<?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-7741563</id><updated>2011-04-22T11:11:18.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[sweet love]</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>laurafied</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885971577587464429</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>157</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741563.post-4282420442073857363</id><published>2007-03-01T10:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T10:21:59.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'>girlsgirlsgirls!!</title><content type='html'>miss all my girls so much. can't wait for sunday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: do you all keep those HANDSEWN hearts properly!?! hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741563-4282420442073857363?l=laurafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/feeds/4282420442073857363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741563&amp;postID=4282420442073857363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/4282420442073857363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/4282420442073857363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/2007/03/girlsgirlsgirls.html' title='girlsgirlsgirls!!'/><author><name>laurafied</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885971577587464429</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-7741563.post-117129564929632666</id><published>2007-02-12T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T01:25:35.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'>eating</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6779/491/1600/212393/DSC03604.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 223px; height: 167px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6779/491/320/919495/DSC03604.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;cny brings such joy! 15 provence croissants everyday after dinner + 3 b&amp;j's within 2 days + bahgua + black pepper crab + fried mars bars + nasi lemaks.. ahhh.. smiling tummy. can't wait for the reunion dinner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6779/491/1600/771930/DSC03596.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6779/491/320/575487/DSC03596.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741563-117129564929632666?l=laurafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/feeds/117129564929632666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741563&amp;postID=117129564929632666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/117129564929632666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/117129564929632666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/2007/02/eating.html' title='eating'/><author><name>laurafied</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885971577587464429</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-7741563.post-116966039612980716</id><published>2007-01-25T01:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T01:39:56.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gymmhymmsingggggbrrrrrrrrrringggggg.haha</title><content type='html'>highlight of the day: made in aussie milo is back and alive in singapore!!!!!! OH THE LOVE!!! now i no longer have to suffer by drinking outta the teeenyweeny can yc bought for me all the way from australia (thanks babe.loveya!!). i've been limiting myself to only 1 cup per day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aniw, funny thing i should be thinking bout this while eating my cocopops. am i the only one or are all of you out there gym noobs? i hear ppl talking bout going to the gym like as if it's their home.  i have to admit, i've only been to the gym twice... and recently. um, 2 weeks back. and when i went there i was like "OOOH.." "AHHH.." "WOW.." like i've never seen some aircon place with machines everywhr and tvs all over (ok, i really have not). i can't believe i'm laughing at myself now. but i was trying to use the treadmill and was making sucha fool outta myself by standing thr and going "how to on?!", "what do i do?", "what did i just do!!" and "omg i give up" to aza. the malay girls beside me actually rolled their eyes and laughed at me. oh well. at least i can safely say i'm quite gd at it now! but seriously, 20mins on that tradmill seems like only 800m on the track. for real!! ahh... such illusions painted by that machine. trust me, if you think you're great doing 20min on that, try mr teo's traning.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and! i tried this machine which is ridiculous and surprisingly amazing.. SHOULDER PRESSES. i say, any of you who go to the gym should try that!!! i started with 1 kg and by the time i did my 5th one, i had to ask aza to help me lift it up. so i carried on with no weights. and hey for starts, i couldn't lift it after the 7th rep. i.am.not.weak. i DARE any of you out thr to do it.. (including you jean. hehe :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a slightly more random note, BK is da bomb. had it for dinner today. it was heaven really.. loved the double mushroom swiss meal and will always love it. ok, credits to you daryl for that first bite back in ps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741563-116966039612980716?l=laurafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/feeds/116966039612980716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741563&amp;postID=116966039612980716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/116966039612980716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/116966039612980716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/2007/01/gymmhymmsingggggbrrrrrrrrrringggggghah.html' title='gymmhymmsingggggbrrrrrrrrrringggggg.haha'/><author><name>laurafied</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885971577587464429</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-7741563.post-116871392102312236</id><published>2007-01-14T02:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T02:46:39.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>history forever</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6779/491/1600/273268/history.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 334px; height: 184px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6779/491/320/437917/history.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741563-116871392102312236?l=laurafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/feeds/116871392102312236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741563&amp;postID=116871392102312236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/116871392102312236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/116871392102312236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/2007/01/history-forever.html' title='history forever'/><author><name>laurafied</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885971577587464429</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-7741563.post-116820210469447047</id><published>2007-01-08T04:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T03:36:10.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sunshine days</title><content type='html'>merry christmas and a happy new yr, everyone! hope ya'll had a great time. i've finally made my new yr's resolution.. yeah, roll your eyes. who keeps 'em? oh well, i'll try my very best.&lt;br /&gt;1. exercise!!! i need to get my lazy bum outta the house. stop all that procrastinating and lose those flabs. i know.. i'm not fat. but i'm not toned either.&lt;br /&gt;2. slp proper hours ie, waking up in the am and slping at pm. not the other way round.&lt;br /&gt;3. save money!!!!!!!!! think travel and more shopping.&lt;br /&gt;i think these 3 are more than enough for me to handle. anyway, everyone's back at school hitting the books cept for me. so far i've only crashed tpjc.. oh geez. it was such a bore. oh well, one down, more to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went down to zouk ystd to support jean in her inter-jc pageant. screamed and cheered a lot for her. mind you, our lovely lady won third! happy for ya girl.. who says big boobs win it all? (haha) pictures up next time, if i ever get to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm finally done with uploading the prom pics from the cam. i know.. i took soooo long. prom was fun! despite the rushing up and down to settle diff stuff. i had to reach there at 10am on the day itself. decorations, last min rehersals and all. then mom picked me up and i went down to jessie to get my hair done. nothing fanciful though, just a simple bun and er.. whatever she did. but loved it. then we drove down to get my war paint on. geez, it was seriously paint i tell ya. the makeup was sooo thick i felt really fake. angela came down for awhile and shopped with us. i must be the most last min person in the whole schl. i bought my dress and earrings the day before prom, shoes and necklace in the afternoon of that day itself. haha. mama fetched me back and it was crazy time. everyone was rushing to finish stuff.. i was still in my fbts and shirt when everyone came! haha. but everything was worth it. (the food sucked) i hope everyone enjoyed themselves! cheers to all! and oh, a wonderful performance by the pageant darls. great job you guys. alright.. enough talk. pictures for the prom are up, finally. i'm so proud i actually figured out the whole slide.com thing by myself. this tech age is getting into me, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you want any picture, tell me the number i keyed in online. also if you see my face in any of your pictures, send them to me. later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-37.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=un&amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=144115188078046007&amp;site=widget-37.slide.com" name="flashticker" align="middle" height="300" width="700"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 700px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?tt=0&amp;cy=un&amp;amp;amp;ad=0&amp;id=144115188078046007&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-37.slide.com/p1/144115188078046007/un_t000_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide1.gif" ismap="ismap" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?tt=0&amp;cy=un&amp;amp;amp;ad=0&amp;id=144115188078046007&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-37.slide.com/p2/144115188078046007/un_t000_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide2.gif" ismap="ismap" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741563-116820210469447047?l=laurafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/feeds/116820210469447047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741563&amp;postID=116820210469447047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/116820210469447047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/116820210469447047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/2007/01/sunshine-days.html' title='sunshine days'/><author><name>laurafied</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885971577587464429</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-7741563.post-116473561689165628</id><published>2006-11-29T01:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T01:45:15.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sicksicksick..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6779/491/1600/DSC03520.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6779/491/320/DSC03520.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm officially physically sick.. and love sick. i miss my mommy!! i can't sleep properly, eat properly and all without her around. i'm too lazy to see the doc without her too.. mommy mommy mommmmmmmmmmmy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shandi's working at gg5 at parkway. visit her!! she looked ultra bored when i visited her this afternoon.. it was barely 2 hours into her job. haha, everyone knows you'd quit real soon darling. i will visit you as much as i can! love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aniw, please be  at RTC by 645pm for prom. bring your tickets yes.. we're going to be real strict bout the entry. other ppl crashing is a strict no-no. and keep your ticket after that cos there's gonna be a lucky draw. can't wait to see all you lovely ladies and men there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that is for you, bryan hoho. when she stayed over, while talking to you on the phone waiting for the cookies to bake.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741563-116473561689165628?l=laurafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/feeds/116473561689165628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741563&amp;postID=116473561689165628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/116473561689165628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/116473561689165628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/2006/11/sicksicksick.html' title='sicksicksick..'/><author><name>laurafied</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885971577587464429</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-7741563.post-116451426090574808</id><published>2006-11-26T11:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T12:13:05.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello yellow!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6779/491/1600/135535/DSC00850.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6779/491/320/98813/DSC00850.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hellooooooo! Am still down with fever and flu. i didn't go out for the whole entire day.. geez. everyday after the big o's was playplayplay from 8am till 3am.. till my body broke down ystd. haha. mag's over now, bought this sick poor girl at home breakfast! family's away to m'sia.. i'm left with $150 for the rest of the 5 days.............. survivor island! i'll prolly end up eating maggie mee everyday. (maggie screams NOOOOOOO!) aniw a big hello to angela and isa and aza if you're reading this! WE LURBE YOUZ. and to the rest of you guys out there (who're not sec4 this yr..) HAHAHA I HAVE NO MORE HOLIDAY HW EVER AGN!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: this big goondo here forgot to apply for a jc........ all the playing has made my memory go a lil haywire. ggxx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/p/s: sorry, n00bz at putting other stuff other than words in the blog. we need blogginghelp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6779/491/1600/659119/DSC00842.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6779/491/320/700832/DSC00842.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6779/491/1600/749158/DSC00846.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6779/491/320/479922/DSC00846.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6779/491/1600/988018/DSC00838.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6779/491/320/524992/DSC00838.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6779/491/1600/275262/DSC00849.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 157px; height: 210px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6779/491/320/190839/DSC00849.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741563-116451426090574808?l=laurafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/feeds/116451426090574808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741563&amp;postID=116451426090574808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/116451426090574808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/116451426090574808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/2006/11/hello-yellow.html' title='hello yellow!'/><author><name>laurafied</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885971577587464429</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-7741563.post-116245505363937655</id><published>2006-11-02T15:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T16:54:11.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>praise the lord!</title><content type='html'>yesterday at around dinner time, i started freaking out. i had not completed anything for history and had so many chpts to learn.. by 12am i still wasn't done studying and the paper starts at 8am. so i gave up and closed the book. i did pray for concentration and all but only 2chpts seemed to be able to stay in my memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't rush, i didn't panick, i went on to do my devotions. you'd expect God to give you a verse of comfort, of relief but no, he gave me psalms 150 which speaks about praising the lord. "Let everything that has breath praise the Lord. Praise the Lord." After that i felt a huge sense of relief come upon me.. I didn't panick, neither did a million thoughts race through my mind about "die, never study finish. die die die." the only reason why i couldn't sleep was becos i was worrying for bernie. dear girl, stay strong. I know how you feel.. God will be there for you! i prayed for you last night, i hope you're feeling better. you can always call me in the middle of the night, i'll be there for you. :) -big hug!-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and surprise surprise, when i opened the exam script, the 2 chpts i studied came out!! i shouted pretty loudly in the hall that mdm siak stared at me. :X the qns were even the same as the prelims one, just that they twisted it. (the entire prelim seq wasn't written by me. honest. it was God who wrote it cos i have no memory of having such knowledge and ability to write that kinda essay) but all in all, i thank God for everything. that the exam was in his hands. if i were to do well, it would entirely be because of God. may all glory be to his name~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so all you babes out there, don't fret. God is there for you! just study!!! don't regret like me.&lt;br /&gt;yay :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741563-116245505363937655?l=laurafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/feeds/116245505363937655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741563&amp;postID=116245505363937655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/116245505363937655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/116245505363937655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/2006/11/praise-lord.html' title='praise the lord!'/><author><name>laurafied</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885971577587464429</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-7741563.post-116179566574784725</id><published>2006-10-26T00:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T01:01:05.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DIEEEEEEEEEEEEEE</title><content type='html'>i.am.super.super.duper.screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAVEN'T STARTED STUDYING!!!!! All i've been doing is: sleep till 4pm, eat, watch tv, go out, use the computer, nap, eat........ DIE DIE DIE DIE. i'm feeling so horrid now. I HAVE TO CRAM 2 YEARS WORTH OF KNOWLEDGE INTO 1 WEEK MY GOODNESS DIE DIE DIE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks everyone who has encouraged me.. :) really appreciate it. I shall turn on my full strength mugging mode. If you see me online, tell me to go away and study. If you're too free, msg me to make sure i'm studying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till after the o's... all the best darlings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741563-116179566574784725?l=laurafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/feeds/116179566574784725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741563&amp;postID=116179566574784725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/116179566574784725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/116179566574784725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/2006/10/dieeeeeeeeeeeeee.html' title='DIEEEEEEEEEEEEEE'/><author><name>laurafied</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885971577587464429</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-7741563.post-116075970585862697</id><published>2006-10-14T00:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T01:49:40.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WADE ROBSON SO HOT.</title><content type='html'>Today is the 13th Oct 2006, a Friday. Most people freakout when they see this but heck, was this day such a blast!! Idiots i tell you all, idiots if you didn't catch the overdrive comp starring Wade Robson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WADE ROBSON IS SO SO SO SO SO SO SO HOT!!! ..i just had to let it out of my chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today was a day of mixed feelings. Mixed extreme feelings, in fact. extreme happiness and craziness and well, ok, not that extreme but pretty sad. Sad cos today's the last day of school. when you walk round, you go, "its the last time i'm gonna see this! better treasure!" every single teacher was so sweet, giving us presents and saying their heartfelt thoughts. Felt so loved and touched! (esp Bakar's "from the bottom of my heart" speech) I will miss you all-teachers and classmates! Whether we've been close, or not so close, whether you've endured my nonsense or not, from the (quote)bottom of my heart, i love you all! thank you for being part of this wonderful memory that will forever be etched in my mind :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here's one for all the trackers out there. whether you've graduated or not, i miss you all! I REALLY REALLY DO. all the crazy times we had.. the many movie marathons, ponning training, faking injuries, camwhoring, screaming like siao and all.. i miss, i miss, i so miss it. You have really made my sec 1,2 and 3 years come to life. We never had a dull day and we were always there for each other.. as i look through the photos we took now, (yes i still have the entire album) i can't help but feel so sad. I love you guys! you're like family to me :) i rmber our black val outing and christmas party now...... it was so much fun! I treasure each and everyone of you. all of you exude a unique quality which has brought so much joy into my life. Love you babies always! Don't forget to DRINK YOUR CARROT JUICE!!!! &lt;333&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and finally, on the happier and much more exciting note.. WADE ROBSON IS TOO HOT TOO HOT TOO HOT!!!! i'm officially in love... yet again. haha. His dance moves were the bomb! Everyone was grooving to the beat! Angela, next time we'll go even crazier.. But be warned, I'LL POST YOUR DANCE MOVES ON YOUTUBE BEFORE YOU CAN POST MINE!!!!! All in all, the whole concert was a 'WOW!!OMGWTHSONICE!!'. you get the idea.. a pity for those who didn't go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before i go off, i just wanna speak words of wisdom as a senior of NAS to the sec3 ppl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) STUDY YOUR AMATHS AND PRACTICE IT EVERYDAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;2) START STUDYING NOW BECAUSE YOU WILL SERIOUSLY REGRET IF YOU DON'T!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, bye! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j136/laura_0611/track.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rmber this?:):)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741563-116075970585862697?l=laurafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/feeds/116075970585862697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741563&amp;postID=116075970585862697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/116075970585862697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/116075970585862697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/2006/10/wade-robson-so-hot.html' title='WADE ROBSON SO HOT.'/><author><name>laurafied</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885971577587464429</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-7741563.post-116059332440504793</id><published>2006-10-12T02:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T03:08:52.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>quiz~</title><content type='html'>hellooooooooooo! back to do this lame quiz again which i really do enjoy doing for some reason.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;shawn: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;1. WTHPEWPEWLASERBEAMROFLIMOCHUCKNORRISFRAGU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;2. go try joining CO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;3. black!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;4. MAGARITAS!!!!!! okay lah, its not you. but i like it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;5. mm... i really forgot. but well, ok i really forgot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;6. cheetah? for some reason i dont know why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;7. the only thing i can think of is.. magaritas! when?!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;christie:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;1. the oh sister.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;2. run back to singapore! now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;3. pink~ sweet just like you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;4. smart! i know your grades are the best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;5. rmber when i taught you that " MELODDDDDDDDDDY" thing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;6. little kitty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;7. mm. is it hard to move all the way to aussie and leaving sgp?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;aza: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;1. INDIAAAAAAA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;2. eat.chocolates.everyday.for.a.month. (i know you'd die!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;3. brown. just like your furniture.. woody brown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;4. full of life and always positive!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;5. hmmm... i'm not so sure. perhaps grass patch days?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;6. MEOW.. since you have so many.