<?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-1809000365927884695</id><updated>2011-10-24T03:01:27.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Go home it's over</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farewell-blackballoon.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1809000365927884695/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farewell-blackballoon.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>kaely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11725770205504647417</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>50</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1809000365927884695.post-7896145395345609754</id><published>2009-01-09T13:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T13:47:11.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Hello. So school ended at 12.15PM today- Rather early.&lt;br /&gt;Had an english test- and there'll be another one next week.&lt;br /&gt;I spent the past few hours looking for Colin's blog, Eric's blog, Joel's blog, Nicholas's blog, and all the other SL's blogs. I got a start from Cassandra's e-mail, *smile*. Homework's not yet completed, but I will complete it by Sunday- Promise. There's gonna be youth group tomorrow, but I'm not that keen on going- Don't know why, just don't feel like it. I might edit this post later, bye :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1809000365927884695-7896145395345609754?l=farewell-blackballoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farewell-blackballoon.blogspot.com/feeds/7896145395345609754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1809000365927884695&amp;postID=7896145395345609754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1809000365927884695/posts/default/7896145395345609754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1809000365927884695/posts/default/7896145395345609754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farewell-blackballoon.blogspot.com/2009/01/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>kaely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11725770205504647417</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-1809000365927884695.post-4400750865893656459</id><published>2009-01-06T19:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T19:23:56.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was awesome, as always. And I thank God for that. Heehee.&lt;br /&gt;Kelvin, Darren and Wen Zhi's still stalking me- Well at least, that's what I think since everyday during recess or lunch time, wherever I go, I always see the same people. And all 3 of them, just keep smiling/turning back to stare at me/talking about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I spent my whole hour on the swing during recess today. Oh wait, lunch too.&lt;br /&gt;When I turned back, I saw Wen Zhi- And his friend, Timothy. When I turned to the right, I saw Darren- Eating lomaikai again, and smiling at me. When I looked at the other swing right in front of the one I was on, I saw Kelvin and his clique, laughing and pointing at me. But Kelvin wasn't laughing at all- He looked kinda pissed actually. So I suppose his friends were making fun of me. It's just wierd that Samantha doesn't realise that they've been stalking us since the first day of school. She just goes, "OH LOOK THAT'S KELVIN! OMG HE'S SO HOT!!! OH AND DARREN TOO! OH AND MOSQUITO(Wen Zhi's nickname)". She's simply oblivious about what's going on. But still, spending time with Eric and Colin's kinda cool. Fyi, they're my mentors. I think it's because they're really mature, heehee. And now I feel safer 'cos Colin walks home with me everyday, so yea. Um, that's all. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1809000365927884695-4400750865893656459?l=farewell-blackballoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farewell-blackballoon.blogspot.com/feeds/4400750865893656459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1809000365927884695&amp;postID=4400750865893656459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1809000365927884695/posts/default/4400750865893656459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1809000365927884695/posts/default/4400750865893656459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farewell-blackballoon.blogspot.com/2009/01/today-was-awesome-as-always.html' title=''/><author><name>kaely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11725770205504647417</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-1809000365927884695.post-2452299161810113787</id><published>2009-01-03T18:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T19:08:50.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh, so some of you were asking me about my first day of school.&lt;br /&gt;Well, it was really awesome- Wicked awesome, to be honest.&lt;br /&gt;The best thing so far is that my school has a COFFEE VENDING MACHINE.&lt;br /&gt;Oh my, I love coffee. Oh, and the discipline in my school is hell strict.&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't want to go into details about it- It's hell scary. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, everyone in my class is wicked awesome too. &lt;br /&gt;Everyone's just so nice and sociable, and really funny too. But they're really quiet during class time- Reason is because the teachers are hell strict too.&lt;br /&gt;Strict- But funny. And I like it, 'cos there aren't any Ah Lians in my class at all.&lt;br /&gt;And recess lasts for 1 hour everyday except Fridays- How cool is that? Awesome, huh?&lt;br /&gt;And there are swings too. Really fun to play on, gee I can't wait to go back to school. And the student leaders aren't unfriendly like how I expected them to be. They're actually very nice, friendly and awesome people. Thank God, I LOVE SCHOOL.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, bad thing- We aren't allowed to bring our cell phones into the school. Booo.&lt;br /&gt;And there were 2 really weird but hot guys following Samantha (My new friend) and I during recess. One's Darren, the kid I met the first time I stepped into the school, also the very first person I made friends with in Xinmin. And the only person I talked to before I met Samantha. Darren kept smiling at us, staring at us and following us around during recess while he was eating his lomaikai. And another one's Kelvin- Samantha's crush. Kelvin kept hiding behind the bookshelves during recess and following us around the canteen. It was really awkward. Samantha, Kelvin and I met on the day we bought our school uniforms. Our parents kept talking to each other during that day while the three of us were smiling awkwardly at each other. And Kelvin reminds me of Joshua 'cos he's tanned and hot. And sporty. And has a nice smile. But Kelvin's much more sociable than Joshua. Besides, I like talking to Kelvin only because talking to him feels like I'm talking to someone I've known since God-knows-when. It's really cool. But I plan to focus on my studies, so yea. &lt;br /&gt;Bye :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1809000365927884695-2452299161810113787?l=farewell-blackballoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farewell-blackballoon.blogspot.com/feeds/2452299161810113787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1809000365927884695&amp;postID=2452299161810113787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1809000365927884695/posts/default/2452299161810113787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1809000365927884695/posts/default/2452299161810113787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farewell-blackballoon.blogspot.com/2009/01/oh-so-some-of-you-were-asking-me-about.html' title=''/><author><name>kaely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11725770205504647417</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-1809000365927884695.post-2957890866142186065</id><published>2009-01-02T16:27:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T17:14:43.861+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello little earthlings! Heehee. Well, as you all know, yesterday was my BIRTHDAY!&lt;br /&gt;Hurray, hurray, hurray, I'm _______. They say a picture speaks a thousand words :O. So Imma post some of the pictures taken from my birthday party (celebrated with my not-so-evil side of my family- With all the abcs), by the coolest photographer- My brother, Joshua Is So Not Hot*. Let's start with the food, shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ih8_SIFjklA/SV3SF6u9wEI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/rRUo61HqDMM/s1600-h/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ih8_SIFjklA/SV3SF6u9wEI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/rRUo61HqDMM/s400/10.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286612536710250562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ih8_SIFjklA/SV3SGFjhizI/AAAAAAAAAKA/lI_1Yn_TEaA/s1600-h/16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ih8_SIFjklA/SV3SGFjhizI/AAAAAAAAAKA/lI_1Yn_TEaA/s400/16.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286612539615054642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a wide variety of food. But the highlight of the day was the home-made pizza and turkey. From the top: The first photo shows us (Uncle Boon, Mom and I) preparing the pizza. And the second, the pizza :P. Okay, turkey's next!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ih8_SIFjklA/SV3TOpzfYQI/AAAAAAAAAKI/KYsfQHcsqPk/s1600-h/13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ih8_SIFjklA/SV3TOpzfYQI/AAAAAAAAAKI/KYsfQHcsqPk/s400/13.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286613786296279298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ih8_SIFjklA/SV3TOy_giMI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/1CIvu3I5U7g/s1600-h/14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ih8_SIFjklA/SV3TOy_giMI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/1CIvu3I5U7g/s400/14.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286613788762605762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ih8_SIFjklA/SV3TO69EK1I/AAAAAAAAAKY/c47AzGVb6ko/s1600-h/15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ih8_SIFjklA/SV3TO69EK1I/AAAAAAAAAKY/c47AzGVb6ko/s400/15.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286613790899841874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ih8_SIFjklA/SV3TPLf1gWI/AAAAAAAAAKg/8RWMfDpDlWM/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ih8_SIFjklA/SV3TPLf1gWI/AAAAAAAAAKg/8RWMfDpDlWM/s400/2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286613795340648802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the top: The first picture shows my dad, uncle boon and aunty charis cutting up the turkey. Kekekeke. The second picture's a close up of the first. The third picture shows me, salivating and waiting impatiently for the turkey :S. The fourth, me eating the turkey- Hey, it was awesome turkey :P Anyway, next!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ih8_SIFjklA/SV3VO7iQJuI/AAAAAAAAAKo/uavKrtmtWQw/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ih8_SIFjklA/SV3VO7iQJuI/AAAAAAAAAKo/uavKrtmtWQw/s400/4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286615990079071970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The younger version of Kaely HKL! Nah :S. It's Sarah, the little cutie I've been talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ih8_SIFjklA/SV3VhJe9B4I/AAAAAAAAAKw/ZLZyH-qD-rc/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ih8_SIFjklA/SV3VhJe9B4I/AAAAAAAAAKw/ZLZyH-qD-rc/s400/5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286616303060977538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ih8_SIFjklA/SV3WPwsd_1I/AAAAAAAAAK4/BPc6zF5_zAA/s1600-h/19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ih8_SIFjklA/SV3WPwsd_1I/AAAAAAAAAK4/BPc6zF5_zAA/s400/19.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286617103860629330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaron, heehee. I despise his dad, I love him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ih8_SIFjklA/SV3Wd67Cg3I/AAAAAAAAALA/V_ariL3t6y8/s1600-h/20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ih8_SIFjklA/SV3Wd67Cg3I/AAAAAAAAALA/V_ariL3t6y8/s400/20.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286617347124265842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left: Aaron's dad. Right: The most generous and loving uncle in the universe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ih8_SIFjklA/SV3XUIBOlWI/AAAAAAAAALI/2--GnLnQti8/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ih8_SIFjklA/SV3XUIBOlWI/AAAAAAAAALI/2--GnLnQti8/s400/3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286618278352819554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, feeding Jimmy. Oh yea, there's a story behind how I ended up feeding him. Well, it's more of a conversation. I'll type it out anyways. So aunty Charis, also Jimmy's mom, got pissed 'cos Jimmy refused to eat. So... I volunteered to help. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaely: You know what? Why don't I feed Jimmy instead?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunty Charis: Okay, sure. Oh thank you, Kaely. *Walk away*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jimmy: *Stare at Kaely* I don't need you to feed me! I'm 6, I can feed myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaely: *Stares back at JImmy* You sure? Oh, boy, then go ahead and feed yourself. *Passes plate to Jimmy*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jimmy: KAELY! COME BACK! COME BACK HERE AND FEED ME, I'M STARVING! *frowns*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found it kinda cute. Don't you? Gee, talk about being 6 :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ih8_SIFjklA/SV3YxxaAY2I/AAAAAAAAALQ/xkKh_S2dlzw/s1600-h/17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ih8_SIFjklA/SV3YxxaAY2I/AAAAAAAAALQ/xkKh_S2dlzw/s400/17.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286619887190434658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul, eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ih8_SIFjklA/SV3ZJH0ySPI/AAAAAAAAALg/fdmoAO_w6JY/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ih8_SIFjklA/SV3ZJH0ySPI/AAAAAAAAALg/fdmoAO_w6JY/s400/7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286620288345327858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ih8_SIFjklA/SV3ZJA4U-5I/AAAAAAAAALY/c1bpH3xt8sM/s1600-h/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ih8_SIFjklA/SV3ZJA4U-5I/AAAAAAAAALY/c1bpH3xt8sM/s400/8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286620286481136530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the top: My brother with Aunty Charis. Me with Aunty Charis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ih8_SIFjklA/SV3ZokBiO9I/AAAAAAAAAL4/ROcztbyp9Q0/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ih8_SIFjklA/SV3ZokBiO9I/AAAAAAAAAL4/ROcztbyp9Q0/s400/6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286620828490939346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, on the way to the party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ih8_SIFjklA/SV3ZofoJA6I/AAAAAAAAALw/MPq6wegb3tE/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ih8_SIFjklA/SV3ZofoJA6I/AAAAAAAAALw/MPq6wegb3tE/s400/1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286620827310687138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, "gliding" down the staircase&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ih8_SIFjklA/SV3ZofVUo4I/AAAAAAAAALo/Zrat9zR1pwk/s1600-h/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ih8_SIFjklA/SV3ZofVUo4I/AAAAAAAAALo/Zrat9zR1pwk/s400/11.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286620827231757186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, with the urge to scratch my Aunt's car 'cos it knocked down my $300 bike last week- Leaving it screwed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I love you too Alfreda. KTHXBAIIIIIIIIII!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1809000365927884695-2957890866142186065?l=farewell-blackballoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farewell-blackballoon.blogspot.com/feeds/2957890866142186065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1809000365927884695&amp;postID=2957890866142186065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1809000365927884695/posts/default/2957890866142186065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1809000365927884695/posts/default/2957890866142186065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farewell-blackballoon.blogspot.com/2009/01/hello-little-earthlings-heehee.html' title=''/><author><name>kaely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11725770205504647417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ih8_SIFjklA/SV3SF6u9wEI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/rRUo61HqDMM/s72-c/10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1809000365927884695.post-3940122716034129393</id><published>2008-12-31T13:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T14:13:57.