<?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-6629895293579761117</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:03:35.732-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She said, I think I'm going to Boston.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miniature-horny.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629895293579761117/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miniature-horny.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>high! sierra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12719299596706365912</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>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6629895293579761117.post-874867986121020656</id><published>2008-12-22T21:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T02:23:57.139-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Vietttttttt!&lt;br /&gt;I tell you, I have never had so much fun in a longgggg time~&lt;br /&gt;Tinatono, Edmund the Mushroom, Marcus King of Taiti and Samuel you joker, &lt;big&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I MISS YOU ALLLLLLLL!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh. Where to start?&lt;br /&gt;I AM SO SUPER FRICKIN HIGH NOWWWWWW SO YES.&lt;br /&gt;The BONDING. YESSSSS.&lt;br /&gt;You all try to read la, really quite funny, I chiong all in one day one lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;big&gt;15DEC: &lt;/big&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, the first day it was quite awkward in the beginning -like all 5 of us didn't dare to look at each other in the eye, yadda yadda- but while we were waiting for the boys' hotel room to be cleared we were playing cards in Uncle CL's room aft lunch. Lunch was okay, we didn't bond much, even when we were all sitting at one table sep from the adults. Well I am proud to say that dear Tinatono brought the cards lol, otherwise no chance to bond le. ;D We started opening up to each other, then it was time for the Hope Onco ward at 1.&lt;br /&gt;Onco was funny. The kids were overwhelming like nuts! But the smiles on their faces were priceless, no joke. The bad thing was that they kept coming to make MORE puppets even when they'd alr made one or two before. Lol. Edmund (YOU MUSHROOM) kept on trying to avoid my candid shots, hence making the whole point of capturing him unawares more fun. ;D The kids kept on tackling me to the ground. We were all exhausted aft it ended at 4 lol.&lt;br /&gt;Went back to the hotel, washed up. At 6.30 TinaTONO wanted to wait outside their room for them. It was so hilarious because I ended up the one in plain view of their door while Tono was hidden in the stairwell. So when the guys came out I started giggling like nuts lol. Like a frickin huachi but it was so funny, the looks on their faces.&lt;br /&gt;Then Tina and I got to the lobby first via the stairwell. She even pressed the button on our floor (1st) to detain the guys a while (they lived on the 6th) and I wondered what was the matter with her. Then I was like 'Wah you see la, you make me blush in front of them la!' And she was like 'You blush for what? Just playing only what. You like one of them ah?' And I retorted 'Lol, blushing with laughter more like! My face feels so hot le la!'&lt;br /&gt;It's true. My cheeks felt so hot! It was so hilarious, I tell you. I don't even know why we were so high lol.&lt;br /&gt;Went to eat dinner. It was nice. Ohohohoh let me skip to the part about crossing Viet roads.&lt;br /&gt;The traffic there is so horrible it could kill you. Like they have no traffic judicial system at all luh. No offense to Vietnamese. The place is nice but the traffic was so scary.&lt;br /&gt;We went to this supermarket aft dinner, called CO-OP and it was a LONGGGG walk.&lt;br /&gt;And the guys and I all wore flipflops. It was horrid, kept on walking into road slush and getting who-knows-what into our flipflops. Marcus was like 'Aiya shouldn't have worn lo.'&lt;br /&gt;Then we had to cross a major junction to get to CO-OP, and actually, might I add, crossing roads constitutes about nearly half the bonding time during our trip. The motorcycles go honk and whoosh all around you, you feel like you might get knocked down round every corner, no joke.&lt;br /&gt;As we were about to cross the roads, we all stood closer, and Edmund was beside me. And he did the nicest thing, I say. I was even telling Tina about it and she was shocked lol. Edmund grabbed hold of my wrist, Uncle CL the other, and then we crossed. As in, Tina was just telling me too, one of the nights in our room. At the start of the trip there was always a gap between the guys and the girls but as the trip progressed the gap disappeared until we were just this gang of kids lol laughing and talking together. But Edmund grabbed my wrist - hesitantly at first, but fully later and I was so touched, Tina thought I was infatuated (which I'm not, Mushroom, don't worry!) It meant a lot to me though. A huge first step in breaking the gender barrier.&lt;br /&gt;Then when we'd bought our groceries, we were walking back to the hotel. I asked Edmund, 'Yo, what did you guys buy?' and he was like 'Oh, some ice cream, crackers. We bought a tube of ice cream for you girls eh.' Then I was like 'Oh, thanks! Uhhh, we bought a tube of chips for you too!'&lt;br /&gt;Haha. We both laughed and it was sweet.&lt;br /&gt;Then later the guys brought the ice-cream down lol. Special delivery! Hahah. Eh, New Zealand Natural leh, choc flavored. Wait till you find out what happened to it.&lt;br /&gt;I slept with Tina in one room, the three guys in another.&lt;br /&gt;First night was uneventful, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16 DEC:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up with a major migraine and swollen eyes, youch.&lt;br /&gt;The taxi ride was horrible. We were split - Sam, Tina and I in one taxi with Aunty Pauline, Fuga the translatoto Govap Orphanage r, and Aunty Alice from Faith Methodist Church. (FMC) Marcus and Ed were in the other taxi with Uncle CL and some other people from FMC.&lt;br /&gt;I had to &lt;em&gt;take Panadol&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;apply ointment&lt;/em&gt; la, some things I don't usually do.&lt;br /&gt;Ohohoho which reminds me, on the first day on the taxi ride from the airport to the hotel, Samuel (who is the resident questionnaire master and joker) asked us what was our worst phobias. Hmm mine was being alone and/or taking tablet medicines. Yeah, so taking tablets in that scary, noisy taxi was terrible for me. Lol. Kept the tablet in my mouth for a minute or two before I finally swallowed it lol. Auntie P, Sam and Auntie Alice kept on asking me if I was okay. So sweet. ;)&lt;br /&gt;Tina, Samuel and I made our way to the babies' ward at 8.30am. Ohmylord when I do a picture post next you guys will screamscreamscream like Tina, these babies are adorable. Ranging from newborns to 9 months old, they are the LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;But they &lt;em&gt;are &lt;/em&gt;orphans. D:&lt;br /&gt;The baby I fell for was so handsome. His eyelashes are like wheeee~ -curly to the point that he could model for a Maybelline ad for infants- and his name was pronounced Meng-nyeh, I think. I miss his smile so much. Tina and I fed the babies. No, you guys are NOT thinking breastfeeding lol. They had milk bottles la.&lt;br /&gt;And while I was feeding my baby he kept on smiling at me and refusing to drink! Even Agnes from FMC kept on saying he was so beautiful. I kept on inserting the milk bottle in, and taking it out, in and out, in and out until I found out, 15 min later, that you're supposed to KEEP it in the baby's mouth until it finishes the milk. I was so afraid it would choke, I forgot that babies can breathe through their noses.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't leave the ward with Tina till 10. The babies Tina carried would cry if she put them down, so I'd say she had a harder time than I did. My baby cried too when I put it down but I managed to put it to sleep!&lt;br /&gt;Then we went up to the empty room where we were doing mural paintings. OML that experience has changed my life. I've never done mural painting before but I love it. Esp with my cell, it was so fun! The guys were alr there painting, I think.&lt;br /&gt;I rmb the very first thing I painted was my sunflower. ;D And Marcus was like 'Isn't like the sunflower's centre supposed to be dark colored?'&lt;br /&gt;And I was like 'It isn't a sunflower la.'&lt;br /&gt;We painted a while, before lunch. The yellow of my flower was drippy, and all wet and all that. And it was wall paint, so by lunch we'd all gotten our various mementoes from the walls. My star was also dripping. I kept on cursing 'bloody' when paint from above kept dripping down onto my prev paintings. I was painting the star which was too high for me , and I grabbed a chair, and on the way I think I heard Marcus commenting to Uncle CL that 'I standing on the floor also can reach alr lor.'&lt;br /&gt;Meaniebutt.&lt;br /&gt;Went for lunch. Had pho again, and in case you're wondering, they're viet noodles. Ed, Sam and Tina had normal pho, Marcus and I had the meethaimak kind. We bonded (sort of) cuz the five of us squeezed into this teenytiny table which prohibited elbow space. Then Marcus and Edmund raided my camera, which was a REALLLLLY BAD IDEA because they saw all the results of my cam-whoring, and all the &lt;em&gt;zilian-unglam&lt;/em&gt; ones I took on the plane ride to Viet, even some of Tina asleep lol. And they were like smirking all the way through, just not meanly la. Then they were like 'Wah second day alr 250++ photos le lor,' and I grinned back.&lt;br /&gt;We really bonded alot la, I can't help saying. Even when we were crossing the roads and the guys were ahead of us a little Edmund was yelling back to us, 'Oi Sierra! Look out for that dog shit!' Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Then when Marcus was about to cross the road this motorcyclist just zipped out outta nowhere from a back alley and honked him. Then when the motorcyclist had zoomed off Marcus made the sign of the - well, that thing we always do in Dunman, the five-fingers-tgt thing. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;We went back to paint the murals. I jumped up onto this basin thingie to paint a cute rabbit. Ed was beside me painting his dear mushroom (which, I might add, was a really good piece of work. Hence his nickname the Mushroom, because we named the mushroom he painted Edmund.) Then Marcus was behind us on the floor. I was turning round to get some pink paint when I noticed him painting a smiley on his palm. I was like, all nice and curious, 'Ehhh what you doing?'&lt;br /&gt;Stupid me. Should've kept my mouth shut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He slapped my calf with his painted palm and gave me a &lt;strong&gt;pink smiley tattoo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was like AHHHHHHHHHH~&lt;br /&gt;You can probably guess what happened, but if you can't, I'll tell you that Edmund and Marcus just cracked up in huge guffaws while I went into hysterical shrieking.&lt;br /&gt;Just the play-kind of shriek la, nothing really serious lol. It was a good laugh.&lt;br /&gt;Wasn't really serious, we washed it off. I wanted to get revenge, asked Ed for help. Ed didn't want to get involved lol. He was like 'You want you go la, later he get revenge on me!'&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Ended up using the brown smiley I'd painted on my hand on Edmund's leg instead. He was like 'OI NOOOOO~'&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm we went down to play games with the mobile orphans. It was a huge mess, mostly cuz we didn't speak Viet. Marcus went to coach recorder lessons with Wendy from FMC, Auntie P and Tina went to watch, while Ed, Sam and I stayed to supervise the kids in games. It didn't go as planned, but it was crazy fun. Aunty Alice sat them down with some translators and made Christmas deco for them to hang on the Govap Christmas tree.