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;7. actually, nth to ask you! but well, how do you ever do a split!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;py:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;1. five dollah, five dollah, five dollah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;2. i can think of one so quickly. PICK UP A SPORT. like.. mm, RUGBY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;3. black/white&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;4. act tough and dare to admit it! hah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;5. i guess.. when shandi mentioned bout you? telling me bout your friend's hair consciousness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;6. white tiger. cos you're so fair!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;7. when are my other dares coming? moolah moolah here i come~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;okay, now off to catch up on some zzs. night everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741563-116059332440504793?l=laurafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/feeds/116059332440504793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741563&amp;postID=116059332440504793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/116059332440504793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/116059332440504793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/2006/10/quiz.html' title='quiz~'/><author><name>laurafied</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885971577587464429</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-7741563.post-116023939450862141</id><published>2006-10-08T00:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T00:43:14.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAHAHAH!</title><content type='html'>FUNNIEST SHIT OF THE YEAR. total pwnage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=92NOXSe7CzM&amp;mode=related&amp;amp;search=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;make your day ladies and gentlemen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741563-116023939450862141?l=laurafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/feeds/116023939450862141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741563&amp;postID=116023939450862141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/116023939450862141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/116023939450862141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/2006/10/hahahah.html' title='HAHAHAH!'/><author><name>laurafied</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885971577587464429</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-7741563.post-115962987159341644</id><published>2006-09-30T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T23:43:11.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>white men!!!!! :D</title><content type='html'>dang dang dang ding dong dang. the weekend's half gone!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am currently in a very stupid mood. feeling extremely stupid because i can't sign into msn and this is one of the few blue moments i feel like using the net. usually i just play solitare about 30 times before switching the com off. okay la, very n00b i know. but i bet no one can beat me.. dealing in less than 100s. heh. anyway, feeling extremely stupid because moi, the com noob, just complained to my brother about this rubbish msn and he asked me to troubleshoot it. and i don't know what that is. geez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, recently i discovered something pretty exciting. i am a shy girl. i really am. which is pretty zai.. ok. enough. i am starting to sound like those freaks in lan shops where they always go "gg ah!", "damn zai lah, i headshot all of them". haha, i am terrible in lan shops. when i play cs, people can knife me. how embarassing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, grad day was on friday. it was pretty dope. i couldn't move at all while dancing cos dw was making me laugh and laugh and laugh. i swear, him kicking the door while dancing is priceless. bakar and hardi were hot. i told both of them i loved them on the class cards and mr bakar said i was so sweeeeeeeeet. (be jealous all you conniving girls) aniw, mr bakar, shandi and i took a photo too. i held his hand!!!! i'm the bomb. also, the entire class stayed back till the schl closed (which is 7pm), TAKING PHOTOS. either we are mad or we are just cam whores. i think i took a million photos. and none on mine. i'm so sore about dropping my camera into the touch pool at the underwater world. grumblewhinegrumble. so anyone who sees my beautiful face in your wonderful camera, please, send it to my fantastic computer when you see the glorious me sign in to msn. (which i currently don't know how to) thank you. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now on to do that quiz thing which i find quite zai. (when you just learn a word, you have to keep using it la)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. i'll respond with smth random about you.&lt;br /&gt;2. i'll challenge you to try smth new.&lt;br /&gt;3. i'll pick a colour i associate with you.&lt;br /&gt;4. i'll tell you smth i like about you.&lt;br /&gt;5. i'll tell you my first/clearest memory about you.&lt;br /&gt;6. i'll tell you what animal you remind me of.&lt;br /&gt;7. i'll ask you smth i've always wanted to ask you.&lt;br /&gt;8. you must post this on yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;cherrie:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;1. hweehweeeeehweehweeeeehweeehweee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;2. go skinny dipping!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;3. sky blue. i don't know why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;4. i like you loh. all of you.*big kiss*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;5. the neoprint with half of calvin and half of mel!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;6. monkey. only because cheryl=banana which = monkey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;7. will you marry me? (!!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;jt:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;1. emdd! lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;2. go cut botak. heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;3. black. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;4. very nice person :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;5. macdonald's after emdd whr you accidentally took a photo of me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;6. hmm. zebra. haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;7. how do you take such nice photos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;yc:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;1. one thousand!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;2. go learn sync swimming. hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;3. yellow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;4. responsible!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;5. zsa cried, no, wept on the floor cos you broke up with her in sec1 or 2. i thought you were so mean!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;6. big grizzly bear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;7. how many cups of water do you drink a day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;okay and other ppl's next time.. now i feel like having an ipod partner. one that won't be embarrassed when i start dancing and singing like a lunatic in the middle of the road! so hurry, lunatics too, anyone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741563-115962987159341644?l=laurafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/feeds/115962987159341644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741563&amp;postID=115962987159341644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/115962987159341644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/115962987159341644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/2006/09/white-men-d.html' title='white men!!!!! :D'/><author><name>laurafied</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885971577587464429</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-7741563.post-115911432311035946</id><published>2006-09-25T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T00:14:47.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i have nothing - whitney houston</title><content type='html'>i feel like life has never been this relax. the thought of O's doesn't even bother me. how can! i was hoping to fail my prelims like crap so that i could wake up but no.. i did fairly ok, considering i'm eligible for jc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i'm thankful though. thankful to God who pulled me through.. i know he's behind all this and my 15 pnts would never be possible without him. i mean, like 1 hr or reading through your notes and you still can pass? God's grace it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's a naggy guilty feeling as i think of it. i've disappointed God. i should have studied to glorify him but instead i just indulge myself in the pleasures of the earth, namely, the tv. seriously every single time i tell myself i'm gonna study for God, i go home and fall asleep. zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now i'm gonna put my foot down on this. flee distractions, flee. STUDY LAURA STUDY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study study. okay, you get the drift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s life has been horrible without my made in australia milo. i'm dying.&lt;br /&gt;p/p/s i'll do the if you tag me thing the next time i come online.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741563-115911432311035946?l=laurafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/feeds/115911432311035946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741563&amp;postID=115911432311035946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/115911432311035946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/115911432311035946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-have-nothing-whitney-houston.html' title='i have nothing - whitney houston'/><author><name>laurafied</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885971577587464429</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-7741563.post-115764874616600101</id><published>2006-09-08T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T23:30:00.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a blessed day.</title><content type='html'>how is everyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's one of those days where the skies are blue and the stars shine brightly for you. my day started of well, rushing down with mama to catch our 1 for 1 swenson's ice cream deal! somehow, i never get sick of my all time favourite chocolate crunch. speaking of which.. yestderday's dinner/supper was awesome! i love you girls forever :) we managed to eat one of the steveirwinkiller's grandkids, kang kong, lotsa satay, chicken wings and omelette. who cares if i put on another kg? my tummy was happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm munching my milo cereal as i think about my life after the o's. pleasant thoughts running through my mind of days filled with fun and laughter! i drew up a huge wishlist of things i want and have to do, starting with getting a job! no more taking money from mommy for me. oh, i dropped by prints the other day and they have the best papers, cards, ribbons and boxes! but they're far too expensive for me.. i shall go scouting for cheaper materials to make a scrapbook for mama :) i can't wait for christmas to come!! my absolutely fav season. here's my list of what i plan to do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;find a pretty prom dress, repaint and redecorate my room, comb singapore for lovely cheap finds, work (!!), spend time with my dearest family and friends, spend days in supermarkets and interesting stores, photog, learn to sew and stitch, craft, more blading, cycling, learn to cook! (ohhh those souffles, mousse cakes, strawberry tarts..), picnics at parks, do my best for dance, pick up a new hobby, pilates, soccer, travel(!!!!!!) and so much more! everyone is welcome to join my picnic if i ever learn how to bake and cook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, i've been hooked on the net for the past one hour. great gosh are there many things i want to buy and ship in! anthropologie alone has 5 beautiful coats i'm lusting after. i shall work hard, save up and get one of them. i hope i'll be able to save up enough to travel just about everywhere. bangkok, europe, bintan, aussie! oh boy, i'll be the happiest girl alive. how's the hols everyone? lots of love, laura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j136/laura_0611/zaraboy-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's how my future son will look like!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;here's something for everyone:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you tag me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I'll respond with something random about you.&lt;br /&gt;2. I'll challenge you to try something.&lt;br /&gt;3. I'll pick a colour that I associate with you.&lt;br /&gt;4. I'll tell you something I like about you.&lt;br /&gt;5. I'll tell you my first/clearest memory about you.&lt;br /&gt;6. I'll tell you what animal you remind me of.&lt;br /&gt;7. I'll ask you something I've always wanted to ask you.&lt;br /&gt;8. You must post this on yours&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741563-115764874616600101?l=laurafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/feeds/115764874616600101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741563&amp;postID=115764874616600101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/115764874616600101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/115764874616600101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/2006/09/blessed-day.html' title='a blessed day.'/><author><name>laurafied</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885971577587464429</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-7741563.post-115652931299372449</id><published>2006-08-26T01:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T02:22:27.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mai hum, my humps, your lumps?</title><content type='html'>hello world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;timecheck: 1.20am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really ought to stop taking such long nice afternoon naps. today's record breaking, i only took a nap of 6hrs. oh and cherrie, i am a com n00b no more. i d/l-ed msn messenger into this comp all by myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so glad the intensive hardcorex prelim week is over. it's a joyous occasion for some who've finished. but golly gee, i still have 2 more papers left.. such a bore. ah well, i've screwed my prelims like no other. if i ever get 20 points and below, ice cream for all! chai noi was being sucha beeech this morning. she actually cut 10minutes from our paper time (!!) because.. actually there was no reason.. except we started late. very nice of her indeed. i could have wrote more rubbish in the paper which leads to a higher probability of me getting it right and hence getting more marks for geog and as a result maybe actually being able to pass my comb humans. (see i left 19marks worth blank in ss) what's done is done. oh but here's one for all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chem: write an eqn for the reaction when you add coke and iron in the blast furnace (smth along tht line)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;coke + iron --&gt; pepsi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;well done bq. $20 bucks to those who'd write this in the coming o's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for 2 whole weeks i had to endure the constant naggings from my bf and mom. my mom insisted i pay more attention to my bf than to the tv and my bf insisted i spend every single day with him. so i figured i'd just find a way to find my own space. i slept every afternoon away and ditched him for the tv every night. he just sat at the table and stared and stared and stared at me. gosh. so sometimes i actually felt a little guilty and went over to talk to him during the commercials. haha. i have to put up with him for another 3 months..... oh the torture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;timecheck: 1.49am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really really ought to go to bed. maybe i should just talk to my bf now. hahaha. oh! i drew up a list of everything i've been eating this week. i put on 2kg during this prelim period.. (if this persists for the month id put on 8kg :|) i need to get my lazy bum out of the bed and start exercising off those ester linkages. or maybe cutting down on its monomers like gylcerol is enough. at least let me see my cheekbones again. aza! lets go blade down to parkway and back again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;food check: fries, milo, filet o fish burgers, mushroom swiss, apple pie, zinger, 3 days of hotcakes, hashbrowns, banmian, pizza, tons of ice cream, swenson's, coffeeclub, eggs, eggs, more eggs, 3packets of milo cereal, rambutans, yong tau foo, 20 'mussolini' bars, baked rice, crackers,  bread(yeah i'm a bread and butter person), 30 sticks of satay!!, 20 chicken wings, black pepper crab, white hor fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats what i call love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;timecheck: 2.01am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;g'night all!&lt;br /&gt;p/s: according to shawn, the big o's is in 2mnths and 10 days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741563-115652931299372449?l=laurafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/feeds/115652931299372449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741563&amp;postID=115652931299372449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/115652931299372449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/115652931299372449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/2006/08/mai-hum-my-humps-your-lumps.html' title='mai hum, my humps, your lumps?'/><author><name>laurafied</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885971577587464429</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-7741563.post-115484739428731557</id><published>2006-08-06T14:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T17:12:20.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>from me, to you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;from within, so my soul speaks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is so weird.. we were completely amoral, defiant people within the boundaries of love.. was it all a facade? we have gone through so much.... ups, downs, emotionally tumultuous times. which all boiled down to nothing but drained weary hearts and jaded souls. but somehow, i've never, or rather, we've never been truly liberated. from what? who knows... my guess is from each other. somewhere, somehow, we are still connected.. the longing never fades. but now, here i am.. pushing towards eventual emancipation. darling, i will pull through. and so will you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741563-115484739428731557?l=laurafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/feeds/115484739428731557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741563&amp;postID=115484739428731557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/115484739428731557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/115484739428731557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/2006/08/from-me-to-you.html' title='from me, to you.'/><author><name>laurafied</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885971577587464429</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-7741563.post-114917226748381548</id><published>2006-06-01T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T22:31:07.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>holiday lovin'</title><content type='html'>only the first day of june and i'm loving every minute of the hols! and.... before you know it, schl will be starting soon, again. spoiler!! anyway, cycling is the bomb, esp in the longkangs but boy do you get dirty if you fall. haha, so far i've been to pasir ris park twice. its the best at night! very few people, nobody cares if you scream, food nearby and best of all.. the sand! you get to sand the losers all around you. i think i've pespired more by playing at the playground than any of the track trainings i've been to. and to cool off, just head into any swimming pool nearby and jump in with your clothes on, only to worry about how you're gonna get home with your undergarments all wet after the swim. hah! geez. of course, don't miss out on shopping. shopping's great with all the salessssssssssssssss. okay, time for another downtown east trip. its not really a fun place to be afterall. the neoprint machines suck!! they run out of printing paper like wth (?!?!) alright, bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s my birthday's coming soon. PRESENTS PRREEEEEASEE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741563-114917226748381548?l=laurafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/feeds/114917226748381548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741563&amp;postID=114917226748381548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/114917226748381548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/114917226748381548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/2006/06/holiday-lovin.html' title='holiday lovin&apos;'/><author><name>laurafied</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885971577587464429</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-7741563.post-114865769423495983</id><published>2006-05-26T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T23:13:28.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>triump sucka!</title><content type='html'>if you're another one of those losers who are intending to rush down to centrepoint to buy triump bras (i am the loser), don't waste your time. Urban made a serious error... they said the new tshirt bras were going at 2 for $39.90. Well, they are not. They're still the same price. It's the other older collections that are....... Gosh. But its the GSS afterall. I'm glad I hit the malls on the first day of it. I'm a sucka for cheap thrills! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;laughter, smiles.So perfect... without forgetting the big fat longkang! Hah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741563-114865769423495983?l=laurafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/feeds/114865769423495983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741563&amp;postID=114865769423495983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/114865769423495983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/114865769423495983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/2006/05/triump-sucka.html' title='triump sucka!'/><author><name>laurafied</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885971577587464429</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-7741563.post-114649106046910067</id><published>2006-05-01T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T22:17:40.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ohmyohmy......PAP.</title><content type='html'>My personal views&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason, my head is boiling over certain things that have been said by the PAP. The PM said that Mr Gomez should come clean and be accountable to what he has done (that is not hand in a form) I have to say, has the govt body come clean and be accountable for what has happened in the NKF? (I mean if you need such a huge account to what has happened over a form, what about this?) Such that out of every dollar donated, 10c ONLY goes to patients. Some get rejected and are told they can't get help and where does some of the money go to? Does our health minister not have anything to do with this? (our health minister's running for elections..) Afterall, i assume NKF is related to health (if not military or education?) would the NKF not have to be accountable to the health minister? And if so, i assume, would the health minister not be accountable to us for this. And the prog package for the lower income group.. who's money is it really? Our PM earns $160,000 a MONTH. (some crazy shopping!) So for a small country like Sgp, our minister earns more than what George Bush earns for taking care of such a large country. (what does it say?) Our MM sent his grandson to an american school cos he couln't cope with our edu system. What about all the kids out there who have difficulty too and are struggling but can't afford to go to such a schl. What do you think will happen to them? If his grandson were to go through our edu system, would he succeed in life? I think these call for much more transparancy and accountablity. I would vote for opposition in fact, based on these.. and not what they can do and have done for us. (my vote, my choice) Although the PAP will still be govt, perhaps my vote would make the opposition get into parliament and these things would not have happened.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741563-114649106046910067?l=laurafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/feeds/114649106046910067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741563&amp;postID=114649106046910067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/114649106046910067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/114649106046910067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/2006/05/ohmyohmypap.html' title='ohmyohmy......PAP.'/><author><name>laurafied</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885971577587464429</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-7741563.post-114646233608657957</id><published>2006-05-01T13:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T13:47:12.