? yes but i wanna introduce many many people to everybody and so on so catch up. weeeee! and oh i didn't cry over ms chung at all. she's probly too cute comical face. it made laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HI MEET ANTONIA a.k.a ANTY a.k.a ANTHONY LOON, MY BESTIE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7255/3308/1600/27109414465009l.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7255/3308/320/27109414465009l.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes he's my best friend and he like rocks the mostest please. but he scares me sometimes by being way too nice. i think he gave me the best birthday prezzie. weeeeeeeeee lovelovelovehate. NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iam sorry for using this picture of yours but you don't have any solo picta and its so frustrating. well, just in case none of you knows, he's the one in brown. and biswas is the one in white. he's like my late night nocturnal partner or something. hahaha. okay one more person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AMELIA a.k.a TOILET WIFE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7255/3308/1600/31768692332440l.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7255/3308/1600/31768692332440l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7255/3308/320/31768692332440l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;WHY TOILET WIFE? WELL WE GOT TO KNOW EACH OTHER WHEN WERE ON THE TOLIET. AND WE SOMEHOW ALWAYS BUMP INTO EACH OTHER ON THE TOILET. AND WE'RE LIKE PERFECT PARTNERS AND EVERYTHING CUZ WE TALK TOO MUCH RUBBISH AND WE HAVE THE SAME TASTE IN GUYS AND BLAH. AND YES IKNOW SHE'S PRETTY. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ew german class now! D: i love you all.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30789031-115527903344562959?l=dearbeautiful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearbeautiful.blogspot.com/feeds/115527903344562959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30789031&amp;postID=115527903344562959&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30789031/posts/default/115527903344562959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30789031/posts/default/115527903344562959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearbeautiful.blogspot.com/2006/08/regrets-we-might-have.html' title='The regrets we might have'/><author><name>batwoman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01223247270476347486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://i12.tinypic.com/42j1ceu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30789031.post-115501802758353543</id><published>2006-08-08T14:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T12:16:15.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pirate ships</title><content type='html'>HI. ^^ SORRY FOR NOT UPDATING. SOON! HAHA EVERYONE HEAD TO ESP TONIGHT. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30789031-115501802758353543?l=dearbeautiful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearbeautiful.blogspot.com/feeds/115501802758353543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30789031&amp;postID=115501802758353543&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30789031/posts/default/115501802758353543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30789031/posts/default/115501802758353543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearbeautiful.blogspot.com/2006/08/pirate-ships.html' title='Pirate ships'/><author><name>batwoman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01223247270476347486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://i12.tinypic.com/42j1ceu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30789031.post-115450235205299744</id><published>2006-08-02T14:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T12:16:15.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last chance for one last dance</title><content type='html'>Ms Chung's leaving us on friday. she has to go for further studies. but well the school is still in singapore but everyone will miss her like @#$%^&amp;amp;*! she's like my favorite-st teacher of all the teachers so yeah. some of the girls cried today when she told us just now. HA I'LL CRY ON FRIDAY. well yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know, i wanna blog about smthg every woman who'll ever get married SHOULD be proud of very much. well, my parents are having this tiff and yeah my mom kept my dad out of the room and its been two days. what i realised is, the wives are usually the one throwing their husbands out of the room. i mean, men can't actually throw women out, that just sounds wrong. its either the women choose to sleep somewhere or throw the guys out. haha but its a good thing, no? i mean who would ever wanna get married to some guy and its the girl who's forever tagging along. its gross. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrighty german class. oh, did i mention common tests has started? i feel screwed. ugh i hope i pass and i can go out and everything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you farted consistently for 6 years and 9 months, enough gas is produced to create the energy of an atomic bomb.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;3 more days till cherie's birthday! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30789031-115450235205299744?l=dearbeautiful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearbeautiful.blogspot.com/feeds/115450235205299744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30789031&amp;postID=115450235205299744&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30789031/posts/default/115450235205299744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30789031/posts/default/115450235205299744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearbeautiful.blogspot.com/2006/08/last-chance-for-one-last-dance.html' title='Last chance for one last dance'/><author><name>batwoman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01223247270476347486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://i12.tinypic.com/42j1ceu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30789031.post-115435938042876162</id><published>2006-07-31T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T12:16:15.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture perfect</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SORRY BUT I GOTTA DELETE THEM OFF. SO JUST UHM CLICK AT THESE LINKS FOR PICTURES DURING LIZ'S BIRTHDAY PARTY UGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s94.photobucket.com/albums/l104/WizTheGreat/lizz_bdayparty/"&gt;http://s94.photobucket.com/albums/l104/WizTheGreat/lizz_bdayparty/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s29.photobucket.com/albums/c284/jezz__/30-07-2006/"&gt;http://s29.photobucket.com/albums/c284/jezz__/30-07-2006/&lt;/a&gt;&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/30789031-115435938042876162?l=dearbeautiful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearbeautiful.blogspot.com/feeds/115435938042876162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30789031&amp;postID=115435938042876162&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30789031/posts/default/115435938042876162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30789031/posts/default/115435938042876162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearbeautiful.blogspot.com/2006/07/picture-perfect.html' title='Picture perfect'/><author><name>batwoman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01223247270476347486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://i12.tinypic.com/42j1ceu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30789031.post-115433577800399253</id><published>2006-07-31T16:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T12:16:15.