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ih8_SIFjklA/SVsMx8CemRI/AAAAAAAAAJw/k50yMtRsB4Q/s1600-h/chilled4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 203px; height: 129px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ih8_SIFjklA/SVsMx8CemRI/AAAAAAAAAJw/k50yMtRsB4Q/s400/chilled4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285832639719053586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"There's nothing wrong with staying home, as long as you've got your radio".&lt;br /&gt;I'm at home. With my radio, playing oh so crappy songs. Feeling really bored. Waiting for Alfreda to get online, and for her to answer my calls- But to no avail. Therefore the conclusion- I'm lonely too. Oh, and I'm devouring on M&amp;Ms too. Boo, I've just finished my last one. I'm not grounded, if that's what you're thinking. It's just that I've misplaced my damn key, you see. So I had instant noodles for lunch instead. Oh, did I tell you? I look like poo in my new school uniform. Really nerdy. 'Cos the skirt's just, too high. Like, at my waist. And the shirt's too big. Boo. Hoo. I'm drooling over Taylor Lautner's photo now. I really don't mind being locked up at home with him. At least I could like, hug him or something. If only there were such a thing as a mega-sized Taylor Lautner action figure/doll/plushie toy. I'd hug him for as long as I can, and I doubt I'd ever let go unless he tells me to. :(. Alfreda's grounded, as far as I know. Boo. Hoo. It's my birthday tomorrow. Shouldn't I be happy?. Gee, boy am I happy for &lt;b&gt;myself&lt;/b&gt;. But how could I be happy when Alfreda's grounded? I'd be a jerk for doing that. Anyway, I've placed an order for my chocolate banana espresso and walnut flavoured Cedele cake (As shwon in the picture above- Creds go to Cedele's website) for my birthday party tomorrow. My 12th birthday. With my family. :(. I've never celebrated my birthday with my friends before. And I really wanna do that for my 12th, but my mom wouldn't give in to me. :( ANSWER MY CALL, ALFREDA. SOS! &lt;br /&gt;Not that important, I'm just lonely :( I miss you too. And I love you, xx. Bye&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1809000365927884695-3940122716034129393?l=farewell-blackballoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farewell-blackballoon.blogspot.com/feeds/3940122716034129393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1809000365927884695&amp;postID=3940122716034129393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1809000365927884695/posts/default/3940122716034129393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1809000365927884695/posts/default/3940122716034129393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farewell-blackballoon.blogspot.com/2008/12/theres-nothing-wrong-with-staying-home.html' title=''/><author><name>kaely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11725770205504647417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ih8_SIFjklA/SVsMx8CemRI/AAAAAAAAAJw/k50yMtRsB4Q/s72-c/chilled4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1809000365927884695.post-2055358352041738028</id><published>2008-12-26T11:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T11:08:45.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMYGAWSHNESS! Threadless tees for just $5!?&lt;br /&gt;Yay threadless! Oh, and a blessed christmas to you too.&lt;br /&gt;And specially for the birthday boy, Zachery, HAPPY BIRTHDAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1809000365927884695-2055358352041738028?l=farewell-blackballoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farewell-blackballoon.blogspot.com/feeds/2055358352041738028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1809000365927884695&amp;postID=2055358352041738028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1809000365927884695/posts/default/2055358352041738028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1809000365927884695/posts/default/2055358352041738028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farewell-blackballoon.blogspot.com/2008/12/omygawshness-threadless-tees-for-just-5.html' title=''/><author><name>kaely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11725770205504647417</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-1809000365927884695.post-1370856946070326614</id><published>2008-12-22T13:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T13:22:56.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Right, regarding the video in the previous post- I guess it was removed or something, I don't know and I can't be bothered to find out. Anyway, my church had this christmas bash on Saturday and it was really awesome. I really liked Lao fu zhi and autobot, and the part where there was this game called 'Don't Forget The Lyrics'.&lt;br /&gt;It was really cute at some parts, too bad I didn't take any pictures. Neither did my brother. Anyhoo, I was really annoyed by the fact that I was sitting next to 2 highly-enthusiastic and participating &lt;s&gt;guys&lt;/s&gt; boys. I mean, Keith kept shaking the chair and screaming loudly till almost everyone who heard him diverted their attention to him, and then to his other friend, and then me. Gah, it's complicated. And I had to leave after the praise and worship 'cos I had a family gathering after that. Tried to leave unnoticed, tried to keep a low-profile, but failed. I felt really awkward after that. :S Anyway, that's all. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1809000365927884695-1370856946070326614?l=farewell-blackballoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farewell-blackballoon.blogspot.com/feeds/1370856946070326614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1809000365927884695&amp;postID=1370856946070326614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1809000365927884695/posts/default/1370856946070326614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1809000365927884695/posts/default/1370856946070326614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farewell-blackballoon.blogspot.com/2008/12/right-regarding-video-in-previous-post.html' title=''/><author><name>kaely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11725770205504647417</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-1809000365927884695.post-2080541712903410655</id><published>2008-12-19T11:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T12:05:05.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1h5UBeQcgjs&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1h5UBeQcgjs&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old people rapping in church. Thoughts?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1809000365927884695-2080541712903410655?l=farewell-blackballoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farewell-blackballoon.blogspot.com/feeds/2080541712903410655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1809000365927884695&amp;postID=2080541712903410655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1809000365927884695/posts/default/2080541712903410655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1809000365927884695/posts/default/2080541712903410655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farewell-blackballoon.blogspot.com/2008/12/old-people-rapping-in-church-ok-wow.html' title=''/><author><name>kaely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11725770205504647417</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-1809000365927884695.post-7454463605511966015</id><published>2008-12-18T17:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T18:07:07.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;While adults are protesting against the financial crisis/lehman brothers/whatever,&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking of protesting against Ah Lians. Someone pick a date, we'll do it one day at the Hong Lim Park. We are family, I got all my anti-lians and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, that is my top priority. After reading what Wikipedia has specifically stated in their website about &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ah_Lian"&gt;Ah Lians&lt;/a&gt;, I feel terribly insulted to the extent of wanting to protest against them.&lt;br /&gt;Now this is why I feel insulted- "Ah Lian is a &lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/pejorative"&gt;pejorative&lt;/a&gt;* term commonly given to a certain group of young &lt;u&gt;Chinese girls&lt;/u&gt; in Southeast Asia, especially &lt;u&gt;Singapore&lt;/u&gt; and Malaysia." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However I completely agree with Wikipedia that Lians are &lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/bimbo"&gt;bimbos&lt;/a&gt;*, and that Lians are &lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/stereotyped"&gt;stereotyped&lt;/a&gt;* as &lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/anti-intellectual"&gt;anti-intellectual&lt;/a&gt;*, &lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/superficial"&gt;superficial&lt;/a&gt;*, &lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/materialistic"&gt;materialistic&lt;/a&gt;*, and &lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/shallow"&gt;shallow&lt;/a&gt;*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, my hatred doesn't end here. I'm also unhappy with the Ah Bengs. In my opinion, ah bengs are simply barbarous and stupid. They can't even speak proper english. Gee, I feel sorry for their parents. Really really sorry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Lians = Bitch whore.&lt;br /&gt;Ah Bengs = Effeminates!!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;*Word has been linked to an online dictionary website for your convenience :)&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/1809000365927884695-7454463605511966015?l=farewell-blackballoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farewell-blackballoon.blogspot.com/feeds/7454463605511966015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1809000365927884695&amp;postID=7454463605511966015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1809000365927884695/posts/default/7454463605511966015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1809000365927884695/posts/default/7454463605511966015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farewell-blackballoon.blogspot.com/2008/12/while-adults-are-protesting-against.html' title=''/><author><name>kaely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11725770205504647417</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-1809000365927884695.post-9064374215240446005</id><published>2008-12-18T15:34:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T18:11:15.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ih8_SIFjklA/SUn_DKEptwI/AAAAAAAAAIg/8f83uZuZhjY/s1600-h/Hannah%27s+drawings+14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 93px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ih8_SIFjklA/SUn_DKEptwI/AAAAAAAAAIg/8f83uZuZhjY/s400/Hannah%27s+drawings+14.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281032467777173250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alfreda the rabbit, Hannah the penguin and I, the squirrel (Cat look alike)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ih8_SIFjklA/SUn-fm3ESMI/AAAAAAAAAIY/dPa_rY-uDOI/s1600-h/Hannah%27s+drawings+11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 167px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ih8_SIFjklA/SUn-fm3ESMI/AAAAAAAAAIY/dPa_rY-uDOI/s400/Hannah%27s+drawings+11.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281031857029531842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ih8_SIFjklA/SUn-fSoJJSI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/AJxzjdwOxhk/s1600-h/Hannah%27s+drawings+7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 238px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ih8_SIFjklA/SUn-fSoJJSI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/AJxzjdwOxhk/s400/Hannah%27s+drawings+7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281031851598226722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HANNAH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ih8_SIFjklA/SUn-ffc1DtI/AAAAAAAAAII/Z6nQZvxHSiE/s1600-h/Hannah%27s+drawings+9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ih8_SIFjklA/SUn-ffc1DtI/AAAAAAAAAII/Z6nQZvxHSiE/s400/Hannah%27s+drawings+9.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281031855040433874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALFREDA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ih8_SIFjklA/SUoALZoKWlI/AAAAAAAAAIo/_V7M8HrNtHg/s1600-h/Hannah%27s+drawings+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 272px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ih8_SIFjklA/SUoALZoKWlI/AAAAAAAAAIo/_V7M8HrNtHg/s400/Hannah%27s+drawings+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281033708903225938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KAELY IS SUPA SMEXY!!! ALFREDA AND HANNAH ARE SUPA SMEXY TOO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ih8_SIFjklA/SUoAdx_Ce2I/AAAAAAAAAIw/9ZylOFBRfyY/s1600-h/Hannah%27s+drawings+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 235px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ih8_SIFjklA/SUoAdx_Ce2I/AAAAAAAAAIw/9ZylOFBRfyY/s400/Hannah%27s+drawings+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281034024679275362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name is Kaely smexy beautiful pretty hoong kai li. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ih8_SIFjklA/SUoArwEcqvI/AAAAAAAAAI4/hmNh5j5HeVg/s1600-h/Hannah%27s+drawings+12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 208px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ih8_SIFjklA/SUoArwEcqvI/AAAAAAAAAI4/hmNh5j5HeVg/s400/Hannah%27s+drawings+12.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281034264683260658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm smexy, and I have a $1000000 smile. YOU TOO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ih8_SIFjklA/SUoCL3jQg6I/AAAAAAAAAJA/TOO9qhS7p1o/s1600-h/Hannah%27s+drawings+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 233px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ih8_SIFjklA/SUoCL3jQg6I/AAAAAAAAAJA/TOO9qhS7p1o/s400/Hannah%27s+drawings+4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281035915958977442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cookie Monester, adorable!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ih8_SIFjklA/SUoCZlAppbI/AAAAAAAAAJI/jIHz4AgeLcs/s1600-h/Hannah%27s+drawings+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 174px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ih8_SIFjklA/SUoCZlAppbI/AAAAAAAAAJI/jIHz4AgeLcs/s400/Hannah%27s+drawings+3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281036151500154290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALMUSHDAZ! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ih8_SIFjklA/SUoDJmLxVGI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/kdvZKNgUEfE/s1600-h/Hannah%27s+drawings+13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 255px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ih8_SIFjklA/SUoDJmLxVGI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/kdvZKNgUEfE/s400/Hannah%27s+drawings+13.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281036976448951394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spin the bottle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ih8_SIFjklA/SUoDfyrVILI/AAAAAAAAAJY/kAqHxfNCO6o/s1600-h/Hannah%27s+drawings+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 157px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ih8_SIFjklA/SUoDfyrVILI/AAAAAAAAAJY/kAqHxfNCO6o/s400/Hannah%27s+drawings+5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281037357759668402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hannah, Alfreda and Kaely have beautiful smiles :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ih8_SIFjklA/SUoDrK2tMrI/AAAAAAAAAJg/6hct0qS4YOY/s1600-h/Hannah%27s+drawings+8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 198px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ih8_SIFjklA/SUoDrK2tMrI/AAAAAAAAAJg/6hct0qS4YOY/s400/Hannah%27s+drawings+8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281037553228395186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My. Personal. Favourite. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Hannah drew everything. Isn't she adorable :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ih8_SIFjklA/SUoFBLRB2II/AAAAAAAAAJo/Ay-O7APksSE/s1600-h/Hannah%27s+drawings+10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 220px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ih8_SIFjklA/SUoFBLRB2II/AAAAAAAAAJo/Ay-O7APksSE/s400/Hannah%27s+drawings+10.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281039030807550082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, d'ya think I'm shy???????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1809000365927884695-9064374215240446005?l=farewell-blackballoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farewell-blackballoon.blogspot.com/feeds/9064374215240446005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1809000365927884695&amp;postID=9064374215240446005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1809000365927884695/posts/default/9064374215240446005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1809000365927884695/posts/default/9064374215240446005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farewell-blackballoon.blogspot.com/2008/12/alfreda-hannah-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>kaely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11725770205504647417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ih8_SIFjklA/SUn_DKEptwI/AAAAAAAAAIg/8f83uZuZhjY/s72-c/Hannah%27s+drawings+14.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1809000365927884695.post-1511729410790246329</id><published>2008-12-18T10:03:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T10:44:49.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Hi. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yesterday was really awesome. Really really awesome.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, right. My church had this event yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;And it was really cool, 'cos we got to play all the latest games. (Wii, Guitar Hero II, etc.)&lt;br /&gt;And the boys were really cute, 'cos they were somewhat chubby, so when they smiled it was just totally adorable. Alfreda, Ruth, Doreen and 4 other boys were in my team, and praise and worship was really awesome too. By the way, in my opinion, the drummer was so _____________________.  Heeeeeheeee.&lt;br /&gt;And in the end Pastor Benjamin shared with us about the internet and stuff like that (Basically pornography and addiction). It was really funny so Alfreda and I couldn't stop giggling. Apparently, I'm a cyber addict 'cos according to Pastor Benjamin, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm a cyber addict if...&lt;br /&gt;Going online is my top priority&lt;br /&gt;If I spend more than 4 hours everyday on the internet.&lt;br /&gt;If I spend so much time on the internet that I am unable to spend time with my family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;If my vision in my life becomes mirky. (Unable to see the difference between fantasy and reality)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If I neglect my homework. &lt;/strong&gt; If I play truancy.&lt;/strong&gt; If I Miss meals.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;So yes, I'm a cyber addict. By the way, are you?&lt;br /&gt;Something that Pastor Benjamin shared with the church yesterday really caught my attention. &lt;br /&gt;Basically because it's simple yet meaningful and powerful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favour &lt;strong&gt;provides&lt;/strong&gt;, wisdom &lt;strong&gt;protects&lt;/strong&gt;, stature &lt;strong&gt;portrays Jesus&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And I've also learned that wisdom gives us the ability to do the &lt;strong&gt;right thing &lt;/strong&gt;at the &lt;strong&gt;right time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Anyhow, I'm glad that I have a God to help me and set me free when I am circum or addicted to sin.&lt;br /&gt;(Amen). I've also learnt that sin always brings us further than we want to go. &lt;br /&gt;So whatever it is, do not allow sinful things to oppress you. (Amen).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, there'll be a christmas bash this Saturday, so if you're interested, you can contact me for more information regarding the christmas bash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                        &lt;center&gt;                      &lt;span style="font-size:200%;"&gt;I'M COOOOOOOOOOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                          You tooooooo!  &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1809000365927884695-1511729410790246329?l=farewell-blackballoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farewell-blackballoon.blogspot.com/feeds/1511729410790246329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1809000365927884695&amp;postID=1511729410790246329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1809000365927884695/posts/default/1511729410790246329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1809000365927884695/posts/default/1511729410790246329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farewell-blackballoon.blogspot.com/2008/12/hi.html' title=''/><author><name>kaely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11725770205504647417</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-1809000365927884695.post-4649588782286626990</id><published>2008-12-15T11:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T12:30:15.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Oh, Christmas's 'round the corner! :) I'm so excited, really.I can't wait to recieve all the presents, hugs and kisses. And I'll have more presents since my birthday's 'round the corner too. Omg omg omg omg omg omg omg omg omg. I made my wishlist last night by the way :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Stephenie Meyer- Eclipse (Book)&lt;br /&gt;Stephenie Meyer- Breaking Dawn (Book)&lt;br /&gt;Stephenie Meyer- Prom Nights From Hell (Book)&lt;br /&gt;Stephenie Meyer- The Host (Book)&lt;br /&gt;MUSE- Origin Of Symmetry (Album)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUSE- Absolution (Album)&lt;br /&gt;MUSE- Black Holes &amp;amp; Revelations (Album)&lt;br /&gt;Romeo And Juliet (Book)&lt;br /&gt;Anything that can miraculously get rid of my zits asap (Pimples)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/I%20WANT%20IT%20ALL"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go now, toodles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1809000365927884695-4649588782286626990?l=farewell-blackballoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farewell-blackballoon.blogspot.com/feeds/4649588782286626990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1809000365927884695&amp;postID=4649588782286626990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1809000365927884695/posts/default/4649588782286626990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1809000365927884695/posts/default/4649588782286626990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farewell-blackballoon.blogspot.com/2008/12/oh-christmass-round-corner-im-so.html' title=''/><author><name>kaely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11725770205504647417</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-1809000365927884695.post-232044607747686399</id><published>2008-11-30T08:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T09:14:18.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;s&gt;I'm annoyed by the fact that today will be the last Gems service.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That sentence doesn't make any sense to me. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm annoyed by the fact that I'm missing the last Gems service.&lt;br /&gt;Nope, not just that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annoyed by the fact that I'm not in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;S'pore&lt;/span&gt; to witness the truth&lt;br /&gt;(Whether Jolene's really boy-crazy over Joshua like I am, and is willing to war with me)&lt;br /&gt;Annoyed by the fact that it's been three weeks since I last saw Alfreda's oh so pretty face and Hannah's gorgeous smile.&lt;br /&gt;Annoyed by the fact that after 6 weeks of desperate crushing (Staring, smiling, being cheeky and acting cute- which didn't work for me), my knight in shining armor&lt;br /&gt;(Joshua) still doesn't know that I've been crushing on him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH WAIT, HE DOES. And all the credit goes to Mr. Zachery- &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt;! (NOT)&lt;br /&gt;And guess what Joshua did when he found out- He looked away and tried not to smile.&lt;br /&gt;What's the hell is that- A yes, or a no? OH MY *(%@&amp;amp;($*&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In an hour's time, it's no doubt that I'll be rolling about on my bed, repeating over and over again, "I wanna go home, I wanna go home, I wanna go home, this stinks"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holiday stinks. I'm away from my friends, away from my daddy, away from Hannah &amp;amp; Alfreda, away from Jo&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;shua&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alfreda's feeling down, yet I'm not there to comfort her. I'm such a beast.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like slapping Jolene really hard. I'm not backing away anymore you bitch.&lt;br /&gt;I can't back off &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; there's competition. I gave myself some time to think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;thoroughly&lt;/span&gt; last night, and this time; I'm putting myself &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;in front&lt;/span&gt; of my "opponent".&lt;br /&gt;Alfreda, cheer up honey :)&lt;br /&gt;Hannah, I miss you much too :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1809000365927884695-232044607747686399?l=farewell-blackballoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farewell-blackballoon.blogspot.com/feeds/232044607747686399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1809000365927884695&amp;postID=232044607747686399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1809000365927884695/posts/default/232044607747686399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1809000365927884695/posts/default/232044607747686399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farewell-blackballoon.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-annoyed-by-fact-that-today-will-be.html' title=''/><author><name>kaely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11725770205504647417</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-1809000365927884695.post-2004318216465973892</id><published>2008-11-28T03:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T03:09:19.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>NYC's awesome, can't explain it in words.&lt;br /&gt;Biking was awesome. I shouted 2 things while speeding down the slope of Brooklyn Bridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I LOVE YOU ALFREDA!&lt;br /&gt;2) SREW YOU FOR BEING SO HANDSOME JOSHUA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, happy thanksgiving.&lt;br /&gt;My cousin Jimmy's just so adorable. He had his "wife", Henna sleep over last night.&lt;br /&gt;I felt envious when Jimmy went on his knees to declare his love for Henna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jimmy: Henna, I love you. Would you please marry me when we grow up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion: Henna rejected him, Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jimmy's 5, btw.&lt;br /&gt;But oh my, how sweet. No-one's ever said those words to me before.&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly, all the Ah Lians from school have graduated. (Like, from K1 to P2)&lt;br /&gt;I mean, look at their english. Their vocab's so "unlimited". Ah Lians, I'm happy for you!&lt;br /&gt;Going for tg dinner now, bye :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1809000365927884695-2004318216465973892?l=farewell-blackballoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farewell-blackballoon.blogspot.com/feeds/2004318216465973892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1809000365927884695&amp;postID=2004318216465973892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1809000365927884695/posts/default/2004318216465973892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1809000365927884695/posts/default/2004318216465973892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farewell-blackballoon.blogspot.com/2008/11/nycs-awesome-cant-explain-it-in-words.html' title=''/><author><name>kaely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11725770205504647417</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-1809000365927884695.post-7526183151700885865</id><published>2008-10-28T10:55:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T11:35:15.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Yes, I did skip school today. So enough of the lecturing and nagging already!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Went to the Singapore Zoo yesterday. Rather interesting, to be honest.&lt;br /&gt;I was with Stephen and his family. Stephen's my cousin, by the way.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I had fun of course, 'else I wouldn't be talking about it. There was only 1 reason why I was willing to go to the Zoo, by the way. Which is, of course- To completely forget one thing: Joshua.&lt;br /&gt;I almost did till we reached the Kid's Playground (It's somewhere in the Zoo, you bastards)&lt;br /&gt;I heart the name Joshua everywhere I went. At least 10 encounters or more. But I'll simply list the ones I can remember 'cos after the tenth, I covered my ears with the ear muffs I bought from the souvenir shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;1) A father looking for his child went, "Honey, where's Joshua?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;2) A little brother at the playground wanted his older brother's help. So he went, "Joshua, I need help!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;3) At the toilet, a mother was reprimanding her child 'cos of God-knows-what. So, she went,&lt;br /&gt;    "Joshua, I know you've....(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;blablablablabla&lt;/span&gt;)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;4) While purchasing some pasta from the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Pastafari&lt;/span&gt; or whatever the name of that shop is, (The shop of the name        has a "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;afari&lt;/span&gt;" behind) the shop assistant needed help from the other shop assistant 'cos the cashier was faulty. &lt;br /&gt;    So the shop assistant who needed help went, "Joshua, come here &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;leh&lt;/span&gt;. The machine got problem &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;leh&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;5) Stephen and I were walking  to the toilet when Stephen's friend  called  him on the phone. So Stephen went, &lt;br /&gt;    "Oh, hi Joshua. Yea yea (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Blablablabla&lt;/span&gt;)"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;6)  At the entrance of the toilet, there was a marking that read, "Joshua was HERE!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) In &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;KFC&lt;/span&gt;, while we were having  lunch, a kid banged into me while running 'round the fast food restaurant. His         mother, upon witnessing the incident, came up to me and apologized, saying, "Sorry ah, my son Joshua very         naughty one. Sorry sorry"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;8) While boarding the ferry, Uncle Hoe (Yes, his real name. Not the vulgarity you ho) shared with us about the         character Joshua from the Bible.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I wanted to scream out loud, but I didn't 'cos I didn't want to scare the little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;fishies&lt;/span&gt; away. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Hehe&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, that's all I can recall. Oh, yes. I got really angry too when the tour guide told us about the baby Kangaroo named Joey. I swore vulgarities at the Kangaroo and felt much better after that. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Hehe&lt;/span&gt;. So that's all. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, bye!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1809000365927884695-7526183151700885865?l=farewell-blackballoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farewell-blackballoon.blogspot.com/feeds/7526183151700885865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1809000365927884695&amp;postID=7526183151700885865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1809000365927884695/posts/default/7526183151700885865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1809000365927884695/posts/default/7526183151700885865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farewell-blackballoon.blogspot.com/2008/10/yes-i-did-skip-school-today.html' title=''/><author><name>kaely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11725770205504647417</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-1809000365927884695.post-2788623151925513499</id><published>2008-10-20T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T23:11:00.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I really miss Hannah and Alfreda now. Alfreda especially, because she's hardly online, unlike Hannah. 'Cos Hannah's often online in webmessenger and in Habbo, so once in a while, I get to talk to Hannah and tell her about my problems. Get what I mean? Whenever I run into crushes or any BGR (Boy-girl relationship) problems, I'd find no inconvenience when confiding in them.  But  now that I'm experiencing one, I can't call Hannah because I don't have her number. And  I can't call Alfreda 'cos I always end up calling her at the wrong time of the day. I 'd either wake her up in the morning, or bother her in the afternoon when she's busy, or when she's about to head down to her dining table for her lunch or dinner. I can't confide in my brother because he'd slap me hard on the face and remind me that I'm only 11, and tell me that he's really disappointed in me. I can't confide in my mom too because I remember that I once promised her not to date till I'm 18. My father's not an exception too because he's rather strict. He'd forbid me from attending Sunday school services and he'd lock me up in my room. It'd be no difference from living a life in jail if I choose to confide in my father. I've tried it with God, to be honest. And I do feel better. But the problem is that there isn't any response at all. Even if there was, it'd be my imagination. And I'd imagine God saying, "Kaely, go for it! You like him! Go for it! You go girl!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't have an adult as a friend except for... teacher Vincent.&lt;br /&gt;Should I confide in him? Should I call him? Maybe not. He'd call my mother.&lt;br /&gt;Now I ask myself- Why am I exaggerating?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm a girl. I'm behaving like one, aren't I? Because it's my first time being so engrossed with a guy. So I'm being all paranoid because it feels great yet it makes me feel rather guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ih8_SIFjklA/SPyaToLgPoI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/hUSd-e5hYYc/s1600-h/new_york_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ih8_SIFjklA/SPyaToLgPoI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/hUSd-e5hYYc/s320/new_york_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259248126855757442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the only thing that can cheer me up now. New York City- 12 December 2008. Come to mama. Maybe I can confide in Aunt Charis if my strong liking for him doesn't fade away by then. I love NY! For tomorrow's post, I'd refrain from talking about the whole BGR thing. I'll talk about what I wish to do when I arrive in NYC.&lt;br /&gt;Till then, toodles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1809000365927884695-2788623151925513499?l=farewell-blackballoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farewell-blackballoon.blogspot.com/feeds/2788623151925513499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1809000365927884695&amp;postID=2788623151925513499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1809000365927884695/posts/default/2788623151925513499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1809000365927884695/posts/default/2788623151925513499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farewell-blackballoon.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-really-miss-hannah-and-alfreda-now.html' title=''/><author><name>kaely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11725770205504647417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ih8_SIFjklA/SPyaToLgPoI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/hUSd-e5hYYc/s72-c/new_york_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1809000365927884695.post-2316210111919462636</id><published>2008-10-19T17:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T18:02:51.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I seriously need someone to confide in.&lt;br /&gt;Preferably, an adult, or a &lt;s&gt;kid&lt;/s&gt; youth with a high level of maturity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hormones are going wild. Very, very wild.&lt;br /&gt;I see any good-looking guy, and deep down inside I go, "He's so hot! *Smile dreamily*"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to tell myself that whatever I'm experiencing now, it's only a strong liking and that he's simply my eye candy (Just like what Alfreda said).&lt;br /&gt;But I can't. I can't stop myself from looking at him during service&lt;br /&gt;(By the way, I'm trying to refrain from looking at him all the time)&lt;br /&gt;Also, I couldn't make it too obvious because I was with Jolene. And if Jolene knows, she'll screw the whole thing and start telling everyone about my strong liking. Precisely why I say Jolene's a complete kid who doesn't think much before responding. Immature, but quite cute at times, to be honest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I thought was that he was simply my strong liking. But that was when I was instructed to distribute the Holy Communion. I had to pass the damn drink to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told myself, "Take it easy, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kaely&lt;/span&gt;. It's just a drink. Pass it to him and get lost, 'else.. I'm an ass"&lt;br /&gt;But no, I couldn't. When I was next to him, my heart kept beating at a really, really fast rate.&lt;br /&gt;Faster, faster, faster, faster, faster, faster, *Out of control*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to scream out loud. Really loud. Really, really loud.&lt;br /&gt;But I couldn't, like&lt;em&gt; duh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I can't take my eyes off him. I feel like a desperate whore. I can't stop thinking of his shirtless photo. I'm going to drool anytime. And I had to force a smile in front of Jolene after service and start acting like a bitch. *grumble*&lt;/p&gt;When I got home from church, I tried means and ways to forget everything.&lt;br /&gt;I can't use my examinations as an excuse to stop myself 'cos it's quite clear to me that my examinations are O-V-E-R. I buried my face into my pillow and tried to make myself sleep.&lt;br /&gt;But again, I couldn't. So here I am, venting my &lt;s&gt;anger&lt;/s&gt; on my blog, again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two sentences from the lyrics of a song entitled- Crush (The song I'm really into now) sung by David Archuleta reminds me of the situation now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cause the possibility, that you would ever feel the same way &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;about me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why do I keep running from the truth? All I ever think about is&lt;br /&gt;you. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You got me hypnotized, so mesmerized&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1809000365927884695-2316210111919462636?l=farewell-blackballoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farewell-blackballoon.blogspot.com/feeds/2316210111919462636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1809000365927884695&amp;postID=2316210111919462636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1809000365927884695/posts/default/2316210111919462636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1809000365927884695/posts/default/2316210111919462636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farewell-blackballoon.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-seriously-need-someone-to-confide-in.html' title=''/><author><name>kaely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11725770205504647417</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-1809000365927884695.post-4330774443033062140</id><published>2008-10-18T13:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T13:43:01.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Stupid Cupid, You Shot Me Too Hard.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check the time, it's 11.11am / 11.11pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Someone's&lt;/span&gt; thinking of you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn on the radio, it's David &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Archuleta&lt;/span&gt;, singing Crush&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh my God!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying not to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;superstitious&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just so into Korean dramas, I'm even starting to believe in all the crappy sayings&lt;br /&gt;Boredom. What to do? Math sums? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;GNO&lt;/span&gt; WAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Apparently, I'm in love with this album:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Disney's Greatest Love Songs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many things have happened lately. Unfortunate happenings, to be honest.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not going to care much, I choose to live the happy life.&lt;br /&gt;I change for no-one, I live for myself.&lt;br /&gt;You left me insulting offline messages. However, I didn't care a straw.&lt;br /&gt;You spread plain rumours about me, I choose not to be bothered by your nonsensical &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;spouting&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been spending plenty of time with God lately. And I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;lovin&lt;/span&gt;' it.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a Christian, you assholes. Go laugh at me. Whatever it is, I'm proud of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very, very proud.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1809000365927884695-4330774443033062140?l=farewell-blackballoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farewell-blackballoon.blogspot.com/feeds/4330774443033062140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1809000365927884695&amp;postID=4330774443033062140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1809000365927884695/posts/default/4330774443033062140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1809000365927884695/posts/default/4330774443033062140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farewell-blackballoon.blogspot.com/2008/10/stupid-cupid-you-shot-me-too-hard.html' title=''/><author><name>kaely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11725770205504647417</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-1809000365927884695.post-1534040253169538650</id><published>2008-10-11T21:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T11:35:12.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today- The best day of my entire life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?- you ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I had fun today. Staring. At. A. Guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Laugh* I don't know, but I think I'm getting obsessed. I hate to go back on my promise, Alfreda. &lt;strong&gt;But I really like him :(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he's good looking and sporty, don't you agree? By the way, he's a really hot beach boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really. Really. Hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Alfreda thought that Joshua was hot too. And gradually, I followed suit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Alfreda made him notice me. *Shrug*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the moment Alfreda actually hated him was when she saw something she shouldn't have seen and started going, "OMG MY EYES!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Joshua was like, "Maybe she got cock eye, HAHAHAHAHA"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Alfreda got mad. And I was sandwhiched between the both of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was rather obvious that Alfreda meant much more to me as compared to Mr. Hotty, so I chose to stand up for Alfreda and relunctantly "told him off".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to see him tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, he's only my eyecandy. That's all. No chemistry between us flowing though Alfreda thinks he's got a crush on me too 'cos his eyes were fixed on me after I took a shower and I was all wet. And according to Alfreda, I was "sexy" after the shower. Ew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I. Have. A. Crush. On. Joshua. Chia. Omg&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1809000365927884695-1534040253169538650?l=farewell-blackballoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farewell-blackballoon.blogspot.com/feeds/1534040253169538650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1809000365927884695&amp;postID=1534040253169538650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1809000365927884695/posts/default/1534040253169538650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1809000365927884695/posts/default/1534040253169538650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farewell-blackballoon.blogspot.com/2008/10/today-best-day-of-my-entire-life.html' title=''/><author><name>kaely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11725770205504647417</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-1809000365927884695.post-5373415817666191902</id><published>2008-09-25T17:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T17:02:18.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You freaking liar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1809000365927884695-5373415817666191902?l=farewell-blackballoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farewell-blackballoon.blogspot.com/feeds/5373415817666191902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1809000365927884695&amp;postID=5373415817666191902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1809000365927884695/posts/default/5373415817666191902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1809000365927884695/posts/default/5373415817666191902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farewell-blackballoon.blogspot.com/2008/09/you-freaking-liar.html' title=''/><author><name>kaely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11725770205504647417</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-1809000365927884695.post-5200696342190016618</id><published>2008-09-23T16:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T16:18:31.