&lt;br /&gt;When Marcus and Wendy got back, he was really quiet. Wendy went on to say,with a flourish of her recorder, 'It was a total, complete disaster! But it was fun!'&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha. We never thought Marcus had it in him, but Mark the mission trip IC commended him during the debrief that night. Agnes commended Tina and I for feeding the babies. It was embarrassing, but great fun! I felt proud for all of us.&lt;br /&gt;Aft dinner we went to this posh coffee place, Highlands Coffee. It was considered bonding, I guess. We found out Marcus didn't like coffee. Don't know why he even ordered the coffee cheesecake lol. And as we were speaking of spoons and cheesecake, we asked the guys what they did with the ice cream. And they were like 'Huh you HAVEN'T EATEN IT?!' We were like 'Yeah, what's wrong?' And Samuel was like 'Wah DIE LIAO cannot eat le la!' 'There's no freezer, that's why we asked you what you did with the ice-cream!' Haha and they all found out I can't keep a poker face for nuts, I laugh at everything.&lt;br /&gt;Then there were the card games.&lt;br /&gt;The guys came down to our room that night, where we showed them the remains of our ice-cream. OMG I know it's quite weird for me to say this but I'm sure Tinatono would agree, the guys smelt GOOD. Hahah all post-shower and all that. ;D&lt;br /&gt;We played Taiti like crazy, with all of them owning me because I don't do Taiti for nuts.&lt;br /&gt;We learnt more about the guys this time round. OML highlight of the night - HAVE YOU EVER SEEN MARCUS SNG GET HIGH? HE CAN GET SERIOUSLY HIGHHHHH. Just picture this - all of us minding our own business, sorting our cards during a game of Taiti with the song 'Hypnotized' by Akon blasting from a phone, and suddenly he starts bobbing his head and doing all the head isolations Indian-dance style and going 'Ah ah ah Edmund yo' mamma yo' mamma' and all that. Trust me, both mine and Tina's jaws hit rock bottom that night, it was a grrrreat night. Marcus apparently loves music. He was like mouthing the words to a lot a lot a lottt of songs lol and it was so amusing I was cracking up for the life of me. It was a completely diff side of him we saw that night. He and Ed are the greatest pair to live ever. Their reactions to each other are priceless. Samuel was enjoying himself a lot too, and yelling at them to cont game lol. There was this one time when Collide was blasting from my phone, and Samuel was like 'Collide, right? Very old song le leh. Why still got so many people like it?'&lt;br /&gt;Then Marcus was like 'Cuz it's nice' at the same time I said 'Because it's a nice song.'&lt;br /&gt;The rest were sniggering, at I don't know what la.&lt;br /&gt;Ohohohoh and there was this time when Tina lost a game, Taiti I think, and Marcus was like, 'Let's play truth or dare! Okay Tina, truth. Why do you think our cell is so separated?'&lt;br /&gt;Tina was like so super-shocked, it was funny!&lt;br /&gt;We were having so much fun that we forgot the time, and Uncle CL and A.P. ended up having to knock on our door to tell us off, and go to bed, because we were yelling so loud during a game of Indian Poker that they could hear us along the corridor. ;D (Note that our room and Uncle CL's and A.P.'s room were situated on opp ends of the corridor.)&lt;br /&gt;They left, sadly. But Tina and I collapsed onto the bed giggling like we were on high, because we were. Then Tina was like, 'OMG I can't believe it. Marcus Sng leh. Marcus Sng asking this question. Why is our cell so separated?'&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. It was a miracle. Unbelievable.&lt;br /&gt;Then as we prayed before bed we were still so high that we were giggling all thru prayer. Tina was like 'OMG I feel so hot!'&lt;br /&gt;'Haha, Tina, you are hot,' I shot back.&lt;br /&gt;'Nonono not that kind of hot la!' she yells at my wiggling eyebrows. 'As in, I feel very hot now. Warmmm.'&lt;br /&gt;Haha. We tried to knock off to sleep. Listened to 5 Loaves, 2 Fishes to calm down. Then listened to The Call. Then as I was about to sleep, Tina whispered, 'OMG you know what's going thru my head now?'&lt;br /&gt;'What?'&lt;br /&gt;'Why is our cell so separated? Why do you think our cell's so separated?'&lt;br /&gt;'You think they talk about us before they sleep too?'&lt;br /&gt;'Yeah.'&lt;br /&gt;;D BIG GRINS FOR THAT NIGHT AS WE FELL ASLEEP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17DEC:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas party at Govap Orphanage. Quite hectic for us as we had to wrap up the mural by that day. Managed to bond yet again, through quite an unorthodox manner - sharing ladders. I shared ladders with Sam at first, and it was so freaky, cuz he's haevier, and every time he makes a move poor me squeals and holds on to the window rack for dear life, but we shared a lot of laughs too. Then when I shared ladders with Edmund to paint the alphabet, I asked, 'Yo. So what time did you sleep last night?'&lt;br /&gt;'Oh, around 1.' Like us!&lt;br /&gt;'Hahaha too high right? Us too!'&lt;br /&gt;'Yalor! Ytd when we went back to our room we were like feeling really hot suddenly leh.'&lt;br /&gt;Gives him the eyebrows.&lt;br /&gt;'No la, feeling &lt;em&gt;warm&lt;/em&gt; la, Sierra!'&lt;br /&gt;'OMG LIKE US TOO!'&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Tina told me we'd bonded alot on that ladder. I feel so too.&lt;br /&gt;During lunch, I had pigeon and bubble tea! Their bubble tea is nicer. When Tina and I saw the straws the restaurant provided we started making hearts. Then Marcus saw and he was like 'You know how to make ah?'&lt;br /&gt;'Yeah,' we replied.&lt;br /&gt;Then as I was making my heart Marcus nudged me. And he showed me a heart made from transparent straws. He was like 'Nah.'&lt;br /&gt;I was like stunned lol. And I said 'Huh? For me ah?'&lt;br /&gt;Thank god the waitress came to take the bill, cuz she interrupted us and I had to answer her, so I took the heart first and talked to her. Then when she was done I was thinking that the heart couldn't possibly be for me, so I returned it to him and said 'Nice.'&lt;br /&gt;Thank GOD I didn't take it and put it inside my pouch! Cuz he took it back and put it into his wallet!&lt;br /&gt;Wahhh damn paisay if I had. Thankgod I didn't haaaaaa. Freakkkyyy.&lt;br /&gt;Then during the Christmas party, we were doing balloon sculpture for the kids. We learnt about Samuel that day too - he doesn't like the sound balloons make, and crumpling plastic bottles too. It must've been torture for him when I asked him to guide me thru making a Sitting Dog! Then Tina tried to make a teddy bear, but the body had popped. It was so cute tho! Nevertheless, Marcus tried to make one too and his popped one min into the making. It was like LOL.&lt;br /&gt;It was tiring, and as Mark gave the debrief aft the party, it was nice to be with the FMC for the last time. Mark also mentioned about the guys looking forward to feeding babies the next day! LOL I was like :O, then :D. The guys looked thunderstruck, because they had never said anything about 'really looking forward to feeding babies.' Turned out Uncle CL had misphrased sth while he was talking to Mark hahahaha;D&lt;br /&gt;In case you aren't sure till now, FMC is Faith Methodist Church. My cell comes from Church of our Savior. (COOS.)&lt;br /&gt;COOS was staying on even aft FMC had left for Hanoi for R and R.&lt;br /&gt;Hence the feeding of babies the next day.&lt;br /&gt;Went back to the hotel to freshen up. Dinner at a swanky rest, where Marcus and I kept on getting bitten by mosquitoes. A.P., Marcus and I went to print out some of my fave photos! ;D While the rest waited for the food. Went for a nightwalk! And then some ice-cream. Apparently Ho Chi Minh also has Christmas deco, looks somewhat like Orchard Rd if you block out the traffic and sea of motorcycles.&lt;br /&gt;To get to the ice-cream parlor, we had to walk past this park, Ben Thanh Market and navigate thru a whole ton of traffic.&lt;br /&gt;In this park, it was so - well.&lt;br /&gt;The guys, Uncle CL and I went ahead, while A.P. and Tina lagged behind a little. Then Marcus made a point of the overwhelming amount of couples nuzzling each other on motorcycles in the park. Eww. 'Got a lot sia! The whole street is full of them la!'&lt;br /&gt;Then I asked Uncle CL why there were so many couples. And he said sth like how the park is like the equivalent of Bugis J to us, or some swanky place for a date.&lt;br /&gt;Then Marcus was doing this really high imitation of a guy asking a girl out, like, 'Will you go out to the park with me? I'll pick you up at seven! We can go sit on motorcycles with all the other couples and kiss!' kinda thing.&lt;br /&gt;I was laughing so loudly. Again.&lt;br /&gt;Then Samuel was like 'Sierra, do you feel uncomfortable?'&lt;br /&gt;'No, why?'&lt;br /&gt;'That you're like with all boys right now.'&lt;br /&gt;'No la, I'm fine! Don't worry!'&lt;br /&gt;Guys can be sweet. ;D And thoughtful.&lt;br /&gt;Then we made our way to the ice-cream parlor, where we met people from FMC eating there too! Tina and I ordered some Cocoa Fondue, Marcus, Samuel and A.P. ordered Coconut ice-cream, Uncle CL ordered Yam Ice-cream and Ed ordered some strawberry thing. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;We bonded again and again and again and again! My apologies for getting so high on bonding. If you see my cell, you'll know why I get so high the way I do whenever I think of this trip and how much we all bonded. We even exchanged ice-creams lol. I ate some of Edmund and Marcus', and Marcus ate mine, that kind of thing.&lt;br /&gt;We even gossiped about A.P and Uncle CL lol. Not harmful gossip, just the fun kind.&lt;br /&gt;Then we got back to the hotel. Our curfew for card games was midnight I think. While we were waiting for them I was talking about the guys and then Tina thought I pronounced Marcus' name wrongly and like gave him a pet name or sth. She thought I liked him lol and we started giggling and all that. Then Edmund and Sam arrived first and it was fun all over again. Marcus was showering, but we still managed to have fun. Then I ended up sitting between Tina and Marcus when he arrived, and Tina was shooting me glances and nudging my leg under the covers and all that, and I was like 'Tina stop staring!' and she was like mouthing the nickname behind her cards and all that. I 'm sure the guys suspected sth but they were clueless, as usual. ;D Then I was like 'Marcus can I switch places with you, Tina's being irritating.' And he was like 'Yeah i think I switch w you la I can see Samuel's cards from here.' We swopped, and then Tinatono went like 'Still the same!' And it was so LOL. I think the guys knew what was going on lol, or they alr suspect that one of us likes them even though we don't. Hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Hahhaa. Went off to bed early because the guys didn't want to break the trust the adults had given us. When they were gone Tina was like 'If you had a choice who would you fall for?' in bed, as we were about to sleep. Of course I didn't entertain her, Tinatono ended up saying she wouldn't fall for any of the three and kept on teasing me about Marcus even though I hadn't said anything as we fell into sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;big&gt;18DEC: &lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Baby feeding!&lt;br /&gt;Wait for the picture post, wait for it, I tell you! Some pics are even more valuable than the MonaLisa.&lt;br /&gt;Edmund, Marcus and Samuel DID end up feeding the babies.&lt;br /&gt;It was a joy seeing them feed babies. Potential fathers lol!&lt;br /&gt;Marcus' baby kept on doing the breast/backstroke onthe mattress lol! And banged into my baby and Sam's baby, Loc!&lt;br /&gt;Then I think Marcus wants his baby to be a pilot like him, he kept on holding her under the armpits and boosting her up into the air and down again and going 'wheee, wheee~' to her hahaha. Sometimes babies bring out the best in people. ;D&lt;br /&gt;Poor Ed, though. His baby peed on him. According to aft he changed pants in the hotel later that afternoon, he had felt a warm tingly feeling in his lap. ;D It was great to see him freaking out over a puddle. ;D&lt;br /&gt;I miss my baby. I got to see him one last time tho, so that was great.