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blahblahblacksheep</title><content type='html'>Voting is the big hoo ha now. And i didn't realise, till just now, that in the next elections, moi will be voting. Oh my.. Anyway, who else feels the same way as I do on the 'Mr Gomez forgot to hand up his form' issue? I think its pretty silly to make a big splash about it. It even made headlines ystd! (well i watched news ystd, so..) I mean, this form incident compared to the peanut incident is well, peanuts. And why in the world does a peanut issue get less coverage than Mr Gomez's? Where will the PAP be in 15 years.. I wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough about politics. Now i understand why their hair turn white so easily. The amount of stress.. Even doing pure history is enough. Learning all that economic, social &amp;amp; political issues.. Shucks. I'm really doomed for mid years. I still have yet to get my phy and chem txtbks and tys. Plus all those hours out of the house. Self destruction bomb ticking away..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I have so much to say, yet sometimes I've almost nothing to say. I think blogging is one of the 'How I make myself happy' ways. Or self amusement, if you rather. Haha. Like if I'm frustrated over a certain issue, I'll vent it all out here. Better than bitching or gossiping eh? That probably explains the many 'drafts' I have in the Edit Posts section. Not that many, I'm exaggerating. Maybe just 10 or so. And of course, never to be published. Toooo baaaaaaaaaadd :P Just for me, myself and I. Bitter posts, happy posts, angry posts, you name it, I've typed it all. But just too coward to publish.. Or maybe its smart of me not to. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of you may think that why not just bitch about it all in your blog and then lock it. (In other words, password it) DUMBEST thing to do really. If any of you didn't know, it is sooo easy to know your password. Just by 3 simple steps. Hahaha.. Don't believe? Lock your blog and ask me what your password is. I'll be your new psychic reader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, this is a senseless random and blah post. I'm gonna go have my 2nd lunch! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741563-114646233608657957?l=laurafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/feeds/114646233608657957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741563&amp;postID=114646233608657957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/114646233608657957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/114646233608657957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/2006/05/blahblahblacksheep.html' title='blahblahblacksheep'/><author><name>laurafied</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885971577587464429</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-7741563.post-114577142517977336</id><published>2006-04-23T13:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T13:55:34.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On saturdays like these..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY JANICE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you see this. :) Ah, it sucks to be born right smack in the middle of the year. But who knows, it may be a blessing in disguise -shrugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thought of mid years makes me sick. At least SS and English are over! Sigh, losers like Karen laughing at me before SS paper but guess who was the one laughing after it was over? I didn't buy Bk4 yet and I only studied 1 chpt- the one tch said had the least chances of coming out. And of course, SEQ was purely from Bk3 including the chpt i studied! I screamed loser all the way out of the hall :P Ookokkkkkkkkkk, I won't be so lucky next time eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rock Climbing today! Fun fun funnnnnnn.. I want to go again! Maybe next year or smth.. Geez. I'll stick to cycling for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learnt something new today. Us women were intended for strength. Meaning someone your men can find comfort and solace in. Or in other words, helper. I was pretty insulted at first but I realised yeah, it is pretty true. And guys, them men, were intended for responsibilities. (?!?!?!!!?) Most guys I know are hardly ever responsible. So contradicting. They're full of empty promises/excuses. Ask them to take charge of something and you'll see. Plus, we often hear of cases where guys leave their pregnant gfs. Lord. You're blessed as the 'giver of life' so take a little responsibility of the gift you gave! I mean, go look for a job, do smth to amend the mistake you made. Some even leave their babies with their parents for them to look after. So absurd. Its your child for nuts sake, take up the responsibility! I feel they're so full of themselves, so selfish.Well, maybe thats why women were intended for strength. To go through all that crap and to think. Perhaps thinking and analysing are a subset of strength. Oh Amaths oh amaths...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I LOVE YOU LUKE!!!!! He claims he doesn't know me. Whenever I start Mtving around him he'll cover his face and I'll sing even louder. Heh. I still love walking home with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ok this entire post was meant for ystd, sat that is. but the com screwed up.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741563-114577142517977336?l=laurafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/feeds/114577142517977336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741563&amp;postID=114577142517977336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/114577142517977336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/114577142517977336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/2006/04/on-saturdays-like-these.html' title='On saturdays like these..'/><author><name>laurafied</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885971577587464429</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-7741563.post-114459002348233498</id><published>2006-04-09T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T21:40:23.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>heh</title><content type='html'>:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741563-114459002348233498?l=laurafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/feeds/114459002348233498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741563&amp;postID=114459002348233498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/114459002348233498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/114459002348233498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/2006/04/heh.html' title='heh'/><author><name>laurafied</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885971577587464429</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-7741563.post-114416242660413376</id><published>2006-04-04T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T22:59:24.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My monthly affair in April</title><content type='html'>Blogging seems to be a monthly affair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doing so now in the name of trying to release these psyched energy within me so that i can go to bed. i need sleep, desperately! Chinese compo test totally sucked. I wanted to write the whole thing in english.. Lucky for me i had chinese translators everywhere around me :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honeystars is becoming an essential in my life. I hate getting hooked on things. Won't you ever feel like the thing has taken control of your life instead of you controlling it? Like how people can play computer games everyday and not get sick of it. Nonsensical really. Oh well, I guess people are entitled to their own opinions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kinda like guys that can play the guitar and sing. And no, its not because of today's assembly. Buttttttttttt I'd hire one now to put me to bed. Working hours dependant on situation. Mom says i'm a serial crush monogamist. having crazes just like my food craze. Oh yes before i forget. The graduating classes had better take the prom survey seriously!! My blood and sweat went into it. haha. Or else we'll just end up with the usual routine.. No prom. Boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okayyy everything's getting random. My posts are quite a bore. Not like other's I've seen. Whoa, some are filled with literally everything, photos and all. Ah, maybe next time. Life in school is crazy everyday esp with cams to capture everything. hahah. till next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741563-114416242660413376?l=laurafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/feeds/114416242660413376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741563&amp;postID=114416242660413376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/114416242660413376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/114416242660413376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-monthly-affair-in-april.html' title='My monthly affair in April'/><author><name>laurafied</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885971577587464429</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-7741563.post-113967191869348420</id><published>2006-02-11T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T23:31:58.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends Are Friends Forever.</title><content type='html'>To My Fabulous China Buddies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a blast this week. Hope you guys did too. The week passed so quickly, too quickly in fact. It seemed like only yesterday that you guys arrived at the airport. From visiting Singapore's places of interest to shopping everywhere to stuffing ourselves with all kinds of food, I enjoyed every single minute of it. Non-stop outings and photo takings was exhausting but it was worth every inch of eyebags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The experience I had in China was unforgettable. The hospitality and kindness you showered on me touched me deeply. I still remember everything there. From the eating habits to studying habits and even the morning exercises! It was such a joy being among you guys. You'll made me feel so at home and I'm sure the rest of them agree with me. Sometimes I look back and wish I'm still there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tears we all shed were lightened by the fact that you guys would be here in a few months time. Time passed. You all came but now have left. On Friday, we did not cry only because we knew we may never get to see all of you again, but we also cried for the memories we shared and the friendship we had and will always have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each and everyone of you will always hold a special place in my heart, never to be forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the best and much love to all,&lt;br /&gt;Laura&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741563-113967191869348420?l=laurafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/feeds/113967191869348420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741563&amp;postID=113967191869348420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/113967191869348420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/113967191869348420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/2006/02/friends-are-friends-forever.html' title='Friends Are Friends Forever.'/><author><name>laurafied</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885971577587464429</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-7741563.post-113846711085317019</id><published>2006-01-29T00:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T01:17:42.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>schoooooool.</title><content type='html'>Ahhhhhh!! School's started. pretty exhausted by the activites everyday that I just pass out once I get home and if I'm lucky, with no tests on the next day. Can't imgine what it'd be like if i went for track. okay, I'm guilty.. But sheesh, Ms Tay doesn't know who I am yet so i guess its better if I just grab this chance.. right? Oh well on a brighter side, the goodies and ang paos are all here!! GOD I LOVEEEEE THOSE PINEAPPLE TARTS. I can't seem to get enough of those cookies either. I bought a hamster at the fund raising carnival the other day for $2. Her name's Chocolate. You'd be amazed by how much she looks/behaves/sleeps like Furry. Someday my house is going to turn into a SPCA just like what mom says. Alright off to catch some zzs. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741563-113846711085317019?l=laurafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/feeds/113846711085317019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741563&amp;postID=113846711085317019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/113846711085317019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/113846711085317019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/2006/01/schoooooool.html' title='schoooooool.'/><author><name>laurafied</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885971577587464429</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-7741563.post-113613393710359682</id><published>2006-01-02T00:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T00:45:39.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy new year!</title><content type='html'>Happy new year everyone! 2005 has been a fantastic year &amp;amp; i'm sure 2006 will be too. As for this year's resolution, i guess it would be to study study study. Oh God help me! And of course to grow wiser as the days pass. thank you all for everything, whether big or small, i appreciate it. Love!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741563-113613393710359682?l=laurafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/feeds/113613393710359682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741563&amp;postID=113613393710359682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/113613393710359682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/113613393710359682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/2006/01/happy-new-year.html' title='happy new year!'/><author><name>laurafied</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885971577587464429</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-7741563.post-113484521639930976</id><published>2005-12-18T02:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T02:46:56.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Jingle bells! &lt;/strong&gt;long time since i've blogged. oh well, everything is gooooooooood. Love the holidays, nothing but fun play fun play. Can't imagine life with only studying next year. Anyway, happy early christmas to all! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741563-113484521639930976?l=laurafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/feeds/113484521639930976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741563&amp;postID=113484521639930976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/113484521639930976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/113484521639930976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/2005/12/christmas.html' title='christmas!'/><author><name>laurafied</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885971577587464429</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-7741563.post-112005304870364759</id><published>2005-06-29T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T21:50:48.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fifteeeeeeeeeeeeen!</title><content type='html'>Heavenly Father&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm 15! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741563-112005304870364759?l=laurafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/feeds/112005304870364759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741563&amp;postID=112005304870364759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/112005304870364759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/112005304870364759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/2005/06/fifteeeeeeeeeeeeen.html' title='fifteeeeeeeeeeeeen!'/><author><name>laurafied</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885971577587464429</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-7741563.post-111786676079200243</id><published>2005-06-04T14:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-04T14:34:43.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&lt;33!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;qh misses lauraa! &lt;33&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741563-111786676079200243?l=laurafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/feeds/111786676079200243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741563&amp;postID=111786676079200243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/111786676079200243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/111786676079200243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/2005/06/33.html' title='&lt;33!'/><author><name>laurafied</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885971577587464429</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-7741563.post-111764297814981079</id><published>2005-06-02T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T00:25:55.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>..</title><content type='html'>sometimes i hate it so much i cry, wanting to scream everything out but sometimes, it becomes nothing &amp; i laugh at the silly things of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#$%(U&amp;amp;@)#RU@#)$&amp;!_*$@)#&amp;amp;$_!&amp;%_!&amp;amp;!!!!  :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741563-111764297814981079?l=laurafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/feeds/111764297814981079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741563&amp;postID=111764297814981079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/111764297814981079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/111764297814981079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/2005/06/blog-post.html' title='..'/><author><name>laurafied</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885971577587464429</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-7741563.post-111747224005055484</id><published>2005-05-31T00:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T15:51:03.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>qh*qh*qh*qh*qh &lt;/3</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;hey evryone! qh here(: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;okayys, went t orchard tdae w LAURAA, nicho and the rest. yerrrps(: did &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;window &lt;/span&gt;shopping. me and lau planned on buying the same thongs and then.. we'll wear it t sch and show it t evryone, heh. ok, played pool. laura was darrn cute lah, WAHAHAH. she was supposed t break the balls, then.. she hit the cue ball and it &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;flew&lt;/span&gt; 1metre up the air and hit hsinghan on his cheeks, HAHAHA! so all of us were laughing like m-a-d-d. darn crazy lah she. went t spotlight in plaza sing aftr that. we took many crazy piccs w those stupid stuff they sell thre. thre was one part whre jialing plucked the wig on the models head, muahah. funny lah. and guess what? laura wants t go clubbing tmr, haha! :X she's a &lt;em&gt;crazy shopper&lt;/em&gt;. SOMEONE GIVE ME A MILLION BUCKEROOS! (x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;OOO, YOU TOUCH MY TALALA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;MMM, MY DINGDINGDONG~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741563-111747224005055484?l=laurafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/feeds/111747224005055484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741563&amp;postID=111747224005055484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/111747224005055484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/111747224005055484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/2005/05/qhqhqhqhqh-3.html' title='qh*qh*qh*qh*qh &lt;/3'/><author><name>laurafied</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885971577587464429</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-7741563.post-111675318856734529</id><published>2005-05-22T17:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-22T17:13:08.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>poofs.</title><content type='html'>pay no attention to the template, its SICK i know. can't be bothered to change it alr. &amp;amp; yes, i hate you. alright off to play, till then :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741563-111675318856734529?l=laurafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/feeds/111675318856734529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741563&amp;postID=111675318856734529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/111675318856734529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/111675318856734529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/2005/05/poofs.html' title='poofs.'/><author><name>laurafied</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885971577587464429</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-7741563.post-111662746057359704</id><published>2005-05-21T06:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T06:17:40.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sunrise</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i see sunrise&lt;/span&gt; :D georgeous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741563-111662746057359704?l=laurafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/feeds/111662746057359704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741563&amp;postID=111662746057359704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/111662746057359704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/111662746057359704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/2005/05/sunrise.html' title='sunrise'/><author><name>laurafied</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885971577587464429</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-7741563.post-111600050477200135</id><published>2005-05-14T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-14T00:08:24.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yay!</title><content type='html'>after like one month, I FINALLY AM TOUCHING THE COMPUTER!!!!!!!! cherrie, now you can't say i didn't blog :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741563-111600050477200135?l=laurafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/feeds/111600050477200135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741563&amp;postID=111600050477200135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/111600050477200135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/111600050477200135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/2005/05/yay.html' title='yay!'/><author><name>laurafied</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885971577587464429</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-7741563.post-111210485502732027</id><published>2005-03-29T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T22:00:55.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;pfft. okay i just need to rumble a few stuff out and i'm gone. i have 4 tooting projects i need to complete by this week and its tuesday. i spent like 6hrs on the com on sunday &amp; my eyes took the shape of the com literally. oh and yeah, i am like charcoal now. sheesh, having a black face &amp;amp; my shoulders are uber black. so much for sports day. it wasn't even hot and i could turn black. i've never turned black. okay this entry is rubbish. poof&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741563-111210485502732027?l=laurafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/feeds/111210485502732027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741563&amp;postID=111210485502732027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/111210485502732027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/111210485502732027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/2005/03/pfft.html' title=''/><author><name>laurafied</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885971577587464429</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-7741563.post-111133440171381830</id><published>2005-03-20T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T00:01:16.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LORD GOD ALMIGHTY!</title><content type='html'>it was AWESOME&lt;br /&gt;wwhhhhhhoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhooooooooooooooooooo!!!!!&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; SOMEBODY GET YOUR PRAISE ON!! jumpjump&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741563-111133440171381830?l=laurafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/feeds/111133440171381830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741563&amp;postID=111133440171381830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/111133440171381830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/111133440171381830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/2005/03/lord-god-almighty.html' title='LORD GOD ALMIGHTY!'/><author><name>laurafied</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885971577587464429</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-7741563.post-111028010131567716</id><published>2005-03-08T18:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T19:12:17.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lyeyee namely.