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel useless, I feel defenseless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Useless&lt;/span&gt;- I saw my partner, Jeslyn, being teased by a group of girls during Recess, but yet there was nothing I could  do that would be of much help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Defenseless&lt;/span&gt;- My cousins were over at my house yesterday night. First thing they did- Rampaged my room, and locked the door. Where was the fucking key? With them. Boy, were they well prepared. I heard many insults. They messed up my closet (Played with my underwear), took the $50 which was supposedly meant for the Sentosa trip, and read the letter which Joey had wrote to me, and lost the key chain which he had given to me too (I screamed, out loud. Almost cried too). And they read my Diary. That's worse. That made me pissed. Intruding of privacy. Dirty bastards, dirty bastards. I was shooting vulgarities at them, while they fished out their cell phones and recorded my swearing and threatened to tell Daddy if I refused to shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Life is unfair. Even my family doesn't show me any respect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1809000365927884695-5200696342190016618?l=farewell-blackballoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farewell-blackballoon.blogspot.com/feeds/5200696342190016618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1809000365927884695&amp;postID=5200696342190016618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1809000365927884695/posts/default/5200696342190016618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1809000365927884695/posts/default/5200696342190016618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farewell-blackballoon.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-feel-useless-i-feel-defenseless.html' title=''/><author><name>kaely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11725770205504647417</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-1809000365927884695.post-465571353486865225</id><published>2008-09-22T14:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T14:46:57.854+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Stupid cheena tainted powder!&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, I'm not allowed to eat candy, drink milk, or consume any food that's made in cheena&lt;br /&gt;(How to when everything's made in cheena?!) Screw you cheenarians!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm baffled. What's with discrimination?&lt;br /&gt;Russell Peters- Bloody funny racist dirty bastard. My brother too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not racist.&lt;br /&gt;Racists are criminals.&lt;br /&gt;And criminals are Black.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insulting, don't you agree?.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1809000365927884695-465571353486865225?l=farewell-blackballoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farewell-blackballoon.blogspot.com/feeds/465571353486865225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1809000365927884695&amp;postID=465571353486865225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1809000365927884695/posts/default/465571353486865225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1809000365927884695/posts/default/465571353486865225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farewell-blackballoon.blogspot.com/2008/09/stupid-cheena-tainted-powder-now-my.html' title=''/><author><name>kaely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11725770205504647417</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-1809000365927884695.post-9042229008187166050</id><published>2008-09-21T08:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T08:31:47.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>All dressed up, I inched forward reluctantly towards the bloody door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;BUT THAT WAS WHEN...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reminded of what Zachary said... *View message history*&lt;br /&gt;So here I am, studying at home. Where all the major distractions are. Including the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;TEMPTATION, TEMPTATION, TEMPTATION!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid Zachary. &gt;:(.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1809000365927884695-9042229008187166050?l=farewell-blackballoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farewell-blackballoon.blogspot.com/feeds/9042229008187166050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1809000365927884695&amp;postID=9042229008187166050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1809000365927884695/posts/default/9042229008187166050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1809000365927884695/posts/default/9042229008187166050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farewell-blackballoon.blogspot.com/2008/09/all-dressed-up-i-inched-forward_21.html' title=''/><author><name>kaely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11725770205504647417</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-1809000365927884695.post-4223695961681047733</id><published>2008-09-14T16:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T16:26:08.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ih8_SIFjklA/SMzIhkVm7NI/AAAAAAAAAF4/YPaajbnsTCY/s1600-h/350px-Green_Forest_My_Home.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ih8_SIFjklA/SMzIhkVm7NI/AAAAAAAAAF4/YPaajbnsTCY/s320/350px-Green_Forest_My_Home.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245788144995331282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh my, oh my, I'm in love!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;8:00am-11.00am- Was studying in the library located somewhere near Suntec.&lt;br /&gt;(To be honest, I saw someone who looked like Zachary, freaked out. LOLLLL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;11.00am-1.00pm- Eating~ (Took time to decide what to eat T-T)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;1.00pm-2.00pm- Rotting~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;3.00pm-NOW- Watching lu guang sen lin~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1809000365927884695-4223695961681047733?l=farewell-blackballoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farewell-blackballoon.blogspot.com/feeds/4223695961681047733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1809000365927884695&amp;postID=4223695961681047733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1809000365927884695/posts/default/4223695961681047733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1809000365927884695/posts/default/4223695961681047733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farewell-blackballoon.blogspot.com/2008/09/oh-my-oh-my-im-in-love.html' title=''/><author><name>kaely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11725770205504647417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ih8_SIFjklA/SMzIhkVm7NI/AAAAAAAAAF4/YPaajbnsTCY/s72-c/350px-Green_Forest_My_Home.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1809000365927884695.post-2725566429506775850</id><published>2008-09-13T12:27:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T21:25:57.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello, hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Saturday today, so I guess some of you are rather surprised that I'm online ;)&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'd like to thank you for answering my previous question (You can still find it in the previous post)&lt;br /&gt;It has indeed made me feel much better ;) But no, I'm &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; running away. I was simply being curious ;P&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I guess that's all for now.&lt;br /&gt;(I might edit this post later once I've done my revision.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Edited:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Hey yo ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back from the celebration which was held at my neighborhood's nearby park.&lt;br /&gt;Wheeee, I had so much fun with Gladys and Cherie ;) Well.. having fun 'cos we had our own campfire, heehee.&lt;br /&gt;The campfire consisted of: A sanitary pad, 2 mooncakes, 1 chicken wing (LOL!), twig leaves and candles.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, and a packet tissue paper. And flour. And the list goes on and on ;) Cherie was indeed well prepared, heehee. She had everything we needed in her little bag, *Laugh* Gotta go wash up now, later~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby, I'm burnin' up, burnin' up, for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you &lt;/span&gt;baby~&lt;br /&gt;I'll edit this post another day once I've received the photos from Cherie. Teeheeehee. I'm addicted to these cheeky laughs, find them cute. Heeeheee (LOL!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1809000365927884695-2725566429506775850?l=farewell-blackballoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farewell-blackballoon.blogspot.com/feeds/2725566429506775850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1809000365927884695&amp;postID=2725566429506775850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1809000365927884695/posts/default/2725566429506775850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1809000365927884695/posts/default/2725566429506775850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farewell-blackballoon.blogspot.com/2008/09/hello-hello_13.html' title=''/><author><name>kaely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11725770205504647417</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-1809000365927884695.post-236439833058666203</id><published>2008-09-11T13:52:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T12:27:29.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello, hello.&lt;br /&gt;I've got a question to ask you, and I'm &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;desperate&lt;/span&gt; for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;your (Yes, YOU!)&lt;/span&gt; answer.&lt;br /&gt;You can reply me through tagging my blog- it's okay to stay anonymous. Replying me on messenger is an alternative. Oh yes, calling too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the question is...  if I leave you, without bidding farewell, would you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) Hate me?&lt;br /&gt;b) Be happy that I'm gone?&lt;br /&gt;c) Respect my decision?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, today has been an awful day- As usual.&lt;br /&gt;Well, just like what I said while talking on the phone with Alfreda last night:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Edited:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;s&gt;Life is full of ups and downs.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Life is unpredictable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I find this quote better than the previous one, :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;2008&lt;/span&gt;- The worst year I've ever been through in my entire life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Edited:&lt;/span&gt; (Of course, except the end of the year trip to Sentosa and another one to New York!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's 11 September today, I bet Osama's having fun teasing US, asking them to kiss his arse or something. L-O-L!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, I'm gonna vent my anger on my blog now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCREW YOU NASTY SCAMMERS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1809000365927884695-236439833058666203?l=farewell-blackballoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farewell-blackballoon.blogspot.com/feeds/236439833058666203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1809000365927884695&amp;postID=236439833058666203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1809000365927884695/posts/default/236439833058666203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1809000365927884695/posts/default/236439833058666203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farewell-blackballoon.blogspot.com/2008/09/hello-hello.html' title=''/><author><name>kaely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11725770205504647417</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-1809000365927884695.post-2275993185110413770</id><published>2008-09-01T09:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T11:07:22.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The Environmental agency isn't doing a very good job about the Hungry Ghost festivities.&lt;br /&gt;Oh it takes tons of geniuses to place a barrel to keep the ashes within but what good does it do when the finer particles clog up our nostrils, make us dizzy and irritated enough to throttle someone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If murder weren't a crime, all the Buddhists would have been dead by now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might even win the Nobel prize for ridding earth of a major constituent of environmental pollution. Sheesh. So it's always like that  every  night,  I  either get a tummy ache, or feel awfully dizzy, thanks  to  the  smell of  the burning  fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I apologize if this post has offended you in anyway,  'cos apparently,  I'm simply venting my frustration on this post.  I appreciate  your understanding, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1809000365927884695-2275993185110413770?l=farewell-blackballoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farewell-blackballoon.blogspot.com/feeds/2275993185110413770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1809000365927884695&amp;postID=2275993185110413770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1809000365927884695/posts/default/2275993185110413770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1809000365927884695/posts/default/2275993185110413770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farewell-blackballoon.blogspot.com/2008/09/environmental-agency-isnt-doing-very.html' title=''/><author><name>kaely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11725770205504647417</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-1809000365927884695.post-3578936063802940320</id><published>2008-08-29T17:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T19:36:16.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/H1GH92mv1cg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/H1GH92mv1cg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, there's nothing much to write about today, so I'm simply going to show you readers a really hilarious video from MADtv&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (It ain't horny!)&lt;/span&gt;. Oh yeah, I was reading perezhilton previously and came across this advertisement about some new movie called "Disaster Movie". It should be somewhat similar to the "Epic Movie" though ;)&lt;br /&gt;I just hope that the movie wouldn't be rated NC16 when it starts showing in Singapore. The trailer was kinda funny, here's the &lt;a href="http://www.disastermovie.net/#/about/"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt; for more information.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1809000365927884695-3578936063802940320?l=farewell-blackballoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farewell-blackballoon.blogspot.com/feeds/3578936063802940320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1809000365927884695&amp;postID=3578936063802940320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1809000365927884695/posts/default/3578936063802940320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1809000365927884695/posts/default/3578936063802940320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farewell-blackballoon.blogspot.com/2008/08/ah-theres-nothing-much-to-say-about.html' title=''/><author><name>kaely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11725770205504647417</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-1809000365927884695.post-4306092073895828020</id><published>2008-08-28T00:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T13:39:00.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh gentle winds beneath the moonlit skies,&lt;br /&gt;Don't you hear my heartfelt cries?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below the branches, here about,&lt;br /&gt;Don't you sense my fear and doubt?&lt;br /&gt;Side glistening rivers, sparkling streams,&lt;br /&gt;Can't you hear my woeful screams?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon the meadows, touched with dew,&lt;br /&gt;Don't you see my heart's in pain?&lt;br /&gt;Beneath the thousand twinkling stars,&lt;br /&gt;Don't you feel my jagged scars?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seek not my mournful heart kind breeze,&lt;br /&gt;For you'll not find it amongst these trees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's scattered across the moonlit skies,&lt;br /&gt;Accompanied by my heartfelt sighs.