&lt;br /&gt;We went back to the hotel to freshen up aft lunch. Samuel lost his phone on a cab! D: While he was praying, the rest of us were playing cards again. In our room. Marcus jumped onto our bed when he first came in and grabbed our chips, and said 'Eh I take ah,' when the chips were alr enroute to his mouth. Then he laughed and chided himself like 'Wah, I say until like my room liddat!'LOL. There was completely no ventilation cuz of the power outage. Our feet stunk, as in all four of us, and Marcus was like 'OMG my feet stink la.' I told him it wasn't him.&lt;br /&gt;Aft that we went to do sightseeing aft we left Govap at 12. Nothing much - just the war museum and water puppets in the evening. The War Museum was scary -Marcus had been there before and he warned us about the sick stuff inside. Quite eww and heartless.&lt;br /&gt;Dinner was steamboat. Quite good! Samuel started coming alive with all his jokes.&lt;br /&gt;You know those scenario ones?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For exp: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tom and Mary were in a room, lying on the floor, naked, dead. There is a rock, broken glass and water on the floor. What happened before?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That kind of thing.&lt;br /&gt;Aiya, I was so dumb that Samuel had to let slip the answer 'accidentally'.&lt;em&gt; coughgoldfishcough!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The waitress served food to Marcus using the wrong end of &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; chopsticks while I was in the restroom! D:&lt;br /&gt;No one can possibly own Uncle CL and A.P. in the riddles. They're poly teachers lol nothing gets past them except the retarded test lol.&lt;br /&gt;We drank a great drink, soda with lemon and sugar. ;D The soda alone by itself tastes disgusting tho.&lt;br /&gt;The water puppets were boring near the end. Sorry D: they just were. Cuz all of us couldn't understand the Vietnamese.&lt;br /&gt;Marcus fell asleep first, followed by Ed, Sam and then me. Only Tina stayed awake.&lt;br /&gt;Lol it was just tiring! And Marcus was just being candid la, he said, 'I can't believe I paid S$6.50 to watch a 50 min show that was so boring. I can watch a 2hour movie at Bugis for the same price la!'&lt;br /&gt;I asked Tina as we were going back, 'You think the guys will be so tired they won't want to play cards anymore later?'&lt;br /&gt;She laughed and said, 'You joking ah. You think cards they'll fall asleep meh?'&lt;br /&gt;Theory proven. Marcus and Sam came down at 8 to play cards. Our curfew that night was 1. ;DDDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;Edmund was still showering, and Marcus and Samuel claimed our bed like it was theirs. Okay I didn't mean that to come out the way it sounded, but it was true. They grabbed our chips again! Tina was showering, so I played Stress against Marcus with Samuel aiding me. Owned him ;D Then I went to shower. When I came out Edmund still hadn't arrived! We got off to playing Snap. Where Tina and Samuel kept on losing cuz they weren't paying attention D: I kept on scratching people during that game, esp Sam and Marcus. Then we played 24, a new game Samuel introduced that got Marcus SO HIGH but made Edmund sad. D: It's like a four people game in which everyone has to deal a card, so there are four cards in play. Then we have to use + - * / to make number sentences that let us end with an end product of 24. Lol SAMUEL OWNS! Marcus got so frickin high during the game, it was scary. His face was so red, and he kept on slapping our bed like BOOMBOOMBOOMBOOMBOOM~ hahaha;D As in, when you get the ans you're not supposed to say it out but you should slap the bed luh. I did it once accidentally and Marcus was like 'Okay, Sierra, would you mind telling us the ans?'&lt;br /&gt;Hahahah HAR. Very funny. He was pounding the bed multiple times, enough to bruise the poor thing.&lt;br /&gt;Then we played truth or dare. Marcus' idea! LOL can you believe it.&lt;br /&gt;Aiya I'll just say one thing. We all promised that nothing during that event would leave the seven walls we were enclosed in that night, so I can't post about it. But -hinthint- kids our age are always interested in like BGR lol. So funny la, we laughed our heads offoffoff;D The guys asked alot of qns that yes, like Tina said, left us really red;D&lt;br /&gt;Funny things that happened during the evening:&lt;br /&gt;Marcus kept on hugging Tina's pillow. He looked seriously little-boy-cute when he did it lol! And when I thought it was quite impossible for Marcus Sng the dao-man to look little-boy-cute, he did. He even said, 'Tina aghhh I'm attached to your pillow.'&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of pillows, during a dare session I dared him to kiss Tina's pillow. He did! Tina dared him to kiss my pillow. Wahhhhh he did! Then he was doing elbows on our bed lol, funny, his butt was up in the air la. Disqualified!&lt;br /&gt;We played truth or dare nearly half the time we spent there lol. Tina kept on kena-ing the 'drink a glass of water thing,' so she woke up with a full bladder ;D We bonded the most during this time. Everyone agreed that we'd bonded unanimously, and the Edmund was like 'Nevermind, 1/4 of the cell bonded alr! Spread the love! Jiayou!'&lt;br /&gt;Also, it might not really be surprising that I'm the only one in that group who scolds vulgarities lol. Edmund, Marcus, Sam and Tina all don't. D: I feel so ashamed lol. Even Marcus who's in a boys' school doesn't. He made that a huge point lor. He was like 'I think the only one who scolds vulgarities in this group is her lor.'&lt;br /&gt;'Got meh?'&lt;br /&gt;'Yalor you scolded the F word today! You don't deny la you! Hahaha too much influence from the States le ohhhorrr.'&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha :D I'm trying to stop la you.&lt;br /&gt;Also, Marcus was like trying to remind Tina that it was her turn during a game, so he went like 'Tinaaaaaaa~' When she didn't reply he went like 'Tinaaaatonooooo~' Tina and I just cracked up, it was so funny! The name stuck, Tinatono, deal with it. ;D SO cute, uhhuh uhhuh. ;D&lt;br /&gt;Then Marcus went up to get his PSP so we could watch movies. Watched Meet the Spartans, cinema style with the lights off. The bed too small for all five of us la, the screen too, but that was the fun of it. The movie was sick humor. Like the girl with the mega huge boobs lol. Then it was so funny when Edmund was like 'I can't watch this,' and he turned away, and a second later the guy's neck broke and we were all like 'OOOOOH~' Hahaha. The nipple-chain thing, stapling it on, was so funny, we were all like oooh ouch! ;D Serious!&lt;br /&gt;I never thought we could get this close to each other. It was such a sweet moment as I looked around at all their faces in the dark. Five of us friends ;D ahhhhh~&lt;br /&gt;We all went to sleep at 12, we really couldn't take it, we were too tired. Marcus left his PSP with us girl, cuz Tina wanted to watch the movie. We didn't stay up long. But Tina mentioned that Marcus trusted us enough to leave his PSP with us. It was nice to know that. Cuz I distinctly heard him telling us that 'if you lose or drop it I smack you all ah I tell you.'&lt;br /&gt;Hahhaa yeah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;P.S. Marcus' fave phrase, as Tina told me later that night, is 'Alrightttt, baby!' ;DDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;big&gt;19DEC: &lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Went to shop at Ben Thanh Market today.&lt;br /&gt;It was good ;D The five of us kids shopped tgt, but it was only 45 min of shopping , and I didn't do a lot. I hated the bargaining. Marcus bought the Viet Flag shirt, red with a big star on it. We were contemplating all of us buying the shirt and wearing it to cell the next day lol.&lt;br /&gt;Tina bought bangles, bracelets and a clip. The lady tried to knock her off la.&lt;br /&gt;Samuel bought cross earrings for his mom.&lt;br /&gt;Edmund bought slippers for his mom too. ;D&lt;br /&gt;Yep. I bought jackfruit tidbits.&lt;br /&gt;We went on to the back alley shops where I almost bought the whole store. Marcus wanted to buy stuff for his sis and kept on pestering me and Tina to help. We helped him choose some bracelets, bookmarks, etc. Edmund too, for his mom.&lt;br /&gt;I bought a lot of stuff for myself, I feel the guilt now. D:&lt;br /&gt;Arrived at the airport at 4, I think. Continued shopping at duty-free store. Marcus, Ed and Sam came up to me and asked 'Eh Sierra you think this necklace is nice?'&lt;br /&gt;It was one of those magnetic stones one. It was made entirely out of heart shaped beads. 'Yeah, it's nice what,' I said. 'For your sis ah?'&lt;br /&gt;'Would you wear it?'&lt;br /&gt;'Huh?'&lt;br /&gt;'Would you wear it out if I bought it?'&lt;br /&gt;'Yeah. Why not?'&lt;br /&gt;'Okay. I don't mean anything by it hor!' Marcus said, and the others laughed.&lt;br /&gt;'LOL! I know la!' I retorted, and continued shopping.&lt;br /&gt;My aim was to finish all my money in that store. Marcus overheard me telling Tina that at the cashier and he was like 'Okay lor, I help you finish lor.'&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;When we got back to Singapore it felt so different.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted the trip never to end gah.&lt;br /&gt;But it did, but it was still great at cell though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I missed cell the next day Tina told me Edmund had changed alot. He got so high and even talked back to Auntie Pauline! ;D&lt;br /&gt;HALLELUJAH PRAISE THE LORD! ;D&lt;br /&gt;OMG I'm praying hard that I'll be able to go on the church camp. Praypraypray! Tina, Ed and Marcus are going I think.&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad we all went on the trip. I'm so happy that the mission trip actually happened.&lt;br /&gt;We shall spread the love to the rest of the WHF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;big&gt;I love my cell! ;D LONG LIVE THE WHF!&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6629895293579761117-874867986121020656?l=miniature-horny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miniature-horny.blogspot.com/feeds/874867986121020656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6629895293579761117&amp;postID=874867986121020656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629895293579761117/posts/default/874867986121020656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629895293579761117/posts/default/874867986121020656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miniature-horny.blogspot.com/2008/12/vietttttttt-i-tell-you-i-have-never-had.html' title=''/><author><name>high! sierra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12719299596706365912</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-6629895293579761117.post-6855522868639492644</id><published>2008-12-10T08:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:44:59.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am seriously contemplating changing my email.&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, it's a lot of hassle. Darn.&lt;br /&gt;But &lt;a href="mailto:maroon_bluejay@hotmail"&gt;maroon_bluejay@hotmail&lt;/a&gt; is a by-product of childishness and ohh gah. Too much naivete. Haha. You guys would never guess the story behind my email unless you already know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today there was another mission trip meeting, the last before we see each other in Vietnam.&lt;br /&gt;Yes! YESSSSS! -punches fist into air in exultation- Vietnam in 4! See you soon, people, for I'll be goingoingoingone;D heh.&lt;br /&gt;Well today I had a sort of tiff with my cell leader, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what's wrong with me, it was partly my fault, I'm sure of it. And well, let's just say that strong-minded people tend to clash like nuts. It's not the first time we've had an argument.&lt;br /&gt;It's just me and that &lt;em&gt;thang&lt;/em&gt; with gender segregation.