<?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-1266052888200653723</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:54:26.594-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*chloe{hearts}xoxo</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloeheartsxoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1266052888200653723/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloeheartsxoxo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16681244761916292966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1266052888200653723.post-1348399412017672317</id><published>2009-03-10T08:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T08:57:05.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God and I, against EOS5</title><content type='html'>A good news. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just received a letter (actually 9 hours ago) that said I have been offered to transfer to University of Queensland today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I know who to be thankful for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU GOD!!!!!! THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One door open. Two doors to go. Knock knock knock knock knock!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOD PLEASE, I BEG YOU, PLEASE LET ME PASS EOS5!!!!! PLEASE OPEN THE SECOND DOOR FOR ME!!! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, I realleh like the title today la, "God and I, against EOS5"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should write a song about it. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1266052888200653723-1348399412017672317?l=chloeheartsxoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloeheartsxoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/1348399412017672317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1266052888200653723&amp;postID=1348399412017672317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1266052888200653723/posts/default/1348399412017672317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1266052888200653723/posts/default/1348399412017672317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloeheartsxoxo.blogspot.com/2009/03/god-and-i-against-eos5.html' title='God and I, against EOS5'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16681244761916292966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1266052888200653723.post-2525877729163646007</id><published>2009-02-23T04:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T04:56:24.409-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just realized I miss the Singapore trip in 2007 a lot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, really A LOT. A LOT. A LOT. A LOT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoos, I wanna confess something. I have been, er.... Okay, what I wanna say is that... I won't be blogging in this blog anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As in, I have a new blog somewhere, waiting for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW LA, I KNOW!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't kill me lar. Seriously. I know this is like the 3rd time I have been switching blogs, blog hopping, blog abandoning... whatever you wanna call it. If I have the time, I will explain why okay. In the meantime... if you want access to the new blog (I don't know why you want to tho. Go read www.cheeserland.com or something. My life is only all about cupcakes and monkeys and my emoness), email me and then I will invite you. But seriously, I don't count on any of you to do that. =p I scared later my secrets terbongkar and then I have to move to Papua New Guinea or something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, I will still blog here la. Will stop blogging when I say so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With no love or watsoever, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chloe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1266052888200653723-2525877729163646007?l=chloeheartsxoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloeheartsxoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/2525877729163646007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1266052888200653723&amp;postID=2525877729163646007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1266052888200653723/posts/default/2525877729163646007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1266052888200653723/posts/default/2525877729163646007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloeheartsxoxo.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-just-realized-i-miss-singapore-trip.html' title=''/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16681244761916292966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1266052888200653723.post-5392499864766699421</id><published>2009-02-20T01:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T02:09:52.762-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>D has struck again by saying that his brachialis(superficial and lateral side forearm) is made up of CRAB MEAT. Therefore, asking me to bite his arm. O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also said that I am capable of stripping the crabs naked for dinner later [which was yesterday]. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you expect me to response to said situation? ALL I COULD DO IS JUST LAUGH AT HIS FACE. (Laughter was intensified by the expression of his face too. HAHA, sorry D!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D ah D... Why are you so...&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; funny&lt;/span&gt; one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one thing for sure tho, it was nice seeing you being so nice and sincere to her.  Which, you know, kinda convince me that u are actually a nice guy after all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, if only you could please stop bullying me 24/7. PLEASE I BEG OF YOU. FORGIVE ME FOR BEING SO SHORT AND TINY!!! I didn't ask to be this way! T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate repro system. HATE IT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1266052888200653723-5392499864766699421?l=chloeheartsxoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloeheartsxoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/5392499864766699421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1266052888200653723&amp;postID=5392499864766699421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1266052888200653723/posts/default/5392499864766699421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1266052888200653723/posts/default/5392499864766699421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloeheartsxoxo.blogspot.com/2009/02/d-has-struck-again-by-saying-that-his.html' title=''/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16681244761916292966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1266052888200653723.post-7673557589614316531</id><published>2008-10-01T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T08:34:54.421-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This girl sings Ta~*</title><content type='html'>Just a shortie post before I get some ZzzZZZzzZz. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I might have found a substitute for my currently comatose/in-critical-condition z610i. *sobs* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fingers crossed, I hope I can still find it... since it's a 3 year old phone and I am not sure whether the market still supplies it or not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, did I mention how much I loathe new phone designs? They are so ugly!!! Bulky, tacky and...*gives you a disgusted look*  No offence. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Most&lt;/span&gt; are still forgivable but others have this huge "LOSER" word stamped on them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg, I am a phone-bitch now. Hahahaha! =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a totally random note, I think my brother looks like an orangutan now. He has evolved from a skinny monkey to an orangutan.=) Improvement. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;And&lt;/span&gt; I meant that lovingly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beauty sleep awaits! Ta~*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1266052888200653723-7673557589614316531?l=chloeheartsxoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloeheartsxoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/7673557589614316531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1266052888200653723&amp;postID=7673557589614316531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1266052888200653723/posts/default/7673557589614316531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1266052888200653723/posts/default/7673557589614316531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloeheartsxoxo.blogspot.com/2008/10/this-girl-sings-ta.html' title='This girl sings Ta~*'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16681244761916292966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1266052888200653723.post-7515339549128195935</id><published>2008-09-30T05:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T07:46:32.202-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Of suicidal phones, shiny bags and gold medal</title><content type='html'>To cut the suicidal story short. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, I was chatting with Seeki, Wilkinson and Kor Woi by the third floor railing outside the library. My hands were then preoccupied with my pink Zenstone, my papers, my pen and my phone. Suddenly in the midst of my fidgeting, my phone and Zenstone slipped!!! On reflex, Wilkinson tried to save both items but the phone just bounced happily out of his hands and... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QxtIIJf9T0M/SOIZwdRRvcI/AAAAAAAAACw/CiXIRJKzRPA/s1600-h/broken.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QxtIIJf9T0M/SOIZwdRRvcI/AAAAAAAAACw/CiXIRJKzRPA/s320/broken.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251788435748928962" /&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;&lt;br /&gt;Horrors! My phone committed suicide on the 25th September 2008, around 11.30 a.m... just like that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have always wondered what would happen if someone dropped his/her wallet, camera, phone from the 2nd and 3rd floor... But little did I know that I would be the one witnessing firsthand!! My nightmare came true!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QxtIIJf9T0M/SOIy989_XII/AAAAAAAAAEI/hXSLPRbpO2Y/s1600-h/DSC02487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QxtIIJf9T0M/SOIy989_XII/AAAAAAAAAEI/hXSLPRbpO2Y/s320/DSC02487.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251816155386961026" /&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; &lt;br /&gt;Never underestimate my Z610i. It's a resilient little thing and only suffered minor minor scratches from all sorts of trauma to date. Until that day.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But too bad la... a fall from three floors down isn't just gonna give my phone little scratches. Surprisingly, the exterior was still okay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QxtIIJf9T0M/SOIgUjwGxyI/AAAAAAAAADI/Ktl89MO3E8A/s1600-h/DSC02480.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QxtIIJf9T0M/SOIgUjwGxyI/AAAAAAAAADI/Ktl89MO3E8A/s320/DSC02480.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251795653033903906" /&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the LCD screen is ... &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QxtIIJf9T0M/SOIiX_mqceI/AAAAAAAAADQ/CQD0aXY4PKA/s1600-h/DSC02485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QxtIIJf9T0M/SOIiX_mqceI/AAAAAAAAADQ/CQD0aXY4PKA/s320/DSC02485.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251797911073354210" /&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;&lt;br /&gt;SHATTERED! &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;*BIG SIGH* Damn sad now. I really really liked that phone lor! My mom still dare to laugh and thinks that I did it on purpose in an attempt to get a new phone. LIES! Who in the right mind would go to that extreme to throw a perfectly good/pretty/pink phone from the 3rd floor?!! It might have killed somebody who happened to walk past by! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I invested so much on it too!! I went and customized it with the most beautiful back all the way from Takashimaya. Now it's gone! GONE! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QxtIIJf9T0M/SOIe3mkNHfI/AAAAAAAAAC4/vVd28bC3ToQ/s1600-h/DSC02481.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QxtIIJf9T0M/SOIe3mkNHfI/AAAAAAAAAC4/vVd28bC3ToQ/s320/DSC02481.