&lt;br /&gt;It's drifting over the gentle rain,&lt;br /&gt;A symbol of my silent pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's buried beneath the meadow fair,&lt;br /&gt;Conjoined with all the sorrow there.&lt;br /&gt;It's lost among the stars this night,&lt;br /&gt;Too far to ease my quiet fright.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1809000365927884695-4306092073895828020?l=farewell-blackballoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farewell-blackballoon.blogspot.com/feeds/4306092073895828020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1809000365927884695&amp;postID=4306092073895828020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1809000365927884695/posts/default/4306092073895828020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1809000365927884695/posts/default/4306092073895828020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farewell-blackballoon.blogspot.com/2008/08/oh-gentle-winds-beneath-moonlit-skies.html' title=''/><author><name>kaely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11725770205504647417</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-1809000365927884695.post-8538087952821368744</id><published>2008-08-27T14:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T16:35:57.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm troubled. Firstly, I'm not sure on what to get for Mdm Meenachi for the upcoming teacher's day.&lt;br /&gt;Initially, I decided on baking a cake and getting a bouquet of flowers for her, but I wanna get something really really sweet for her since it's my last year in school. Oh well, T________T. Should I stick to that?&lt;br /&gt;And, I think my report card is gonna look really awful 'cos I've got straight A's for all of my subjects except for my math T___T.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how the hell I'm gonna get into my dream school with these kind of grades. Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;Gotta buck up manszxzxz. Anyway, I woke up to find my neck twisted to the left today. And it hurts when I try to twist it to the right. Omgszx. Gabby told me to stretch my neck, but it didn't work T___________T.&lt;br /&gt;*Slap myself*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1809000365927884695-8538087952821368744?l=farewell-blackballoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farewell-blackballoon.blogspot.com/feeds/8538087952821368744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1809000365927884695&amp;postID=8538087952821368744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1809000365927884695/posts/default/8538087952821368744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1809000365927884695/posts/default/8538087952821368744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farewell-blackballoon.blogspot.com/2008/08/hi-im-troubled.html' title=''/><author><name>kaely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11725770205504647417</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-1809000365927884695.post-1982200636583853022</id><published>2008-08-25T15:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T15:39:50.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hi, hi. Hello, hello.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I flunked in Math! Omgszxzxzzxzxzxzxz.&lt;br /&gt;Ms Ang reprimanded me throughout the whole Math lesson. Like whoa, I'm not the only student of yours who flunked okay, get that into your head. *Cross arms*. Well, at least I topped the class for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;English and Science&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Which of course, is a job well done for a girl like me.&lt;br /&gt;'Cos some people who are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;older than me&lt;/span&gt; don't seem smarter than me at all ;) *Boast* HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I agree that I've been rather temperamental for the past few &lt;s&gt;days&lt;/s&gt; weeks.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should see a psychologist. *Exaggerate*&lt;br /&gt;Kekeke, just kidding. It's not that serious actually ;l Urgh, there's nothing much to talk about today, I'm feeling down now ;(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Bye, bye. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1809000365927884695-1982200636583853022?l=farewell-blackballoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farewell-blackballoon.blogspot.com/feeds/1982200636583853022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1809000365927884695&amp;postID=1982200636583853022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1809000365927884695/posts/default/1982200636583853022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1809000365927884695/posts/default/1982200636583853022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farewell-blackballoon.blogspot.com/2008/08/hi-hi.html' title=''/><author><name>kaely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11725770205504647417</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-1809000365927884695.post-3530757256902914815</id><published>2008-08-21T14:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T13:42:07.009+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm in a grumpy mood, so I won't start off with a sissy greeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; suffering from depression or anything. In other words, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm physically and mentally healthy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm serious, I'm not feeling down or anything, you people are simply being &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;paranoid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, you people are my best friends, always there for me. So it's quite obvious that you'll be the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;first&lt;/span&gt; to know if anything happens to me. *Promise*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I've decided- I won't be online anymore after the Habbolympic ends (This week)&lt;br /&gt;'Cos I wanna take some time to do some reflection (Not meditation T_T)&lt;br /&gt;Another thing is that I'm not emoing. Neither am I trying to get your attention, understand?&lt;br /&gt;And if you're that same passerby who spammed my tag board yesterday, I warn you not to do it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, if this post has insulted you in any way, then I'm terribly sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1809000365927884695-3530757256902914815?l=farewell-blackballoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farewell-blackballoon.blogspot.com/feeds/3530757256902914815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1809000365927884695&amp;postID=3530757256902914815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1809000365927884695/posts/default/3530757256902914815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1809000365927884695/posts/default/3530757256902914815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farewell-blackballoon.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-in-grumpy-mood-so-i-wont-start-off.html' title=''/><author><name>kaely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11725770205504647417</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-1809000365927884695.post-5836415732604227123</id><published>2008-08-20T13:19:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T14:00:12.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey smexies ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;You guys have not been tagging my tagboard lately! ;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I did something really stupid yesterday night.&lt;br /&gt;Won't give you guys full details 'cos it didn't really have a good ending.&lt;br /&gt;But, I'd like to thank &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Hong Zheng&lt;/span&gt; (Lollipop boy! *laugh*) and of course, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sharon&lt;/span&gt; ;) *Hug* for everything!&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I had my mother tongue paper today.&lt;br /&gt;Composition (Paper 1) was in the morning, and it was awesome 'cos we were given more than enough time to write the whole essay though it was only 50 minutes ( I wrote till the last minute by the way, and I didn't use the dictionary at all ;S).&lt;br /&gt;Then as usual, I had recess with Alfreda and Hannah, my best friends forever. They had that S.D.D (super duper disgusting) mee soto while I had cheeee chongggg funnnnnn. And anyway, I'd also like to &lt;s&gt;thank&lt;/s&gt; them for pressing my wrists and making it effing red. *Fold arms*. And after recess, I had paper 2. Time was running fast! I mean, the paper was easy, except for the second part of the comprehension 'cos I'm not really into cip projects and stuff, so I've got no experience or anything. And the second part of the comprehension was asking questions like-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What do you do during cip projects? What have you learned from the cip project?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;My reaction was- Oh my God!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&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;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Well I did every single question in the paper. And when I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;thought &lt;/span&gt;I had done the whole paper, I realized that I had forgotten to shade the freaking OAS .  Personally, I feel that oas is a total waste of time.  I mean, I could have used that few minutes I had left to do checking! ;(&lt;br /&gt;But hey, praise the Lord 'cos I did the whole paper in time. I really hope to get A1 for this paper, I seriously do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;G-O-O-D-B-Y-E&lt;br /&gt;PEOPLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every careless word that you utter renders you utterly useless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1809000365927884695-5836415732604227123?l=farewell-blackballoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farewell-blackballoon.blogspot.com/feeds/5836415732604227123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1809000365927884695&amp;postID=5836415732604227123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1809000365927884695/posts/default/5836415732604227123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1809000365927884695/posts/default/5836415732604227123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farewell-blackballoon.blogspot.com/2008/08/hey-smexies-i-did-something-really.html' title=''/><author><name>kaely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11725770205504647417</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-1809000365927884695.post-3815176337745037351</id><published>2008-08-19T13:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T13:46:52.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/m5YHi0TSzLM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/m5YHi0TSzLM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAHAHHAHAHA. Disney slut. You're going down Miley. Keep up the good work perez ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1809000365927884695-3815176337745037351?l=farewell-blackballoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farewell-blackballoon.blogspot.com/feeds/3815176337745037351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1809000365927884695&amp;postID=3815176337745037351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1809000365927884695/posts/default/3815176337745037351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1809000365927884695/posts/default/3815176337745037351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farewell-blackballoon.blogspot.com/2008/08/ahahahahhahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>kaely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11725770205504647417</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-1809000365927884695.post-8684933470329395743</id><published>2008-08-18T14:23:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T14:33:53.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello, ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English prelims was today. It was really easy, ;)&lt;br /&gt;Mathematics examination starts &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;tomorrow&lt;/span&gt; ;(&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I was clearing some junks from my computer&lt;br /&gt;(Memory was full). And I came across this screenshot I took in habbo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ih8_SIFjklA/SKkWUXpmFTI/AAAAAAAAAE4/awPR5LB5Q2s/s1600-h/Pretzel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ih8_SIFjklA/SKkWUXpmFTI/AAAAAAAAAE4/awPR5LB5Q2s/s400/Pretzel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235740580996584754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sigh* Then tallespin took over. But tallespin has good sense of humor k. *Laugh*&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'll go do my revision for math now, Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1809000365927884695-8684933470329395743?l=farewell-blackballoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farewell-blackballoon.blogspot.com/feeds/8684933470329395743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1809000365927884695&amp;postID=8684933470329395743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1809000365927884695/posts/default/8684933470329395743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1809000365927884695/posts/default/8684933470329395743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farewell-blackballoon.blogspot.com/2008/08/hello-english-prelims-was-today.html' title=''/><author><name>kaely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11725770205504647417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ih8_SIFjklA/SKkWUXpmFTI/AAAAAAAAAE4/awPR5LB5Q2s/s72-c/Pretzel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1809000365927884695.post-3428093338027808740</id><published>2008-08-18T13:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T13:47:15.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I seriously have to change my blogskin ;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;                                                     Can't find one that I like, any recommendations? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1809000365927884695-3428093338027808740?l=farewell-blackballoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farewell-blackballoon.blogspot.com/feeds/3428093338027808740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1809000365927884695&amp;postID=3428093338027808740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1809000365927884695/posts/default/3428093338027808740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1809000365927884695/posts/default/3428093338027808740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farewell-blackballoon.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-seriously-have-to-change-my-blogskin.html' title=''/><author><name>kaely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11725770205504647417</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-1809000365927884695.post-5842879564871159712</id><published>2008-08-14T14:52:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T15:31:13.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm supposed to be out with Debby, but the outing was canceled.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I spent the past few hours watching "Cinderella Story".&lt;br /&gt;I love that show, seriously. I've watched that show for more than 10 times (Maybe even more than 20)&lt;br /&gt;It's such a Romantic show, if only I was Sam, the lead character in the movie, wouldn't that be wonderful?&lt;br /&gt;Too bad my awful looks makes everything absolutely &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;But hey, who cares ;). Sooner or later, I know I'll meet that special someone (I guess)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Meeting someone in a virtual world, followed by talking on the phone and then meeting each other in reality. Wow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie tells me to be myself, and not be someone else just because I want to be in the limelight.&lt;br /&gt;No one has the rights to insult me, my attitude and who I am.&lt;br /&gt;I don't have to look good or be rich just because I wanna make more friends.&lt;br /&gt;A true friend would accept me the way I am (Just like Alfreda and Hannah).