&lt;br /&gt;I hate the fact that I'm so harsh on my own cell group. They are my family, after all.&lt;br /&gt;But what kind of a family is gender segregated?&lt;br /&gt;The guys sit together, the girls in their own group, and the mentors condone it.&lt;br /&gt;What is up with the world jeez?&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't help that on the mission trip they're only the five of us kids.&lt;br /&gt;I have a bad feeling about this trip looming on the horizon. I don't even think anything's going to change between the five of us even after the trip.&lt;br /&gt;Wow, BIG SURPRISE. It'll just be like how it's been the past three years in the cell, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;Gender-ly segregated.&lt;br /&gt;Holy mother, I just can't stand not talking to the guys.&lt;br /&gt;They're not even my friends, they're just churchmates, the hi-bye type of people. And I call them &lt;em&gt;family&lt;/em&gt;, and I don't even feel like they really are.&lt;br /&gt;And A.P. asks&lt;em&gt; me&lt;/em&gt; why I walk apart from the group all the time.&lt;br /&gt;Hey, give me a break, I try my best.&lt;br /&gt;To talk to the guys, smile to them, look at them and pay attention when they're speaking. I try to extend love and friendship to them, and jeez. Nothing's happening, and by golly, big surprise, nothing's been happening the past three years either, even with prayer requests.&lt;br /&gt;Forgive my sarcasm, I'm pissed.&lt;br /&gt;I just wish I weren't so lonely all the time. Maybe I wouldn't care so much about guys not talking to me and gender segregation.&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh, really, don't mind this post. I go through such phases every once in a while. What's the fun of a blog if you can't vent? (but I play nice too, of course.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I coached two of my ballet teacher's classes today, G2 and G6.&lt;br /&gt;The G2 girls were okay, only 4 of them, and one of them was just plain attention-seeking. I mean, it's forgivable, and I know&lt;em&gt; I&lt;/em&gt; was &lt;em&gt;worse&lt;/em&gt; at their age. But she wouldn't stop fiddling with the music player and was easily distracted from doing her dancing. Like trying to be at my every beck and call when I didn't even ask for her to be, that kind of thing. Really quite obsequious, eager to please. Wished she wouldn't do that, had to keep putting her back in her place.&lt;br /&gt;Then the G6s were a different matter. They were kids that were old enough to judge whether they would like you or not. I didn't really care if they liked me, I had my own rules to go by. Like trying to conduct a good class for my teacher because she'd trusted me with it. It wasn't really a challenge. It was just - I wish we (that is, the girls in G6 and I) could've met under different circumstances instead of this teacher-student thing. I didn't really feel like a teacher, and I still don't, not really. I was quite worried of speaking arrogantly to the girls in the class, and had to sorta maintain a balance between sounding firm and sounding just plain mean.&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to strike a balance in life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6629895293579761117-6855522868639492644?l=miniature-horny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miniature-horny.blogspot.com/feeds/6855522868639492644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6629895293579761117&amp;postID=6855522868639492644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629895293579761117/posts/default/6855522868639492644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629895293579761117/posts/default/6855522868639492644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miniature-horny.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-am-seriously-contemplating-changing.html' title=''/><author><name>high! sierra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12719299596706365912</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-6629895293579761117.post-7456942208570889423</id><published>2008-12-02T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T00:51:08.268-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gee.&lt;br /&gt;Whoever thought guys could be so sensitive and thoughtful and creative and - well, cute? ;D&lt;br /&gt;Hehe joking.&lt;br /&gt;I'm seriously joking.&lt;br /&gt;Well to start from the beginning, I went to the missions meeting ytd.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going on a mission trip to Vietnam this month.&lt;br /&gt;So I went and only Edmund and Marcus + the chers were there.&lt;br /&gt;The guys were the highlight of my evening, really. Guess what book Edmund was reading.,&lt;br /&gt;I didn't even think Ed read, much less read books from the library or even patronized the library.&lt;br /&gt;Edmund, if you ever stumble across this post, I'm sorry if it offends you or Marcus! You guys keep on toying with your PSP all the time it's quite hard for me to picture you guys as anything else but normal guys. o_o&lt;br /&gt;;D&lt;br /&gt;He was reading 'The Definitive Book of Body Language' by Allen Pease.&lt;br /&gt;-Shoot me and string me up by my grinning carcass by the ankle for laughing to the grave.-&lt;br /&gt;I'm dead serious!&lt;br /&gt;It was so &lt;em&gt;funny&lt;/em&gt;, and it made my jaw kiss the ground.&lt;br /&gt;I don't ever recall seeing &lt;em&gt;guys&lt;/em&gt; read this kind of book (if you exclude the guy who &lt;em&gt;wrote&lt;/em&gt; the book for being a guy.) Well there's a first time for everything, but boy, that one was the best first time I've had in quite a while.&lt;br /&gt;It kept a smile on my face the whole night. -contains herself before she spams smileys again-&lt;br /&gt;So we went and made photoframes for the mission trip.&lt;br /&gt;Our current goal is 300. Jesus Christ help us.&lt;br /&gt;If you think the idea of Edmund reading stumps you, wait till I tell you that Marcus and Ed are actually really creative.&lt;br /&gt;Their photoframes (made from foam) made mine look like some amateur work, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;Marcus has really awesome designs. I sort of copped mine off his, so he's still the pioneer in a way. But I got astounded a second time that night, for He was really trying to make me see how much depth my guy friends actually have.&lt;br /&gt;I know in this post I sound like I'm dissing guys, and I make them sound like shallow, one-dimensional idiots. And the revelation that Marcus and Ed are deeper than I thought they were makes me sound evil.&lt;br /&gt;Guys out there, forgive me.&lt;br /&gt;To be truthful with you, to me guys were beings that didn't really care for emotion, or emotion wasn't of a high priority to them, like it is to us girls. I thought they didn't really care for feelings.&lt;br /&gt;They can be pretty dispassionate at times. But a fatal thing I overlooked even though I have guy friends was that they do have feelings no matter what. They did have depth, no matter what because they're human.&lt;br /&gt;(It's okay if this is pretty deep for you because I'm currently having issues, it's okay. It's not you.&lt;br /&gt;You're not the insane one if you don't get what I'm trying to say here. Don't worry. ;))&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm starting to like my brothers in Christ alot for who they are and who I just realized they could be.&lt;br /&gt;;D -smiles-&lt;br /&gt;Ytd's meeting revealed to me that there are sides to Marcus and Edmund that I don't know, and I need to stop taking not just them, but guys in general, by face value.&lt;br /&gt;My two brothers in Christ here cost pretty dearly if you wanna talk about face value, but let's not go into that.&lt;br /&gt;I need to stop being a superficial person and liking people for their looks and judging them by their looks too.&lt;br /&gt;I'm working on it. ;D&lt;br /&gt;So my darling guy friends (yes if you're a guy and you're reading this and you've ever seen me cry you're one of them) I'm sorry about having been so narrow minded about guys. I'm working on it. Working on it! I still love you all as much though, maybe more.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been leaving quotes for quite a while now.&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to find one on love at quotegarden.com, but it's like a gazillion pages long. Sheesh i got some really good ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There is no surprise more magical than the surprise of being loved. It is God's finger on man's shoulder. ~Charles Morgan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have to walk carefully in the beginning of love; the running across fields into your lover's arms can only come later when you're sure they won't laugh if you trip. ~Jonathan Carroll, "Outside the Dog Museum"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is the only sane and satisfactory answer to the problem of human existence. ~Eric Fromm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Infatuation is when you think he's as sexy as Robert Redford, as smart as Henry Kissinger, as noble as Ralph Nader, as funny as Woody Allen, and as athletic as Jimmy Conners. Love is when you realize that he's as sexy as Woody Allen, as smart as Jimmy Connors, as funny as Ralph Nader, as athletic as Henry Kissinger and nothing like Robert Redford - but you'll take him anyway. ~Judith Viorst, Redbook, 1975&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is only a dirty trick played on us to achieve continuation of the species. ~W. Somerset Maugham, A Writer's Notebook, 1949&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When love is not madness, it is not love. ~Pedro Calderon de la Barca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I love you because you're beautiful,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Or are you beautiful because I love you?~Richard Rodgers and Oscar Hammerstein II, Cinderella&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you see, each day I love you more&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today more than yesterday and less than tomorrow.~Rosemonde Gerard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget love - I'd rather fall in chocolate! ~Sandra J. Dykes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is a symbol of eternity. It wipes out all sense of time, destroying all memory of a beginning and all fear of an end. ~Author Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is a sweet tyranny, because the lover endureth his torments willingly. ~Proverb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hate leaves ugly scars, love leaves beautiful ones. ~Mignon McLaughlin, The Second Neurotic's Notebook, 1966&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The art of love... is largely the art of persistence. ~Albert Ellis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love one another and you will be happy. It's as simple and as difficult as that. ~Michael Leunig&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who would give a law to lovers? Love is unto itself a higher law. ~Boethius, The Consolation of Philosophy, A.D. 524&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who, being loved, is poor? ~Oscar Wilde&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love must be as much a light, as it is a flame. ~Henry David Thoreau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd love to give you all of them which I thought were nice, but I might as well give you the URL and have you see for yourself. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quotegarden.com/love.html"&gt;http://www.quotegarden.com/love.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6629895293579761117-7456942208570889423?l=miniature-horny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miniature-horny.blogspot.com/feeds/7456942208570889423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;He is &lt;u&gt;big.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Big.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Big.