</title><content type='html'>to the most inconsiderate &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;thing&lt;/span&gt; on earth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i don't know you &amp; i nv talked to you before but all i know is that you're animal like. you know, without feelings? so much that you couldn't spare a though for you boyfriend. not friend, boyfriend. (ex now) for goodness sake, what if he was the one going like 'i saw this cute &amp;amp; pretty girl at blah that day and sat in the bus with her!!!!' &amp; on the uh, the 4th day that you got together? and suddenly, that girl becomes the main topic of his life &amp;amp; starts neglecting you? i bet you'd feel great. cos you didn't spare a thought, not a single one for him on how he felt on this. or even be considerate enough to think how he'd feel. so if he said that, he wouldn't care about how you feel &amp; just let you sit there &amp;amp; worry about whether he still loves you or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and hey, they're not wrong in saying that you're a flirt. at first i thought it was bullshit. but now i realise, it is true man. like you can't even not have your eyes on a guy. i'm not even talking about for a month, i'm talking about like a few days? less than a week. which shows wonders about you. have a boyfriend already on the the 4th day go scouting for another one. amazing. i believe you should consider geylang where many many much more&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; manly &lt;/span&gt;gigolos are waiting for your presence. i'm sure your touch would be healing for them. call yourself a christian, you should be ashamed. you don't act like one, using the name of the church in vain. you think acting like this would let him think that your god is great? because your god created you &amp; the things you learn in church teach you how to behave like that- a b*tch? then i think you should really start thinking about whether you're a true christian or not. cos i don't think you are or you wouldn't have treated him like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; if you think he bothers to even think about you let alone scold you at this time, well you're wrong. for your info, he doesn't even care about you at all. he is in fact happy that he's free from someone whose not worth him. and squeeze me, its you're not worth him and not him not worth you alright? oh btw, he's not afraid of scolding you in public. why should he? he deserves to after the way you, hmm how to say? flirt? yeah. now i hope you enjoy yourself with that babysmthkalms of yours. really, enjoy the time that you have with him now cos i doubt it'll last. -laughs if you &amp; that guy last for even &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt; month, i'll pay you a hundred bucks man. cos from your very own statistics, i think your average days of togetherness is hmm, a week! -mocks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, don't think he asked me to write this alright. i did it on my own accord. cos i think this very sluttish act of yours deserves to be um, exposed(?) to the love of the world. so enjoy fellow readers! &amp;amp; if you, namely who i'm talking about think that i've blamed you wrongly, honestly, come up and clear things up with me. cos i don't like to blame ppl wrongly. i'm so sad to say that this girl is from my own schl. tsk&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741563-111028010131567716?l=laurafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/feeds/111028010131567716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741563&amp;postID=111028010131567716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/111028010131567716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/111028010131567716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/2005/03/lyeyee-namely.html' title='lyeyee namely.'/><author><name>laurafied</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885971577587464429</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-7741563.post-110959355803788008</id><published>2005-02-28T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T20:26:31.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>study peseverance.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;well, i think the vball girls did great for their round with st hildas! everyone was on fire i guess and we only lost by like 1 or 2 i think. you'll all thrash everyone during the nats ((: and the badminton b boys, wow. it was so frightening watching them alone. they played superbly well and yeah, won! mm, everyone got their o level result back today. i know some of them were really happy with their results while others weren't.. i think everyone put their best. don't give up or lose heart. even if you did badly, hey, there's another challenge; a levels. all the best! -hugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741563-110959355803788008?l=laurafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/feeds/110959355803788008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741563&amp;postID=110959355803788008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/110959355803788008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/110959355803788008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/2005/02/study-peseverance.html' title='study peseverance.'/><author><name>laurafied</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885971577587464429</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-7741563.post-110812986987337412</id><published>2005-02-11T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-11T21:51:09.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shows</title><content type='html'>ooh sweet. watched how to lose a guy in 10 days at jean's house. whoever hasn't watched it &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;must, &lt;/span&gt;no&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; die die also must &lt;/span&gt;go watch it. hilarious crap. laughed my ass off man. oh and drumline is also another &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;must&lt;/span&gt; watch. trust me on this one man. very very very nice, you'll prolly be inspired to learn drums or smth like that. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;our love affair with black tmr &lt;33&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741563-110812986987337412?l=laurafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/feeds/110812986987337412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741563&amp;postID=110812986987337412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/110812986987337412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/110812986987337412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/2005/02/shows.html' title='shows'/><author><name>laurafied</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885971577587464429</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-7741563.post-110701307333757200</id><published>2005-01-29T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-29T23:37:53.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>white pants mystery (x</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;so beat from the history thang. irks, it came out on news. the one where like a whole bunch of crazy ppl running around looking for landmarks. mr hardi has a grudge on me, 1 of the 3 chosen to do the history competition by him. prolly he's trying to make me study. they told us on tues and the comp was today. like 3 days to study the whole of sec1 &amp; 2 txt? ohh wth, i didn't study. then got interviewed like what? "what have you learned" kinda crap and i like stared aat the screen and forgot how to answer xD but am so glad i went for the comp :D teeheehee, shush lah mel. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;long white pants-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;white pants history ((x &lt;/span&gt;like how many schools have them!! )):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741563-110701307333757200?l=laurafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/feeds/110701307333757200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741563&amp;postID=110701307333757200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/110701307333757200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/110701307333757200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/2005/01/white-pants-mystery-x.html' title='white pants mystery (x'/><author><name>laurafied</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885971577587464429</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-7741563.post-110657324942535756</id><published>2005-01-24T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T21:27:53.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>huang hong guan.</title><content type='html'>ok, i'm here to brog about this silly lil' creature who made me pause my moment of uh, work and concentration. BECAUSE OF A PHOTO. yes, but it made me laugh for like 10mins. and of course not being the selfish kind, i'm like here to share it man. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;laugh your heart out&lt;/span&gt;l&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; over the silly boy. &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v260/daryl_laura/hongquan1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741563-110657324942535756?l=laurafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/feeds/110657324942535756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741563&amp;postID=110657324942535756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/110657324942535756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/110657324942535756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/2005/01/huang-hong-guan.html' title='huang hong guan.'/><author><name>laurafied</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885971577587464429</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-7741563.post-110640913743801714</id><published>2005-01-22T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-22T23:52:17.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>values in my speech.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;mmm, guess our speech does show a lot of ourselves. yeah, when we open our mouths, we are speaking about ourselves cos out of our heart, our mouth speaks. like if you're an elegant sweet nice person you wouldn't go round saying #$(*#)! words, it shows how un elegant, un sweet, un nice you are. i do admit i'm trying hard to.. well choosing your words well is a skill. when we have  values, we are valuable(: when you compliment a person, you're giving the person value. and yep, bitching-- major factor. i do bitch sometimes but yeah, its wrong. mm, whatever you whisper in the closet will broadcasted at your rooftop. scary eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"let your speech be seasoned with grace."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741563-110640913743801714?l=laurafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/feeds/110640913743801714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741563&amp;postID=110640913743801714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/110640913743801714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/110640913743801714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/2005/01/values-in-my-speech.html' title='values in my speech.'/><author><name>laurafied</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885971577587464429</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-7741563.post-110613548520849452</id><published>2005-01-19T19:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-19T19:51:25.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>australia</title><content type='html'>)): sam's gone already. yeahh, too fast. first was like a few months time, then a few days.. then now gone. ahhhh, feel so funny now. he and roxy came by my sch this afternoon.. yeah, said my last goodbye to him. okay this is so weird lah, but yeah, at least i know he'll be back soon(: i'll miss the cycling and his company. ok i wanna cry already. )):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its so funny kan, every night when i get home me and my bro will do skipping together. and frankly, he's a horrible skipper. HAHAHA i think i should video cam him next time. (x ohhh, i don't even know what event i should take kan |:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741563-110613548520849452?l=laurafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/feeds/110613548520849452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741563&amp;postID=110613548520849452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/110613548520849452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/110613548520849452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/2005/01/australia.html' title='australia'/><author><name>laurafied</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885971577587464429</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-7741563.post-110562364340056332</id><published>2005-01-13T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-13T21:44:25.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nehnehpokkers</title><content type='html'>heloo fellow nehnehpokkers :D today is like my one year anniversary for no gassy drinks. ONE YEAR OK. i think i deserve a treat for that(: hahaha so anyhow, am so proud of myself :D ooohh, twas hakim's birthday today. so sad no flour and egg kan, otherwise i would stink so badly. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday to hakim, happy birthday to you! &lt;/span&gt;bah, i sheriously am out of cash. even after i received my first paycheck i still owe 300+ buckeroos to loansharks. irks :X okay, i heart orange. i freaking want the entire orange outfit frm mango and billabong. total amnt= $310 |: hahah i am crazy over the billabong mini skirts. WHO CAN BUY ME TT OUTFIT AND ALL THE BILLABONG MINISKIRTS. i think i will freaking marry you. lucky for me leo's mom is the gm of SEA's billabong :D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes, training on wed was a killer. even though we only did drills and only for 5 times. NEHNEHPOK, now i walk like a duck ok. my thighs and butt hurts so bad ): i can't even sit or stand properly. wahlao, i think im gonna pull my muscle tmr. but the best part, CONFIRM NO MORE FLABBY THIGHS! totally man. and like during training, me and gab were like irritating all of them. cos each round we ran round the quadrangle we would say,&lt;br /&gt;me: " hi gabriel!"&lt;br /&gt;him:"hi laura!"&lt;br /&gt;me:"guess what?"&lt;br /&gt;him:"YOUR SOCKS SUCKS!" and like we repeat that twice per round and during training all the time. cos before training i was friggin complaining to everybody. guess what lah? I NEHNEHPOK BROUGHT ONLY ONE SOCK OK. they all kept laughing at me for being dumb. i didn't bring a pair. i brought A sock. wahlao, then i had to use one ankle socks one sch socks. friggin irritating and i kept complaining to everyone. sorry lah, whiner what. and yes lah to like ten thousand ppl who ask me, tzuming is my bro lah k. eeks, still am like eating swensons everyday man.. am i lucky or am i lucky?(: and guess what? i have 13 kitkats waiting for me on saturday. AMEN! actually my training has all gone to waste lah. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741563-110562364340056332?l=laurafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/feeds/110562364340056332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741563&amp;postID=110562364340056332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/110562364340056332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/110562364340056332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/2005/01/nehnehpokkers.html' title='nehnehpokkers'/><author><name>laurafied</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885971577587464429</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-7741563.post-110527886476382500</id><published>2005-01-09T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-09T22:27:55.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the new chapter.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;hmm not used to being back in school but ooohh, i miss all my friends! so glad i could finally see all my babes. anyhow, have freaking been eating like burger king EVERYDAY for like 1 wk alrdy. and 2 days of swensons in a row. nehnehpok, im so going to get fat. and oh, im 164. ughs, didn't grow. down with fever now, and the friggin nizam passed me his flu. had sore throat for being the host of the sec1 camp. darn, they're so unenthu, veh hard to be the mc. shouted so much till i think now i sound like a horse. and yeah, sorry haikal and nizam :X i bit haikal like 5 times on his arm? and once on inzam's arm. irks (x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;anyhow, i didn't kenna anything for not turning up for training for 2 mnths (x am i lucky or am i lucky. gee, the new coach is coming tmr and like wth, we all think he's fierce :X i got mr bakar as my phy teacher. darn, HE'S HOT! and mr hardi for ss and hist, the other hottie pie. im in luck kan. hahaha mr hardi showed us his profile. it was freaking funny lah! darn it, he had this nehneh face on it and then wrote all the stuff he liked and didnt like. he's into dancing! waaaahh, and he showed us his dog -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;compassion. for the people, the people who are now suffering. my eng tch showed us this article of the african kids. its just a few days ago and like, girls aged 12-19 are like prostitutes. they're orphans cos its war time now and like, they need the food and money. so they stand in a row at night and yeah, those perverted men go and like pick them up. and yeah, they get sexually abused or like barted sex. its really horrible to even think about it. the governor there who is like pushing 70 even paraded his gf around and like complained she was getting too 'old' for him cos she was turning 17. just imagine myself doing this is like already ughenising. yeah, i just feel like setting up an orphanage somewhere. the poor kids at the tsunami thing too, ugh. can i jsut freaking start a project to start an orphanage?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;anyhow, thanks you all(: izwan, karmun, phy, ama, leo, nic, haikal, nizam, illyah. love you babes(: trust me, im stronger now, my faith in God is definately stronger and yes, im extreme for jesus!! do your part for the tsunami victims yes? love(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741563-110527886476382500?l=laurafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/feeds/110527886476382500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741563&amp;postID=110527886476382500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/110527886476382500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/110527886476382500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/2005/01/new-chapter.html' title='the new chapter.'/><author><name>laurafied</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885971577587464429</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-7741563.post-110459896367663483</id><published>2005-01-02T01:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-02T01:02:43.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!</title><content type='html'>AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! that school is like reopening tmr.&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! that i haven't bought all my sch stuff yet.&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! that freddy boey is hot!&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! that i freaking got sprayed.&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! that cows in orchard anyhow spray me.&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! that THAT GROUP OF GUYS IN BLACK SHIRTS FREAKING FOLLOWED ME FROM CINE TO TAKA JUST TO FREAKING SPRAY ME! THE FAGGOTS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay lah, im pissed with that group of guys. i don't even know them and what is they're problem. ARGHHHHHH! so what if its countdowing soon? freaks who don't understand control. irks, lucky that i didn't buy 100cans just to get back at them. i screamed into their freaking ears and i hope they got deaf(: was so pissed that i screamed after that and again while walking till a policeman had to ask me to stop. GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR every drop of that thing you sprayed on me will turn back and be acid in your body and burn holes in em. that your hair will die of overgel and that you'd never be able to walk properly or eat properly again. those foam will burn into your hands and you'd start collapsing for no reason and yes, that your faggoty balls will drop down and become fishballs for dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741563-110459896367663483?l=laurafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/feeds/110459896367663483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741563&amp;postID=110459896367663483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/110459896367663483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/110459896367663483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/2005/01/ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.html' title='ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!'/><author><name>laurafied</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885971577587464429</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-7741563.post-110459764225112371</id><published>2005-01-02T01:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-02T01:09:16.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>salvation.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;i heart freddy boey. i crush him. i love him. ohmygoodness lah, his 5mins on stage today was such an impact to me okay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I LOVE YOU FREDDY BOEY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; many muacks!! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;ate 7 bowls of longan on area day and had 2 rounds of buffet. today, another buffet! i know lah, i embarrassed myself. took like the whole pile of nuggets, fishballs and hotdogs. not for me alone! but yeah, i looked like i was the one gonna eat em. and yes, ate ALL the chocs you girlies gave me ystday. like 3 whole boxes of them? and today, nearly finished the tin of chocs from nic and the kitkats! ALL THOSE IN FAVOUR OF SAYING IM TURNING OBESE SAY AYE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;so yes its true. the warning signs are so clear. the lord is coming soon!(: it also means we have to save one more for jesus. the sept 11 attack, many conflicts, wars, then now the tsunami wave. yeah, its a disaster. but we can look at it as a blessing. one of the most affected areas that was hit in india is like the most anti-christian and yea, they had so many casualties. but now that they've been hurt, they'd start accepting christian help. food water, medication.. and soon, they'll accept the lord(: isn't that great? God can turn a bad thing into a blessing for us and yes, we have to grab the chance. would you like to see the torment of your dearest friends? would you enjoy looking at them suffer by the fire. would it not hurt you so much that they cannot enjoy the eternal life God has given in heaven? would you not cry to see them shouting in pain as the gates of hell open up for them? it's so disheartening.. for our youth ministry, megalife, we already had our 7 years of abundance. which ends in 2004. and yea, the 7 years of giving out the spiritual grain start from now, 2005. revival has come into our land((: we have to get out of our comfort zone, pray until something happens and always not get disheartened by rejection. we have to try try and try till it works. whenever you'd wanna give up, think of the suffering they're gonna face when the lord comes. the lord is coming, and it is soon. if we don't start saving one more for jesus, who will? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;save one more for jesus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741563-110459764225112371?l=laurafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/feeds/110459764225112371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741563&amp;postID=110459764225112371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/110459764225112371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/110459764225112371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/2005/01/salvation.html' title='salvation.'/><author><name>laurafied</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885971577587464429</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-7741563.post-110416686121106033</id><published>2004-12-28T01:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-28T01:08:37.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>trackist!</title><content type='html'>yayeeeee i love christmas! whee~ so anyhow, today was a friggin funny day. got so high and drunk again. gee, i kinda miss training now. and mr teo ): but ah, i'll go visit him in sports school. hahaha. uploaded the pics AGAIN. check them from track 109 onwards. if you don't laugh i think you're insane man. ahhh, having a splitting headache! irks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741563-110416686121106033?l=laurafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/feeds/110416686121106033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741563&amp;postID=110416686121106033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/110416686121106033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/110416686121106033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/2004/12/trackist.html' title='trackist!'/><author><name>laurafied</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885971577587464429</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-7741563.post-110408582468140883</id><published>2004-12-27T02:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-27T03:02:57.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;HOHOHO MERRY CHRISTMAS!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;like late by 2 days?