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251794056061459954" /&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;&lt;br /&gt;=( *shows everyone a very sad face* And I tell you hor.. repairing it is damn expensive! Don't know whether the phone technicians are trying to con my money or not. And getting a new pink phone is like finding a needle in the haystack! Besides Z610i, I don't know any other phones that is functionally good, stylish and pink! I like to think that Z610i was made for me *perhaps it is* but now it's gone!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can anyone recommend me a pink phone that I can use while I decide on what to do with my comatose Z610i? =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, sadness aside. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wilkinson told me in order to prevent my future phones from committing more suicides, I should get a bag to keep my stuff in. This would only work I don't blur blur go and drop my bag from 3rd floor again la. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So out of nowhere, I got myself a bag! I did this in the spur of the the moment just before going to Euphoria. Just like my ZenStone, my Voir bag and I are fated! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QxtIIJf9T0M/SOIo59w9OaI/AAAAAAAAADY/v1T2w4Twopo/s1600-h/DSC02435.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QxtIIJf9T0M/SOIo59w9OaI/AAAAAAAAADY/v1T2w4Twopo/s320/DSC02435.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251805091764976034" /&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;&lt;br /&gt;So pretty! See the sparkles? Not photoshopped! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QxtIIJf9T0M/SOIpxTpkGiI/AAAAAAAAADg/6BXfmkTyW1o/s1600-h/DSC02478.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QxtIIJf9T0M/SOIpxTpkGiI/AAAAAAAAADg/6BXfmkTyW1o/s320/DSC02478.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251806042532354594" /&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Voir with Bernice Liu's pretty face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And speaking of shiny, sparkly stuffs...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QxtIIJf9T0M/SOIrkiHG3QI/AAAAAAAAADo/l3ySDmItOJs/s1600-h/DSC02421.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QxtIIJf9T0M/SOIrkiHG3QI/AAAAAAAAADo/l3ySDmItOJs/s320/DSC02421.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251808022099320066" /&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;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a medal!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QxtIIJf9T0M/SOIsl6jO4rI/AAAAAAAAADw/jJfd6r2vQPk/s1600-h/DSC02424.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QxtIIJf9T0M/SOIsl6jO4rI/AAAAAAAAADw/jJfd6r2vQPk/s320/DSC02424.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251809145351234226" /&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;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerleading! Best showmanship! I like the jumping girl! Woooohoooo! Thanks to Pei-Wen for making the effort to fight for DIAMONDS, to give us what we deserve. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "Best Showmanship" title still doesn't really capture DIAMONDS' true performance. But I am happy enough to know that despite whatever has happened, we have a medal to at least document our hard work and efforts. And it came with GOLD! :D  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QxtIIJf9T0M/SOIu1lba-dI/AAAAAAAAAEA/eM7cKjl0DtM/s1600-h/kissmedal.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QxtIIJf9T0M/SOIu1lba-dI/AAAAAAAAAEA/eM7cKjl0DtM/s320/kissmedal.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251811613582490066" /&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;&lt;br /&gt;Sucha a long post. I shall end this post with a Mwahs! I{heart} my new Voir bag and my medal! ;) and all of you of course.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1266052888200653723-7515339549128195935?l=chloeheartsxoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloeheartsxoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/7515339549128195935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1266052888200653723&amp;postID=7515339549128195935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1266052888200653723/posts/default/7515339549128195935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1266052888200653723/posts/default/7515339549128195935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloeheartsxoxo.blogspot.com/2008/09/of-suicidal-phones-shiny-bags-and-gold.html' title='Of suicidal phones, shiny bags and gold medal'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16681244761916292966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QxtIIJf9T0M/SOIZwdRRvcI/AAAAAAAAACw/CiXIRJKzRPA/s72-c/broken.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1266052888200653723.post-6810144714941166569</id><published>2008-09-29T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T07:55:34.657-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SHIT!</title><content type='html'>What did I do?! My whole previous post is gone!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!@#%&amp;*~!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1266052888200653723-6810144714941166569?l=chloeheartsxoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloeheartsxoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/6810144714941166569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1266052888200653723&amp;postID=6810144714941166569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1266052888200653723/posts/default/6810144714941166569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1266052888200653723/posts/default/6810144714941166569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloeheartsxoxo.blogspot.com/2008/09/shit.html' title='SHIT!'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16681244761916292966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1266052888200653723.post-3852345431338748968</id><published>2008-09-22T11:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T11:26:55.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweetly Bitter</title><content type='html'>TIRED DAY.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast at Ikea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought it was fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting with the ball committee? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhn-uhn. Not so fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was quite amused by how today can turn out to be so &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;interesting&lt;/span&gt;. Normally, when a day goes good or bad, it remains as either one. Singularly good or singularly bad. But that's it. Seldom do I encounter a day where it can be both sweet and bitter. But too bad la. Life is &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;horrendous&lt;/span&gt;. Must learn to savour the sweetness and swallow the bitterness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IRONY.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I think I should stop listening to emo songs eventho' I have no one or nothing to emo over and about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I am in the wrong place at the wrong time. But I am determined to succeed in everyway I can; pushing and pursuing in what I believe, is my passion. So every other thing? Must. forget. about. it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will meet him. Someday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1266052888200653723-3852345431338748968?l=chloeheartsxoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloeheartsxoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/3852345431338748968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1266052888200653723&amp;postID=3852345431338748968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1266052888200653723/posts/default/3852345431338748968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1266052888200653723/posts/default/3852345431338748968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloeheartsxoxo.blogspot.com/2008/09/sweetly-bitter.html' title='Sweetly Bitter'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16681244761916292966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1266052888200653723.post-178125916071965799</id><published>2008-09-21T08:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T10:38:27.715-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Heart What I have</title><content type='html'>Superbly Happy!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I have done the right thing! I've made the happiest purchase of my life today! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, maybe not. I haven't come around to buying the Pink Toshiba laptop that I wanted, or my Celica... but yeah, can consider this as one of my happiest purchase la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annnnnnnnnddd the best part was that I didn't even plan it at all! *yeah, would you please believe that I seriously didn't plan to be a shopaholic at all??* I just ter-stumbled upon it while I was walking around MV, looking wide-eyed and lost...nah, you tell me, how can this not be &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;fate&lt;/span&gt;?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahaHAHAHAHAAhahahahahahahaHAHAHAHAHA! *mad laughter* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shut up Chloe. =x &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QxtIIJf9T0M/SNZ65IFHABI/AAAAAAAAACA/CFA0oxOlgCo/s1600-h/DSC02285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QxtIIJf9T0M/SNZ65IFHABI/AAAAAAAAACA/CFA0oxOlgCo/s320/DSC02285.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248517537586937874" /&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;See?! So beautiful la... It's &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;MY&lt;/span&gt; pink Creative Zen Stone plus! &lt;3 &lt;3 &lt;3 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QxtIIJf9T0M/SNZ8EErYFoI/AAAAAAAAACI/2Y-R0DwSx5Q/s1600-h/DSC02286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QxtIIJf9T0M/SNZ8EErYFoI/AAAAAAAAACI/2Y-R0DwSx5Q/s320/DSC02286.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248518825163888258" /&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;Close up close up! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QxtIIJf9T0M/SNZ9JuoSY4I/AAAAAAAAACQ/QRDGQ4SrqLo/s1600-h/DSC02291.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QxtIIJf9T0M/SNZ9JuoSY4I/AAAAAAAAACQ/QRDGQ4SrqLo/s320/DSC02291.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248520021836194690" /&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;Its pink little butt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QxtIIJf9T0M/SNZ9lalay4I/AAAAAAAAACY/K09Qp9tabdg/s1600-h/DSC02295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QxtIIJf9T0M/SNZ9lalay4I/AAAAAAAAACY/K09Qp9tabdg/s320/DSC02295.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248520497491790722" /&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;&lt;br /&gt;My other spendings for the day. Cinema tix to watch The Other Boleyn Girl with Qian Hui, Marissa, Amy, Sook Yee and my favourite Jap Magazine. I liked the movie enough  but it was a bit traumatizing to watch. Qian Hui totally covered her whole head when Anne Boleyn's head got swished off! Makes me a lil'bit braver... now that I think about it.;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QxtIIJf9T0M/SNaAKuv9ZkI/AAAAAAAAACg/Eb0Y3pTwVJ8/s1600-h/DSC02284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QxtIIJf9T0M/SNaAKuv9ZkI/AAAAAAAAACg/Eb0Y3pTwVJ8/s320/DSC02284.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248523337583126082" /&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;My obsession with pink objects. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QxtIIJf9T0M/SNaAmHYDtAI/AAAAAAAAACo/pbCK4zTpoTQ/s1600-h/Picture+604.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QxtIIJf9T0M/SNaAmHYDtAI/AAAAAAAAACo/pbCK4zTpoTQ/s320/Picture+604.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248523808050230274" /&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;A total random pic! Tis' to show I sometimes {heart} myself too much. LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiyo, I Love my Mp3 a lot! Welcome to the family! *Kisses*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1266052888200653723-178125916071965799?l=chloeheartsxoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloeheartsxoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/178125916071965799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1266052888200653723&amp;postID=178125916071965799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1266052888200653723/posts/default/178125916071965799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1266052888200653723/posts/default/178125916071965799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloeheartsxoxo.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-heart-what-i-have.html' title='I Heart What I have'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16681244761916292966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QxtIIJf9T0M/SNZ65IFHABI/AAAAAAAAACA/CFA0oxOlgCo/s72-c/DSC02285.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1266052888200653723.post-4050445598371909500</id><published>2008-09-20T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T08:16:13.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks Muchly</title><content type='html'>{Thank you by Bleach} &lt;br /&gt;"To the people who have always supported me&lt;br /&gt;I've put you in my rhapsody of everyday thoughts&lt;br /&gt;I hope my feelings of appreciation will reach you&lt;br /&gt;Thank you as always. Really, thank you&lt;br /&gt;No matter where you are I'll always be thankful you exist"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QxtIIJf9T0M/SNZh45n2SlI/AAAAAAAAAB4/iCSf_AIANEc/s1600-h/n639188407_1451845_6063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QxtIIJf9T0M/SNZh45n2SlI/AAAAAAAAAB4/iCSf_AIANEc/s320/n639188407_1451845_6063.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248490045915417170" /&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;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;DIAMONDS (M107) - The best sportsmanship team 2008 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ada, Alyssa, Christy, Bikash, Denise, Dominic, Eugene, Jenan, Jolene, Lilian, Liyen, Michelle, Nagen, Pei-Wen, Qian Hui, Rachel, Sook Yeen, Siew Kim, Tjun Hoe, Wilkinson. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for putting up with little ol' me for all that screaming, yelling and bla bla bla. You know I love you guys! I am hoping the guys won't take it wrongly and puke. You know I am meaning it in the most professional way possible!  Ahems. =p   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Ek Guan, Kien Jeen and Huey Ning for helping me with the props! You guys are the best prop-ists! Whooo hooo! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Froggie, what can I say la.. thanks for supporting me eventho you could have shown it more emphatically? But nevertheless, thank you for being there! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who else ah? Oh! Thank you to all my batchmates from M107!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly, to Jasper and his friends, Jocelyn, Matthew and Angie... Thanks for coming all the way from iDunnoWhere to see some stranger perform! Hahaha! I hope Jasper will belanja you nicely for this! =) Thank you Inferior One. Don't pretend I didn't know you were camwhoring the whole time in my uni ah! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When you turn around I WILL BE THERE&lt;br /&gt;JUST FOREVER like you said&lt;br /&gt;When you turn around I WILL BE THERE&lt;br /&gt;JUST FOREVER like you said"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIAMONDS ARE FOREVER.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1266052888200653723-4050445598371909500?l=chloeheartsxoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloeheartsxoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/4050445598371909500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1266052888200653723&amp;postID=4050445598371909500' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1266052888200653723/posts/default/4050445598371909500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1266052888200653723/posts/default/4050445598371909500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloeheartsxoxo.blogspot.com/2008/09/thanks-muchly.html' title='Thanks Muchly'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16681244761916292966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QxtIIJf9T0M/SNZh45n2SlI/AAAAAAAAAB4/iCSf_AIANEc/s72-c/n639188407_1451845_6063.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1266052888200653723.post-7925376563466057745</id><published>2008-09-18T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T10:28:27.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IT'S CHEERLEADING TIME!</title><content type='html'>ARGH! 19 more hours! OMG, OMG! I am so freaking nervous now, HOW?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this feeling all too well. Times when my hands start to have this tingling feeling, fine tremors, cold clammy hands, blank thoughts, racing heartbeats... exactly  how I felt right before piano practical exams, right before dance performances, right at the moment when I meet that hot guy... *just kidding... I don't get nervous at hot guys. I just twirl 180 degrees and run the opposite direction* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH. my. GOSH! Shitty Shit Shit, Crossy Cross Cross, Mousie Mouse Mouse! *sounds like I am swearing, but I swear I am not!* &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18 hours and 50 minutes more! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my stupid costume is supertight. I forgot how tight it is! Makes me look androgenic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I am gonna faint.help. =(   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I know You will answer before I call out for help. I know even when things seemed impossible, I will have faith. I believe enough for all 163 of us. So my dear Lord, please hear my prayer for there will be no more doubt. Amen *&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1266052888200653723-7925376563466057745?l=chloeheartsxoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloeheartsxoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/7925376563466057745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1266052888200653723&amp;postID=7925376563466057745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1266052888200653723/posts/default/7925376563466057745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1266052888200653723/posts/default/7925376563466057745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloeheartsxoxo.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-cheerleading-time.html' title='IT&apos;S CHEERLEADING TIME!'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16681244761916292966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1266052888200653723.post-2451566703700611984</id><published>2008-09-16T10:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T10:54:19.