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Big.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Big.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Big.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So so so so so &lt;em&gt;soooo&lt;/em&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BIG.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;He's indescribable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So indescribable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;From the highest of heights to the depths of the sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Creation's revealing Your majesty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;From the colors of fall to the fragrance of spring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Every creature unique in the song that it sings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;All exclaiming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Indescribable, uncontainable,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;You placed the stars in the sky and You know them by name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;You are amazing God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;All powerful, untameable,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Awestruck we fall to our knees as we humbly proclaim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;You are amazing God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Who has told every lightning bolt where it should go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Or seen heavenly storehouses laden with snow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Who imagined the sun and gives source to its light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Yet conceals it to bring us the coolness of night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;None can fathom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Indescribable, uncontainable,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;You placed the stars in the sky and You know them by name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;You are amazing God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;All powerful, untameable,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Awestruck we fall to our knees as we humbly proclaim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;You are amazing God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;You are amazing God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Indescribable, uncontainable,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;You placed the stars in the sky and You know them by name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;You are amazing God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;All powerful, untameable,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Awestruck we fall to our knees as we humbly proclaim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;You are amazing God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Indescribable, uncontainable,You placed the stars in the sky and You know them by name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;You are amazing God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Incomparable, unchangeable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;You see the depths of my heart and You love me the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;You are amazing God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;You are amazing God &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This is so crazy, people. You should see this, and bear in mind how small we are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Small. Like &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;small.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Because it says in the Bible that God &lt;em&gt;measures&lt;/em&gt; the &lt;em&gt;universe &lt;/em&gt;in the span of His hand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Imagine that, an entire universe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Guys, just hold up your hand and imagine how God measures the universe in His hand. It's like millions and trillions of lightyears long. We'll have to think up another measuring unit altogether just to imagine that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I mean, I know&lt;em&gt; I&lt;/em&gt; just can't believe it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S9jZ27b1-us/STFVK4sutOI/AAAAAAAABg8/tfWs6uW1g50/s1600-h/264202main_catseye_full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274090284134610146" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S9jZ27b1-us/STFVK4sutOI/AAAAAAAABg8/tfWs6uW1g50/s200/264202main_catseye_full.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Cat Eye Nebula&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S9jZ27b1-us/STFVJUKW3BI/AAAAAAAABgc/tg3qWU2Lc-U/s1600-h/113420main_image_feature_314_helix_full_ys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274090257146895378" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S9jZ27b1-us/STFVJUKW3BI/AAAAAAAABgc/tg3qWU2Lc-U/s200/113420main_image_feature_314_helix_full_ys.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Helix Galaxy, or more commonly known as the Eye of God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;God's always watching.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S9jZ27b1-us/STFVKersMFI/AAAAAAAABg0/W7vlvu8kP_M/s1600-h/1353~Hourglass-Nebula-Print-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274090277150928978" style="WIDTH: 158px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S9jZ27b1-us/STFVKersMFI/AAAAAAAABg0/W7vlvu8kP_M/s200/1353~Hourglass-Nebula-Print-Posters.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The Hourglass Nebula&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S9jZ27b1-us/STFVKNqkZQI/AAAAAAAABgs/eavFk_ljG-4/s1600-h/1280_wallpaper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274090272582821122" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S9jZ27b1-us/STFVKNqkZQI/AAAAAAAABgs/eavFk_ljG-4/s200/1280_wallpaper.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The Sombrero Galaxy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S9jZ27b1-us/STFVJlLVJcI/AAAAAAAABgk/gcO2v2tHiug/s1600-h/M51_whirlpool_galaxy_black_hole.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274090261714380226" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 187px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S9jZ27b1-us/STFVJlLVJcI/AAAAAAAABgk/gcO2v2tHiug/s200/M51_whirlpool_galaxy_black_hole.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And the most amazing one by far.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In the middle of the Darling Whirlpool Galaxy, lies the one thing which astounded most of the Christian world when they saw it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Louie Giglio said the right thing when he mused that God was just waiting for us to point the camera in the right direction at the right time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Can you believe &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; Father made &lt;strong&gt;all&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;that?&lt;/em&gt; ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6629895293579761117-9219679149894222843?l=miniature-horny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miniature-horny.blogspot.com/feeds/9219679149894222843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6629895293579761117&amp;postID=9219679149894222843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629895293579761117/posts/default/9219679149894222843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629895293579761117/posts/default/9219679149894222843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miniature-horny.blogspot.com/2008/11/he-is-big.html' title=''/><author><name>high! sierra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12719299596706365912</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/_S9jZ27b1-us/STFVK4sutOI/AAAAAAAABg8/tfWs6uW1g50/s72-c/264202main_catseye_full.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6629895293579761117.post-7546935159515614228</id><published>2008-11-26T06:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T06:39:18.641-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, I know I haven't been blogging agh. Where do I start?&lt;br /&gt;Okay, first of all, what about the trip to the zoo with my elder brother? ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday I went to the zoo with Hoekang to revisit our childhood memories. Or so we say.&lt;br /&gt;We met at Tanah Merah MRT at 7:30 in the morn, and it was the first time I've woken up so early in a longgg while. So you can guess my estimated energy levels.&lt;br /&gt;I yawned and yawned and yawned and yawned like it was nothing. And Hoekang was laughing at me all the way to Khatib. Yikes.&lt;br /&gt;Reached Khatib at 8.30, and the line for the shuttle bus was like -cranes neck-&lt;br /&gt;We had to wait three buses before we could get on. In the meantime we freaked Dawn out when she sent both of us the same message telling us to enjoy ourselves at the zoo. And we replied her with exactly the same message and she went like 'OMG are you guys together? Because you replied the exact same thing and that is scary.' Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Reached the zoo and went to collect our goodie bags. Well, they weren't much of goodie bags, more like zoo survival packs. Then it was really funny when he had to impersonate my older brother (let's just say that I have one) when we were gonna enter the gate. He had an adult ticket while I had the child one (Natasha pangsehed us for a fever!) and the guy who took our tickets did a double take at mine, but went all 'Okay enjoy yourselves at the zoo!' all cheerily and waved us through the gate.&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Close shave. We were going to make our way into the zoo when this staff with a camera approached a couple just behind us and went, 'Hello, excuse me ma'am, we're on this mission to take pictures of every family in this zoo,' and Hoekang and I heard and we just looked at each other, we didn't have to speak the same thing ("Time to scram!"), we just went pwhoosh-buhbye before the guy could approach us.&lt;br /&gt;Went to Palm Park for the event, some family day thing.  Wanted to stay for the lucky draw, where I told Hoekang that if I did win anything at all that day I'd jump into the polar bears' den.&lt;br /&gt;I have already incurred a lot of debts. My debts to eat my shirt if I cried on the last day of school &lt;s&gt;which I did&lt;/s&gt;, one to jump into the pool if I cleared up my misunderstanding with Hydrus &lt;s&gt;which I did&lt;/s&gt;, and this one, to jump into the polar bears' or white tigers' den if I won something during the entire duration of our stay in the zoo.  White tiger or polar bear, Hoekang really isn't fussy, aren't you, Monkey? ;D&lt;br /&gt;Well we didn't really stay to find out.&lt;br /&gt;The number of people there for the event, you wouldn't believe, honestly. Wanted to get a tattoo or face paint, but GAH. There were just too manymanymany people, renshanrenhai. AGH.&lt;br /&gt;So we went to tour the zoo.&lt;br /&gt;It was quite productive, really, I must say. We toured about 3/4 of the entire zoo, and that is quite a feat if you've been dragged up at 7 in the morning on days which you would probably have spent sleeping in till 12 usually. Went to see the white tiger, polar bear, elephants, you name it, we saw it. Went to KFC two times for brief respites. Bought LARGE drinks.&lt;br /&gt;Me and Hoekang bet on our top five 6A people who would get married and settled with a family first.&lt;br /&gt;Hoekang bet on Dawn, Xueyi, Jiepin, Zihan and Weihan.&lt;br /&gt;I bet on Hoekang, Dawn, Yangzhi, Jiepin and Zihan.&lt;br /&gt;You guys mentioned here, if you see this, know that if Hoekang loses, that is to say, if I get more hits than him, he'll have to eat an entire platter of baked rice with cheese from 18 Chefs. ;D&lt;br /&gt;Collection of the bet is set for 10 years from now.