<?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-3530517452303180418</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:59:11.719-07:00</updated><category term='Desperate Housewives'/><category term='Next time won&apos;t you sing with me.'/><category term='Desperate Housewives.'/><category term='Window.'/><category term='15th Birthday'/><category term='SNYO Concert'/><category term='Teenage'/><category term='Hoodies'/><category term='INFJs (:'/><category term='A word you can never find in a dictionary (I think).'/><category term='The Gift of GIving.'/><category term='GDO (Girls Day Out.)'/><category term='Heritage Tour.'/><category term='Wow.'/><category term='Happy Birthday'/><category term='SMBC'/><category term='Soccer Boooo.'/><category term='Niga Higa'/><category term='DeviantArt.'/><category term='To her in typed letters.'/><category term='Note to Santa'/><category term='*(#$%^  ):'/><category term='90210'/><category term='HSM3 Senior Year'/><category term='Debriefs'/><category term='AT'/><category term='Short (:'/><category term='Jennifer'/><category term='HAPPY LUNAR NIU YEAR.'/><category term='Happy Birthday Bud'/><category term='Love.'/><category term='Iora'/><category term='We&apos;ll come back next year. (:'/><category term='Christmas 08'/><category term='Light Saber.'/><category term='I NEED TO GET BACK TO MDSMMR CORRECTIONS. ):'/><category term='(true blue) BONA FIDE LOSER (:'/><category term='I can&apos;t decide.'/><category term='SNYO'/><category term='French much?'/><title type='text'>Happenstance</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tradedheartbeats.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530517452303180418/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tradedheartbeats.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Happenstance.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12141291642012036781</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>34</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530517452303180418.post-2160159153956702950</id><published>2009-01-29T06:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T07:32:00.301-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HAPPY LUNAR NIU YEAR.'/><title type='text'>#34: HAPPY NIU YEAR. (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="userpic"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i183.photobucket.com/albums/x93/freakishdelights/failure.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, yes, be amazed. I am finally back after a long long long time. Sorry for neglecting TH );&lt;br /&gt;Man, I wanted to post on the last day of 08 (where cuzzies &amp;amp; I had a whale of time together!), but I was lazy. I regret. Ohwells, that's already over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm wishing a real "punctual" Merry Christmas and saying a really really LATE hello to 2009, and a Happy Lunar New Year/Oxpicious Year! This Niu Year is really cool as the various greetings can be twisted to fit this particular zodiac animal, not saying that the rest can't though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CNY's been the usual. Reunion dinner, playing hosts, house visits, oranges... You get the drift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalista's so much more cuter, with longer hair, and she's getting heavier! Haha, but I love her! (: Grow Baby Kalista grow!!! :D Don't get too heavy though, Jie jie can't carry know..&lt;br /&gt;(One more angbao!) :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Updates of TH can't be promised due to laziness and school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad just came in at the wrong time, oops, I'm caught red-handed. Oh whtevs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;With traded heartbeats;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530517452303180418-2160159153956702950?l=tradedheartbeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tradedheartbeats.blogspot.com/feeds/2160159153956702950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530517452303180418&amp;postID=2160159153956702950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530517452303180418/posts/default/2160159153956702950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530517452303180418/posts/default/2160159153956702950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tradedheartbeats.blogspot.com/2009/01/34-happy-niu-year.html' title='#34: HAPPY NIU YEAR. (:'/><author><name>Happenstance.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12141291642012036781</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-3530517452303180418.post-4236756734443553309</id><published>2008-12-28T07:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T08:13:43.325-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jennifer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hoodies'/><title type='text'>#33: (Untitled)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="userpic"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i183.photobucket.com/albums/x93/freakishdelights/HB.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;{icon in lieu of Lg's big birthday!}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;esterday, my whole family visited 6 temples. As a result, we had to wake up in the wee hours of the morning - 7am (ok, maybe not so wee afterall.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first temple was the Taoist temple @ Loyang.&lt;br /&gt;Second was the one in my hometown.&lt;br /&gt;Third was the one over @ Balestier.&lt;br /&gt;Fourth was Ju Shi Lin (suggested by Aunt).&lt;br /&gt;Fifth was the one near my Aunt's place.&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, the famous Si Ma Lu temple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My guess, it was to usher in the new year and thank the Gods for blessing us this year, and pray that they will do so again in 09. Anyway, I got my long-desired hoodies (fav. colours green &amp;amp; red!), and I must say the wait was well worth it! Dad and Mom brought me to Bugis Street just to look for 'em. Initially, it was agreed that I could only get one, and then, due to my decidophobia, Dad allowed me to buy two much to Mom's displeasure of course. They are of really good material and I love 'em! Yay Dad, yay Mom! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, indeed, Bugis Street sells cheap hoodies, I saw many stores selling identical hoodies @ $10, but those are of thin material and lousy (if I may say) quality. Thus, I am really happy with my buy because the material can keep you warm and cosy. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Bugis Street can really suffocate you.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, now, I feel really guilty. I'm supposed to have finished my holiday homework, and make them happy, but I didn't and haven't. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;oday (&lt;style="font-weight: 5=";font-size:;font-family:courier;&amp;quot;&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"  &gt;28/12/08&lt;/span&gt;), giving a humongous/enormous/gigantic/gianormous shout-out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;HAPPY 15 TO JENNIFER ANG SHI CHUN (beloved Lg!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;OVEYA. HOPE OUR FRIENDSHIP CAN LAST FOREVER, AND WARMEST WISHES FOR 09!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love, me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/style="font-weight:&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;With traded heartbeats;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530517452303180418-4236756734443553309?l=tradedheartbeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tradedheartbeats.blogspot.com/feeds/4236756734443553309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530517452303180418&amp;postID=4236756734443553309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530517452303180418/posts/default/4236756734443553309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530517452303180418/posts/default/4236756734443553309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tradedheartbeats.blogspot.com/2008/12/33-untitled.html' title='#33: (Untitled)'/><author><name>Happenstance.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12141291642012036781</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-3530517452303180418.post-6739524830473116913</id><published>2008-12-24T23:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T23:53:18.515-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas 08'/><title type='text'>#32: It's getting better? Not entirely.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="userpic"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i183.photobucket.com/albums/x93/freakishdelights/Nothingevergoesyourway.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Nothing ever goes &lt;s&gt;your&lt;/s&gt; MY way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, seems like I can be pleased with new MP3 headphones (O:) and a slice of durian strudel. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i183.photobucket.com/albums/x93/freakishdelights/FreedomWriters.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(This is the movie, and the characters. Where is Hilary Swank aka Miss G? No worries, she's in there.) Hint - :For Determination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's another picture so you can see her clearer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i183.photobucket.com/albums/x93/freakishdelights/thfreedom_writers.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Freedom Writers &lt;/span&gt;yesterday. Despite the (annoying) fact that it took incredibly long to load - imagine me taking 4 hours plus to watch a 2 hour movie. I took little breaks only. Dumb of me huh. But I wanted to watch this movie since eons ago, and when I finally had the time to, I didn't care if it took long to load, I just wanted to watch the entire movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turned out to be awesome. The plot, the characters, and especially the always giving and caring teacher deeply touched my heart. She's amazing. I'd flip if I had a teacher who would go all out for the class!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i183.photobucket.com/albums/x93/freakishdelights/6a00c2252441198fdb00cd9711be084cd5-.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(This is the book they published, and the real faces of the people, including the teacher!)&lt;br /&gt;The best part is, the movie is inspired by a true life story! Wow, respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a toast to her, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"  &gt;TOAST FOR CHANGE!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;img src="http://mail.yimg.com/a/i/mesg/tsmileys2/40.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For she is the absolute quintessence of courage, benevolence and passion for teachers worldwide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no, I just slipped into my bad mood again, because my recording of the Living Stereo using my mp3 player is not of good quality. 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Not entirely.'/><author><name>Happenstance.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12141291642012036781</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-3530517452303180418.post-6731662395221206969</id><published>2008-12-24T22:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T22:54:25.394-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas 08'/><title type='text'>#31: Just Great.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="userpic"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i183.photobucket.com/albums/x93/freakishdelights/thinkhappythoughts.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(K, inducing happy thoughts is the only way. Only thing, I CAN'T FREAKING THINK OF ANY.)&lt;br /&gt;This is splendid. 08 Christmas will be spent at home, doing nothing. I can't even watch movies or tv at all. Great. What's worse, Dad needs this day to recover from his fever, it's getting much better as we speak. But, he still needs ample rest. I really hopes he gets better, and not fall sick again. One thing I have to admit, he's not Superman. He'll still grow old, I have to face up to reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dang! Here's what I'm sure of, this Christmas will either be forgettable or unforgettable. Depends on what happens next Christmas, and the ones to come after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:( Goodbye world. I feel like a caged up bird, tis' the season to be &lt;s&gt;jolly&lt;/s&gt;, yeah right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a Merry Christmas...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;With traded heartbeats;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530517452303180418-6731662395221206969?l=tradedheartbeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tradedheartbeats.blogspot.com/feeds/6731662395221206969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530517452303180418&amp;postID=6731662395221206969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530517452303180418/posts/default/6731662395221206969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530517452303180418/posts/default/6731662395221206969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tradedheartbeats.blogspot.com/2008/12/31-just-great.html' title='#31: Just Great.'/><author><name>Happenstance.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12141291642012036781</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-3530517452303180418.post-1336923242154452067</id><published>2008-12-21T06:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T07:51:27.229-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='15th Birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Soccer Boooo.'/><title type='text'>#30: 15th Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="userpic"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i183.photobucket.com/albums/x93/freakishdelights/bearkiss.