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;christmas eve was like SUPER fun ah! the musical was great and so were the presents. thank you those who gave me the pressies! love them all (: eeks then the bbq. it was crazy lah. when the track team comes together its really pure craziness. so it started off with me eating marshmellows all the time. then we played at the beach and me and ama tried to push haikal into the sea. ended up i nearly got pushed into the sea. went cycling then me and izzie started challenging. first was who could eat crabmeat fastest then it was darn funny. twas supposed to see who could get the most numbers in a min but izzie didn't want to. then we each had to take 10 crackers and run around feeding the oppo sex chips. it was super funny okay. i had to beg people to eat it for me. and i was running around like some idiot BAREFOOT. actually i went barefoot the whole day lah. couldnt stand the heels. then the other was finding 10 plasters. THEN WAS THE WORST. we got separated into 2 teams and we had to find 20 packs of UNOPENED tissue. okay it was crazy totally. running around barefoot was already bad and then unopened tissue? worse. everyone's tissue was opened! then decided to change it to 5 packs man. after everything we all cannot tahan ah. i 2mnths never go training and this? was worse then training. izwan kept laughing at me lah, saying i was super funny sprinting in a skirt and barefoot. now my thigh muscles are all sore cos of all that running. i swear i've never ran so fast in my life man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;then of cos, no more running. hey! me and faye are both non gassy drinkers. then we settled down and played truth or dare with jayne's hp. omg, the best truth of dare man. izzie had to dance chacha, tango, hula and break. cos who ask him choose dares. tskk ok lah, the tango he kennaed by me. cos my dare was to tango with the person sitting oppo me. me and izwan TANGOING OK. like wth. the worst one was that i had to kiss their feet. ALL OF THEIR FEET. but luckily it was changed to hands. mmm, pretty soon was countdown. all of them were crazy.. 3,2,1 merry christmas and they began SNOWING each other. the soap was so like wax. after the spraying my hair felt so hard man. then the haikal lah. so high ok.. he went to open the drink. shake shake and shake then the cork came off and guess what? he turned 360 and sprayed all of us. irks so sticky man. then after that he really got high lah. super high. he was drunk. ok, and so was me and izwan. then after all that we played our second round of truth of dare. it was darn funny again. i never laughed so much in a night man.. play till all of them want to die. then sat down at the table and played somemore. then all of them were tired lah.. and most of them had to go back. so left the usuals behind and yes, it was so darn it embarassing. izwan reminded me of everything man. we walked back and i was barefoot again. i wore izwan's sunglasses and walked behind haikal lah. his shades are like so darn dark ok. couldn't see a thing. twas too drunk to bother. lol and the worst thing was I WAS FOLOWING A DRUNKED. haikal so high and i still following behind like a train. he jump i jumped then he walk through the grass i also man. and that izwan lah! pathetic behind us laughing and laughing. cos he said he never saw more idiots then us. got other people around us ma. then he said it was so dumb cos both of us darn high then he jump i jump like a couple of idiots. EMBARASSING MAN &gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;ok then i couldnt remember anything already.. except that i walked even under the underpass barefoot. no actually me and karmun ran the whole underpass. was so freaky! then walked barefoot all the way to the main road with me the highdrunk and the drunked beside me. 3 of us so what lah. walk also cannot walk properly. keep laughing and laughing and laughing. even went into the taxi barefoot. and darn it, me karmun and ama only had 13 bucks. not enough money man. we were thinking that we had to stop in the middle of the highway. hahahaha in taxi talked to izwan. he kept reminding me of how dumb i was lah. all the embarassing stuff -.- kept laughing and laughing even when talking to him. the taxi uncle was so pissed with me uh prolly cos i was too mad. so the 13 bucks took us to a bus stop somewhere. the rest i forgot. AH talked with some of them on phone after that. laughing like some cows. slept at like 530 then aiyah, I LOVE CHRISTMAS LAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;photos uploaded already! track from no25. go see! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;christmas without christ is MAS. MAS= man and satan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741563-110408582468140883?l=laurafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/feeds/110408582468140883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741563&amp;postID=110408582468140883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/110408582468140883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/110408582468140883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/2004/12/christmas.html' title='christmas!'/><author><name>laurafied</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885971577587464429</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-7741563.post-110378642589730656</id><published>2004-12-23T15:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-23T15:20:25.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my christmas wishlist</title><content type='html'>all i want for christmas is you. santa why won't you hear me now? cos all i want for christmas is you. i swear this is my one and only christmas wish. why won't you grant this just for me? all i want for christmas is you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741563-110378642589730656?l=laurafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/feeds/110378642589730656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741563&amp;postID=110378642589730656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/110378642589730656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/110378642589730656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/2004/12/my-christmas-wishlist.html' title='my christmas wishlist'/><author><name>laurafied</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885971577587464429</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-7741563.post-110373225408046017</id><published>2004-12-23T01:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-23T00:17:34.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>grass skirts </title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;i will never never never forgive my boss ever again. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH it was so maluating. nooooh.. it wasa horrid. he made me wear the darn grass skirt. EEEKKS. oh man, i nearly died ah. so evil. how could he do this to me?! lol. oh and yes btw, I SAW SEXY YESTERDAY AGAIN!! MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAH! so sexy! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741563-110373225408046017?l=laurafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/feeds/110373225408046017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741563&amp;postID=110373225408046017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/110373225408046017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/110373225408046017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/2004/12/grass-skirts.html' title='grass skirts '/><author><name>laurafied</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885971577587464429</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-7741563.post-110364680455007516</id><published>2004-12-22T01:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-22T00:33:24.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dancing!</title><content type='html'>dirty dirty dirty dancing! i just want to be dancing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the way you feel me, the way you hold me, the way you touch me as we move across the dance floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741563-110364680455007516?l=laurafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/feeds/110364680455007516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741563&amp;postID=110364680455007516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/110364680455007516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/110364680455007516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/2004/12/dancing.html' title='dancing!'/><author><name>laurafied</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885971577587464429</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-7741563.post-110364295992176165</id><published>2004-12-21T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-21T23:34:13.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>anorexia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;mm so visited my friend in the hostipal. wow man, she's anorexic. cos like me and my friend started noticing it like some time ago and then like, she doesn't eat. she just doesn't eat. when i go for training with her in the morning, she like wanna die like that. then i realised she didn't eat her breakfast. she claimed that she doesn't eat them. and oh btw, she's like super thin even before she started this. really, maybe she see's herself as fat. but no way, she's not. MOST DEFINATELY NOT. so aniw, when we wanted to eat lunch she'd give us excuses like not hungry, or mom cooked and stuff. so like we'd realise she doesn't eat the whole day when out with us. and when she goes back, she eats like half a plate of rice and tells her mom she ate when she was out. and now we realise she was eating some sweet syrup to make her body think she's full. when she actually is not. so yea, she fainted one day. and was rushed to the hospital. she kept crying and crying and saying she was so fat fat fat fat. so me and my friend prayed for her.. and yea, now she's better (: hey prayer does work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;and i told her about the karen carpenter thing. she was so skinny, but she looked at herself and saw a fat girl. so she kept starving herself. then like, she just died one day cos she didn't eat and her body didnt have the nutrients. and by george, she was so young when she died. so yeah, she woke up after she heard this and yep, she's better now! praise the lord~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;so like, i know im getting fatter cos im eating alot of junk and sleeping whole day. but yeah, im gonna cont to eat this way, but this time, im exercising it out. smart ah, im not gonna get anorexic. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and btw, ronghua is the freaking best mentor lah. physcoing me.. he'll become a great sports phycologist next time. physcoing me for sports.. not only that. AND STUDIES AH. -pouts at least i have kitkat and lemon tea for motivation!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741563-110364295992176165?l=laurafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/feeds/110364295992176165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741563&amp;postID=110364295992176165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/110364295992176165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/110364295992176165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/2004/12/anorexia.html' title='anorexia'/><author><name>laurafied</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885971577587464429</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-7741563.post-110354925732519358</id><published>2004-12-20T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-20T21:27:37.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sexy</title><content type='html'>do you have any idea how sexy sexy is? its just so ooooohhh. my my, mmm the load of the hunk. the buldging six packs and the love of the muscles. get it man, its just pure hot. oh so cool whatever innocence by which the wink is just, ahhhhhh. mmm, sexyyy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741563-110354925732519358?l=laurafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/feeds/110354925732519358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741563&amp;postID=110354925732519358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/110354925732519358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/110354925732519358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/2004/12/sexy.html' title='sexy'/><author><name>laurafied</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885971577587464429</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-7741563.post-110344199220362344</id><published>2004-12-19T15:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-19T15:40:57.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the pros.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;so i know that being husband and wife means being committed towards each other. in sickness or in health, in sad time or in good times, in any other thing they come through, they stick together and always takecare of each other, in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyone, answer me, being boyfriend and girlfriend means what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741563-110344199220362344?l=laurafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/feeds/110344199220362344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741563&amp;postID=110344199220362344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/110344199220362344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/110344199220362344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/2004/12/pros.html' title='the pros.'/><author><name>laurafied</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885971577587464429</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-7741563.post-110338586009509854</id><published>2004-12-19T01:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-19T00:05:31.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>friendster sucks.</title><content type='html'>ok i made the most AMAZING DISCOVERY (ya right). that,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRIENDSTER IS THE ROOT OF EVIL besides money. hah! no actually the internet is. no actually the com is. but friendster is the ROOTEST OF ALL EVIL. ugh. that's why i restrain myself from going in there (: so wonderful ah, saving myself from getting hurt through the friendster. hahahaha im nuts. -snorts SO, to sum it up, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FRIENDSTER SUCKS&lt;/span&gt;. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741563-110338586009509854?l=laurafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/feeds/110338586009509854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741563&amp;postID=110338586009509854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/110338586009509854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/110338586009509854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/2004/12/friendster-sucks.html' title='friendster sucks.'/><author><name>laurafied</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885971577587464429</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-7741563.post-110338305995371504</id><published>2004-12-18T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-18T23:17:39.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>churchy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;FINALLY today there was church. it was a double bonus cos worship was really really good today and PASTOR FREDDY BOEY WAS SPEAKING!!! -faints i totally have a crush on him. i know lah abby, you're sick of hearing this right. cos i kept telling her that during church. ahhhhhhh, he's so hot ah! i so love it when he preaches. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;so anywayyyyy, i feel so fly. hahaha this is maddening. mmm, i think right. ok lah not think. i don't like people who don't treat me seriously.. like, uh. actually i also don't know. this is so frustrating. ok its this, i don't like people to lie to me just to make me feel better. like if you don't want to msg me, don't try to pretend or like do anything that like makes me feel as if you're forced to msg me or smth. just tell me that you don't want to talk to me. that'll do (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;and you don't lose hair, you gain face. HAH! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;i wanna walk with you everyday of my life. to talk with you in the good and the strife. you're my friend, you're my father, for all time. nothing can keep us apart, you're the lover of my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; ((: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;so starting today, i'm releasing water! teeheehee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741563-110338305995371504?l=laurafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/feeds/110338305995371504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741563&amp;postID=110338305995371504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/110338305995371504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/110338305995371504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/2004/12/churchy.html' title='churchy!'/><author><name>laurafied</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885971577587464429</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-7741563.post-110330093168320971</id><published>2004-12-18T01:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-18T00:33:22.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>beep.</title><content type='html'>jangle balls! so aniw, today's fridayyyyy. tmr's CHURCHY! mmm had the hula hula thing again. didn't dance this time. was too worn out walking here and there. you know i realised i'm getting lazy and slacking so much (: hahaha all i ever do at work is draw draw draw and draw. SHERIOUSH. cos my boss asks me to. today i drew on the chalkboard. teehee smth i enjoy doing :D and then like work was so fun! besides me slacking away and drawing cos got the hula hula thing lah. that makes it so special. this guy came up and said 'so sexy ah' and me and karmun went laughing and laughing away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i know i can whine and complain a lot. but i just wanna state this man. I'M FAT! i know usually i'd start complaining and whineing a lot lah but now im not. i just wnna say im fat already. prior to me eating so much junk 24/7, not even exercising, lazing around and my pigging. so i deserve it. tskk. oh and i discovered that i don't have fats on my tummy. MY FATS GOES TO MY ARMS. NOW ITS BULGING MAD. ughhhhh this is so disguisting. nvm, who ask me eat so much lah. can't care its my prob. if i wanna lose it i'll exercise it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmmmmmmm. CHRISTMAS IS COMINGGGGGGGGG. shalalala!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH OH OH!!!!!!!!! forgot one thing. made me laugh so much today. thank you farrell chan for the condom kc. mmm a condom a day keeps the doc away. HAHAHAHAHHA! cant stand it still!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741563-110330093168320971?l=laurafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/feeds/110330093168320971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741563&amp;postID=110330093168320971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/110330093168320971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/110330093168320971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/2004/12/beep.html' title='beep.'/><author><name>laurafied</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885971577587464429</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-7741563.post-110320357165238235</id><published>2004-12-16T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-17T00:26:13.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jingle bells!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;now for the entry below. I WAS WATCHING A SHOW. no im not gonna die. CHOY. i have a long long life :D oh oh oh.. hershey's sooooo fine!! :D oho and btw, CHRISTMAS IS GREAT!!!!! cant wait cant wait! eeeeks!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so like bangkok was GREAT! FANTASTIC! FANTABULOUS! SUPER! ugh totally just wow. teehee. shopped there but ugh, can't get enough of it. i wanna go back ): and i just realised that whenever i'm depressed or sad or smth, i'd shop. and i'd feel better. lol! weird eh. but good right :D aniw feeling really guilty right now. mama proclaimed herself broke. cos i spent 500++ close to 600 singapore dollars there. within uh 3days? =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and also, have come to the conclusion that some people are just: INSENSITIVE, INHUMAN, HORRIBLE, CANNOT BE BOTHERED, DISGUISTING, BLAH, JUST SUCK AND THEY TREAT YOU LIKE THE SECOND FIDDLE. HOW YUCK! but, sigh- unforgettable. now thats the disguisting part where like you waste your emotions, tears, anger, reasons and everything but right, YOU GET NOTHING BACK. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wow. im pissed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741563-110320357165238235?l=laurafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/feeds/110320357165238235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741563&amp;postID=110320357165238235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/110320357165238235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/110320357165238235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/2004/12/jingle-bells.html' title='jingle bells!'/><author><name>laurafied</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885971577587464429</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-7741563.post-110286670644366471</id><published>2004-12-12T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-12T23:51:46.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:'(</title><content type='html'>if i said.. that i have only a month or so to live, and that i've been struggling on and trying so hard to tell everyone how much i love them. how i've tried to spend time with the people dearest to me.. so that when i leave this world, i know i'd leave with no regrets. that i know that the dearest people know that i love you. but no matter how hard i try, some of them just don't seem to understand and ignore me, hate me. and that i can't give up even though its so tiring cos i know that it just takes a little while more and i'll not be with them in this world.. :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741563-110286670644366471?l=laurafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/feeds/110286670644366471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741563&amp;postID=110286670644366471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/110286670644366471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/110286670644366471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/2004/12/blog-post.html' title=':&apos;('/><author><name>laurafied</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885971577587464429</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-7741563.post-110286204603924467</id><published>2004-12-12T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-12T22:34:06.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>giggles of the blurs.</title><content type='html'>ok, i've seen the blurrest person in the world today. went to courts just now with mama to buy stuff. my god, the sales person there. WAS LIKE SO BLUR LAH!! hahahahah it was super super hilarious. from the time we went in to the time we left me and my mom were laughing our hearts out man. cos he like just put this thing in his pocket and then he walks somewhere, asks his colleuge where it is. then like he takes this paper to the other desk and then comes back and say uh wheres the paper. HAHAHAHAHHA i don't care next time right, you're in need of a laugh go to courts. sherioush. oh btw, i think that cowards are like, ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741563-110286204603924467?l=laurafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/feeds/110286204603924467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741563&amp;postID=110286204603924467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/110286204603924467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/110286204603924467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/2004/12/giggles-of-blurs.html' title='giggles of the blurs.'/><author><name>laurafied</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885971577587464429</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-7741563.post-110278112363833342</id><published>2004-12-12T01:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-12T02:22:09.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>these words.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;mmm words of wisdom. eh really wisdom lah. i mean i love this phrase alot :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;between every photo of smiling faces of couples are days, months and years of learning to live together and loving each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741563-110278112363833342?l=laurafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/feeds/110278112363833342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741563&amp;postID=110278112363833342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/110278112363833342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/110278112363833342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/2004/12/these-words.html' title='these words.'/><author><name>laurafied</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885971577587464429</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-7741563.post-110278057401845770</id><published>2004-12-11T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-11T23:56:14.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the FRUIT of the holy spirit.