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheerleading Craze</title><content type='html'>Are you LMAO-ing? Coz if you're not, I am. I am lmao-ing becoz I can't believe the fact that my social schedule has been a total standstill ever since Semester 4 starts. But in some ways, I think I have an unexplainable passion for cheerleading. Something that I wanted to give up so many times everytime practices end, but I would still wake up the next day, still not giving up to face the same thing over and over again. I wonder if that's really true passion? Or because it's a responsibility that I could never dispose? What's my passion anyway? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 more days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope all the time, the sacrifices, the energy, the money... I hope it's all worth it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am praying fervently. For us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*thanks muchly to the sweetest people who were there for me. I am glad you join cheerleading! MANY sha-yangs to you! {hearts}*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1266052888200653723-2451566703700611984?l=chloeheartsxoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloeheartsxoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/2451566703700611984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1266052888200653723&amp;postID=2451566703700611984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1266052888200653723/posts/default/2451566703700611984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1266052888200653723/posts/default/2451566703700611984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloeheartsxoxo.blogspot.com/2008/09/cheerleading-craze.html' title='Cheerleading Craze'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16681244761916292966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1266052888200653723.post-2677302281183129921</id><published>2008-09-13T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T10:50:20.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Degradation</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;This is self-degratory post written at 2 am. If written erratically, please forgive me and blame on the lack of sleep. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I wished that I have enough confidence to lead a better character for myself. Sometimes, I wished that I knew how to get what I want without the fear and the possibility of rejection. Sometimes, I wished that I was prettier, taller, better... just not the way I look right now. Coz with better looks come confidence and with enough confidence comes the bravery I need to proceed, without fearing rejection and all that &lt;em&gt;shiatz&lt;/em&gt;. Or maybe if I was ever pretty enough, I don't have to do anything at all becoz pretty girls never really have to do anything, do they? LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, I know I am basing all these very superficially and shallowly. Many people would berate me by saying that PERSONALITY is what matters most. Very true. I don't know whether it works both ways. I think that super good looking guys with nasty attitude is really a turn off for me. I hate nothing more than boys who like to showcase their bad boys demeanour just becoz certain society think it is cool. I don't understand why some girls like it so much lo? Is it really that thrilling to have guys giving you the cold shoulder and constantly go around acting like a jerk? Tell me. Explain to me. I don't understand. AND I HATE GUYS WHO LIKE TO USE ANY FORM OF PICK-UP LINES AS WELL. I find it so pointless! It would just end up making me more mad. LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay back to topic. Looks is still important to me and it's not something I can throw away so easily. [I don't call myself vain for nothing.] Okay, why not I say that looks is a major plus point for attraction but personality is the main deciding factor? I don't know la. If you are Jessica Alba or Ben Barnes, life would be so much easier, isn't it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's too bad that my personality isn't so outstanding too. I don't have any awesome inborn aura and becoz of that, some things have to be learnt through life experiences. Even I suck at that. OMG. I am doomed la. How? *slumps in a corner, looking very dejected* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was happy being myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1266052888200653723-2677302281183129921?l=chloeheartsxoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloeheartsxoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/2677302281183129921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1266052888200653723&amp;postID=2677302281183129921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1266052888200653723/posts/default/2677302281183129921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1266052888200653723/posts/default/2677302281183129921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloeheartsxoxo.blogspot.com/2008/09/degradation.html' title='Degradation'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16681244761916292966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1266052888200653723.post-1924687871816300782</id><published>2008-09-09T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T08:55:56.915-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Poserish Shot</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QxtIIJf9T0M/SMaZU6wvYCI/AAAAAAAAAA8/YZ_3QhBqIgU/s1600-h/n502971165_693077_5153.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QxtIIJf9T0M/SMaZU6wvYCI/AAAAAAAAAA8/YZ_3QhBqIgU/s320/n502971165_693077_5153.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244047400769642530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1266052888200653723-1924687871816300782?l=chloeheartsxoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloeheartsxoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/1924687871816300782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1266052888200653723&amp;postID=1924687871816300782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1266052888200653723/posts/default/1924687871816300782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1266052888200653723/posts/default/1924687871816300782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloeheartsxoxo.blogspot.com/2008/09/poserish-shot.html' title='The Poserish Shot'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16681244761916292966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QxtIIJf9T0M/SMaZU6wvYCI/AAAAAAAAAA8/YZ_3QhBqIgU/s72-c/n502971165_693077_5153.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