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;&lt;u&gt;191208&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (part 2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After hanging out with Jenn, it was back home to wait for Pap to bring the whole family out for dinner @ Long Beach around East Coast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brother was at some Cambodian children's party thing because he was part of the Operation Hope Foundation or something like that. But Pap fetched him just in time. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Car ride was pretty smooth, just that Mom couldn't stop going on about the credit crunch, and Brother being in his 'I-know-it-all' mode. But before that (still in the car), Brother gave me my present - a blue purse/bag thingy. It was pretty, and there was a tag on it - Operation Hope Foundation. He bought it from his own sales, what a sweet and smart move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picked al fresco because the weather was just right, cloudy and windy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were happily dining, as the sky got darker. That moment, Brother couldn't stop arguing with me that it would rain soon. Slowly, Mom &amp;amp; Dad chipped in too, standing by me (of course!). Even the waitress helped, "If you can see the stars, it means that it's not gonna rain." Brother, of course, still wouldn't budge. He insisted that it would rain. Oh brother, he can be really stubborn at times! There was even one point when I was compelled to believe him. I kept checking the skies, and the lights from the aeroplanes. After that, drops of rain came down. Some people (the table behind us) got all frightened, and shifted themselves indoor. The rest decided to wait and see what the skies had to offer. Brother gave me that 'See, I told you' look. After those few drops, nothing else. I smirked at Brother and he still kept going on, "I'm telling ya, it will rain heavily tonight." LOL. IT DIDN'T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dessert was free ice cream for me, haha, and a $4.90 (OUCH!) Ben &amp;amp; Jerry's Cherry Garcia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night went pretty well, with us cruising (not literally) by the sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a nice birthday. My friend was next to me in the day, and my family was with me in the night. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and thank you to all who texted me, wrote on my Wall and stuff. Very much appreciated!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a darker note, Singapore lost to Vietnam. 0-1 Booo, which explains my rotten mood now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;With traded heartbeats;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530517452303180418-1336923242154452067?l=tradedheartbeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tradedheartbeats.blogspot.com/feeds/1336923242154452067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530517452303180418&amp;postID=1336923242154452067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530517452303180418/posts/default/1336923242154452067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530517452303180418/posts/default/1336923242154452067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tradedheartbeats.blogspot.com/2008/12/30-15th-birthday.html' title='#30: 15th Birthday'/><author><name>Happenstance.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12141291642012036781</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-3530517452303180418.post-4209431470045990106</id><published>2008-12-20T06:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T07:51:04.955-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jennifer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='15th Birthday'/><title type='text'>#29: This post is dedicated to dearest Lg.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;div class="userpic"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i183.photobucket.com/albums/x93/freakishdelights/mybearfriend.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;191208&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (part 1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally did not have any inexplicable moodswings like the previous year. So that's good news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning started out as any normal holiday mornings, only this time, Mom was around. Nevertheless, I still played SpineWorld with Lg, Jenn, and thanks to her, I discovered there was more to SpineWorld than just socializing. There were quests(!!) and because of that, I too, got addicted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After playing for some time, lunch was served (:D). Because Jenn was bored of inactivity at her home in Mandarin Gardens, she wanted to bring me out for some air and also, repair her SE phone. Mom (MIRACULOUSLY &amp;amp; SPONTANEOUSLY) agreed to her arrangement. (Jennifer: "Your Mom isn't that bad afterall.") HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tampines Mall, Century Square and Eastpoint Mall were the places we went to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(BLOGGER'S BEING A REAL ASS. IT JUST DELETED EVERYTHING I TYPED FROM HERE ON. OHWELLS, I'LL HAVE TO BE PATIENT AND RETYPE THE WHOLE THING AGAIN.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Century Mall was first, and it was there where we visited the supaaa pink toilets with dressing tables. It was pretty glamourous. Jenn bought me this red squarish balloon with a print of a birthday cake on it, and the words 'Make a Wish!'.&lt;br /&gt;ThkQ Jenn ♥ (no sarcasm here)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People, young and old, were looking at me as if I was some tall freak who has balloon fetishes. But on closer look, I think they understood. Maybe, they were even envious of me, for having such a nice friend beside me. Yes, that must be it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, while holding the balloon, I relived my childhood life again. Suddenly, it was as if I was just a child yesterday. How time flies never fails to amaze me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed back to Tampines Mall and afterwhich, we bought each other a slice of cake @ Bread Talk. Jenn - Raspberry Passion Cake, Me - Mango (sth) cake. The problem we faced after buying the cakes, was where in &lt;s&gt;the world&lt;/s&gt; TM would we find a place to sit and eat.The only resolution was the Customer Service counter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just boldly camped there, and ate the cakes, while curious onlookers stared/gawked at us behind our backs. All the time, we were chatting, laughing, and hoping the staff there would not notice us. Sure enough, it was as if we were invisible. Operation: Invisible/Undisturbed. Status: ACCOMPLISHED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, I forgot to fill in the feedback form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would write,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"NOT provided good service as promised. Where are the seats! Don't blame us for camping @ the Customer Service counter. What choice did we have!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kidding, I wouldn't have the guts to do that, unless my name was Anonymous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the interesting ordeal, we stopped at Art Box. I bought a pretty schedule book there, thanks to Jenn. I firmly stand by it that Jenn is a great salesperson. Afterall, who do you think managed to persuade me to buy it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing that there was some time left, I accompanied Jenn to Simei, Eastpoint Mall to get her phone fixed. The lady there said her phone's water level has hit the red mark. Following which, Jenn whispered to me that she dropped her phone in the toilet bowl before, but it was all good. Weird huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I dread going to service centres to report and repair a product with defects. The wait is already unbearable, and yet, you still have to hear people delivering bad news about your product, and perhaps a hefty sum that has to be paid too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Jenn, I'm sorry you have to use your old old old Nokia phone, but it's better than nothing!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then went to Pet Safari to look at the animals. I love Maltese, Jack Russel Terrier, Shitzu ... You get the drift, they are all lovable creatures. We observed people grooming dogs and some fishes swimming in the water. Jenn wanted to get something for Cookie, and after much deliberation, she purchased a fruit rope dog bone (my pick!) for him. We camwhored a little outside of the store. The wind was getting in the way, but it was no problem for us girls - we were equipped with combs, or at least Jenn is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SweetTalk was the next pit stop where we had Mango Ice Blended and chatted some more. Ah, good times, good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;To Jenn,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You for spending your day with me and bringing so much joy and fun on my birthday. I wish I can do the same on yours (281208) but I have orchestra rehearsal (dangshitwhupz) so I don't think I can make it. A real pity :(&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, thanks again. Keep rocking, loves.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, thank you for the presents. I love 'em. {:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Kristal Y.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;With traded heartbeats;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530517452303180418-4209431470045990106?l=tradedheartbeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tradedheartbeats.blogspot.com/feeds/4209431470045990106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530517452303180418&amp;postID=4209431470045990106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530517452303180418/posts/default/4209431470045990106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530517452303180418/posts/default/4209431470045990106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tradedheartbeats.blogspot.com/2008/12/29-this-post-is-dedicated-to-dearest-lg.html' title='#29: This post is dedicated to dearest Lg.'/><author><name>Happenstance.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12141291642012036781</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-3530517452303180418.post-4703764116723667056</id><published>2008-12-16T22:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T07:51:54.526-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SNYO'/><title type='text'>#28: Chalet was lots of fun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="userpic"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i183.photobucket.com/albums/x93/freakishdelights/deardiary.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;Costa Sands Resort was the place.&lt;br /&gt;Sam's dad gave me a lift there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guys outnumbered the girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing at the beach was windy and I wasn't really into running with my sneakers, IN THE MUD. Everyone was barefooted except me. I really didn't know they were going to the beach, otherwise, I would have worn flip flops.&lt;br /&gt;We played Dog &amp;amp; Bone and some catching game and Ultimate &lt;s&gt;Frisbee&lt;/s&gt; Ball (LOL) + Captain's Ball. Got to know more people I guess? Sam, Christine &amp;amp; I weren't really into the games though. The sea was where everyone cleansed their feet and rid it from the mud, and then, run into the mud again. Haha (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the outdoor games, we went for lunch at a nearby food court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cycling was next. MY FAVOURITE PART. (: Sipei joined in. We cycled for an hour around places I have never been to before. On the way back, Evangeline &amp;amp; Christine fell of their double bike into a pile of mud. They had some cuts and bruises, and Christine's slipper was spoilt due to the accident. The guys were really nice. They all offered to help out. I contributed by providing water and tissue paper (haha usual). Overall, I HAD A LOT OF FUN WHILE CYCLING. SO I STRESS, I LOVE CYCLING, PERIOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After an hour and some more on cycling, we headed back to the chalet, and Si Pei, Christine, Sam &amp;amp; I engaged in some card games. The only card game I knew was Blackjack. Other than that, we played Taiti, Slapjack, Cheat, and Speed. Because I didn't know how to play, I had to rely on Si Pei. I lost due to a headache that I had and my blurness, but it's all good. We played for long, and along the way, Evangeline joined in. We played till dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BBQ was for dinner, but I had little of it. Afterwhich, we just slacked around and it came  9 when Mom &amp;amp; Dad picked me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Guys&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wen Rong, Alwin, Shingo, Danny, Wei Ken, Hao Wei, Wang Xiang, Adriel, Davin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Girls&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam, Christine, Mifiona, Emily, Evangeline, (Si Pei) and me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I'm so not in any blogging mood right now, thus the short post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;With traded heartbeats;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530517452303180418-4703764116723667056?l=tradedheartbeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tradedheartbeats.blogspot.com/feeds/4703764116723667056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530517452303180418&amp;postID=4703764116723667056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530517452303180418/posts/default/4703764116723667056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530517452303180418/posts/default/4703764116723667056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tradedheartbeats.blogspot.com/2008/12/28-chalet-was-lots-of-fun.html' title='#28: Chalet was lots of fun!'