</title><content type='html'>YO! hahahha ok i am still so super hyper over churchy. today was totally radically AWESOME!! first the worship. oh mannnn it was really really good (: then the sermon. i was totally empowered by it. the sermon was like meant for me cos i could feel the holy spirit speaking to me with each and every sentance of past martin tan. it was really so GREAT!! i will now live by the verse. galations one. totally i will cos its meant for me :D mmm LOVE JOY PEACE PATIENCE KINDNESS GOODNESS FAITHFULNESS GENTLENESS &amp; SELF CONTROL! these virtues give shape to our character so we must never neglect any of them cos people look at these and see how we christians are like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh then later on for cell. IT WAS TOTALLY CORAL AH!! really. the holy spirit was moving in us and i could sense god's presence there. it was empowering. we were all falling under the holy spirit and just crying and crying. I FEEL SO GREAT NOW! (: i mean like.. its been a long time since i've felt like this. we were nearly all given visions and we praised the lord like no ones business. it was great :D we prayed in tongues, prayed for one another, hugged one another and just that.. and like we all cried cos the presence was really strong. i guess like the cell has not been praying as often recently? so now we know the importance of prayer and how powerful it can be. SENGKANG1 IS GONNA GROW! WE ARE HARVESTING! i really felt the burden to save many lives.. i guess god's speaking to me (: i love god so much. more then i can ever ever explain.. he's so magnificant. his love for me is unconditional and even though everything else will not last, my relationship with god will. the harvest is here, the time has come. PEOPLE WILL BE SAVED! AMEN!! ((: omg cell today totally rocked ok. it was just so.. so.. WOW. i believe with my whole heart that we will see ourselves gorw bigger and bigger and stronger in the lord and that the devil will not come near us at all. PRAISE THE LORD!! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the annointing was upon us. the presence was so strong that we all felled and started to tremble and cry before him. i am so glad to have so many babes there for me praying for me and stuff. love you guys so much!! :D it was so good that we ended cell so late and didnt even know it. like 945 we ended. but it was really really great! OH OH!! babes and hunks out there. anyone interested to go for our christmas performance holla me ok? i'll fill ya all in and its really gonna be GREAT!! so do come &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v260/daryl_laura/12111851.jpg" /&gt; (: I LOVE YOU LORD!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THERE'S GONNA BE A GREAT AWAKENING. THERE'S GONNA BE A GREAT REVIVAL IN OUR LAND. THERE'S GONNA BE A GREAT AWAKENING. AND EVERYONE WHO CALLS ON JESUS, THEY WILL BE SAVED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741563-110278057401845770?l=laurafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/feeds/110278057401845770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741563&amp;postID=110278057401845770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/110278057401845770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/110278057401845770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/2004/12/fruit-of-holy-spirit.html' title='the FRUIT of the holy spirit.'/><author><name>laurafied</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885971577587464429</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-7741563.post-110269749960129843</id><published>2004-12-11T01:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-11T00:53:45.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the roof's on fire.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;mmm work today was GREAT ah! hahaha. very very fun.. next door the stall kept playing the 'the roof's on fire' music so much that it kept getting into our heads. ended up we kept singing that. today is friday! which meant that uh my work place had the hula hula :D teehee. SO FUNNY AH!!! i laugh till i want to pengsan. also darn embarassing. cos we all were dancing in front of the customers at the later part of the night. then like only me and wanting were in the middle of the bar dancing. cos shafi just refused to dance with us. funny kan! but darn fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v260/daryl_laura/12102113.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741563-110269749960129843?l=laurafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/feeds/110269749960129843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741563&amp;postID=110269749960129843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/110269749960129843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/110269749960129843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/2004/12/roofs-on-fire.html' title='the roof&apos;s on fire.'/><author><name>laurafied</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885971577587464429</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-7741563.post-110260930193355986</id><published>2004-12-10T01:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-10T00:21:41.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my baby.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v260/daryl_laura/12092157.jpg" /&gt; this was him and his bro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v260/daryl_laura/12092158.jpg" /&gt; teeheehee. so cute lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v260/daryl_laura/Copy1of12092157.jpg" /&gt; EEEKS! i dont mind if he's my son ah!! so cute! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741563-110260930193355986?l=laurafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/feeds/110260930193355986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741563&amp;postID=110260930193355986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/110260930193355986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/110260930193355986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/2004/12/my-baby.html' title='my baby.'/><author><name>laurafied</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885971577587464429</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-7741563.post-110260762948859207</id><published>2004-12-09T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-10T00:25:26.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hula hulaaaa!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;WHEEEEEEEEEEEEE! they're all back fromthe extreme camp. ABBY MISSED ME SO MUCH AH!! hahahahha must first proclaim that. mmm past 2-3 days (cant really rmber know) stayed at hotel. yeahh. cos was too lazy to travel all the way back to prs. went out with eadelin to watch without a paddle first. oh man, it was darn CORNY AH! hilarious also. then ltr we walked around alot. till like 1030? she left.. eeks. i didn't wanna go yet. i'm too in love with the christmas lights lah. so christmas mood now :D yayyyy ITS COMING!!! :D :D oh then walked around till like uhhh 1120? then hopped on bus 123 and went to forgot whats that name hotel. mmm stayed there vegetating in front of the tv for the next 3 days. teehee. breakfast, lunch, dinner i had BUFFET there. my god. I EAT TILL I FAT ALRDY LOH.. crayfish, ice cream, cheesecake, fried mee, pudding, fish fillet, pancakes.. 3 bufet meals a day for 3 days. no joke ah. somemore like after that i'd go back to the room and watch tv. never even move ah! omg feel so fat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;mmm today. went for work so super early in the morning. 830 had to reach there cos we were having a function. the army men came. hahaha they ate like COWS. eat so fast had to keep refilling. and poor steve cut his finger. as in really cut loh.. it was bleedy seriously very badly. like blood kept flowing out and out so much he had to change his glove 4 times. yuckkkkk =x after they left which made us heave a HUGE sigh of relief, we had the leftovers to ourselves. steve cooked so much that we also had out own buffet ah. again -_-" im eating so much.. eeks. then like ate all the fries, fish, sotong blahblah. NICE AH!! he let me go at 2(: so kind ah. hahaha. not used to uh work. so bought shaved us which i made shafi make i huge mountain of for me. mmm ate it all the way to the bus stop. ok so it was like 230 when i left? and i still ran the underpass. SCARY LAHH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;went home, bathe changed got ready. i have uber little clothes -.- nvm, BANGKOK!!!! :D so then went to karmun's house to help her tk her stuff then went to pp to meet her. she was woring thats whyy.. mmm then she changed and we cabbed to the uhhh mica building. yeah. hahahah! the fashion fiesta was funny. me and karmun was uh giggling. you know giggling is the more demure and sophisticated way of laughing. of cos lah, high class place must laugh nicer. hahaha. then end alrdy we went off to find our way to esplanade. oh man.. we walked pass all the pubs right. there were few clowns there playing. anyone who knows me know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I HATE CLOWNS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;. eeeks. I HATE THEM AH!! phobia. i got really freaked out seeing them perform alone. then right this clown was behind me and karmun all the while and i didn't see. so i was like telling karmun 'im afraid of clowns' then she pointed behind and i yes guess. SCREAMED. usual lahh.. and i ran away ah. i was really verrrrry scared. its worse then seeing anacondas. yuck. then we walked all the way to the further side of river and realised we were walking the wrong way. and we had to walk alot further to esplanade. so we walked backed and thankfully the clowns stayed far from me. or rather i stayed far from them. mmm then saw the trishaw man again. teehee. decided to take trishaw to summerset. VERY FUN AH!!!!! :D everyone should try it. darrrrrrrn super super fun. we were like so scared for our lives. cos the uncle was like swearving in and out of the heavy traffic with all the big buses around. somemore like we nearly had accident ah. freaked out. but so fun :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;after that went to kfc to eat. i tapaoed bk in to eat. mmm then we saw this SUPER CUTE BOY! small boy. he kept playing with me through the glass. he was like banging it hiding here and there. running about.. AND HE EVEN LICKED THE GLASS OK!! how disguisiting. cos i sticked out my tongue. so he followed and he began to lick the glass. eeeks -.- me and karmun were like ugh. we were trying to tell him to stop but he wouldn't. HE KEPT LICKING THE GLASS. the like he also kept lying on the grnd whenever i put my hand with his. covered his face and stuff. DAMN CUTE LAH!!!! teehee. the face also sooo mischievious. very very very cute. eeks! so anyway after that and saying bye to him, we went to see the lights. although ive seen it a thousand times. but its stil fantastic :D then we went back and mom fetched karmun back then me frm prs mrt. mmm i lvoe the little boy. he's the mini version of jay chou and brad pitt together. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;EEEEKS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;neglect yes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; we'll see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741563-110260762948859207?l=laurafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/feeds/110260762948859207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741563&amp;postID=110260762948859207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/110260762948859207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/110260762948859207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/2004/12/hula-hulaaaa.html' title='hula hulaaaa!'/><author><name>laurafied</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885971577587464429</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-7741563.post-110217575228336403</id><published>2004-12-04T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-04T23:58:06.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>eeeeeeee~</title><content type='html'>feeling so fat now. prolly am lah uh.. the amount of sweets and chocolate prolly can add up to 10kg ah. went to church today.. mmm worship was great! then had cell even thou there wasn't supposed to have cell. it ended at like er 8.30 or so.. hahaha i really am so lazy. can't even type properly. mmm then went orcharding after that with the babes and a hunk. lol~ by the time we reached there it was already like 930 ah. no need shop so went to glutton square to eat. of cos, ate like gluttons.. then left orchard at like 1040. whoooooooooo.. i took the last train back. so lucky :D now home.. reached home at like 1130 lah. omg i truly am very lazy. ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! the worst thing yet. I BROKE ANOTHER NAIL AH!!! into the skin again. bleeding -.-" then my slipper SNAPPED AGAIN!!!!!! omg i tell you my slippers hate me. 2nd one alrdy. hahahah aft church it snapped again and became worse i walked arnd like a cripple. abby had to help me. of cos, she's my maid. mmm, not so stupid know. bought another one. hahaha hopefully it lasts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741563-110217575228336403?l=laurafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/feeds/110217575228336403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741563&amp;postID=110217575228336403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/110217575228336403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/110217575228336403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/2004/12/eeeeeeee.html' title='eeeeeeee~'/><author><name>laurafied</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885971577587464429</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-7741563.post-110209229183737192</id><published>2004-12-04T01:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-04T00:49:29.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nothing hurts like love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;mmm.. nows the fourth of dec. whooooo. aniw, messy day today. shan't brood over it here. hahaha worked today i broke my nail!! really its horrid. i had to put a plaster over it.. then my boss saw it and told me it'd get worse then took a SCISSORS and cut it off for me. scissors ok. hurt so much. cos my nail broke to my skin there too. yuckkkkkkkkk. i hate broken nails. that nick is still in brunei -.-" nvm, he promised to buy me and zsa earrings.. and i just realised i have like 20+ pairs of em? wowww. i love them lah. teehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oh my abby dear, you also depressed lah uh. nevermind, tmr got me to pei you and cheer you up. wheeeee! think of me and it'll all go away. hahaha i'm so your source of hope. aniw, love you! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;broken hearts, broken dreams, there just somethings that love brings. when you learn that its all been a lie, you cry. you find that nothing, nothing, nothing hurts like love. nothing brings your heart so much pain and you'll never learn, till you get burned, till your burned by the flame. nothing hurts so bad, nothing hurts so much, no nothing hurts like love. so you gave all you had. how the story turned so sad. nothing left but tears in your eyes; you die inside cos; nothing, nothing, nothing hurts like love. nothing brings your heart so much pain. and you'll never learn, till you get burned; till your burned by the flame. nothing hurts so bad, nothing hurts so much, no nothing hurts like love. so dry your eyes, its just your turn to learn. the time to fine that nothing, nothing. nothing hurts like love, nothing brings your heart so much pain. and you will never learn, till you get burned, till you get burned by the flame. nothing hurts so bad, nothing hurts so much, no nothing hurts like love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741563-110209229183737192?l=laurafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/feeds/110209229183737192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741563&amp;postID=110209229183737192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/110209229183737192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/110209229183737192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/2004/12/nothing-hurts-like-love.html' title='nothing hurts like love.'/><author><name>laurafied</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885971577587464429</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-7741563.post-110208770664206692</id><published>2004-12-03T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-03T23:33:31.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>boyfriend love! (: 3rd december</title><content type='html'>today i shall proclaim that me ( cherrie ) and miss lala ( laura ) are officially an item and we are &lt;em&gt;in&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;LOVE&lt;/strong&gt;! x) squeals- im her boyfriend! weeee! and she's mine too! wahahahs. i love you. you love me! no one shall ever tear us apart! who ever stands in our way will have to sue us and go to court and win the case first! hmpff- teehees. we shall be the gayles boyfriends! (: cause we're &lt;em&gt;gay&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;AND&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;les&lt;/em&gt;. giggles- i love youuu! smile smile smile! we just steaded TODAY LA! its the 3rd december! must must MUST remember kae! we'll celebrate our anniversary next year! giggles- shall tell daddie we steaded! grins- haha. you make me happy crazy mad! (: you're my wonderful beautiful pretty chio-bu friendly splendid fantabulous gorgeous whacky mad crazie spunky BOYFRIEND! (: i love you i miss you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baby i love you&lt;br /&gt;and i'll never let you go&lt;br /&gt;but if i had to&lt;br /&gt;boy i think that you should know&lt;br /&gt;all the love we made&lt;br /&gt;will never be erased&lt;br /&gt;and i promise you&lt;br /&gt;that you will never be replaced&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll love you till the end of time (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so lomantic! grins-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741563-110208770664206692?l=laurafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/feeds/110208770664206692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741563&amp;postID=110208770664206692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/110208770664206692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/110208770664206692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/2004/12/boyfriend-love-3rd-december.html' title='boyfriend love! (: 3rd december'/><author><name>laurafied</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885971577587464429</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-7741563.post-110197553038241047</id><published>2004-12-02T16:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-02T16:18:50.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cries.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;it really hurts, it hurts so so much. i can't think.. i don't know whats happening. i don't know anything..... love me still? i don't think so anymore :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741563-110197553038241047?l=laurafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/feeds/110197553038241047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741563&amp;postID=110197553038241047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/110197553038241047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/110197553038241047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/2004/12/cries.html' title='cries.'/><author><name>laurafied</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885971577587464429</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-7741563.post-110197179158158877</id><published>2004-12-02T15:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-02T15:19:54.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blues.</title><content type='html'>ok lah, decided to update a little. hahaha changed my mind about the previous entry. now its like this: i wanna marry someone who treats me really well, loves me lots obviously and yeah, give me a good life. but right, i think if i cant be a taitai i'm gonna be a housewife so yeah, my husband has to be rather rich BUT he only works 3 hours? hehehe (x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok yesterday was the first time i ever:&lt;br /&gt;~ wash plates, utensils.&lt;br /&gt;~ mop the damned floor.&lt;br /&gt;~ clean up after ppl.&lt;br /&gt;~ wipe tables and chairs.&lt;br /&gt;~ see people alrdy wanna cry. not cos i miss them but cos it means more work for me.&lt;br /&gt;~ hand stuff out.&lt;br /&gt;~ walk in an underpass alone. THE FRIGGIN UNDERPASS WAS STAINED WITH BLOOD. like some rape place know?&lt;br /&gt;~ ran so fast in my life. (to the bus stop cos it was so dark and scary)&lt;br /&gt;~ had sore feet.&lt;br /&gt;~ chipped 2 nails in one go.&lt;br /&gt;~ ate so much ice in my entire life.&lt;br /&gt;~ cleaned counters.&lt;br /&gt;~ clear cig plates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well WORKING LIFE SUCKS. i hate working but yeah, i'm so bored at home. always having nothing to do so yeah, started working. started work ystday. and on my first day i actually broke a glass. so typical uh? i'm clumsy what ya expect. but the boss is great~ yeah. real kind and stuff lahh. i walked at the underpass at 8 and it was like so scary alrdy. cos i only one girl walking there so yeah, you know lah, i ran all the way. i'm gonna work til 10 for certain days i think so uh, i think i dont dare to go home. hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nick's in brunei now. talking to him now (: hehe i love talking to him. makes me feel kind of er, better? mad lah. he's my bro what.. obviously talking to him is fun. aniw, was actually starting to feel better these few days cos i sort of let out a little anger. hahaha but now. i feel worse. whoooboy. really lah.. i dont think i'm able to like er carry on this way and stuff? yepp.. ): NICK YOU HORRID BOY HURRY UP COME BACK LAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't think i can last any longer.. I'M SICK AND TIRED OF MANY MANY THINGS. holy.n somebody help me pleaseeeeee. PLEASEEEEE.. i beg you. it hurts so badly :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741563-110197179158158877?l=laurafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/feeds/110197179158158877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741563&amp;postID=110197179158158877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/110197179158158877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/110197179158158877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/2004/12/blues.html' title='blues.'/><author><name>laurafied</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885971577587464429</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-7741563.post-110164952581266781</id><published>2004-11-28T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-28T21:45:25.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>never ever.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;i promise (cant swear, if i can it'll be swearing) i won't marry; NEVER EVERY MARRY a(an): fireman, policeman, government, actor, prince, businessman, boss, manager, CEO, sales agent, inventor, model, celebrity, singerr, pop star, news reader, advertiser, dentist, marketing manager. guess who i wanna marry? beggers, student, cleaner, coffeeshop worker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; serious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741563-110164952581266781?l=laurafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/feeds/110164952581266781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741563&amp;postID=110164952581266781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/110164952581266781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/110164952581266781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/2004/11/never-ever.html' title='never ever.'/><author><name>laurafied</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885971577587464429</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-7741563.post-110155969766462900</id><published>2004-11-27T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-27T20:50:26.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>before i fall in love~</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre   style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My heart says we've got something real&lt;br /&gt;Can I trust the way I feel&lt;br /&gt;'Cause my heart's been fooled before&lt;br /&gt;Am I just seeing what I want to see&lt;br /&gt;Or is it true, could you really be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Someone to have and hold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;With all my heart and soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I need to know, before I fall in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Someone who'll stay around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Through all my ups and downs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Please tell me now, before I fall in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm at the point of no return&lt;br /&gt;So afraid of getting burned&lt;br /&gt;But I want to take a chance&lt;br /&gt;Please give me a reason to believe&lt;br /&gt;Say, you're the one&lt;br /&gt;That you'll always be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been so hard for me&lt;br /&gt;To give my heart away&lt;br /&gt;But I would give my everything&lt;br /&gt;Just to hear you say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741563-110155969766462900?l=laurafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/feeds/110155969766462900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741563&amp;postID=110155969766462900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/110155969766462900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/110155969766462900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/2004/11/before-i-fall-in-love.html' title='before i fall in love~'/><author><name>laurafied</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885971577587464429</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-7741563.post-110146550824413676</id><published>2004-11-26T18:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-26T18:40:57.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i heart jay chou.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEKKKKKKKKKKKKKSSSSSSSSS! today is the worst day of my life ah. jay's in singapore holding a concert and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I'M NOT GOING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; -.