&lt;br /&gt;;D&lt;br /&gt;Yep.&lt;br /&gt;That was about it for our sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for missions meeting aft that.&lt;br /&gt;We were making puppets! ;D only Edmund and Tina were there.&lt;br /&gt;Actually Edmund &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; quite nice. As in, I've always known that but the three of us talked more to each other that day. It was a nice feeling ;D&lt;br /&gt;I mean who ever heard of brothers and sisters in Christ in the same cell not talking to each other?&lt;br /&gt;My puppet's name is Dorothy. ;D reminds me of the green dino from the Auss show the Wiggles.&lt;br /&gt;Then we went home. And Aunty Pauline is bent on making me perform ballet during the WHF barbie.&lt;br /&gt;Haha sheesh. Not going to happen.&lt;br /&gt;I hope he comes. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much has been happening recently.&lt;br /&gt;Besides the fact that we'll be doing a dance perf this Friday, to give the little Kinderland kids time to change on their graduation night perf.&lt;br /&gt;Dancing everyday has its prices to pay.&lt;br /&gt;Like aching inside thighs and necks and blisters and aching toes and joints and muscles oooh.&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere is achinggg.&lt;br /&gt;Mummy's on a plane to the States as we speak!&lt;br /&gt;And she shall buy me and Yongkang lots of food including m'beloved pretzellls.&lt;br /&gt;OOOH. Pretzels and bulging packets of Lays and Ruffles, and Hotpockets. ;D&lt;br /&gt;I'm drooling just thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;Went to the library on Monday and went on this borrowing binge.&lt;br /&gt;16 books! ;D&lt;br /&gt;Two which are my beloved Monk series in book form.&lt;br /&gt;It's been a year since I've seen Monk.&lt;br /&gt;He's this AMAZING detective with obsessive-compulsive disorder who can solve crimes before you can say ouch. It's like his series is a comedy/mystery/action/thriller all in one.&lt;br /&gt;Shall go on Youtube and spam his vids. ;D&lt;br /&gt;Yep, that's about all, folks.&lt;br /&gt;Will be going with YK to see Eleanor's sch's play tmr!&lt;br /&gt;Oh btw &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;big&gt;happy birthday tmr Pengjie!&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6629895293579761117-7546935159515614228?l=miniature-horny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miniature-horny.blogspot.com/feeds/7546935159515614228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6629895293579761117&amp;postID=7546935159515614228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629895293579761117/posts/default/7546935159515614228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629895293579761117/posts/default/7546935159515614228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miniature-horny.blogspot.com/2008/11/okay-i-know-i-havent-been-blogging-agh.html' title=''/><author><name>high! sierra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12719299596706365912</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-6629895293579761117.post-6355571378025452579</id><published>2008-11-19T19:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T19:49:46.027-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ahhh.&lt;br /&gt;It's been a month now and I need to focus.&lt;br /&gt;Need to do work, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;And it's been nearly a week now, I need to get a grip on myself, can't be so high anymore.&lt;br /&gt;;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D&lt;br /&gt;Lol blame Xiaowen! Initially I wasn't exactly highhighhigh anymore, it had alr faded a little bit but she blogged about the bbq and I went to blogsurf and I reminisced and now it's all coming back it's the HOLY MOMENTTTTT!&lt;br /&gt;Trust me it's abnormal for me to be so happy and I'd understand if you guys want to stop reading me so often seeing as it's like I'm always so megahappy these days.&lt;br /&gt;;D&lt;br /&gt;NATASHA'S coming over!&lt;br /&gt;We're going to gorge ourselves on Ramlyburgers and bubbletea. You'll see.&lt;br /&gt;And I haven't been running 2.4 regularly anymore, sucks D: I need to run.&lt;br /&gt;Have been growing fat. -gasp-&lt;br /&gt;Really really fat, it's not even funny.&lt;br /&gt;As in, I still love myself and think I'm mighty damn fine, but.. mmhmm.&lt;br /&gt;The thighs are a little too chunky now D: I look like a dinosaur. Hhmm.&lt;br /&gt;Okayokayokay I shall start running again. Seriously. I am going to start running again, I promise.&lt;br /&gt;After today's ramlyburgers and japanese pizza cuz the pasar malam's in TOWNNNN! ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6629895293579761117-6355571378025452579?l=miniature-horny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miniature-horny.blogspot.com/feeds/6355571378025452579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6629895293579761117&amp;postID=6355571378025452579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629895293579761117/posts/default/6355571378025452579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629895293579761117/posts/default/6355571378025452579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miniature-horny.blogspot.com/2008/11/ahhh.html' title=''/><author><name>high! sierra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12719299596706365912</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-6629895293579761117.post-1098059031702208680</id><published>2008-11-18T07:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T07:56:26.745-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay I shouldn't always stay up so late.&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling really guilty, haven't done chinese like I promised my mom.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm watching this show which I think is CSI Miami. ;D&lt;br /&gt;YAY MIAMI ;D&lt;br /&gt;Miami Gators waha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhm. Spring-cleaned my house ytd. Well, not really my house, more of the bookshelves.&lt;br /&gt;But it's still a sight for sore eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Okay tag replies have been delayed for quite a while now, so yes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Char:&lt;/strong&gt; Haha thanks to you too dear! For being so high aft reading my posts haha ;D And I shall hug you the next time I see you I promise ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Grace:&lt;/strong&gt; Hello dearest! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Clar:&lt;/strong&gt; Hello! I'm glad to have met you and to have you in my class next year, you sound friendly;D Tagged! Linked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Natasha:&lt;/strong&gt; Ohhhhhh yes I'm still so happy. The highness HAS NOT YET FADED! Thanks for being so high too on my behalf darling. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Weeqin:&lt;/strong&gt; Aww you sound so -awkward silence- XD I know it's quite unnatural for me to be so high but I'm really happy for having found forgiveness and for having found my friends again. ;D And your tissue was really a big help, it was touching. That whole night was a fairytale night, really memorable, yeah I agree. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Michelle:&lt;/strong&gt; BEARHUG BACK! ;D I'm so glad I can hug you again. I really am. And I read your post, and you know what? Apology accepted, friend forgiven, dear. I'm so glad and grateful that we patched it up, it was a MIRACLE. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yu-Zhen:&lt;/strong&gt; AHAHAHAHHA SAME CLASS! Yes I know don't get started on the -weird url name- business againnn! D: Hahaha ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cherylgay:&lt;/strong&gt; I want to watch Madagascar w you too. Are you sure you're okay, gay? I'm worried about you. Sorry about your hamster D: hope it's RIP D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jamie:&lt;/strong&gt; Well it's always nice to spread the love and smile. I KNOWWW MY SMILEYS ARE INFECTIOUS BUT I'M REALLY REALLY REALLY STILL HAPPY ;D You'll be seeing lots more smileys from meee. ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D&lt;br /&gt;Like that. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dawn:&lt;/strong&gt; I'm posting m'dear! And it's okay dear. I know the three of our schedules are seriously always clashing. But we'll find some way for us to meet up when you come back! Though I'm not sure the pasar malam will still be there when you come back D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sarah:&lt;/strong&gt; HAHAHA RAHRAH I know I can't wait to see you next year. But my combo isn't Bio+Chem+Hist+Lit leh. It's only Bio+Chem+Lit. D: But oh well. ;D SAME CLASS! And you missed the barbie youuu! Haha ;D It's okay really everything's okay now! I'm so happy I tell you I'll spread the happiness to you first thing first day of school! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, yes as you can tell, I STILL can't believe that this is really happening to me.&lt;br /&gt;This feels so paradoxical: I'm watching CSI Miami and blogging about such a happy thing and drinking milk and it all clashes. And my hair is still wet from my shower, and I have no idea why I'm telling you this. CSI is such a pulse-gripping show and I'm so relaxed and all haha-esque. Oh WOW.&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god the woman in CSI just rammed her car into a dumpster. Ohhhhlord at least they caught the baddie again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Note to self: Idealists are not cut out for shows like CSI Miami. ;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6629895293579761117-1098059031702208680?l=miniature-horny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miniature-horny.blogspot.com/feeds/1098059031702208680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6629895293579761117&amp;postID=1098059031702208680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629895293579761117/posts/default/1098059031702208680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629895293579761117/posts/default/1098059031702208680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miniature-horny.blogspot.com/2008/11/okay-i-shouldnt-always-stay-up-so-late.html' title=''/><author><name>high! sierra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12719299596706365912</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-6629895293579761117.post-2404828294737386259</id><published>2008-11-16T21:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T21:43:06.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay you know what I look back on these posts and I think it's embarrassing how happy I am. But I'm still happy!&lt;br /&gt;It's so unbelievable still. Haha;D&lt;br /&gt;I keep on reminiscing (yes Yanwen ;D) and I keep on remembering not just that night but the happy moments I had with Hydrus way before and I'm so overwhelmed and grateful that I didn't give up, that all WAS NOT LOST!&lt;br /&gt;People if you hang in there, miracles CAN happen!;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to drink bubble tea with my bestie.&lt;br /&gt;Since I'm grounded I can't really go out so I asked her to come over and accompany a lonely soul.&lt;br /&gt;Wheee~&lt;br /&gt;It's okay Yanwen I'll try to sneak out to your house SOMEHOW and have that sleepover with Mish we planned. ;D&lt;br /&gt;Love to the WORLDDD!&lt;br /&gt;Still so FREAKING OVERJOYED, HAPPY, ECSTATIC, COMPLETELY DIZZY WITH PLEASURE, TOTALLY CONTENT, ABSOLUTELY BLISSFUL!&lt;br /&gt;-overload with smileys again!