/><author><name>Happenstance.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12141291642012036781</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-3530517452303180418.post-8774167383225163496</id><published>2008-12-07T21:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T07:52:35.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'>#27: Pitter Patter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="userpic"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i183.photobucket.com/albums/x93/freakishdelights/CrashBurn.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little info I found on the Internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;NINE WORDS WOMEN USE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1) Fine: This is the word women use to end an argument when they are right and you need to shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2) Five Minutes: If she is getting dressed, this means a half an hour. Five minutes is only five minutes if you have just been given five more minutes to watch the game before helping around the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(3) Nothing: This is the calm before the storm. This means something, and you should be on your toes. Arguments that begin with nothing usually end in fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(4) Go Ahead: This is a dare, not permission. Don't Do It!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(5) Loud Sigh: This is actually a word, but is a non-verbal statement often misunderstood by men. A loud sigh means she thinks you are an idiot and wonders why she is wasting her time standing here and arguing with you about nothing. (Refer back to # 3 for the meaning of nothing.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(6) It's Okay: This is one of the most dangerous statements a women can make to a man. It's okay means she wants to think long and hard before deciding how and when you will pay for your mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(7) Thanks: A woman is thanking you, do not question, or faint. Just say you're welcome. (I want to add in a clause here - This is true, unless she says 'Thanks a lot' - that is PURE sarcasm and she is not thanking you at all. DO NOT say 'you're welcome'. that will bring on a 'whatever').&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(8) Whatever: Is a woman's way of saying f--- off !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(9) Don't worry about it, I got it: Another dangerous statement, meaning this is something that a woman has told a man to do several times, but is now doing it herself. This will later result in a man asking 'What's wrong?' For the woman's response refer to # 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the men you know,warn them about arguments they can avoid if they remember the terminology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. This is so indefinitely true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;With traded heartbeats;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530517452303180418-8774167383225163496?l=tradedheartbeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tradedheartbeats.blogspot.com/feeds/8774167383225163496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530517452303180418&amp;postID=8774167383225163496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530517452303180418/posts/default/8774167383225163496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530517452303180418/posts/default/8774167383225163496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tradedheartbeats.blogspot.com/2008/12/27.html' title='#27: Pitter Patter'/><author><name>Happenstance.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12141291642012036781</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-3530517452303180418.post-9060412613565235787</id><published>2008-12-07T07:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T01:11:58.621-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Iora'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teenage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Note to Santa'/><title type='text'>#26: TBP (Tiong Bahru Plaza)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="userpic"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i183.photobucket.com/albums/x93/freakishdelights/ITalktoMyself.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(icon): OH YEAH. I SO HAVE TO KICK THIS QUIRKAYE HABIT OF MINE! Urgh :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom decided to buy new clothes for me today, (screams). I told her to specially go to Iora because of the history of pretty bags they give to customers. Normal clothes stores give plastic bags, but no, they give clothe bags, and I used to bring them to school to carry my stuff in. (: &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LOVE IT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment I went into the store and Mom decides to apply for membership, I find myself trying out manifold outfits, going in and coming out of dressing rooms. Then, people start noticing, staff members too, ultraa paisehh (somehow). Some of them were looking at me from head to toe, alright, so maybe it's the height. Heh. On the whole, real happy 'cuz we bagged home Iora bags + clothes wear + a membership card. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i183.photobucket.com/albums/x93/freakishdelights/KYsmile.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;(totally separate issue from above)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I say, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;like mother like son&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody, anybody, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;I NEED DAMAGE CONTROL QUICK&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;u&gt;Zilch&lt;/u&gt; homework done, and addicted to comp! :/ Facebook is dying on me, boo you FB boo you! ):&lt;br /&gt;I really need to get my act together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I bought the December copy of Teenage with Jay Chou on the front cover {&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rayna&lt;/span&gt;, I forgot to tell you this, but hey, maybe you already know! Afterall, like you said, he's your "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;laogong&lt;/span&gt;"!}, Hey Girls + Farenheit poster (back to back) {&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sze Eng&lt;/span&gt; may want this if I'm not wrong.}, Twilight {&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ali&lt;/span&gt;, I'll bring it to school for you next &lt;s&gt;year&lt;/s&gt; month} + Jason Mraz {&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mich&lt;/span&gt; may scream at this!} (back to back), and yet nothing attracts me. Nothing, except maybe the plot on Twilight &amp;amp; the new flavour of Impact Mints. ): I badly wanted the December copy (birth month, hello?), but I kinda regret buying it. Ohwells, that's not going to stop me from purchasing it from the stands in Popular next month! :D Shall wait for Taylor Swift's poster and Rihanna's and Ashley Tisdale's amd more more more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh boy, they're gooood&lt;/span&gt;. (gives a narrow eyed stare)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I WANT TO WATCH BOLT.&lt;br /&gt;I WANT JIMMY CHOOS.&lt;br /&gt;I WANT 2 PRETTY HOODIES. (shop shop shop!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I WANT PEACE.&lt;/span&gt; (I know, spoken like a contestant trying out for a beauty pageant, but seriously...).&lt;br /&gt;I WANT HARMONY EVERYWHERE. (to Chung Cheng students, NO PUN INTENDED)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T WANT GLOBAL WARMING.&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T WANT VENICE TO FLOOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Santa, you got that? (: Thanks, withlove!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S Pretty short list already (winks).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S Call me an airhead or whatever but I finally figured out how to use Labels!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S I HOPE I'LL GET TO HEAR THOSE SLEIGHBELLS &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AGAIN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;With traded heartbeats;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530517452303180418-9060412613565235787?l=tradedheartbeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tradedheartbeats.blogspot.com/feeds/9060412613565235787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530517452303180418&amp;postID=9060412613565235787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530517452303180418/posts/default/9060412613565235787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530517452303180418/posts/default/9060412613565235787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tradedheartbeats.blogspot.com/2008/12/26-tbp-tiong-bahru-plaza.html' title='#26: TBP (Tiong Bahru Plaza)'/><author><name>Happenstance.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12141291642012036781</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-3530517452303180418.post-3105001269709996858</id><published>2008-12-04T23:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T23:22:07.210-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A word you can never find in a dictionary (I think).'/><title type='text'>#25: Skyping.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="userpic"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i183.photobucket.com/albums/x93/freakishdelights/YaHerd.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOWP is great in helping me to kill time. I have been shtuck on it every single day. I like watching Selena. The way she delivers the act is classic, and I love her fashion sense. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i183.photobucket.com/albums/x93/freakishdelights/AliRemembers.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ali remembers. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i183.photobucket.com/albums/x93/freakishdelights/IRemember.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then of course, I remember too. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;With traded heartbeats;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530517452303180418-3105001269709996858?l=tradedheartbeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tradedheartbeats.blogspot.com/feeds/3105001269709996858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530517452303180418&amp;postID=3105001269709996858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530517452303180418/posts/default/3105001269709996858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530517452303180418/posts/default/3105001269709996858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tradedheartbeats.blogspot.com/2008/12/25-skyping.html' title='#25: Skyping.'/><author><name>Happenstance.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12141291642012036781</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-3530517452303180418.post-6863592267625657303</id><published>2008-12-02T23:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T21:19:56.444-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I can&apos;t decide.'/><title type='text'>#24:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="userpic"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i183.photobucket.com/albums/x93/freakishdelights/Icantdecide.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't decide. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether to go for WYCF or not. I WANT TO GO, BUT... if I go, I have to go there on my own, and prolly go back on my own. If I go, I have to miss a couple of lessons. If I don't go, I may miss out some points there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holidays, I love them and hate them. They allow me to somehow enjoy life and relax, but at the same time, they allow me to lax on homework and procrastinate. :/ AND I am HELPLESSLY LOAFING ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, I shall go prepare for orchestra rehearsal. Cimarosa sounds familiar, and I'm liking it! :D Bruch was played before last April @ Esplanade with Janell Yeo, but that was in training. Still, I so prefer the 1st violin part. [:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;With traded heartbeats;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530517452303180418-6863592267625657303?l=tradedheartbeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tradedheartbeats.blogspot.com/feeds/6863592267625657303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530517452303180418&amp;postID=6863592267625657303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530517452303180418/posts/default/6863592267625657303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530517452303180418/posts/default/6863592267625657303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tradedheartbeats.blogspot.com/2008/12/25.html' title='#24:'/><author><name>Happenstance.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12141291642012036781</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-3530517452303180418.post-1708133759141841575</id><published>2008-11-30T23:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T21:28:27.358-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SNYO Concert'/><title type='text'>#23: Concert!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="userpic"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i183.photobucket.com/albums/x93/freakishdelights/Part-timeloverfull-timefriend.