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My summer romance</title><content type='html'>3, 2 , 1. YAYZAA! ^^ yesterday was darlin' liz's birthday. we had so much fun. me and jess planned the whole thing. and cone wants to take all the credit! ugh haha. this are the people who came :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherie ! , Jess, Jasmine, Natashia, Pamela, Iskandar &lt;3 , Zullie, Man, Rico, Joyce, Mary, Andrew, Cone, Douglas, Josh, Wiz, Raphael, the two girls ( we were never introduced)  and liz!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met up with jess, jas, nat, pam and some of the guys to go grocery shopping. we had pretty much fun. we're a bunch of free loaders!!! hahaha then yeah we couldn't find any charcoal and fire starters so raphael bought it for us. ( he did all the bbq-ing, he's so nice!) then we left the ice at 7-11, paragon. we forgot to buy the grill too. jess said we're bbq retards. haha we didn't have alot of food but it was awesome. joyce and jas wanted to push pam into the pool but they both got dragged in. poor joyce her bag, mp3, phone, all's wet! hahaha and she was already leaving. zullie and rico couldn't stopped crapping, they're just so funny. man is funny too i think he's not that shy anymore:) me and iskandar had alot of lift rides. and its like glass lift and everyone said they saw both of us making out. whatthehell. so wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cam whore. everything went fine except about the spoiler bitch who gave liz an idea bout the party. he scolded everybody and said fuck us all. grrr jess said he's gonna strike him off every social event. everyone laughed. it was so funny. weeeeeeeeeeeeee i love everyone! parents came to pick me up at 11. mom met jas, she likes her very much. haha i love her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JESS WE'RE AWESOME PARTY PLANNERS I LOVE YOU PLS. MY QUEEN! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIZ I LOVE YOU. 17 BABY! MWAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;5 more days till cherie's birthday!!!! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30789031-115433577800399253?l=dearbeautiful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearbeautiful.blogspot.com/feeds/115433577800399253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30789031&amp;postID=115433577800399253&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30789031/posts/default/115433577800399253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30789031/posts/default/115433577800399253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearbeautiful.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-summer-romance.html' title='My summer romance'/><author><name>batwoman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01223247270476347486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://i12.tinypic.com/42j1ceu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30789031.post-115417755453869122</id><published>2006-07-29T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T12:16:15.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is all fucked up</title><content type='html'>Hello. common tests starts tuesday. iam pretty much dead but iam not prepared to get grounded for the rest of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;AND I LOVE YOU LIKE WHOA.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;7 MORE DAYS TILL CHERIE'S BIRTHDAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30789031-115417755453869122?l=dearbeautiful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearbeautiful.blogspot.com/feeds/115417755453869122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30789031&amp;postID=115417755453869122&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30789031/posts/default/115417755453869122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30789031/posts/default/115417755453869122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearbeautiful.blogspot.com/2006/07/this-is-all-fucked-up.html' title='This is all fucked up'/><author><name>batwoman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01223247270476347486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://i12.tinypic.com/42j1ceu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30789031.post-115397160122924210</id><published>2006-07-27T11:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T12:16:15.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Iam in your heart tonight</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7255/3308/1600/pretty.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7255/3308/320/pretty.0.jpg" alt="" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its cherie and jasmine yo.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A life made of memories gone so young.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre   style="font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;ps: My xanga site has been shut down so no more!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;9 more days till cherie's birthday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30789031-115397160122924210?l=dearbeautiful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearbeautiful.blogspot.com/feeds/115397160122924210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30789031&amp;postID=115397160122924210&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30789031/posts/default/115397160122924210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30789031/posts/default/115397160122924210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearbeautiful.blogspot.com/2006/07/iam-in-your-heart-tonight.html' title='Iam in your heart tonight'/><author><name>batwoman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01223247270476347486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://i12.tinypic.com/42j1ceu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30789031.post-115390005086123225</id><published>2006-07-26T15:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T12:16:15.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can almost hear you breathing</title><content type='html'>Okay there's some mistakes on the previous previous post. so i actually looked up the lyrics of the song. and it actually goes, &lt;strong&gt;i wish upon a SATELLITE.