-&lt;br /&gt;:D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6629895293579761117-2404828294737386259?l=miniature-horny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miniature-horny.blogspot.com/feeds/2404828294737386259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6629895293579761117&amp;postID=2404828294737386259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629895293579761117/posts/default/2404828294737386259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629895293579761117/posts/default/2404828294737386259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miniature-horny.blogspot.com/2008/11/okay-you-know-what-i-look-back-on-these.html' title=''/><author><name>high! sierra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12719299596706365912</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-6629895293579761117.post-1944268819068284677</id><published>2008-11-14T22:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T22:23:36.957-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've got peace like a river,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've got joy overflowing,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've got love, everlasting in my souuuuuuul. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;IN MY SOUL! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ahhhhh. I have this warm feeling in my chest and I havent eaten like anything, and yet I have so much energy and everything, it's like the joy is sustaining me better than any food can!&lt;br /&gt;I feel so much like whistleeeeeng~ -dooodedooodedoooo-&lt;br /&gt;Ohmannn it's like I'm going &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;nuts!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm smiling all over the place now, and I'm still wondering how this &lt;strong&gt;could&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, in my wildest dreams. How could my wish have come true?&lt;br /&gt;And to think I was thinking of turning realist. ._.&lt;br /&gt;Guess I should stick to idealism. I'm just that kind of fairytale-sucker person HAHAHA:D&lt;br /&gt;I know I must look like a complete utter idiot to people outside. Like all the while I was going to make a new ezlink card I was smiling as I was walking, smiling as I was on the bus, in the train, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;everywhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Lol!&lt;br /&gt;It's so unbelievable. UN-BEE-LEEVE-AH-BALLLL.&lt;br /&gt;Okay that was wrong but NEVERMINDDD.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so happy, thanks you guys.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks so much Hydrus for accepting me as your own, I couldn't have asked for a better ending yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;And the best thing of all was that I &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; ask for it, it just came to me and I feel so &lt;big&gt;blessed and content and I feel like a better person already! :)&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankyouall for giving me a second chance. I will cherish it so much, and I'll never let it slip again.&lt;br /&gt;-doodedoodedooooo still whistleeng ;)-&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh I have ballet later, couldn't be a more wonderful day in my lifeee.&lt;br /&gt;With friends, the world seems brighter somehow. I'm so glad and grateful. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;:D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6629895293579761117-1944268819068284677?l=miniature-horny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miniature-horny.blogspot.com/feeds/1944268819068284677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6629895293579761117&amp;postID=1944268819068284677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629895293579761117/posts/default/1944268819068284677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629895293579761117/posts/default/1944268819068284677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miniature-horny.blogspot.com/2008/11/ive-got-peace-like-river-ive-got-joy.html' title=''/><author><name>high! sierra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12719299596706365912</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-6629895293579761117.post-7988988449260647463</id><published>2008-11-14T08:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T10:01:11.202-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh my gosh, I don't know where to start!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Its gonna be a night (cant wait)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To remember (aw man)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Come on now, big fun (alright)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Its gonna be the night (I guess)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To last forever (lucky us)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well never ever ever forget!&lt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh lord, I need to calm down, it's already 12.40 and I'm still so high it's not even funny.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where to start and I think it'd be really long winded to start from ballet class, so.&lt;br /&gt;Okay fine, ballet was okay, just the same, we finished Valse Printemps. Really tired! All thru the class I was worrying about the Hydrus barbie. Wait till I get to tell you what happened you'd never believe me. Never ever ever ever ever ever~&lt;br /&gt;So I arrived at the Tanamera with my guitar and some dark clothes cuz the Wens wanted to swim so I borrowed them some clothes. :D&lt;br /&gt;Half the people were at the pit, some were at the playground, most were in the function room. The guys were in there with Michelle and Yanwen, playing with Xiaowen's guitar. I didn't want to be in the room then, so I just went down to eat.&lt;br /&gt;It was quite okay. The food was delicious! (although I only ate like one chicken wing.) Lol. Then okay fast forwarddd&gt;&gt; I was grabbing myself some curry when suddenly out of the blue Xiaowen was like 'Oh eh later after we play the song you going to talk to the guys and everybody right?'&lt;br /&gt;I was so startled I nearly dropped my cup - I never even planned to do anything like that, and I told her so. Then Shiu and Mao were listening and they were like 'Yeah you should.'&lt;br /&gt;'Eh today is the last chance to clear all the misunderstandings leh. You should do it!'&lt;br /&gt;I was in terminal shock. Like seriously because I was so scared. I was completely freaking out because the suggestion made so much sense and without knowing it in a split second I already knew what I wanted to say to them. It was like my body making a decision and my mind struggling to come to terms with it. I really did want to talk to all my old friends and clear everything up with them but so much had happened, it was a bit too much to ask for, for them to forgive me and for us to start afresh next year. I was so scared it wouldn't really work. 'Are you sure the guys would take it seriously, like would they?'&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway I'd made up my mind to do it, and I was being stupid, so I told them 'Okay, fine. If we do clear up all the misunderstandings I'll throw myself into the pool.'&lt;br /&gt;Little did I know I was going to eat my words lol.&lt;br /&gt;It was crazy, I was in a state of freaking out the whole time I was waiting for all of them to go up into the function room. It was so scary, I MEAN SCARY. Shiu and Mao were like 'It's okay, you can do it! You can do it! Just settle everything today!' and Shiu went on to say that the girls really liked me, it was more of like one person disliking me, and all the other guys following suit, they really hadn't meant to, and they all probably knew it was a huge misunderstanding anyway. And I believed her, I really wanted to.&lt;br /&gt;Then Yanwen and Michelle came down to search for the guys. I'd taken one of her mentos and I was like 'Hey nahhere your mentos' and then she was like 'Oh okay.' And I don't know where it came from it sounded so ego and pathetic but I said 'You can hug me now I'm not sweaty anymore.' Cuz I'd come from ballet class and I was stinky and sweaty like shit, and Yan and Mish wanted to hug me but I told them not to. Then now since I wasn't sweaty anymore and I was feeling reckless, I wanted to hug Yanwen and we ended up hugging and it was crazy because it was REAL. Like I told her that I really missed her and she said she really missed me. I told her I hadn't talked to her for so long and she went like 'Yeah.' And when we drew back Michelle came over and then I don't know. After like &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;four odd months of not talking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I just hugged her and this was the most surprising thing - I wanted to apologize to her but she apologized to me. She just went like 'Eh I'm so sorry.' And I drew back from the hug and asked 'Huh? For what?' I really didn't know. And she was hesitating, and then she said 'Well, I don't know how to say leh. Where to start?' And we were both grinning like crazy, I was about to cry and I told her 'Hey I'm going to talk to everybody later don't make me cry when I haven't even started!' And I told her it was really okay and all that, even though I'd been really hurt it was really okay, it was all OVER. Like, all forgiven. And then Yan popped in wanting to plan a sleepover and it was so funny, we resolved to talk everything over during a sleepover at Yan's house in the future, just the three of us. Just this blessing was enough for today but there was much more.&lt;br /&gt;So all of us went up to the function room by way of news that Xiaowen wanted to perform lol. And we did, we performed A Lonely September. But it was far from perfect and yet so perfect, how do I explain it? We forgot the lyrics. Like, well, I forgot the lyrics, I was so nervous. And just like after the bridge of the song I freaked out and went like 'Oh shit can't sing anymore, Wen' and Jiajian and Weiheng stood up and started clapping like they always do, and everybody called 'ENCOREEEE!' It was just really high and I was &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;about to cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, could you believe me.&lt;br /&gt;Then Xiaowen played Qingtian, which I didn't know how to sing lol. And after it, she was talking to Hydrus. It was really touching and I thought she was going to talk to them so I waited, and then suddenly, in the middle of saying stuff like 'We should clear up all our misunderstandings and be a real Hydrus family today. I mean, see, nearly everybody turned up today!' And then she turned to me and went 'Well today it's the last chance for all of us to clear up everything you know, and I think that ever since Wenxin joined our class it's been pretty high right? Cuz she always very high.' I rmb thinking along the lines of a huge 'HUH?' and she went, 'Well, I think Wenxin has something to say.'&lt;br /&gt;So I took Xiaowen's place on the table. It was really quiet while I got up there because the guys were applauding for Wen. They were probably awkward cuz they didn't know what I was going to tackle. But it was okay, because I just really said everything I wanted to say.&lt;br /&gt;I went, 'Well, okay, Hydrus. I guess you can notice that I have lost my slang in the year that I was with you.' Total silence, but I ploughed on. And told them how much I was sorry, everything I wanted so much to say. It all just came pouring out, and I was just - I started crying like 5 seconds into my 'monologue', unbelievable lah. I apologized for bringing different beliefs back from the States and flaunting them here, and I told them that I knew that some of them probably thought I was a bitch or a weirdo or whatever. And I apologized.&lt;br /&gt;Then I addressed the Justinn problem. There were a few giggles in the beginning and a few oohhs and ahhs when I mentioned his name but I told them we were never a couple. And I REALLY THINK HYDRUS BELIEVED ME and I'm so GRATEFUL and HAPPY, I just cried. I told them I knew I'd made lots of childish, naive mistakes. And affected Justinn's rep, and caused him to get into trouble with his teachers, family, friends, coaches, etc. And I settled the misunderstanding, I'm so FREAKING HAPPY!