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;A Classical Offering&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Ali, Bao, Becca, Mich, Kang Leng for sending me your well wishes! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the concert was pretty interesting, considering it was my first time performing with the Youth Orchestra. I had a blast there, especially the moments on stage, being part of the music and all that. Opa! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end, conductor Lim (faced our section): "Yes, all of you smiled!"(smiles back)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Backstage was killing me, with Si Pei and co. making me laugh till my cheeks &amp;amp; jaws hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally saw Becca again, and Mich too! It felt so good to see them. Thanks for the sunflower again. [: Oh, &amp;amp; we may be going for ice-skating sometime after Becca comes back, so that's great! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XKsT8vz-d8w/STOYZcreZpI/AAAAAAAAABs/YUcDevr2NhE/s320/Jiang+Trio%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274727151543674514" border="0" /&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 my facial expression, it is obvious I don't like to take photos) Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;After this concert, there ain't no rest. It's back to CCAB tomorrow for rehearsals for 2 separate concerts. Hectic, but I'll live through it, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HOPEFULLY&lt;/span&gt;. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, it's bye-bye time @ home with the box and the comp. And it's high time to get my work done. (Haha, this part is so not gonna happen.) :x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;With traded heartbeats;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530517452303180418-1708133759141841575?l=tradedheartbeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tradedheartbeats.blogspot.com/feeds/1708133759141841575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530517452303180418&amp;postID=1708133759141841575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530517452303180418/posts/default/1708133759141841575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530517452303180418/posts/default/1708133759141841575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tradedheartbeats.blogspot.com/2008/11/23-concert.html' title='#23: Concert!'/><author><name>Happenstance.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12141291642012036781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XKsT8vz-d8w/STOYZcreZpI/AAAAAAAAABs/YUcDevr2NhE/s72-c/Jiang+Trio%21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530517452303180418.post-8104995131997920110</id><published>2008-11-26T04:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T07:50:40.562-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Light Saber.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AT'/><title type='text'>#22: Unproductive</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="userpic"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i183.photobucket.com/albums/x93/freakishdelights/sadumbrella.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing you should know about me, is that when I'm bored, this is what happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7pxdC7CB5HU/SS0-dgA9C5I/AAAAAAAAAUE/QY2lzdfEhoc/s1600-h/Light+Saber.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 206px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7pxdC7CB5HU/SS0-dgA9C5I/AAAAAAAAAUE/QY2lzdfEhoc/s320/Light+Saber.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272939415251782546" 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;Haha, I was surfing through CoolIris (a really cool add-on for Mozilla Firefox, it's 3D!!!) and found this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;The light sabre used by Luke Skywalker in Star Wars and the hat worn by    Harrison Ford as Indiana Jones are amongst the items to be sold in an    auction of Hollywood props.   &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;u&gt;Arcade Town&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of my time was burnt on playing Sherlock Holmes Mystery of the Persian Carpet, Babysitting Mania, Cooking Dash. I played WMC (Women's Murder Club) yesterday, and I finally cracked the case! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, concert rehearsal's tomorrow! Scary :/ But I'll do my best! [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kk, gotta go catch &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Little Nyonya&lt;/span&gt; soooooon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;With traded heartbeats;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530517452303180418-8104995131997920110?l=tradedheartbeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tradedheartbeats.blogspot.com/feeds/8104995131997920110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530517452303180418&amp;postID=8104995131997920110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530517452303180418/posts/default/8104995131997920110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530517452303180418/posts/default/8104995131997920110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tradedheartbeats.blogspot.com/2008/11/22-unproductive.html' title='#22: Unproductive'/><author><name>Happenstance.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12141291642012036781</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/_7pxdC7CB5HU/SS0-dgA9C5I/AAAAAAAAAUE/QY2lzdfEhoc/s72-c/Light+Saber.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530517452303180418.post-4912848840289197329</id><published>2008-11-24T00:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T05:11:53.405-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SMBC'/><title type='text'>#21: Comic Relief Much?</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.smbc-comics.com/comics/20070623.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.smbc-comics.com/comics/20060102.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.smbc-comics.com/comics/20080710.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.smbc-comics.com/comics/20080531.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a wee bit ... _______.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.smbc-comics.com/comics/20030224-2.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.smbc-comics.com/comics/20060510.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.smbc-comics.com/comics/20060816.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.smbc-comics.com/comics/20060719.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.smbc-comics.com/comics/20040507.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought of Midsmmr's Night Dream, somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.smbc-comics.com/comics/20080423.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.smbc-comics.com/comics/20021225-2.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of the above are gotten from Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal. (:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; No offence&lt;/span&gt; if there's any taken.&lt;br /&gt;See, this is how I spent my afternoon today, wasted away and in stitches. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, some other day, I should start thinking about my ambition. Just, maybe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;With traded heartbeats;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530517452303180418-4912848840289197329?l=tradedheartbeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tradedheartbeats.blogspot.com/feeds/4912848840289197329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530517452303180418&amp;postID=4912848840289197329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530517452303180418/posts/default/4912848840289197329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530517452303180418/posts/default/4912848840289197329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tradedheartbeats.blogspot.com/2008/11/this-is-wee-bit.html' title='#21: Comic Relief Much?'/><author><name>Happenstance.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12141291642012036781</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-3530517452303180418.post-6967556788054333762</id><published>2008-11-22T05:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T07:56:22.303-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SNYO'/><title type='text'>#20: Today.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="userpic"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i183.photobucket.com/albums/x93/freakishdelights/trying.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Section Lunch&lt;/span&gt; @ Prata Cafe&lt;br /&gt;On the whole, it was pretty ok and a brand new experience. And as usual, I wasn't chit-chatty. That's me... when I'm around people I don't really know (yet). Heh, which was why I was afraid to go for it, but in the end, I still went. (:&lt;br /&gt;My my, we had to drag like what, 3 tables side by side each other. Then take our time to look at the menus, and then took (more) time to order. I guess Mr. Waiter was very confused with 13 people ordering what they want to eat and drink. The games and self-intro was somewhat goofy but entertaining. Anyhoo, there was this huge group of Caucasian (I think?) guys who played either hockey or rugby (again I think?) sitting opposite my direction. Before our food arrived, this guy turned around and asked us, "Did you guys order fried rice?" And we were like, "Uh, no?" Then immediately (as if on cue), another guy pointed to another guy, and asked, "Hey, do you think this guy is cute?" My friends looked at me, and we rolled eyes en masse. Haha! Yeah, talk about people being too friendly.&lt;br /&gt;The lunch, was very successful. Thank goodness, the tree started shedding leaves only after we finished eating. Ok, of course, people had to deal with the fact that I was actually Sec 3 instead of Sec 1. Jyeah, I get that a lot.&lt;br /&gt;Wait, let me try to recall the various people : Hao Wei, Margaret, Zoe, Wei Le, Nai Jing, Yun Wei, Sam, Kimberlyn, Sarah, Daniel, Zi Hui (Ohgosh~ Don't know how to spell his name. Should be this one if I'm not wrong.), Johnson. Ok, so I admit, I wasn't really listening to their self-intros. Sorry :/&lt;br /&gt;D is freaky man. Out of the blue, he'll suddenly scream and bang the table. Haha, and I'm sitting next to him (!!!). But he's funny in a freaky way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rehearsal started @ 2.30pm today, as usual as every other Saturdays of course. I really like it, everyone doing their part all in the name of music, and chipping in. The sound is fab, I bet my friends are definitely gonna enjoy the concert! :D&lt;br /&gt;Today's rehearsal however, ended @ 5.45pm. The last song Mr Lim had us playing was 'We Wish You A Merry Christmas'. All Violin IIs had to do was pizz. for half, and then arco the next. It was really funny. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! &amp;amp; Ying Er came back today after her O level break! We were like holding hands, and I was speechless, with 'I missed you! You're back! Oh my God!' scribbled all over my face. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;With traded heartbeats;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530517452303180418-6967556788054333762?l=tradedheartbeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tradedheartbeats.blogspot.com/feeds/6967556788054333762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530517452303180418&amp;postID=6967556788054333762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530517452303180418/posts/default/6967556788054333762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530517452303180418/posts/default/6967556788054333762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tradedheartbeats.blogspot.com/2008/11/20-today.html' title='#20: Today.'/><author><name>Happenstance.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12141291642012036781</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-3530517452303180418.post-4832966573863324360</id><published>2008-11-19T06:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T07:11:24.427-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desperate Housewives'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DeviantArt.'/><title type='text'>#19: Hello DeviantArt!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/p6OAzkJxVzo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/p6OAzkJxVzo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:consolas;" &gt;Do not stand at my grave and weep;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:consolas;" &gt;   I am not there. I do not sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:consolas;" &gt;   I am a thousand winds that blow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:consolas;" &gt;   I am the diamond glints on snow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:consolas;" &gt;   I am the sunlight on ripened grain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:consolas;" &gt;   I am the gentle autumn rain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:consolas;" &gt;   Do not stand at my grave and cry;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:consolas;" &gt;   I am not there. I did not die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like to share this video with you guys. It is so beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Karen McClusky's only best friend, Ida, risked her life to safe Tom and his 6-7 (I CAN'T COUNT) kids, and they honour her by pouring her ashes on the third base of the field (because those were her wishes).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are words missing, after the word 'rain'.&lt;br /&gt;Here's the original poem. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Do_not_stand_at_my_grave_and_weep"&gt;Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just surfed through DeviantArt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XKsT8vz-d8w/SSQsUVrNOkI/AAAAAAAAABk/ZrinkuAigD0/s1600-h/Venice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XKsT8vz-d8w/SSQsUVrNOkI/AAAAAAAAABk/ZrinkuAigD0/s320/Venice.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270386191857695298" 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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I absobloodylutely want to go to Venice, so can someone whisk me away right now? Quoted from Julianna, "It's sinking every year, so you'd better get there soon!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;With traded heartbeats;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530517452303180418-4832966573863324360?l=tradedheartbeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tradedheartbeats.blogspot.com/feeds/4832966573863324360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530517452303180418&amp;postID=4832966573863324360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530517452303180418/posts/default/4832966573863324360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530517452303180418/posts/default/4832966573863324360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tradedheartbeats.blogspot.com/2008/11/19-hello-deviantart.html' title='#19: Hello DeviantArt!'/><author><name>Happenstance.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12141291642012036781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XKsT8vz-d8w/SSQsUVrNOkI/AAAAAAAAABk/ZrinkuAigD0/s72-c/Venice.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530517452303180418.post-1540690196644039098</id><published>2008-11-19T04:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T05:03:47.160-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='French much?'/><title type='text'>#18: French talk.</title><content type='html'>Ali &amp;amp; I have been going French recently. She started it. And I found a sucky website which translates what she typed to weird stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyhoo, this one's for you Ali. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, Zach et Cody cassé leur voix. Ils sonore si bizarre et inhabituel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quoi qu'il en soit, bonjour Alicia. Lookie, Je vous écris pour vous. Qui se soucie si Cameron a fait sa teinture de cheveux ou de quelque chose, et qui se soucie si Cameron raccordés avec Chase, haha, le faire: aller au dernier épisode et WATCH: D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;" id="result_box" dir="ltr"&gt;Je pense toujours a mon traducteur problème, si vous devriez peut-être oublier + copie coller ce sur votre traducteur. Oh, attends, ou savez-vous vraiment français? OMG.&lt;br /&gt;Haha, ok, maintenant je suis fait. Au revoir!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know my French sucks, but I'm trying to cooperate here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;With traded heartbeats;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530517452303180418-1540690196644039098?l=tradedheartbeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tradedheartbeats.blogspot.com/feeds/1540690196644039098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530517452303180418&amp;postID=1540690196644039098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530517452303180418/posts/default/1540690196644039098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530517452303180418/posts/default/1540690196644039098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tradedheartbeats.blogspot.com/2008/11/18-french-talk.html' title='#18: French talk.'/><author><name>Happenstance.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12141291642012036781</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-3530517452303180418.post-5103791338673121788</id><published>2008-11-17T00:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T07:55:46.604-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='90210'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desperate Housewives.'/><title type='text'>#17: Priority given to the box!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:consolas;" &gt;It was supposed to be a beautiful day, but then the winds came and changed everything. And not just the houses and the lawns, the people had changed too. While the storm had raged, each of them had learnt something about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:consolas;" &gt; friendship, and forgiveness, and redemption; and some had learnt the hardest lesson of all - that life is always fragile, and very often, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-family:consolas;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;u&gt;UN-FAIR&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I typed this out all by myself. Haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/w7jv0qIBfDQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/w7jv0qIBfDQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just watched &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Desperate Housewives&lt;/span&gt;, and I think this part is ... wow. Especially when the narrator starts to talk. I love her voice man - soothing yet chilling. Ok, that's just besides the point. What she says is crucial and really meaningful.&lt;br /&gt;The music at the end and Lynette screaming just further darkens everything.&lt;br /&gt;(I keep playing the video over and over again. It really is very powerful.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Death and destruction hits Wisteria Lane like never before. What an amazing final scene. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's always after some major disaster that happens to everyone, that they finally begin to cherish each other more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fSObCMXBq7g&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fSObCMXBq7g&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what's going to happen in the next episode. O: Gosh, it is so touching and sad. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3xb00F5UXow&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3xb00F5UXow&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabby is so funny in this video! [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, I can't wait to watch &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:consolas;" &gt;90210&lt;/span&gt;! Man, although I seriously hate where everything is going, I love the cast. It's nice to watch them. Especially when there's eye candy (Dustin Milligan who plays Ethan) there! :D&lt;br /&gt;There are news that Silver &amp;amp; Ethan are offscreen couples~ Haha, ok, this is pure random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XKsT8vz-d8w/SSEyD3Z16ZI/AAAAAAAAAA8/GTVWcbktjVw/s1600-h/90210.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XKsT8vz-d8w/SSEyD3Z16ZI/AAAAAAAAAA8/GTVWcbktjVw/s320/90210.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269548080993528210" 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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cast of 90210!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XKsT8vz-d8w/SSEzHVM70LI/AAAAAAAAABE/GG9NFgPxlwE/s1600-h/90210+guys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XKsT8vz-d8w/SSEzHVM70LI/AAAAAAAAABE/GG9NFgPxlwE/s320/90210+guys.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269549240043688114" 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;The guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XKsT8vz-d8w/SSEzQbtdMvI/AAAAAAAAABM/p74D-Xcq8e8/s1600-h/Ethan+%2B+Silver.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XKsT8vz-d8w/SSEzQbtdMvI/AAAAAAAAABM/p74D-Xcq8e8/s320/Ethan+%2B+Silver.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269549396409529074" 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;Dustin &amp;amp; Jessica (Ethan &amp;amp; Silver)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XKsT8vz-d8w/SSE3HzCwu9I/AAAAAAAAABc/GhEsgTkiFR4/s1600-h/DM.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XKsT8vz-d8w/SSE3HzCwu9I/AAAAAAAAABc/GhEsgTkiFR4/s320/DM.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269553646100593618" 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;Dustin (Ethan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XKsT8vz-d8w/SSEzgUlIz1I/AAAAAAAAABU/DuWMjodqaUY/s1600-h/90210+%281%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XKsT8vz-d8w/SSEzgUlIz1I/AAAAAAAAABU/DuWMjodqaUY/s320/90210+%281%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269549669373497170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;With traded heartbeats;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530517452303180418-5103791338673121788?l=tradedheartbeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tradedheartbeats.blogspot.com/feeds/5103791338673121788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530517452303180418&amp;postID=5103791338673121788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530517452303180418/posts/default/5103791338673121788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530517452303180418/posts/default/5103791338673121788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tradedheartbeats.blogspot.com/2008/11/17-priority-given-to-box.html' title='#17: Priority given to the box!'/><author><name>Happenstance.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12141291642012036781</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/_XKsT8vz-d8w/SSEyD3Z16ZI/AAAAAAAAAA8/GTVWcbktjVw/s72-c/90210.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530517452303180418.post-5273300934776697721</id><published>2008-11-15T21:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T23:32:03.760-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='We&apos;ll come back next year. (:'/><title type='text'>#16: Internship.</title><content type='html'>READ@MOE/TN Internship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a great experience. We had most of the time free meals, from Ms Wee, and also the staff there. (: Haha, ok, that's just a minor part. The major parts were all the fun we had, and how much more we learnt to get to know each other, as well as, our phones. :D I remember, at the end of everyday, my phone's battery will only be reduced to 1-2 bars. Poor phone. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, they allowed us to borrow CD tracks and movies from their resources, ain't that cool? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reshelving, Milo Dino, Accessioning, VHS, Rush Hour, A Dog's Life.&lt;br /&gt;Teachers' Network, iCreate, Great World City&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pia, Mr Z, Mdm Sarinah, Uncle Sufi, Yen Mei, Emily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MS WEE.&lt;br /&gt;Julianna, Eve, Kangleng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the various things I'll miss on my real holiday :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Thankfully I koped a pencil that says 'READ@MOE/TN Workstation'. It serves as a remembrance! :D Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S We'll come back next year after our O's to assist you all (: JEK can go back and work part-time, but I can't. It'll have to be after 19Dec09 that I finally get pay. Haha :D&lt;br /&gt;But no worries, I'm young and Yang! [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos: (Haha, I look ... in them) :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XKsT8vz-d8w/SR_JGkjPECI/AAAAAAAAAAU/m13roQN-aYw/s320/CIMG2361-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269151203774631970" border="0" /&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;JEKK + Staff @ TN - Uncle Z wasn't there due to migraines. ): Get well soon!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XKsT8vz-d8w/SR_JUhl_74I/AAAAAAAAAAc/jQAFYsPF-2c/s320/Fun+on+the+Book+Trolley%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269151443499085698" border="0" /&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;Julianna, me and KL having fun on the Library Trolley! Eve was being camera woman. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XKsT8vz-d8w/SR_LNI-9JOI/AAAAAAAAAA0/qhCKr0C_A1U/s320/Odd+one+out+%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269153515657045218" 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;&lt;br /&gt;JEKK + Ms Wee Take 1 @ Break Area! - Man, Ms Wee looks so cute in this picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XKsT8vz-d8w/SR_J0paSo8I/AAAAAAAAAAk/XTc9UIb2ONo/s320/JEKK+%2B+Ms+Wee.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269151995353277378" border="0" /&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;JEKK + Ms Wee Take 2!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XKsT8vz-d8w/SR_KIb0NJrI/AAAAAAAAAAs/uY8KpMCSQFY/s320/Mirror+mirror+on+the+wall.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269152335301256882" border="0" /&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;Mirror mirror on the wall (iCreate). Cool mirror huh! [: - Julianna went off, cuz she got freaked out by the teachers there. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;With traded heartbeats;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530517452303180418-5273300934776697721?l=tradedheartbeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tradedheartbeats.blogspot.com/feeds/5273300934776697721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530517452303180418&amp;postID=5273300934776697721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530517452303180418/posts/default/5273300934776697721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530517452303180418/posts/default/5273300934776697721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tradedheartbeats.blogspot.com/2008/11/16-internship.html' title='#16: Internship.'/><author><name>Happenstance.