&lt;/strong&gt; okay its still funny for me. haha hello me and isk met up for a mere 2 hours. we had fun at courts, he said iam just snap weird. i don't complete my sentences. and jp came in the library and he called me, MONKEY HAIR. i just hate neat hair and its not my fault it falls all over the place, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school pretty much sucked today. my class is full of racists. urgh. but hell, all are chinese. iam the only NOT pure chinese. and michelle, of course. she's still not back in school. HEY, EVERYONE THOUGHT YOU LEFT ALREADY. but then again, they know you ain't leaving. sorry for the plain plain skin ppl. i just can't find anything pretty pretty. so bear with it or find me a nice one. ^^ pls tell me if my font's pretty big. i want it smallie smallie. i had a hard time actually editing this skin so pls pls tell me if it looks screwed. haaaaaaaaaaaaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;german class in an hour. i don't hate german. its just not maaaaa thaaaaaaaang.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30789031-115390005086123225?l=dearbeautiful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearbeautiful.blogspot.com/feeds/115390005086123225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30789031&amp;postID=115390005086123225&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30789031/posts/default/115390005086123225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30789031/posts/default/115390005086123225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearbeautiful.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-can-almost-hear-you-breathing.html' title='I can almost hear you breathing'/><author><name>batwoman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01223247270476347486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://i12.tinypic.com/42j1ceu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30789031.post-115379386414897653</id><published>2006-07-25T10:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T12:16:15.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You fall in love, then break your heart</title><content type='html'>So sunday i went out with lizz, jas, jesslyn and zullie's band. we met iskandar:), man?, rico, firdaus and yeah i forgot already. zullie was mean he didn't really talk to us. he told us we missed his performance and he blamed it on us being girls. (cuz girls are always late) then they played pool and we tagged along. after that me, jess and lizz went window shopping. the bpught me an early birthday present. haha my feet hurts really bad cuz of the new pumps and they bought me slippers!!!1 haha thank you loves! then we spent a long time in topshop. even making friends with random ppl. haha! oh did i mention my dad didn't allow me to actually hang out with outside friends cuz iam still grounded? so i begged almost everyone in church to hang out with me. but hell, the mean ppl, said no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now's like IT day. i can't log in at all. its dumb shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;11 more days till cherie's birthday! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30789031-115379386414897653?l=dearbeautiful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearbeautiful.blogspot.com/feeds/115379386414897653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30789031&amp;postID=115379386414897653&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30789031/posts/default/115379386414897653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30789031/posts/default/115379386414897653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearbeautiful.blogspot.com/2006/07/you-fall-in-love-then-break-your-heart.html' title='You fall in love, then break your heart'/><author><name>batwoman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01223247270476347486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://i12.tinypic.com/42j1ceu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30789031.post-115329296277340070</id><published>2006-07-19T14:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T12:16:15.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And its gonna be cold without your arms</title><content type='html'>Hello iam meeting lizz. its jess' birthday! iam waiting for them to leave the school. so longgggggggggggg. iam gonna surprise her! anyway there's this song by The Ataris, The day the lights went out or something. i forgot. and the chorus goes like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If i could have one wish &lt;strong&gt;tonight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'd wish upon a &lt;strong&gt;sunlight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;to being me back to you (x2)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and zhi hao asked me. HOW CAN IT BE A TONIGHT AND YOU WISH UPON THE SUNLIGHT? and i laughed. i laughed for a long time. and i stopped. its funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people leave us and its a fact. they die.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30789031-115329296277340070?l=dearbeautiful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearbeautiful.blogspot.com/feeds/115329296277340070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30789031&amp;postID=115329296277340070&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30789031/posts/default/115329296277340070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30789031/posts/default/115329296277340070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearbeautiful.blogspot.com/2006/07/and-its-gonna-be-cold-without-your.html' title='And its gonna be cold without your arms'/><author><name>batwoman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01223247270476347486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://i12.tinypic.com/42j1ceu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30789031.post-115276380469089365</id><published>2006-07-13T12:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T12:16:15.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And i miss you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://WWW.RETARDPATROL.BLOGSPOT.COM/"&gt;http://WWW.RETARDPATROL.BLOGSPOT.COM/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think they're pretty funny. its english now and we're in the lab. i think my teacher sucks. he doesn't teach us anything. he bribes us though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;maybe i just don't like you. screw.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30789031-115276380469089365?l=dearbeautiful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearbeautiful.blogspot.com/feeds/115276380469089365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30789031&amp;postID=115276380469089365&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30789031/posts/default/115276380469089365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30789031/posts/default/115276380469089365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearbeautiful.blogspot.com/2006/07/and-i-miss-you.html' title='And i miss you'/><author><name>batwoman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01223247270476347486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://i12.tinypic.com/42j1ceu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30789031.post-115268864230628406</id><published>2006-07-12T15:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T12:16:14.