&lt;br /&gt;I've finally realized how blessed I truly am.&lt;br /&gt;So all I need, is myself. And that was when I changed my entire outfit- From a total bitch, to the real me,&lt;br /&gt;Kaely HKL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I guess the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lyrics&lt;/span&gt; for 'This Is Me' sang by Demi Lovato makes much sense.&lt;br /&gt;Especially this part:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span&gt;Do you know what it's like, to feel so in the dark?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;To dream about a life, where you're the shining star. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Even though it seems, that it's too far away, I have to believe in myself,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;s&gt;It's the only way, the only way&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;This is real, this is me, I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Gonna let the light, shine on me. Now I found, who I am, there's no way to hold it in,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;No more hiding who I wanna be. This is me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;*Sigh* My mother's currently out of Singapore for a business trip, really miss her ;(&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just remember:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Never let the fear of striking out keep you from playing the game&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kaely HKL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1809000365927884695-5842879564871159712?l=farewell-blackballoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farewell-blackballoon.blogspot.com/feeds/5842879564871159712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1809000365927884695&amp;postID=5842879564871159712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1809000365927884695/posts/default/5842879564871159712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1809000365927884695/posts/default/5842879564871159712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farewell-blackballoon.blogspot.com/2008/08/hi-heh.html' title=''/><author><name>kaely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11725770205504647417</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-1809000365927884695.post-670040530497290113</id><published>2008-08-12T16:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T17:21:12.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how people change overnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1809000365927884695-670040530497290113?l=farewell-blackballoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farewell-blackballoon.blogspot.com/feeds/670040530497290113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1809000365927884695&amp;postID=670040530497290113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1809000365927884695/posts/default/670040530497290113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1809000365927884695/posts/default/670040530497290113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farewell-blackballoon.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-pissed.html' title=''/><author><name>kaely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11725770205504647417</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-1809000365927884695.post-2121967733247219355</id><published>2008-08-10T16:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T17:10:42.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Is it me, or is this the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;third&lt;/span&gt; time I'm posting today? ;P&lt;br /&gt;Currently watching the repeat of Singapore's NDP 08. Specifically, I'm switching from one channel to another,&lt;br /&gt;'Cos I wanna watch the Beijing Olympics too. Lots, and I mean lots of Habbos have been asking how my group's doing for the Habbolympics (Hong Zheng, I swear i didn't tell them 'bout our group, so don't worry)&lt;br /&gt;All I can say, is that we screwed up yesterday. But thanks to Joey, our team was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;back to normal&lt;/span&gt; again.&lt;br /&gt;Ahem. I rushed through my homework today, but I've still got lots more to finish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Homework given&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;s&gt;5 sets of Chinese worksheets&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-2 Science worksheets&lt;br /&gt;-3 English worksheets&lt;br /&gt;-1 _________ essay&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;s&gt;4 math worksheets (Given by my brother)&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;s&gt;Science _____ workbook (Pg 1-28)&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Keel me ;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&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/1809000365927884695-2121967733247219355?l=farewell-blackballoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farewell-blackballoon.blogspot.com/feeds/2121967733247219355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1809000365927884695&amp;postID=2121967733247219355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1809000365927884695/posts/default/2121967733247219355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1809000365927884695/posts/default/2121967733247219355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farewell-blackballoon.blogspot.com/2008/08/is-it-me-or-is-this-third-time-im.html' title=''/><author><name>kaely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11725770205504647417</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-1809000365927884695.post-2295637287078720890</id><published>2008-08-10T10:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T10:14:51.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Natalie made me feel emo after listening to this song, though it's not my type.&lt;br /&gt;Reminds me of ______________. :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Is it me, or did we agree to love, somewhere I don't feel we got enough.&lt;br /&gt;It's you, but what about me? It seems like you're living life without me&lt;br /&gt;Everything seems to have your time but my space in your heart is closing up&lt;br /&gt;And the place where pictures hanging, is the only time that you're with me.&lt;br /&gt;Don't leave me here out all alone, oh no.&lt;br /&gt;I'm still right here, where'd you go?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Look around, don't you feel something missing?&lt;br /&gt;I'm the one you promised you would love, but you had to act so far away.&lt;br /&gt;While I'm holding on please turn around.&lt;br /&gt;I see you but I don't feel you, can't get your attention to to save our love.&lt;br /&gt;Look back and see me now .&lt;br /&gt;Don't let me down, please turn around.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think I've must have gotten too much&lt;br /&gt;Cause I felt the road was getting rough.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I felt lonely out here, I looked beside me to find you not there.&lt;br /&gt;Said you would love and protect me, all i have is the words you left me.&lt;br /&gt;Here i stand with the plans in my head, It's getting me the love that you said.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Don't leave me all alone, please don't&lt;br /&gt;I'm still right here, where'd you go?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Look around, don't you feel something missing?&lt;br /&gt;I'm the one you promised you would love, But you had to act so far away.&lt;br /&gt;While I'm holding on please turn around.&lt;br /&gt;I see you but I don't feel you, can't get your attention to save our love.&lt;br /&gt;Look back and see me now.&lt;br /&gt;Don't let me down,&lt;br /&gt;please turn around.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You wanna see the tears I cry on my pillow,&lt;br /&gt;That doesn't compare what your doing to my soul.&lt;br /&gt;You don't even know I'm in need of love.&lt;br /&gt;Calling you love but you don't seem to hear it,&lt;br /&gt;and I'm losing you now.&lt;br /&gt;Please just look around.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Look around, don't you feel something missing?&lt;br /&gt;I'm the one you promised you would love,&lt;br /&gt;But you had to act so far away.&lt;br /&gt;While I'm holding on please turn around.&lt;br /&gt;I see you but i don't feel you,&lt;br /&gt;can't get your attention to to save our love.&lt;br /&gt;Look back and see me now&lt;br /&gt;don't let me down,&lt;br /&gt;Please turn around.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tears I shed, don't matter no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1 month, since we last met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1809000365927884695-2295637287078720890?l=farewell-blackballoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farewell-blackballoon.blogspot.com/feeds/2295637287078720890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1809000365927884695&amp;postID=2295637287078720890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1809000365927884695/posts/default/2295637287078720890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1809000365927884695/posts/default/2295637287078720890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farewell-blackballoon.blogspot.com/2008/08/natalie-made-me-feel-emo-after.html' title=''/><author><name>kaely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11725770205504647417</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-1809000365927884695.post-1339252308705941172</id><published>2008-08-10T08:14:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T09:24:51.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Someone, slap me &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hard&lt;/span&gt; on the face, tell me I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ain't&lt;/span&gt; dreaming....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;OH MY GOD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm finally going to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;NEW YORK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Too bad the trip depends on my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;end of the year results&lt;/span&gt;! ;(&lt;br /&gt;So, I'd better work hard! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;very very hard.&lt;/span&gt; Anyways, I didn't go for service today, couldn't wake up in time&lt;br /&gt;despite my parents going &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"KAELY, KAELY, WAKE UP LAH!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Anyway, I overslept 'cos I was watching 'Hero Wanted'. It's a really romantic show, you guys &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;should&lt;/span&gt; watch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell on my ass thrice yesterday, 'cos it was raining and I was wearing my flip flops. Argh, it hurts! &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;*Sigh*, enough of the complaining. I'll go do my revision now, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;toodles&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Signing Off,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kaely HKL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&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/1809000365927884695-1339252308705941172?l=farewell-blackballoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farewell-blackballoon.blogspot.com/feeds/1339252308705941172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1809000365927884695&amp;postID=1339252308705941172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1809000365927884695/posts/default/1339252308705941172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1809000365927884695/posts/default/1339252308705941172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farewell-blackballoon.blogspot.com/2008/08/someone-slap-me-hard-on-face-tell-me-i.html' title=''/><author><name>kaely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11725770205504647417</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-1809000365927884695.post-2614102340993726122</id><published>2008-08-08T13:19:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T16:57:51.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello there!. Well yeah, I've deleted most of my previous posts, found them a little too _____________.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, it's going to be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Singapore's 43rd birthday&lt;/span&gt; tomorrow, *rejoice*&lt;br /&gt;However, my school celebrated the occasion today. (Like all the other schools)&lt;br /&gt;Best part was that we had &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;early dismissal&lt;/span&gt;, and we had &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3rd floor view&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Lucky you, I brought my camera along to school. So yeah, I took some pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But I didn't take a picture of myself&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;('Cos I'm not photogenic)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, after Alfreda reads this line, she &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wouldn't&lt;/span&gt; slap/punch/kick me :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edited: *faint* She's gonna &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;abuse&lt;/span&gt; me for calling myself &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ugly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:10;color:red;"   &gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="text-transform: uppercase;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ih8_SIFjklA/SJva1FMGWBI/AAAAAAAAAEA/6dQH767NYK4/s1600-h/DSCF0148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ih8_SIFjklA/SJva1FMGWBI/AAAAAAAAAEA/6dQH767NYK4/s320/DSCF0148.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232015997581809682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Milestone ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ih8_SIFjklA/SJva14W2qWI/AAAAAAAAAEY/_p32lfy4VX8/s1600-h/DSCF0160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ih8_SIFjklA/SJva14W2qWI/AAAAAAAAAEY/_p32lfy4VX8/s320/DSCF0160.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232016011317127522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't she so cute? She sits next to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; me in class, lmao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ih8_SIFjklA/SJva1hvwJVI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Uoou-GjdAOg/s1600-h/DSCF0158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ih8_SIFjklA/SJva1hvwJVI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Uoou-GjdAOg/s320/DSCF0158.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232016005247542610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bra &amp;amp; Panty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ih8_SIFjklA/SJva1d7sU0I/AAAAAAAAAEI/RRvqPLjM58g/s1600-h/DSCF0154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ih8_SIFjklA/SJva1d7sU0I/AAAAAAAAAEI/RRvqPLjM58g/s320/DSCF0154.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232016004223882050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh, Marching?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ih8_SIFjklA/SJvdgk6RCgI/AAAAAAAAAEg/XyN7duTE0AA/s1600-h/DSCF0161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ih8_SIFjklA/SJvdgk6RCgI/AAAAAAAAAEg/XyN7duTE0AA/s320/DSCF0161.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232018943854578178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                      Music Nirvana!                      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We used to be together, the music nirvana and me. Sense of peace stays in my heart, as if it was an angel, singing songs, specially dedicated to me. I felt stress-free, I felt freedom, I felt the feeling of happiness. The rhythm stays in my mind, and I dance along, expressing myself in different ways. Even when I'm sad and lonely, the music stays within me. I'm never heard anything as beautiful as &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;it&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Ahem, well sorry, I guess I've been really stressed recently, the Harp performance was really good, soothing.