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12141291642012036781</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/_XKsT8vz-d8w/SR_JGkjPECI/AAAAAAAAAAU/m13roQN-aYw/s72-c/CIMG2361-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530517452303180418.post-2051379163501010322</id><published>2008-11-12T06:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T06:59:29.049-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Short (:'/><title type='text'>#15: What I'm busy with.</title><content type='html'>Internship and Orchestra. (: Fill you in on those during the holidays (when I finally get to have 'em). Kangleng, I still wanna keel you, I WANT TO GO TO KOREA TOO OK :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Your Height Says About You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatdoesyourheightsayaboutyouquiz/height.png" width="100" height="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are powerful, brilliant, and a bit of a rebel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are an idealist, and you will work hard for a better world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard for other people to keep up with you - both mentally and physically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you're so independent, you actually prefer to go it alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are about as tall as the average Italian man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourheightsayaboutyouquiz/"&gt;What Does Your Height Say About You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Ain't that great? I'm compared to an Italian man now. A MAN, mind you! ://&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;With traded heartbeats;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530517452303180418-2051379163501010322?l=tradedheartbeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tradedheartbeats.blogspot.com/feeds/2051379163501010322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530517452303180418&amp;postID=2051379163501010322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530517452303180418/posts/default/2051379163501010322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530517452303180418/posts/default/2051379163501010322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tradedheartbeats.blogspot.com/2008/11/15-what-im-busy-with.html' title='#15: What I&apos;m busy with.'/><author><name>Happenstance.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12141291642012036781</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-3530517452303180418.post-1705273976978304444</id><published>2008-11-03T06:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T05:57:47.150-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HSM3 Senior Year'/><title type='text'>#14: Outing/</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XKsT8vz-d8w/SQ8GW2s9MOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/pi2r2P53xPI/s1600-h/albumh10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 125px; height: 125px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XKsT8vz-d8w/SQ8GW2s9MOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/pi2r2P53xPI/s320/albumh10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264433479130362082" 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;This was the sole reason why B A K Z went to M.Square. And man, it was awezome. Go watch, seriously. I wish I could watch it again. (: And I shan't be anyone's spoiler. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did amazing today. I sent Taylor Swift's Deluxe Edition album to Ali, sent HSM3 Senior Year album to Zi and Bao. Yes, my phone and I did good. Any thanks, no?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;With traded heartbeats;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530517452303180418-1705273976978304444?l=tradedheartbeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tradedheartbeats.blogspot.com/feeds/1705273976978304444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530517452303180418&amp;postID=1705273976978304444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530517452303180418/posts/default/1705273976978304444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530517452303180418/posts/default/1705273976978304444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tradedheartbeats.blogspot.com/2008/11/14-outing.html' title='#14: Outing/'/><author><name>Happenstance.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12141291642012036781</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/_XKsT8vz-d8w/SQ8GW2s9MOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/pi2r2P53xPI/s72-c/albumh10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530517452303180418.post-8258642612474420408</id><published>2008-11-02T06:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T08:48:17.523-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I NEED TO GET BACK TO MDSMMR CORRECTIONS. ):'/><title type='text'>#13: Awk-ward</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I was at my couz's place for a short gathering, considering we haven't seen each other for long :/ Man, my P6 couz is getting smarter and smarter as we speak. Good for him! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I had to lug my Lappie along, because Midsmmr corrections were still in progress (EVEN UP TILL NOW). I have no connection with Midsummer and Shakespeare. Nothing excites me in this play, sorry Shakespeare, and no offence. :/ What was worse, there was no Internet connection there. Urgh :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I was at the dinner table, trying to type some words. Then, couz D brought his girlfriend there for dinner. Man, I felt like a lampost, literally. They were feeding each other, not that I went to see, but it was so obvious. Even when I'm looking at my screen, I can still see them. All I could do was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;umchio&lt;/span&gt; and suppress the laughter inside of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. I laughed so hard in the car! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: New smilies in the tagboard! Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.47am, I think F1 started already, no? Shell is staying up late to watch it. Haha, I was staying up late to do Mdsmmr corrections. I'm done, but it sucks (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;With traded heartbeats;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530517452303180418-8258642612474420408?l=tradedheartbeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tradedheartbeats.blogspot.com/feeds/8258642612474420408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530517452303180418&amp;postID=8258642612474420408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530517452303180418/posts/default/8258642612474420408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530517452303180418/posts/default/8258642612474420408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tradedheartbeats.blogspot.com/2008/11/13-awk-ward.html' title='#13: Awk-ward'/><author><name>Happenstance.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12141291642012036781</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-3530517452303180418.post-4046547523629401226</id><published>2008-11-02T00:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T00:37:52.881-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='INFJs (:'/><title type='text'>#12: INFJs (:</title><content type='html'>Yay, I got the low-down for INFJs out there! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Protector&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blacktext"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;STRENGTHS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; With their preference for Feeling,   INFJs are quietly perceptive, emotionally deep, individuals. However, being   inner directed, and inclined to focus on their own abstract thoughts and ideas,   they may keep their great interpersonal warmth hidden from those they do not   know well. Idealistic and introspective, they focus on the deeper hidden patterns   and meanings behind surface forms and structures. However, being sensitive to   others¹ needs, they do not approach life in an unduly cool, analytical or distant   way. Having a strong sense of duty and responsibility, they believe it is important   to adhere closely to established methods and procedures. Inclined to focus on   the fundamental principles underlying a task, they will attend closely to detail,   and be committed to complete tasks on schedule and to the required standard.   While they approach problems in a theoretical and abstract way, their empathic   concern for others enables them to keep a human perspective on events.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blacktext"&gt;&lt;b&gt;INTERPERSONAL RELATIONSHIPS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Orientated towards the Introverted world   of abstract concepts and ideas, INFJs may sometimes need to be drawn out in   social settings. Thoughtful and considerate, they may not be the first to put   forward their own ideas, preferring instead to consider the deeper theoretical   issues before contributing to a debate or discussion. Enjoying working with   fundamental principles and theoretical concepts, they will be most comfortable   when discussing their ideas with a small group of like minded colleagues. Averse   to conflict and discord, they will work to resolve disagreements by actively   seeking compromise and consensus. When working in teams they will wish to have   a well defined role and clearly defined goals. Disinclined to discuss their   deeply held values and ideals with people they do not know well, those around   them may not always fully appreciate the true depth of their feelings. Dependable,   reliable and egalitarian in nature, they will be committed to working for the   common good.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blacktext"&gt;&lt;b&gt;THINKING STYLE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Although they are inclined to approach   problems from an abstract, theoretical perspective, their Feeling function means   that INFJs maintain a strong awareness of the interpersonal dimensions of the   task. More interested in understanding why things work, rather than simply perceiving   how they work, they use their Intuition to look beyond the superficial facts   in a given situation in search of deeper principles and truths. Thus, they approach   real-world practical, problems by first attempting to understand the theoretical   principles that govern the problem at hand. Approaching tasks in a clear, orderly   and methodical way, they will not lose sight of the detailed aspects of the   task. Attuned to the feelings of others, they will be sensitive to the impact   their actions will have upon those around them. Organising abstract, logical   arguments in an orderly, systematic manner, they may be at their best when communicating   on a one-to-one basis, with supportive colleagues who value their methodical,   structured approach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blacktext"&gt;&lt;b&gt;HOW OTHERS MAY SEE YOU&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Well organised, dependable and reliable,   they will be trusted to see tasks through to the end. Known for their sound   grasp of fundamental concepts and principles, colleagues will respect their   ability to approach problems in a systematic, orderly and logical manner. However,   more down-to-earth colleagues, who are less interested in the subtle nuances   of a problem, may sometimes worry that they may lose sight of practical, day-to-day   realities. Committed, co-operative, and happy to oblige, they will be respected   for their ability to persevere with tasks that require attention to detail.   However, if others take unfair advantage of their genuine offers of help, this   may generate feelings of resentment. Perceptive and sensitive to others¹ needs,   they will be viewed as thoughtful, considerate and understanding. However, their   egalitarian style and desire to manage by consensus, may sometimes be misinterpreted   as indicating an inability to take difficult, unpopular decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;Ten Rules to Live By to Achieve INFJ Success&lt;/span&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Feed Your Strengths!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;  Do things that allow your brilliant intuition and service-oriented manner to flourish. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Face Your Weaknesses!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;  See your weaknesses for what they are, and seek to overcome them.  Especially, strive to use  your judgment against your internal ideas and intuitions, rather than as a means of disregarding other people's ideas. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Talk Through Your Thoughts.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;  You need to step through your intuitions in order to put them into perspective.  Give yourself time to do this, and take advantage of discussing ideas with others.  You'll find externalizing your internal intuitions to be a valuable exercise. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Take in Everything.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;  Don't dismiss ideas prematurely because you don't respect the person generating the ideas, or because you think you already know it all.  After all, everybody has something to offer, and nobody knows everything.  Steven Covey says it so well when he says: "Seek first to understand, and then to be understood." &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;When You Get Angry, You Lose.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;  Your passion and intensity are strong assets, but can be very harmful if you allow yourself to fall into the "Anger Trap".  Remember that Anger is destructive to your personal relationships.  Work through your anger before you impress it upon others, or you will likely find yourself alone.  