-" bo bian lah. totally broke already what, cant afford it. neither can i go for tmrs :'( irks, this is soo saddening. hahaha but the good thing is that my brother is not coming home tmr. HAHAHA i've got the whole house to myself ah. mama wont come back til 11, dad not in singapore. :D!! oh yah, anyone wanna go cycling tmr msg me. bringing my dog for a er, spin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741563-110146550824413676?l=laurafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/feeds/110146550824413676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741563&amp;postID=110146550824413676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/110146550824413676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/110146550824413676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/2004/11/i-heart-jay-chou.html' title='i heart jay chou.'/><author><name>laurafied</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885971577587464429</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-7741563.post-110139753753375496</id><published>2004-11-25T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-25T23:45:37.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;.&lt;</title><content type='html'>someone called my moma and told her i was hanging out with bad company. and, my mother ticked her off. HAHAHAHA. good for you ms teo. really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and btw, i'm trying to like quit unneccessary buying :D and i also realised i've been leading a boring life ah. whole day orchard or someplace else shopping/windowing. ugh. soooo er, think i'm gonna go like biking, zooing, bballing, cycling, making, baking and lotsa other stuff real soon. i'm like so tellling myself to get a life. hahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741563-110139753753375496?l=laurafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/feeds/110139753753375496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741563&amp;postID=110139753753375496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/110139753753375496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/110139753753375496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/2004/11/blog-post_25.html' title='&gt;.&lt;'/><author><name>laurafied</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885971577587464429</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-7741563.post-110138559615172094</id><published>2004-11-25T20:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-25T20:41:44.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this moment.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;well, in the end not going. the flight was cancelled and stuff. yeah ): hahaha. now i have no idea what to do tmr. thats so sick.. feeling so terrible now. i'm so tired already....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741563-110138559615172094?l=laurafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/feeds/110138559615172094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741563&amp;postID=110138559615172094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/110138559615172094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/110138559615172094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/2004/11/this-moment.html' title='this moment.'/><author><name>laurafied</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885971577587464429</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-7741563.post-110135880895957031</id><published>2004-11-25T13:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-25T13:12:06.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THAILAND.</title><content type='html'>gloryiski. back from math tuition.. its a wonder my brain's still in perfect working condition. aniw, yest was soo fun. although my slipper the strap snapped at the istana. must be the curse lah we all say.. track's curse. cos like the first was jayne and pao falling down the stairs after movies. next was the flu one. then it was the slipper breaking one. me and zeng hui got that slipper curse lah. and it happens it orchard.. wonder what's the next one. prolly choking on fishballs eh (x hahaha so yeah. ooohh! me and pao were like total les. as in really lah. so much till the rest didn't know us -.-" jayne, ama, me, pao, zeng hui, gab went to orchard. yep, theyclaimed they didn't know me and pao lah. cos we were never separated :D its either we were holding hands, holding the waist or shoulder or crossing arms. and she even smooched me okays so yeah. think turning les already lah. hahaha. smooched me on my hair and my cheek. HAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooohh, leaving for bangkok tmr. think only for a short while lah. ugh -.-" i wanna go for one whole month! my shopping paradise is like so there.. yep. so uh, any cell babes reading this pray for me ah. hopefully there'd be no terrorist attack (x cos like we'd be staying in a hotel with all these international ministers. so yeah, anything can happen. and its international -.-" i'm gonna pray for myself uh. that the malls will be like full of sales and my slipper won't snap halfway and that i can shop in peace. hahahah. so bimbotic. worse come to worse i'd get kidnapped and like hand and feet chopped off then get sent to arabia to beg. HAHAHA. quite okay lah cos can get tanned there. its worse than singapore over there. aniw too lazy to blog. my nose is like raining on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feeling so useless. hate it lah.. you know like those nuisance-useless or er useless-useless. feel so hurt ): MY EYES ARE LIKE SWOLLEN NOW AH. ass~ maybe cos of last night lah.. i need zsa. ugh. nbm, off to chop my nose off. ciao~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741563-110135880895957031?l=laurafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/feeds/110135880895957031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741563&amp;postID=110135880895957031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/110135880895957031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/110135880895957031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/2004/11/thailand.html' title='THAILAND.'/><author><name>laurafied</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885971577587464429</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-7741563.post-110128070953511194</id><published>2004-11-24T15:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-25T12:48:35.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>heights.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;i'm totally flu-ed down. not only that, had high fever yest. so sickening.. was like some drug addict suffering from cold turkey. yeah, lucky the temp died down. never ever flu-ed so much in my entire life ah. wasn't that bad in the morning cos it was just runny. worse ah, cos of that ass zeng hui who kept sneezing and coughing away i think i got a serious one. ARGHS! oh yeah, went for abseiling today instead of our normal training. &lt;oh style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;SUPER FUN AH&lt;/oh&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; :D but also very very very scary. cos like we had to climb to like 3m high and walk across the damned bar. esp the pair one. ITS A KILLER LAH.. like must use ballet skills and also a lot of my screaming skills. cos the thing was like movable and we were trying to climb it. each bar was like my height lo. so just imagine.. goodness. hahaha. but it was so fun. arguing whole day with my bitch. eeps, my dad came home with the key alrdy!! i can go out like finally. heh. nx time~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741563-110128070953511194?l=laurafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/feeds/110128070953511194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741563&amp;postID=110128070953511194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/110128070953511194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/110128070953511194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/2004/11/heights.html' title='heights.'/><author><name>laurafied</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885971577587464429</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-7741563.post-110121966285343717</id><published>2004-11-23T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-23T22:21:02.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hunkilicious.</title><content type='html'>in my time of boredom, guess what i found ah. the loveliest thing in the world. to me :D hahah. HUMMAMAMA! check it out k. so babeilicious. oops :x it &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hunkilicious&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v260/daryl_laura/packs.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v260/daryl_laura/packs1.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v260/daryl_laura/packs2.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v260/daryl_laura/packs3.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v260/daryl_laura/packs4.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v260/daryl_laura/packs5.jpg" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MY LOVE FOR 6&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PACKS WIL NEVER DIE&lt;/span&gt;. (x hahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741563-110121966285343717?l=laurafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/feeds/110121966285343717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741563&amp;postID=110121966285343717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/110121966285343717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/110121966285343717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/2004/11/hunkilicious.html' title='hunkilicious.'/><author><name>laurafied</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885971577587464429</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-7741563.post-110121032840547928</id><published>2004-11-23T19:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-23T19:48:12.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>resolutions.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;eeks &gt;.&lt; so bored now. gonna do my resolutions cos i know when the new year comes i'd be too busy to even think about it. so, yeah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;~ try not to be late for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;anything and everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;. think anyone who knows me know that i'm never early or on time for anything. eeps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;~ health. doing exercises &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;everyday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; and try to watch what i eat. always wanted to try this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;~ not be such a shopaholic and materialistic person. try to think about others before self. ohhhh man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;~ not to judge and criticise people too quickly. and ah, don't judge people by their looks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;~ always try to be myself. as in don't et influenced easily by things like er, mtv and being perfect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;~ and always remember that love is patient, love is kind. that verse. forgot the rest. but yeah. and i'm gonna show everyone i love them :D give and give and give love. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 of them. gonna keep them for the rest of the year.. :D!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741563-110121032840547928?l=laurafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/feeds/110121032840547928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741563&amp;postID=110121032840547928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/110121032840547928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/110121032840547928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/2004/11/resolutions.html' title='resolutions.'/><author><name>laurafied</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885971577587464429</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-7741563.post-110102614651912532</id><published>2004-11-21T16:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-21T16:35:46.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>alone in shadows.</title><content type='html'>1.Name 1 school you went to.&lt;br /&gt;coral primary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Name 2 favorite vacation/place of all time.&lt;br /&gt;bangkok. shopping malls :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Name 3 ultimate dates and with who.&lt;br /&gt;dates? tons of.. mostly with my bitches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Name 4 things in your purse.&lt;br /&gt;handphone, rubbish, spray, er tissue?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.Name 1 things you always wear.&lt;br /&gt;[x] inner beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.Name 2 of your closest friends.&lt;br /&gt;so many &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.Name 3 times when you were really stress.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. cheena exams, history exams and er maths exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.Name 5 favorite songs.&lt;br /&gt;anything and everything lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.Name 1 favorite place to shop.&lt;br /&gt;er orchard? sick of it really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.Name 2 place you go to on a daily basis.&lt;br /&gt;my bed, my handphone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.Name 3 activities you like to do.&lt;br /&gt;SHOP, dance and sky dive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.Name 3 most valuable possession.&lt;br /&gt;ca-ching$, my life. and er my virginity? lmao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.Name 1 vehicle you wanna haf now.&lt;br /&gt;rolls royce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.Name 2 things you cannot live without.&lt;br /&gt;ca-ching$ and mumsy. she's my er atm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.Name 3 expenses&lt;br /&gt;clothes, food, accessories.&lt;span class="p"  style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.Name 4 career choice.&lt;br /&gt;TAI TAI LAH. no others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.Name 1 person.&lt;br /&gt;laura choo rui min. self obsession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.Name 2 goals in 2005.&lt;br /&gt;i will study and er more pets :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.Name 3 birthdae wish for ur coming bdae nx&lt;br /&gt;yr or tis yr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;GROW TO 1.75&lt;/span&gt;! desperate already. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741563-110102614651912532?l=laurafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/feeds/110102614651912532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741563&amp;postID=110102614651912532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/110102614651912532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/110102614651912532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/2004/11/alone-in-shadows.html' title='alone in shadows.'/><author><name>laurafied</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885971577587464429</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-7741563.post-110096916304639191</id><published>2004-11-21T01:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-21T00:46:03.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>eeeeekks &gt;.&lt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;rearised 've been so razy to brog properry ratery. &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v260/daryl_laura/adriana4.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v260/daryl_laura/adriana1.jpg" /&gt; the rove of my rife ah! &gt;.&lt; no ra, my idor! hahaha. aniw, think i just rove to change arr the 'l's to 'r's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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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-7741563.post-110088452666294372</id><published>2004-11-20T01:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-20T01:15:26.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SPIRITED AWAY.</title><content type='html'>i can nearly swear that sirited away is the only show that can make me wanna both cry for joy and sadness. LOVE IT AH! :D hahaha. just re wathced it for the don't know how many time. still as nice as ever. oh wells, if only next time my boyfriend also can turn into a dragon ah. hahaha. and stil have cock hair yet look so cute. lol (x anyway, can't belief my cousin ended her o's today and all she does is go home to watch tv. nutso! i'd be partying till morning. hahaha.. feel so er, eye baggy. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741563-110088452666294372?l=laurafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/feeds/110088452666294372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741563&amp;postID=110088452666294372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/110088452666294372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/110088452666294372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/2004/11/spirited-away.html' title='SPIRITED AWAY.'/><author><name>laurafied</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885971577587464429</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-7741563.post-110078920213784381</id><published>2004-11-18T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T22:46:42.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>be my girl!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i said, are you gonna be my girl? ahhhh! i said! are you gonna be my girl? i said i said i said are ya gonna be my girl? &lt;/span&gt;i think i'm nuts :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FREAKS OF NATURE &gt;.&lt; hahaha. i really think i'm moronic. in a way, yeahh :D i so happened to slp from noon to 8.30 at night. see the power of the mighty fortress? bah! some one save me from this whatever its called thing thing. oh and yeah, i'm like supposed to go for a wedding dinner of someone i've never seen before? hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741563-110078920213784381?l=laurafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/feeds/110078920213784381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741563&amp;postID=110078920213784381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/110078920213784381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/110078920213784381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/2004/11/be-my-girl.html' title='be my girl!'/><author><name>laurafied</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885971577587464429</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-7741563.post-110070817286142966</id><published>2004-11-18T01:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T00:25:58.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.funnyjunk.com/pages/insanity_test.htm"&gt;http://www.funnyjunk.com/pages/insanity_test.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.funnyjunk.com/pages/cat.htm"&gt;http://www.funnyjunk.com/pages/cat.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.funnyjunk.com/p/penor-jpg.html"&gt;http://www.funnyjunk.com/p/penor-jpg.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;HAHAHA!! REALLY REALLY REALLY STUPID. LMAO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741563-110070817286142966?l=laurafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/feeds/110070817286142966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741563&amp;postID=110070817286142966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/110070817286142966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/110070817286142966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/2004/11/httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>laurafied</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885971577587464429</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-7741563.post-110035937475155956</id><published>2004-11-13T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-13T23:23:11.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lazyness.</title><content type='html'>by daddykins :&lt;br /&gt;Proverbs 19&lt;br /&gt;15 Laziness brings on deep sleep,&lt;br /&gt;and the shiftless man goes hungry.&lt;br /&gt;Proverbs 12&lt;br /&gt;24 Diligent hands will rule,&lt;br /&gt;but laziness ends in slave labor&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741563-110035937475155956?l=laurafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/feeds/110035937475155956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741563&amp;postID=110035937475155956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/110035937475155956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/110035937475155956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/2004/11/lazyness.html' title='lazyness.'/><author><name>laurafied</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885971577587464429</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-7741563.post-110035619090910150</id><published>2004-11-13T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-13T23:22:03.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>price over prize.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;take me deeper, deeper in love with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;jesus hold me close in your embrace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;take me deeper, deeper than i've ever been before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i just want to know you more and more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;how i long, to be deeper in love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i so love my cell. and NO ABBY, I'M NOT YOUR MAID (x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;trying to take things into my stride. tough ride but it'll be over somehow. a drastic drop of self confidence, but i know, i am still who i am and no one can change that. its either you love me, or you hate me. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;by daddykins : &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Proverbs 19&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;15 Laziness brings on deep sleep, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and the shiftless man goes hungry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Proverbs 12&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;24 Diligent hands will rule, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;but laziness ends in slave labor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741563-110035619090910150?l=laurafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/feeds/110035619090910150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741563&amp;postID=110035619090910150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/110035619090910150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/110035619090910150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/2004/11/price-over-prize.html' title='price over prize.'/><author><name>laurafied</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885971577587464429</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-7741563.post-110028296482372557</id><published>2004-11-13T02:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-13T02:09:24.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bah,</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;): not exactly in the best of moods now. -sighs. argghs! i hate you! so there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741563-110028296482372557?l=laurafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/feeds/110028296482372557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741563&amp;postID=110028296482372557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/110028296482372557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/110028296482372557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/2004/11/bah.html' title='bah,'/><author><name>laurafied</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885971577587464429</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-7741563.post-110027303552514568</id><published>2004-11-12T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-12T23:53:39.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wild wild weting.</title><content type='html'>ooohh, such a great feeling to have things to do everyday :D woke up at around 10+ and fell asleep again only to realise i napped for 2 hours. yeah, so rushed as usual. cos mama went out and told me she'd be back by 12.30~ yeah, in the end i went down at 1. late by half hr to meet mama.. when am i not late? then went to tm to eat and buy sunblock. mama was so afraid i would get sunburn but that has like never happened to me before; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ever&lt;/span&gt;. ain't that good? geez. i was late again for meeting them-- by an hour. yeah, guess i'm like that, forever late for things. gonna try to be early for stuff now(: met them at the hot dog shop with zsa wearing her sb and eadelin wearing her tankini. they just walked out like that.. lol~ then went in. so lucky i had a free ticket or else you should have seen the queue for www. it was terrifying. really worse then people queueing up for food rations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so then went in put my stuff down and changed. then headed out to play. like duh, what else is there to do at wild wild wet -.