&lt;br /&gt;A-a-a-a-anyway, I'm currently rotting at the hotel view (Habbo) waiting for the Habbolympics grand opening to begin! All alone at home now, feel rather insecure. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ey, don't call me childish&lt;/span&gt; &gt;:(  I've got lots of homework to do, I guess I better start on it while waiting ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Signing off,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kaely KHL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:10;color:red;"   &gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="text-transform: uppercase;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1809000365927884695-2614102340993726122?l=farewell-blackballoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farewell-blackballoon.blogspot.com/feeds/2614102340993726122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1809000365927884695&amp;postID=2614102340993726122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1809000365927884695/posts/default/2614102340993726122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1809000365927884695/posts/default/2614102340993726122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farewell-blackballoon.blogspot.com/2008/08/hello-there.html' title=''/><author><name>kaely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11725770205504647417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ih8_SIFjklA/SJva1FMGWBI/AAAAAAAAAEA/6dQH767NYK4/s72-c/DSCF0148.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1809000365927884695.post-7352268878705740122</id><published>2008-06-23T14:20:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T14:27:49.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;size=15&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday  Joey Buenviaje Wong! ;D ♥&lt;/size=15&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Krrr. Bestfriends Forever, I know you don't like me calling you buanviaje. But heh, I like your surname :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sim zi mei &gt;:( You Ikina. loooool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1809000365927884695-7352268878705740122?l=farewell-blackballoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farewell-blackballoon.blogspot.com/feeds/7352268878705740122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1809000365927884695&amp;postID=7352268878705740122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1809000365927884695/posts/default/7352268878705740122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1809000365927884695/posts/default/7352268878705740122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farewell-blackballoon.blogspot.com/2008/06/happy-birthday-joey-buenviaje-wong-d.html' title=''/><author><name>kaely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11725770205504647417</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-1809000365927884695.post-2127106617736036531</id><published>2008-06-21T22:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T17:11:14.005+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glad to say I've settled everything with dormorg. I apologized!- And I'm glad I did.&lt;br /&gt;In fact, Dormorg seems to be a pretty nice guy ;). Really glad to have met him&lt;br /&gt;Bandragon's quiting habbo, I was really sad when I heard about it.&lt;br /&gt;But he sent me a trophy with really touching words like "You've been a great friend" and stuff&lt;br /&gt;Well, it was touching. I told Joey (-tHrOpHieS-) about it and he told me that he told bandragon to send me the trophy. I got pissed, really pissed.&lt;br /&gt;School updates? Right. I'm finally sitting next to someone who doesn't irritate me.&lt;br /&gt;Someone who doesn't distract me, someone who doesn't piss me off.&lt;br /&gt;So finally, I can pay attention in class!&lt;br /&gt;I went shopping today with my mom, it sucked cause my dad was hurrying us ;(&lt;br /&gt;But in the end, I still got what I wanted, so yeah! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go, bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1809000365927884695-2127106617736036531?l=farewell-blackballoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farewell-blackballoon.blogspot.com/feeds/2127106617736036531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1809000365927884695&amp;postID=2127106617736036531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1809000365927884695/posts/default/2127106617736036531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1809000365927884695/posts/default/2127106617736036531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farewell-blackballoon.blogspot.com/2008/06/hello-glad-to-say-ive-settled.html' title=''/><author><name>kaely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11725770205504647417</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-1809000365927884695.post-818532180857349003</id><published>2008-06-16T15:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T17:12:49.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Whoa, Hey ;)&lt;br /&gt;I walked to school with my teacher today, felt a little awkward.&lt;br /&gt;My classmates were completely shocked when they saw me entering school with my teacher.&lt;br /&gt;"wth! Kaely bootlicking mdm meena sia!" &lt;----- :(&lt;br /&gt;Well surprisingly, we had science lecture. Whoa seriously, it was great.&lt;br /&gt;Only 4 stalls were open during recess, and the queues were really long.&lt;br /&gt;But I decided to have a drink anyway, since I was a little thirsty.&lt;br /&gt;But god dang shit, there was this girl who was queuing in front of me&lt;br /&gt;She told her friends to queue up behind her. So from the third position, I was shifted to the 15th position.&lt;br /&gt;I got pissed and I started shouting at them-&lt;br /&gt;"Can you freaking spare a thought for others and get out of the queue cause we've only got 10 minutes left for recess"&lt;br /&gt;And they left ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go, bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1809000365927884695-818532180857349003?l=farewell-blackballoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farewell-blackballoon.blogspot.com/feeds/818532180857349003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1809000365927884695&amp;postID=818532180857349003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1809000365927884695/posts/default/818532180857349003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1809000365927884695/posts/default/818532180857349003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farewell-blackballoon.blogspot.com/2008/06/yo-i-walked-to-school-with-my-teacher.html' title=''/><author><name>kaely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11725770205504647417</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-1809000365927884695.post-1347766603607004727</id><published>2008-06-10T09:50:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T17:01:11.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Whoa, hey ;)&lt;br /&gt;Feeling really awkward right now (I guess aidil is, too)&lt;br /&gt;Guess what I did- I called aidil on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;He was like "Hello". And I think I went "Uh hi"&lt;br /&gt;And my brother interrupted  :(&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm in a good mood today 'cos I won't have to go to my Grandmother's house! ;)&lt;br /&gt;But tomorrow, *shrugs* I'll be alone with my Grandma.'Cos my brother will be going out with his friends :(&lt;br /&gt;He said something 'bout "going green", never knew you could go green through the smrt. lol&lt;br /&gt;I'll be offline at 1pm, woohoo. So anyone, wanna hang out? ;S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Just kidding :*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I finally did my newspaper report :S- But only the cover page 'cos I don't wanna do research ;(&lt;br /&gt;So here's the picture of the cover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, I've finally came up with my &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Shopping List For The GSS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shopping List&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aviators&lt;br /&gt;Heels&lt;br /&gt;Polo tee from 'Cotton On'&lt;br /&gt;Jeans from Levis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, just some polo tees, jeans and some accessories!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well gotta go, bye :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1809000365927884695-1347766603607004727?l=farewell-blackballoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farewell-blackballoon.blogspot.com/feeds/1347766603607004727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1809000365927884695&amp;postID=1347766603607004727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1809000365927884695/posts/default/1347766603607004727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1809000365927884695/posts/default/1347766603607004727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farewell-blackballoon.blogspot.com/2008/06/whoa-hey-feeling-awkward-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>kaely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11725770205504647417</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-1809000365927884695.post-4149381156195327071</id><published>2008-06-09T10:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T17:05:03.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had church yesterday, as usual. I mean, where else do I go on Sundays?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He&lt;/span&gt; didn't come again.&lt;br /&gt;Hello, prince charming, I've been waiting for approximately, 9 weeks or so?&lt;br /&gt;Didn't have care group, we had sharing instead :(&lt;br /&gt;But it was kinda boring so, yeah, didn't bother to listen, was smsing Alfreda instead.&lt;br /&gt;Went shopping after church, and it was &lt;s&gt;whoa, awesome&lt;/s&gt; 'cos I didn't buy anything at all! :(&lt;br /&gt;'Cos my mom kept hurrying me, telling me that daddy and my brother was already waiting at the car&lt;br /&gt;I got disappointed and kept fussing around. My mom told me I was temperamental, didn't really like the sound of that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go, bye :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1809000365927884695-4149381156195327071?l=farewell-blackballoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farewell-blackballoon.blogspot.com/feeds/4149381156195327071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1809000365927884695&amp;postID=4149381156195327071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1809000365927884695/posts/default/4149381156195327071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1809000365927884695/posts/default/4149381156195327071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farewell-blackballoon.blogspot.com/2008/06/had-church-yesterday-well-duh-l-where.html' title=''/><author><name>kaely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11725770205504647417</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-1809000365927884695.post-3465688020633240558</id><published>2008-06-07T17:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T17:54:25.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Great Singapore Sale! :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe, I knew about this long ago ;l In fact, I've been counting down to this day.&lt;br /&gt;Well I'ved saved about... $35.00+ so far this month.&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, I've not came up with my shopping list yet.&lt;br /&gt;But all I can think of is clothes, clothes, and more clothes! Kekeke ;^&lt;br /&gt;I went to china town last night with my dad, mom, brother and grandma.&lt;br /&gt;Well yes we did shopping, but in the &lt;strong&gt;market &lt;/strong&gt;*rolls eyes*&lt;br /&gt;So I didn't buy anything, duh :S&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've changed my email address! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add me on msn: &lt;a href="mailto:farewell-blackballoon@live.com"&gt;farewell-blackballoon@live.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well gotta go, bye :&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1809000365927884695-3465688020633240558?l=farewell-blackballoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farewell-blackballoon.blogspot.com/feeds/3465688020633240558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1809000365927884695&amp;postID=3465688020633240558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1809000365927884695/posts/default/3465688020633240558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1809000365927884695/posts/default/3465688020633240558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farewell-blackballoon.blogspot.com/2008/06/great-singapore-sale-hehe-i-knew-about.html' title=''/><author><name>kaely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11725770205504647417</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-1809000365927884695.post-826962727610131593</id><published>2008-06-05T18:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T18:56:25.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday night, I spent hours on that freaking direct school admission shit.&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't get direct admission to any school at all.&lt;br /&gt;Guess I'll have to depend on my last straw- Academic Results.&lt;br /&gt;Fat shit. Well after that, I did some grocery shopping with my mom.&lt;br /&gt;Now you tell me something, is the super market (Fair price, NTUC, Cold Storage) some new hangout for those&lt;br /&gt;ugly bengs and lians?&lt;br /&gt;There were a whole lot of them hanging out at the grocery shop.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe they were shoplifting or choosing the suitable chicken fat enough to hit them unconscious. Who knows :S&lt;br /&gt;Well gotta go,  bye :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1809000365927884695-826962727610131593?l=farewell-blackballoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farewell-blackballoon.blogspot.com/feeds/826962727610131593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1809000365927884695&amp;postID=826962727610131593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1809000365927884695/posts/default/826962727610131593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1809000365927884695/posts/default/826962727610131593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farewell-blackballoon.blogspot.com/2008/06/yesterday-night-i-spent-hours-on-that.html' title=''/><author><name>kaely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11725770205504647417</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-1809000365927884695.post-8579780817800125060</id><published>2008-05-30T18:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T21:19:23.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*Giggles*, another blog ;P&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I had to change my blog again&lt;br /&gt;Cause I heard that the teachers in my school were gonna do some check up on us.&lt;br /&gt;Well I heard it from Alfreda and I was like "Wth really?!"&lt;br /&gt;And she was like "Yeah yeah!"&lt;br /&gt;So I deleted my blog ;l. Ah yes, I should have just made it private.&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shit. &lt;/span&gt;Why did I only think of it after I deleted my blog? Grrr&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Currently watching Princess Diaries 2: Royal Engagement.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kinda nice I should say ;P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gotta go now, bye ;S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1809000365927884695-8579780817800125060?l=farewell-blackballoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farewell-blackballoon.blogspot.com/feeds/8579780817800125060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1809000365927884695&amp;postID=8579780817800125060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1809000365927884695/posts/default/8579780817800125060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1809000365927884695/posts/default/8579780817800125060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farewell-blackballoon.blogspot.com/2008/05/giggles-another-blog-p-seriously-i-had.html' title=''/><author><name>kaely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11725770205504647417</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>