Disagreements and disappointments can only be handled effectively in a non-personal and dispassionate manner. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Keep Your Eye on the Big Picture&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;  Watch out for your tendency to become obsessed with details.  If you find yourself feeling very, very strongly about a small detail, take a big step back and make sure that you can still see the goal.  You're not going to get there if you get mired in the details. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Be Accountable for Yourself.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;  Don't blame the problems in your life on other people.  Look inwardly for solutions.  No one has more control over your life than you have. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Be Humble.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;  Judge yourself at least as harshly as you judge others.   &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Assume the Best.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;  Don't distress yourself and others by dwelling on the dark side of everything.  Just as there is a positive charge for every negative charge, there is a light side to every dark side. Remember that positive situations are created by positive attitudes. Expect the best, and the best will come forward. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Relax!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;  Do yourself a favor and learn how to effectively unwind.  Get exercise and restful sleep.  Take vacations.  Engage in  relaxing activities. Take care of yourself and your loved ones by learning to let go of your passion and intensity for a respite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;With traded heartbeats;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530517452303180418-4046547523629401226?l=tradedheartbeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tradedheartbeats.blogspot.com/feeds/4046547523629401226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530517452303180418&amp;postID=4046547523629401226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530517452303180418/posts/default/4046547523629401226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530517452303180418/posts/default/4046547523629401226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tradedheartbeats.blogspot.com/2008/11/12-infjs.html' title='#12: INFJs (:'/><author><name>Happenstance.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12141291642012036781</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-3530517452303180418.post-231678698048181616</id><published>2008-11-02T00:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T05:30:55.707-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='(true blue) BONA FIDE LOSER (:'/><title type='text'>#11: I think that I'm a ...</title><content type='html'>Yes, Jenn. Indeed, temptation kills. ): I wanna smash my Lappie badly too. (Haha, all talk but no do.) I know Dad will gladly smash it for me. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been schtuck to Lappie ever since morning, trying to work on Facebook answers for Ms Chua. The working part was only for a while, before I got lost at various sites again. (You know, the surfing? That kills too.) So, of course when I finally got back to the typing, the answers had no link, and I had completely no idea what I was saying. Zip. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese O's are just right smack Wednesday, along with Parent-Teacher Meeting. How? I haven't made any preparations like other hardworking people, and I am thoroughly ashamed of that. Dangz! Why can't I get my lazy ass to move and do some work instead of hogging onto Lappie! I am so screwed. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pure? Combined? So screwed. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I LOVE ALI (: (: (: Yay! (: (: (: She loves me too (: (: (: haha! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[notice this is the only sunny side of the post]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;With traded heartbeats;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530517452303180418-231678698048181616?l=tradedheartbeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tradedheartbeats.blogspot.com/feeds/231678698048181616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530517452303180418&amp;postID=231678698048181616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530517452303180418/posts/default/231678698048181616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530517452303180418/posts/default/231678698048181616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tradedheartbeats.blogspot.com/2008/11/11-i-think-that-im.html' title='#11: I think that I&apos;m a ...'/><author><name>Happenstance.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12141291642012036781</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-3530517452303180418.post-1095872002855745842</id><published>2008-10-26T23:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T23:55:30.205-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy Birthday Bud'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Next time won&apos;t you sing with me.'/><title type='text'>#10: Now I know my ABCs :D</title><content type='html'>koped from random blog (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;A bunny couldnt dance electric, fans go high in jets, kicking lemons making nuggets on plane quilt. Reach straight to universe, very wicked, xoom you zoo.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, that aside, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:Consolas;font-size:9pt;"  &gt;CHRYSTAL TEO QIU HAN! I'm making a shoutout to you (: HAPPY 15th BIRTHDAY GOING-HOME-ON-BUS31-BUDDY! :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;With traded heartbeats;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530517452303180418-1095872002855745842?l=tradedheartbeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tradedheartbeats.blogspot.com/feeds/1095872002855745842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530517452303180418&amp;postID=1095872002855745842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530517452303180418/posts/default/1095872002855745842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530517452303180418/posts/default/1095872002855745842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tradedheartbeats.blogspot.com/2008/10/now-i-know-my-abcs-d.html' title='#10: Now I know my ABCs :D'/><author><name>Happenstance.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12141291642012036781</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-3530517452303180418.post-1556182266267876143</id><published>2008-10-26T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T20:51:01.414-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='*(#$%^  ):'/><title type='text'>#09: How could they!!!??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:segoe print;font-size:250%;"  &gt;What the heck. I have been consuming melamine for the past year or so. I love Julie biscuits. ): And now I have to hate it. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;With traded heartbeats;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530517452303180418-1556182266267876143?l=tradedheartbeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tradedheartbeats.blogspot.com/feeds/1556182266267876143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530517452303180418&amp;postID=1556182266267876143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530517452303180418/posts/default/1556182266267876143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530517452303180418/posts/default/1556182266267876143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tradedheartbeats.blogspot.com/2008/10/09-how-could-they.html' title='#09: How could they!!!??'/><author><name>Happenstance.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12141291642012036781</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-3530517452303180418.post-3091975278712676726</id><published>2008-10-22T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T08:37:11.719-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Window.'/><title type='text'>#08: Johari.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://kevan.org/johari?name=K.Y.Z"&gt;http://kevan.org/johari?name=K.Y.Z&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go choose, with honesty [: Haha, oh and I doubt there will be any results ): since so few people come here. Hoho (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;With traded heartbeats;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530517452303180418-3091975278712676726?l=tradedheartbeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tradedheartbeats.blogspot.com/feeds/3091975278712676726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530517452303180418&amp;postID=3091975278712676726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530517452303180418/posts/default/3091975278712676726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530517452303180418/posts/default/3091975278712676726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tradedheartbeats.blogspot.com/2008/10/08-johari.html' title='#08: Johari.'/><author><name>Happenstance.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12141291642012036781</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-3530517452303180418.post-6032454264934294305</id><published>2008-10-19T06:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T07:28:50.471-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wow.'/><title type='text'>#07: Records</title><content type='html'>I actually went to U.S (not United States) B&amp;amp;J and tried &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;10 flavours&lt;/span&gt; of ice cream! Man, the girl there was so nice. Yeah, a bit paisehh but who cares [: Must be more&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; garang&lt;/span&gt;! Haha. Mom kept laughing and teasing me in front of the staff there. But, it was real good stuff. Ended up buying &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Phish food&lt;/span&gt; - that's chocolate with melted marshallows or something like that. Hoho :D Excellent!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for Carmen to come back in Dec so she can treat me B&amp;amp;J because she owed me from the last time. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;With traded heartbeats;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530517452303180418-6032454264934294305?l=tradedheartbeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tradedheartbeats.blogspot.com/feeds/6032454264934294305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530517452303180418&amp;postID=6032454264934294305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530517452303180418/posts/default/6032454264934294305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530517452303180418/posts/default/6032454264934294305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tradedheartbeats.blogspot.com/2008/10/07-records.html' title='#07: Records'/><author><name>Happenstance.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12141291642012036781</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-3530517452303180418.post-6276964797573338322</id><published>2008-10-14T07:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T07:49:22.810-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heritage Tour.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Debriefs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy Birthday'/><title type='text'>#06: Order in the Court.</title><content type='html'>Did I mention that I hate debriefs? Especially when they are held in the G.A where the air is stale, the atmosphere is (whattheheck), everyone's nearly quite as squashed, and your legs are giving way. That sucks. Worse still, you have to listen to teachers going on and on about how you're supposed to answer a particular question, while you worry or lament about your marks. Cramped legs + heavy eyelids + crappy marks sure make me go CRANKY ): I failed SS as expected, and had borderline passes for languages. Damn, I used to be good at languages... :/ Whatever happened to all of that. Speaking of this, I think the rest of the debriefs are gonna be a rough ride for me. I know that I screwed up. I feel it in my bones. Drop whatever expectations you have of me now and before, I am sorry to have failed you,&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; (once again)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as for today, Heritage Tour was my saviour. I was so totally intrigued by the courtroom. I still am trying to absorb the fact that I actually step foot into a High Court. (: I realised (finally) that Singapore's courts never did have jurys, thanks to Mr Lee Kuan Yew. Oh, and that lawyers do not have to carry stacks of documents, since now (21st century), computers are installed on their desks. With just a tiny click of a button, information would be directly sent to the computers so to speak. So that was an eye-opener. :D Oh, I even stepped foot into that weird 'U.F.O' thing I used to see while Dad was driving on the roads. It was amazing, the view, everything. Haha, Ali and I were trying to figure out what else U.F.O could stand for. This one was classic :  U F*** Oberon. Credits : Ali &amp;amp; only Ali! [: sick mindset right, I agree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What made the trip even more interesting was that friends were there with me :D&lt;br /&gt;[Mrs V Tan actually met her lawyer student there. Haha! Like I said, it's a small world afterall.]&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Harris was quite a good speaker. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"  &gt;A GOOD HAPPY FIFTEENTH BIRTHDAY TO TAYLILING (:&lt;/span&gt; Yes, I know, she can't see this, but... ohwells [: Pluz, the chocolate cake tasted good albeit it being melted. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What was with those nude ladies on the box (!!!!???).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span&gt;November Internship! (MOE thingo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;Reminder to self : Collect consent form from Ms Wee during recess tomorrow, and ask her about next Tue's talk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Edit: WTH. I forgot to go there during recess due to demoralizing grades. Dangz! ): Sorry Ms Wee :/ (not you Ali).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;With traded heartbeats;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530517452303180418-6276964797573338322?l=tradedheartbeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tradedheartbeats.blogspot.com/feeds/6276964797573338322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530517452303180418&amp;postID=6276964797573338322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530517452303180418/posts/default/6276964797573338322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530517452303180418/posts/default/6276964797573338322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tradedheartbeats.blogspot.com/2008/10/06-order-in-court.html' title='#06: Order in the Court.'/><author><name>Happenstance.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12141291642012036781</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-3530517452303180418.post-7989672045335504862</id><published>2008-10-11T08:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T08:39:25.508-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GDO (Girls Day Out.)'/><title type='text'>#05: Day out!</title><content type='html'>Vivo was the place, TM was just an 'appetizer'. It was for Z and I to buy our MYUK pouches! :D Haha, of course, we had a hard time deciding. But, Ali, if you're reading this, WE TOOK SHORTER THAN EVER (in our records of long decision-making processes) Yeah! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paya Lebar MRT was the next stop where we met J! Wow, it has been a long time since the last outing. Man, J and I coincidentally wore red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sidetrack: In case you didn't know, I was so &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt; on Friday. My top was &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt;, bag was &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt;, and my laces were &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt;. Pretty cool huh (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Train ride was pretty smooth I must say. When we came to Harbourfront, blood donation sessions were carried out alongside the control station, and FOC tissue packets were given out, balloons too (IT WAS &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;RED&lt;/span&gt;!!!). But guess what, when I approached the lady with the balloons, she handed the last one to this random secondary school girl and said, "She asked first." Ugh, but Z gave me hers and said she didn't want it, so that was that. Thanks BF (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed to Long John Silver and did a teeny weeny bit of shopping @ 37deg, where I still could not stop thinking about the $18 pencil case. ): Temptation kills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, House Bunny was a great movie. Anna Faris is ... hot. And maybe I did cry some bit. I was especially amazed at how she transformed the Zeta nerds into (ahem) babes. Like wow, and some of them resembled singers. On the whole - hilarious yet touching. [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Movie Quote! :&lt;br /&gt;Shelley(Playboy bunny turned house mother): "Your eyes are the nipples of your face."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, I had to leave early again, which ended the whole outing thingo. It was sad but I could not help it :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh ooh, bought a &lt;s&gt;new&lt;/s&gt; old book! What can I say, I'm quite a fan! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learnt a new song from Beethoven. Quite nice, but tough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night all belonged to Money No Enough 2. (: Movie night for 3/4 family! :D Dangz! I cried at the touching parts (as expected) and ended up having to dry my eyes @ 1 ++ so I wouldn't become a panda the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bestf, when is our (donut-filled) outing gonna be! IMY ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;With traded heartbeats;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530517452303180418-7989672045335504862?l=tradedheartbeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tradedheartbeats.blogspot.com/feeds/7989672045335504862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530517452303180418&amp;postID=7989672045335504862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530517452303180418/posts/default/7989672045335504862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530517452303180418/posts/default/7989672045335504862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tradedheartbeats.blogspot.com/2008/10/05-day-out.html' title='#05: Day out!'/><author><name>Happenstance.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12141291642012036781</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-3530517452303180418.post-1199138122489914212</id><published>2008-10-09T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T09:24:20.912-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Gift of GIving.'/><title type='text'>#04: More of Youtube</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/J0uvxoNzwvg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/J0uvxoNzwvg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall update some other time, it's 12.23 AM and counting already as we speak.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;With traded heartbeats;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530517452303180418-1199138122489914212?l=tradedheartbeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tradedheartbeats.blogspot.com/feeds/1199138122489914212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530517452303180418&amp;postID=1199138122489914212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530517452303180418/posts/default/1199138122489914212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530517452303180418/posts/default/1199138122489914212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tradedheartbeats.blogspot.com/2008/10/04-more-of-youtube.html' title='#04: More of Youtube'/><author><name>Happenstance.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12141291642012036781</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-3530517452303180418.post-8896754935077246385</id><published>2008-10-09T05:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T05:51:32.553-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='To her in typed letters.'/><title type='text'>#03: My Letter.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New,courier,monaco,monospace,sans-serif;"&gt;Hey &lt;span style="color: rgb(160, 255, 64);"&gt;Carmen&lt;/span&gt;! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Wassup dudette! Haha &lt;img src="http://mail.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/tsmileys2/01.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&gt; MY EXAMS ARE FINALLY OVERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!&lt;/span&gt; But I screwed up a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Hehe  :\&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; So, you're having orchestra audition and a recital? OMG. Dear dear&lt;br /&gt;&gt; friend, I wish you good luck. Just remember to breathe and believe. Have&lt;br /&gt;&gt; faith, cuz I know you can do so well. (:&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Wow, history about the Roman Republic? Oh goodness, I wish you good luck&lt;br /&gt;&gt; from the bottom of my heart mann! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; I can't stop thinking about the 37 degrees pencil case. See luh&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Carmen, you spoil(t) me!!! D: Rawr.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; + you know the whole melamine issue thingo right? China milk stuff? Haha,&lt;br /&gt;&gt; sorry, very random.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; I make it green by using the tools and functions that Yahoo! Mail&lt;br /&gt;&gt; provides me. Pretty right!&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida console,sans-serif;"&gt;&gt; &amp;amp; HOW IS IT THAT YOU GET TO ENJOY SNOW AND I DON'T! EEYER. YOU SO GOOD ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; I never experienced real snow before. Pluz, the  night sky there is&lt;br /&gt;&gt; breathtaking. Especially when they don't have so tall buildings blocking&lt;br /&gt;&gt; the view of those beautiful stars. (: Send me a nice photo of the starry&lt;br /&gt;&gt; night sky when you have the chance kk :D&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Muttons to Midnight now offering people a chance to go on an all expense&lt;br /&gt;&gt; pay trip to JAPAN to see KATY PERRY. OMG, I love her songs :x even though&lt;br /&gt;&gt; they're kinda bitchy and stuff. Hoho   ME WANT!!!!!!!!!!!! ):&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; I MISS YOUUU. Haha, now everytime I think of Vivo &amp;amp; Bugis (Neos!), I&lt;br /&gt;&gt; think of you. USA, you. TKGS, you. Whupz. I sound mushy! [:&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Come back sooooooooooooon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma,new york,times,serif;"&gt;&gt; Keep working hard ok, your efforts will really pay off! You go girl! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma,new york,times,serif;"&gt;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:garamond,new york,times,serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&gt; Love, &lt;img src="http://mail.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/tsmileys2/40.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; K.Y.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the little &gt;s. It's due to Yahoo! E-mail system thang which I have no idea how it works, so that's that. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;With traded heartbeats;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530517452303180418-8896754935077246385?l=tradedheartbeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tradedheartbeats.blogspot.com/feeds/8896754935077246385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530517452303180418&amp;postID=8896754935077246385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530517452303180418/posts/default/8896754935077246385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530517452303180418/posts/default/8896754935077246385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tradedheartbeats.blogspot.com/2008/10/03-my-letter.html' title='#03: My Letter.'/><author><name>Happenstance.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12141291642012036781</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-3530517452303180418.post-3162896834115579388</id><published>2008-10-09T04:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T04:25:44.412-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Niga Higa'/><title type='text'>#02: Youtube!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wXFCPUlGYEM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wXFCPUlGYEM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ali, you can watch Niga Higa here. (: I've been watching his videos and yeah, they're good. Love the interview with Milo Ventimiglia! Haha :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;U.P.D.A.T.E!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;With traded heartbeats;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530517452303180418-3162896834115579388?l=tradedheartbeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tradedheartbeats.blogspot.com/feeds/3162896834115579388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530517452303180418&amp;postID=3162896834115579388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530517452303180418/posts/default/3162896834115579388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530517452303180418/posts/default/3162896834115579388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tradedheartbeats.blogspot.com/2008/10/02-youtube.html' title='#02: Youtube!'/><author><name>Happenstance.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12141291642012036781</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-3530517452303180418.post-5503872899193758039</id><published>2008-10-09T03:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T03:10:58.407-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love.'/><title type='text'>#01: Hey Alicia!</title><content type='html'>Yes, I've finally made up a new blog again. So, Alicia, keep to your promise and &lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;UPDATE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;With traded heartbeats;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530517452303180418-5503872899193758039?l=tradedheartbeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tradedheartbeats.blogspot.com/feeds/5503872899193758039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530517452303180418&amp;postID=5503872899193758039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530517452303180418/posts/default/5503872899193758039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530517452303180418/posts/default/5503872899193758039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tradedheartbeats.blogspot.com/2008/10/01-hey-alicia.html' title='#01: Hey Alicia!'/><author><name>Happenstance.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12141291642012036781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