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So lets make this memory last</title><content type='html'>I can't believe i have to BEG my dad if i wanna go for baybeats. my teacher's good intentions ripped me off my freedom. i.hate.it. so after an hour searching for a new blogskin, i still couldn't find anything NICE and iam kinda pissed off. i have german in an hour and a half but hell. iam being a really good girl. doing all my homeworks, listening 24/7 in class. i wish my dad's right there with me in school then he'll un-ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i remember being really mean in primary school. cuz i didn't like the chinese girls, i always made fun of them. but iam better now. i used to pull their hair, take ther rubber bands and throw up an incoming bus. and they'll come home to mommy. and then they'll call me. haha. we see each other sometimes and they can't believe i have somehow grown up. no more bad tricks. although now, my class is being bombarded with my lame jokes. too much. i like all the boys in my class cuz they laugh at all my jokes. which is really neat. (i usually laugh alone at my own jokes.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think boys are cute but they suck. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh. i think iam a big crybaby. i'll cry whenever the teachers talk to my dad. i'll say iam okay then ten secs later, i'll be crying again. it sucks but iam a crybaby. ew.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30789031-115268864230628406?l=dearbeautiful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearbeautiful.blogspot.com/feeds/115268864230628406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30789031&amp;postID=115268864230628406&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30789031/posts/default/115268864230628406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30789031/posts/default/115268864230628406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearbeautiful.blogspot.com/2006/07/so-lets-make-this-memory-last.html' title='So lets make this memory last'/><author><name>batwoman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01223247270476347486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://i12.tinypic.com/42j1ceu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30789031.post-115241215984506724</id><published>2006-07-09T10:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T12:16:14.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Under the stars</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v373/xlurvex/bbeats.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really hope i can make it this. i could just die man. gahh okay. shit. its so early in morning now and iam awake! why oh why.  i have some meeting later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30789031-115241215984506724?l=dearbeautiful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearbeautiful.blogspot.com/feeds/115241215984506724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30789031&amp;postID=115241215984506724&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30789031/posts/default/115241215984506724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30789031/posts/default/115241215984506724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearbeautiful.blogspot.com/2006/07/under-stars.html' title='Under the stars'/><author><name>batwoman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01223247270476347486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://i12.tinypic.com/42j1ceu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30789031.post-115234556081893178</id><published>2006-07-08T15:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T12:16:14.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I never thought we'd be here</title><content type='html'>Well hello. apisz and i were talking about how we'll meet SOON and i'll help him ask cute girls for their number. This was his nick last time : &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;I Love Siti Hajar Binte Isa. From St. Hilda's. She is big but cute. She puts a hair clip on top of her hair.&lt;/span&gt; hahahaha! he doesn't even know the girl. he said he pretended to like her when he saw her enter macs. LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT. haha he's really mean. returddddd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AND OH OH. CHERIE'S GROUNDED TILL I-DON'T-KNOW WHEN. BUT YES. SHE GOT CAUGHT SKIPPING SCHOOL AND HER PARENTS FOUND OUT ABOUT HER BAD RESULTS WHEN SHE HAS ALREADY SUCCEDED INTO HIDING IT FROM THEM &gt;:( &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sexy.namedecoder.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="Charming Hottie Exchanging Recreation and Intense Embraces" src="http://sexy.namedecoder.com/webimages/rose-f-CHERIE.png" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;this is so cute.&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/30789031-115234556081893178?l=dearbeautiful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearbeautiful.blogspot.com/feeds/115234556081893178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30789031&amp;postID=115234556081893178&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30789031/posts/default/115234556081893178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30789031/posts/default/115234556081893178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearbeautiful.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-never-thought-wed-be-here.html' title='I never thought we&apos;d be here'/><author><name>batwoman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01223247270476347486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://i12.tinypic.com/42j1ceu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30789031.post-115228150530157522</id><published>2006-07-07T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T12:16:14.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Caught in the headlights</title><content type='html'>Ahhh well hello. i have changed link once again. pls do tag my board of you want your blog links up. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/edit&lt;br /&gt;i've been on the com for i dunno how many hours. my sockets are red, painful, potruding out. ew gross.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30789031-115228150530157522?l=dearbeautiful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearbeautiful.blogspot.com/feeds/115228150530157522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30789031&amp;postID=115228150530157522&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30789031/posts/default/115228150530157522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30789031/posts/default/115228150530157522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearbeautiful.blogspot.com/2006/07/caught-in-headlights.html' title='Caught in the headlights'/><author><name>batwoman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01223247270476347486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://i12.tinypic.com/42j1ceu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