-" went everywhere la then it started to rain which is obviously not what we wanted. no one could go out to play so everyone was jammed packed in the canteen area. erghs, cos there was no place on the table so i had to sit on the floor. yeah, like after 25 long looong mins then we were allowed to go back to the waters. ahhh, me and zsa queued up for the slide thing thing it was almost our turn when it started raining again. really stupid rain, of all days.. argghh. so had to go down allthe way to the canteen again. this time the rain took like 50 mins to clear kan. me and zsa couldn't take it la.. we were wet and it was freezing cold. then queued up for kfc. the queue was like moving at 1m/hr. then finally got there.. ordered cheese fries and ice milo. by then i wasn't cold la. saw mervyn there with his fam. hah! there were seats when we went back cos somehow the rain stopped.. but they didn't allow them to play yet. so yeah, ate with her then we felt so moody.. total pms. we were super irritated that it kept raining. so anyhowm after eating we found eadelin and went to the err, vitagen there to play. forgot whats the name la.. but its sumwhere in www obviously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahlao, i didn't know kiddies section also very fun. prolly cos i'm a kid at heart. awww.. the 3 of us started shooting water at everyone who passed by till these 3 ang moh boys took revenge. they grabbed the water thing thing and sprayed it back kan. sort of fierce battle cos every 3 mins we would be doing that? got sick of that place so went to queue for the ularlah. yeah, went there and suaned the lifeguard full strength. heh.. started cos i saw his undies. BLACK! so kept saying that la. then ead and zsa kept suaning me bout my prounounciation of neh tit. then they saw his neh tits sort of like 'protrouding' outta his shirt so they called him choc chip. lol! yeah, so went down and the lifeguard there always bullied me kan. don't let me get off the er, boat? yeah, the thiing tt you sit on la, oh, FLOAT. yeahh.. kept screaming at him la. haha. then he kept jaq-ing me. so even la. we kept playing the ularlah cos the lifeguard asked us to. yeahhh.. fun :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then once when it was our turn to go down the choc chip went to push the other lifeguard down. he held on to our float the whole time kan. bet his butt was burnt. yeah, but he stil managed to climb in. the 3 of us laughed till really wanna peng san. bth. then the lifeguard there also la. kept shaking thing float again. then i was stuck there. lol~ i had to grab his hand and scream in his ear before he stopped. (: screams do miracles! hahaha (x then we were late to go back. called mama then she picked me from the bus stop. wahlao, i was like the rain in the car. cos i was soaking wet.. yeah, and i was late for tuition (x all of them had to wait for me for 45mins. heh. anyhow, tuition was so fun. err.. yeah. we had this game la, 3 boys vs 2 girls. unfair yeah? but we still won. our maths is great :D can't deny. then mama fetched me back again :D she's becoming my chauffuer. yeah, bought food to go home and eat la. ooooh! my bro had his prom night today. wonder how it was like.. oh yah, i'm like so accident prone kan. i grazed my toe at www, cut my finger while cutting oranges, BROKE A FRIGGING NAIL, got scratched by some stray cat (mama's so scared i'd get some disease by that cat. lol) and hurt my toe cos i slammed the door against it. eeerrghs. this is so moodyfiying. mmm. so yeah. had super lots of fun today :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741563-110027303552514568?l=laurafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/feeds/110027303552514568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741563&amp;postID=110027303552514568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/110027303552514568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/110027303552514568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/2004/11/wild-wild-weting.html' title='wild wild weting.'/><author><name>laurafied</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885971577587464429</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-7741563.post-110018693326427250</id><published>2004-11-11T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-11T23:28:53.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>everything.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;cos my future's in your hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;went out with eadelin, karen and 2 of their blind dates today. was 3hrs late. like wow, how pro can i get. ahhhh, too lazy to blog (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741563-110018693326427250?l=laurafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/feeds/110018693326427250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741563&amp;postID=110018693326427250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/110018693326427250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/110018693326427250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/2004/11/everything.html' title='everything.'/><author><name>laurafied</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885971577587464429</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-7741563.post-110008784794769644</id><published>2004-11-10T19:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-10T19:57:27.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kayaking.</title><content type='html'>wahh, super tiring day. ughs! went for kayaking instead of training today. glad to take a day off :D eh, nay, it isn't skipping training. its planned by the track teachers. yeahh, so woke up late. at 8, was supposed to get up earlier of breakfast. but still went to eat my beehoon. cos at night i was craving for it.. went to the coffeeshop and ate my beehoon, egg, toasted bread and milo. eat till like super super full. then mama dropped me off at white sands to meet ama. she couldn't send us to school cos she was having class. so like we were late la.. so cabbed down to school. heh. waste of time kan. the bus in the end drove us back to prs park. like us from prs travelling to tamp then back to prs -.-" yep, went there only to see the horror of horrors. ms teo's car parked outside. eeks. ended up she was our instructor with another male. a old guy. we were expecting some hunks. -sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so ms teo taught us the names of certain parts of the kayak. very very stupid.. yep, then we had to take the kayaks ourselves to the beach which were like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;super&lt;/span&gt; heavy. i mean it! SUPER heavy. ahh, lugged the thing there la. then had this paddle game. imagine us, in our training attire running in a circle with these sticks. rather dumb eh. hahaha.. then partnered with amalina who was so afraid i would kill her in the water. cos she said my luluness was fatal. lol! so yeah, already climbing in i fell into the water.. amalina was luggi more scared. then we paddled out into the sea la.. paddle and paddle. then the instructor whole day called us to raft. so irritating cos its so tiring trying to reach him. ughs! then paddled a lot more then we had a break. the worst part was trying to bring the kayak onto the shore. cos its so heavy and we have to empty the water out. wahlao.. image 2 weak girls dyingly trying to lift this 30kg kayak. yeah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our lunch was pathetic. chicken rice.. with only 3 pieces of chicken. not like 3 wings k.. like 3 pieces of wht you get from the usual chicken rice store. so much for lunch.. then cos we had so much time. ended up wasting water by spraying the hose everywhere.. we go so super wet and played like hell. tillthis guy came up and scolded us. ah, broomstick -.- then finally went back to the waters. ahh, it was already super cloudy, like anytime can rain those kind. very scary kan, cos the water was super choppy. so me and ama decided to pair up with a guy instead. i paired with kai sheng. heh, the track captain. not scared to die out there like that.. yeah, i was yelling all the way la. cos we went very very far even further than those houses floating there. plus with the waves so choppy, i was like screaming for my life. heh, we kept screaming "if i die tel my mama i love her!" darn funny.. thank God i didn't capsize la. cos i kept saying out to amalina and the rest that its like the deep blue sea have sharks and anacondas and also jellyfish. eeeyucks. we so freaked out. but so glad i had kai sheng.. aiyo, otherwise i think i drowned already la. haha. oh yeah, me and pao kept ourselves going by saying "c'mon the fats are turning into muscles! go!" lmao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after much kayaking and my super aching arms we went nearer to the shore. by then the sun already came out kan.. then they went on capsizing kayaks -.- in the end capsized mine. errgh.. i could taste the salt water in my mouth. but super super fun :D in the end kept capsizing ourselves. but it was tiring swimming-pushing and then emptying the water from the boat. then kept swimming in the water. long time since i had so much fun.. last time i used to do that kan (x arghs. then emptyed the kayaks and packed all the stuff and lugged them to the place &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;.so heavy &gt;.&lt;" went back and played with the water again.. some sort of our new wild wild wet la. yep, then cleaned our shoes and called mom. she fetched ama, karmun, roy and jon back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooohh, had so so much fun :D &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741563-110008784794769644?l=laurafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/feeds/110008784794769644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741563&amp;postID=110008784794769644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/110008784794769644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/110008784794769644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/2004/11/kayaking.html' title='kayaking.'/><author><name>laurafied</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885971577587464429</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-7741563.post-110001030718405956</id><published>2004-11-09T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-09T22:26:32.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bimbo loves bitch.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;argh,so lazy to type. nbm, shall summarize eveything. woke up at 1 today. yeah, somehow i slept super long.. must be my sleeping rampage again. and no sam, my eyebags are getting BETTER :D woke up then lazed around the house and watched the 2nd disc of my girl. oh man, so touching! i love that show.. the 2 childhood lovers didn't get together in the end. -sighs so unfairtale. somehow reminded me of my childhood love. oh, it was so cheesy but yeah, so loving. really, imagine me holding hands with my k2 bf. err.. k, skip that. so like i was tahaning the boredom at home till i couldn't take it. i called i think every single one in my phone book? a lot of them didn't pick up and some couldn't go out. ARGHS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;so went online to catch anyone. found my dear darling paulina. i called her hp and she didn't even know -.- goof! so finally i found someone to go out with la. you really must try imagining how bored i was.. so bored that i even asked my brother to go out with me. see, desperate measures. so it was set la, i made pao rush to meet me. heh.. so glad she could go out. as in really glad. yeah, hugged her immediately when i saw her. love my bitch (: went on to orchard.. she was really cute. she and her orange -.- so yeah, went to heeren first. yep, to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;window shop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;. i mean it la.. never spend money ok. first time in history.. even my mother was glad i didn't. bah! walked around and around. all the stuff there so nice. kept laughing at every single thang. then went to cine to buy my famous amos. ahhh.. the smell of it. bought 2. on diet what you expect? then the two of us held hands and walk around. nay, its not cheesy, its loving :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;eh, it was super fun kan. we walked up and down the escalator and took lift also la. then we ran the whole 3rd floor holding hands. HAHA! like small kids. but yeah, fun :Dthen went to basement to get my lemon tea and off we went to esprit. her love of her life. ex kan all the stuff.. walked to wisma where she saw all the thongs. then she showed me hers.. heh. white. said her mom just bought it for her.. lol. i love her mom. she bought her that bobbi brown bk kae! arghs. held hands wherever we went :D then went to far east.. walked the whole level one then went on to tangs. OMG!!! THEY HAVE THE BEST CHRISTMAS STUFF THERE! i so love it there. me and my bitch went crazy there.. ahhh! then went to bugis. to show her my beloved. yeah, gelato. she also fell in love with it :D too nice la, what to do. heh. walked around again then went our separate ways. yep ): she went to raffles place to meet her mom and i rushed back to watch my 9pm show. ahh, so nice (: anyway, super lazy to type alrdy. ciao!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;BIMBO LOVES BITCH &lt;33&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741563-110001030718405956?l=laurafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/feeds/110001030718405956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741563&amp;postID=110001030718405956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/110001030718405956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/110001030718405956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/2004/11/bimbo-loves-bitch.html' title='bimbo loves bitch.'/><author><name>laurafied</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885971577587464429</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-7741563.post-109992406714982254</id><published>2004-11-08T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-08T22:38:43.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shake that.</title><content type='html'>well, i didn't skip training today :D -grins i'm going to try to train hard and not slack. em, at least i keep this in my head la. so everytime i run i'll try to remember. if you fail, you're not a failure.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; it's only when you give up on yourself that you're one. &lt;/span&gt;nay, not trying to talk chim. learnt it from the tv. see, tv shows are educational. didn't train today. only did warm up then i did the knees to the chest. only cos my hip bone still hurts shit |x mr teo talked to me a lot again la.. he's not that bad. i mean for now, cos he hardly talks about water :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, after training pei amalina back to school with fishballs. i think i'm in love.. with the fishballs thats it. school again -.- how boring~ and i saw miss teo. argh! to think this is called a holiday.. now how am i supposed to enjoy it? :P she was staring at me like as if she's seen a ghost. i just pray that she doesn't remember to call my mother. so ya, amalina payed 43 buckeroos for some thing that she's told me was lame then we went back home. i felt so lazy.. uh, i always do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went home and fell asleep then amalina called me. got ready to go out then she msged me that she couldn't. man.. then i stayed at home for 10mins then i couldn't take it already. called mama then took a taxi down to meet her and gina. eh, its shopping heaven there :D yep. so walked around a lot then sent mom's friend back.. fell asleep in the car after that while she bought curry fish head. somehow i'm falling asleep super often now. my period is coming. dead sure of it.. i'm pmsing already. its so obvious la. imagine my father asked me to off the com ystday and i cried cos of that. emtional eh? &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah and, i took off my contacts earlier on cos i slept with it on.. then i couldn't find my specs. the champion was starting la, so i went to put it back on. my stupid brain wasn't functioning and i forgot that you have to at least keep it in the container for 6hrs and i only left it there for 1 hr or less. :/ so i stupidly put it on and guess what, it burned my eye. well, sorta. cos there's this burning feeling. piangs. tried to take it off but couldn't in the end managed to.. ended up looking like i cried for 2hrs. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached home and slpt again.. all the way to 9. i'm on a sleeping rampage. prolly cos i want to cure my eye bags. eye bags!!! ARGHS. kay, enough of vanity. of to talk to pao nana and kimmy. think i'm going to vomit at my tone of voice.. we're acting cute! -gacks toodles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741563-109992406714982254?l=laurafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/feeds/109992406714982254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741563&amp;postID=109992406714982254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/109992406714982254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/109992406714982254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/2004/11/shake-that.html' title='shake that.'/><author><name>laurafied</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885971577587464429</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-7741563.post-109975927301551417</id><published>2004-11-07T01:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-07T00:46:09.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chc.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;so yes, its staying in at home today-- sunday. didn't have service today cos they had some meeting.. too lazy to wake up for tmr's combined service. followed daryl they all to church. yeah, people were really friendly. lol~ took a shuttle bus there. church was super super big kan.. full of decorations for christmas :D heh. bah, i liked the toilet. like some high class toilet lar. guess there's super lot of ppl in the church cos it really looks ex. hahas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;the worship was kinda the same a megalife just that their sound. cos their sound system is like, woah. yepp.. then past kong preached. i didn't really like his sermon.. i felt like there's no substand. yeahh.. the topic was about worship but i kinda felt like it was about the indor stadium. cos 3/4 of the time he was talking about it? so em, yeah.. so well, i will stick with david porsen. love him to bits! yepp.. only gonna say smth i've learnt in church. well, its not meant to be insultive but.. yep (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;C- calculative: with God don't be calculative.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;C- competetive: with others(as in churches) don't be competetive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;C- conceited: with self don't be conceited.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741563-109975927301551417?l=laurafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/feeds/109975927301551417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741563&amp;postID=109975927301551417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/109975927301551417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/109975927301551417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/2004/11/chc.html' title='chc.'/><author><name>laurafied</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885971577587464429</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-7741563.post-109976154875199219</id><published>2004-11-07T01:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-07T01:19:08.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;.&lt;</title><content type='html'>SOMEONE JUST SHOOT ME! the more i see it, whoo boy, the more i want to tell that off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741563-109976154875199219?l=laurafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/feeds/109976154875199219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741563&amp;postID=109976154875199219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/109976154875199219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/109976154875199219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/2004/11/blog-post.html' title='&gt;.&lt;'/><author><name>laurafied</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885971577587464429</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-7741563.post-109958164131796393</id><published>2004-11-04T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-04T23:32:19.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lovelove.</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre   style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;we're stronger than yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;now it's nothing but our way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;didn't blog for such a long&lt;br /&gt;time. went to zsa's chalet&lt;br /&gt;to play for the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;darn, it was great. i so&lt;br /&gt;miss chalet life already ):&lt;br /&gt;i wanna go back!! oops (X&lt;br /&gt;aniw, stayed overnight there.&lt;br /&gt;like for a miracle first time&lt;br /&gt;my mother ever allowed me to&lt;br /&gt;do such a thing. or maybe she&lt;br /&gt;thought i deserved a break :D&lt;br /&gt;heh. what to do? i'm such a&lt;br /&gt;good girl. &gt;.&lt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:85%;" &gt;aniw, gonna&lt;br /&gt;get back my postingresults&lt;br /&gt;tmrw and gonna get a lashing&lt;br /&gt;from my track teachers.&lt;br /&gt;skipped 2 trainings becos of&lt;br /&gt;the chalet. but it was worth&lt;br /&gt;it lar. -pouts i miss the hugs!&lt;br /&gt;nooohh.. ok la, really lazy to&lt;br /&gt;blog. ciao!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741563-109958164131796393?l=laurafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/feeds/109958164131796393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741563&amp;postID=109958164131796393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/109958164131796393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/109958164131796393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/2004/11/lovelove.html' title='lovelove.'/><author><name>laurafied</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885971577587464429</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-7741563.post-109923550165785849</id><published>2004-10-31T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-31T23:13:06.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>miss jackson.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v260/daryl_laura/rotlmao.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LMAO!!!! got it from pao (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741563-109923550165785849?l=laurafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/feeds/109923550165785849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741563&amp;postID=109923550165785849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/109923550165785849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/109923550165785849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/2004/10/miss-jackson.html' title='miss jackson.'/><author><name>laurafied</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885971577587464429</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-7741563.post-109922931190571971</id><published>2004-10-31T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-31T21:28:31.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wastage.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;-sighs life's a bore. my sundays are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; wasted. always waking up in the afternoon and laze around waiting for something for me to do. but there is always nothing. okay, maybe its me and my excuses. but what to do? it is really really super uber boring at home. booyah! i spendt my entire day in front of this screen and the other-- my tv. i am so going to get fat with all the chocolate i am taking in. sheesh. so aniw, i realised that my cat is uber charming. as in handsome :D heh. and i am so going to turn les soon. bah (x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;chalet tmrw! eeekks &gt;.&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;and oh yes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;IVAN &gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;all the best and GOOD LUCK for your o levels cos i know you need it; badly! tell ya, think he hasn't studied at all for the paper man considering how many times he's been online and out. tskk. aniw, good luck to the other people revising too. god bless and sleep early (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741563-109922931190571971?l=laurafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/feeds/109922931190571971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741563&amp;postID=109922931190571971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/109922931190571971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/109922931190571971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/2004/10/wastage.html' title='wastage.'/><author><name>laurafied</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885971577587464429</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-7741563.post-109921308733979994</id><published>2004-10-31T17:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-31T21:29:58.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>messed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;ooohh. like finally i changed my blogskin. so so so much better then the previous one.. but as usual, i'm a com dumb so i'm messed up with all the thingys of blog. bah. whatever you call them la. but, eeekks &gt;.&lt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;someone help me!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;-faints haha. i'm so despotic. oh wells. i remembered i didn't blog about my results. it was below average as expected. what should i expect from not studying (x yupp, just glad that i hit my a1 for maths (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741563-109921308733979994?l=laurafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/feeds/109921308733979994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741563&amp;postID=109921308733979994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/109921308733979994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741563/posts/default/109921308733979994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurafied.blogspot.com/2004/10/messed.html' title='messed.'/><author><name>laurafied</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885971577587464429</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>