&lt;br /&gt;Then I apologized to all the girls, in turn, in case I'd been mean to them or seemed like a little too open and all that. I was really in tears, but I was laughing. Like laughing through my tears and Weeqin provided a little timely comic relief by offering me a tissue - thanks, Wee. :D&lt;br /&gt;And I apologized to all the guys. I told them that they had been my closest friends once, and that I really hoped to clear the misunderstanding with them.&lt;br /&gt;And then I told the entire class that I hoped that I could prove to them that I can be a better person next year - even if we were in different classes. I hoped that we could still be friends.&lt;br /&gt;And then just when I thought it was over Wen was like 'I think you should explicitly call out the guys' names, force it out of them, make them face your apology.'&lt;br /&gt;So I did, I called out Jiajian, Weiheng, Jon, Justin Sim. I think they were a little embarrassed but it was a huge load off my chest. It's true what Sinyee said before - I hadn't really been doing anything to solve the problem between Hydrus and I. The load off my chest was the relief that I HAD done something. Really tried and &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;done something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(OMG NEWSFLASH it's one thirty in the morning as I type this and Channel U is broadcasting the National Anthem. Okay sorry random lol :D)&lt;br /&gt;And then I thanked Michelle and Yan for being there for me in the beginning. :D&lt;br /&gt;And yeah. So I was done and I just ended with a choked-up 'Thank you, Hydrus.' And what really made me shocked beyond my wildest imagination was that they clapped. They applauded me and I was so touched and taken aback, I only wanted to apologize, nothing more. And yet they clapped and I was so happy, so wonderfully happy that I &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;started crying again. ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;And then Shiuwen was like 'Okay do we all agree that this misunderstanding is cleared?'&lt;br /&gt;And the guys were like silent for a moment.&lt;br /&gt;Then Xiaowen pressed, 'Is this misunderstanding cleared anot? Eh, guys!'&lt;br /&gt;Then they were like 'We just said!'&lt;br /&gt;'Is it cleared anot. That means next year no more of such misunderstanding alr!'&lt;br /&gt;'Is it cleared anot? Eh, Toon!'&lt;br /&gt;Then Justinn was like &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;'Yes, it's cleared!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everybody just started laughing and applauding again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's going to be a night to remember. It was perfect.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Shiu went,' Okay Wenxin you gotta go jump in the pool liao!'&lt;br /&gt;'Oh yaaaa. Oh shit I have to?'&lt;br /&gt;Then Xiaowen went like 'Okay everyone Wenxin said just now that if she cleared this misunderstanding she would go jump in the pool!'&lt;br /&gt;And the guys were like hooting and Jiajian went like 'Okay Wenxin you can but Michelle must jump with you!' Lol another one of their jokes again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;And you know what, this time I laughed.&lt;br /&gt;I was once again part of their big family. Maybe I always had been and didn't notice, or was too wrapped up in my own emotions to care. So foolish of me. But today I did. I realized so much today.&lt;br /&gt;That true friends can truly be reunited. And potential lifelongs friendships can be resparked. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG so cheesy I know but I'm really too happy to care anymore.&lt;br /&gt;My eyes are hurting and my grammar sucks here but I don't care.&lt;br /&gt;We went all cam-whore at the end of the party and took class photos.&lt;br /&gt;Mr Lim was here and he was probably listening to my entire confession but I know I did the right thing I'm not embarrassed or ashamed.&lt;br /&gt;I just need to tone down my open-ness a little. And hopefully next year will be GREAT.&lt;br /&gt;I hope I can prove that I can be a better person.&lt;br /&gt;I really hope so!&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to jump in the pool but it was closed already D:&lt;br /&gt;PraiseGod, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;IN MY ENTIRE FREAKING EXISTENCE. ALL THROUGH THE PREVIOUS SIX MONTHS I WAS SO HURT AND SO DEPRESSED AND SO IN PAIN I REALLY DID NOT FEEL LIKE FORGIVING ANYONE. BUT I DID, and I AM SO PROUD OF MYSELF. I knew for a fact that once, I hated the whole lot of them, but I was so tired and part of me didn't want to anymore. I hated them for leaving me out and hurting me, but I knew that I'd hurt them too (well some of them) and that I'd probably done something to cause my own plight.&lt;br /&gt;IN MY ENTIRE EXISTENCE. IN THOSE PAST SIX MONTHS I THOUGHT THAT I WOULD NEVER BE FORGIVEN. I THOUGHT THAT OUR FRIENDSHIPS were NEVER going to be patched up again, and that it would take nothing short of a miracle to bring us back together.  I never ever believed that before today anything like this could happen. Not even in my wildest dreams ( heck I didn't even dream about anything like that.)&lt;br /&gt;Well you all know what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;A &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;miracle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; happened today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;And it couldn't have been better, and I wouldn't have had it any way else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All those months of struggling to forgive, now off my shoulders, no longer my burden because I have already forgiven them and have been forgiven. Well, at least if not completely, then we all made the first big leap of faith together today. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Their names are no longer taboos, nor is my name a taboo with them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I am so so so happy. Kudos to the person who can correctly count the number of 'happys' in this post.&lt;br /&gt;And you know what? People out there who are despairing - I despaired like you all once, too. I did really stupid things. But despair is really necessary, and if you can hang on tight (hold on to your rope and don't let go, and don't kill yourself in the next few months) you'll see that miracles DO happen. Today was a realy example that I firmly believe in now, and next time you guys are despairing, any of you, my friends, I will CHEER YOU UP! It is a promise!&lt;br /&gt;I love the whole world. And all its crazy things. I AM SO HAPPY. HEEHEETEEHEE :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Aunty Pauline and my beloved WHF cell, I think all your prayers and mine paid off. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6629895293579761117-7988988449260647463?l=miniature-horny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miniature-horny.blogspot.com/feeds/7988988449260647463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6629895293579761117&amp;postID=7988988449260647463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629895293579761117/posts/default/7988988449260647463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629895293579761117/posts/default/7988988449260647463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miniature-horny.blogspot.com/2008/11/oh-my-gosh-i-dont-know-where-to-start.html' title=''/><author><name>high! sierra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12719299596706365912</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-6629895293579761117.post-4608330977626335256</id><published>2008-11-13T22:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T22:53:44.238-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am so bored, it's not even funny. D:&lt;br /&gt;Class bbq today. Hm.&lt;br /&gt;I.. honestly don't know how to feel. I need to like decide on what I want to do and then do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Forgive or forget or both? Forgive first then forget?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Wonder if it'll be fun later. Jieyu told us not to get our hopes up; maybe she's right. I should just go all morbid but people would take me for emo again. ._.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, emo is not a crime. D: I never even knew about emo till people started associating me with emo and I'm like, "Huh?! I am?"&lt;br /&gt;It's so unfair, the labels you gain in high school. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wen wants to play A Lonely Sept. It'll be nice. :D&lt;br /&gt;I need to make Dear stop sounding so metallic. It's that strangling guitar scenario all over again. D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6629895293579761117-4608330977626335256?l=miniature-horny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miniature-horny.blogspot.com/feeds/4608330977626335256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6629895293579761117&amp;postID=4608330977626335256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629895293579761117/posts/default/4608330977626335256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629895293579761117/posts/default/4608330977626335256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miniature-horny.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-am-so-bored-its-not-even-funny.html' title=''/><author><name>high! sierra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12719299596706365912</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-6629895293579761117.post-3511823016180650202</id><published>2008-11-13T06:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T07:10:49.429-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I got my darling guitar! :D&lt;br /&gt;Really happy now.&lt;br /&gt;My guitar's name is Dear, because... well, she cost really dear. Trust me, a lot happened while we went to shop for her today - me, Wen and Ling.&lt;br /&gt;Aiya nevermind what happened, you wouldn't want to hear it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need to sleep soon, my eyes are hurting.&lt;br /&gt;Went with Char to Haji Lane yesterday, and it rocked! Although I owe Char alot of money (and Ling too.)&lt;br /&gt;Went to this place called Pluck to eat really cool icecream. :D&lt;br /&gt;Then we explored all the way down the lane. Went all over the place and tried to buy stuff (I couldn't, but Char was on a real spree) and collected all their name cards. Their stores are AMAZEENG, I tell you, really wonderful little lane tucked in a niche between Ophir Road and Arab Street, you really should take a look at the stores I tell you. So quaint and beautiful, not just vintage, but really funky too! All the eclectic styles of stores are really a must-see. We went all cam-whore on the stores, I think the person who invented Char's camera is really amazing and knows that you're not allowed to take pictures in stores so he invented a totally silent camera. :D&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know it's pretty short today, but do tag. Nights.&lt;br /&gt;Going to go see Eleanor's school's play! :D The Pied Piper ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Resentment is like taking poison and waiting for the other person to die. ~Malachy McCourt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6629895293579761117-3511823016180650202?l=miniature-horny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miniature-horny.blogspot.com/feeds/3511823016180650202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6629895293579761117&amp;postID=3511823016180650202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629895293579761117/posts/default/3511823016180650202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629895293579761117/posts/default/3511823016180650202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miniature-horny.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-got-my-darling-guitar-d-really-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>high! sierra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12719299596706365912</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-6629895293579761117.post-545290903878195057</id><published>2008-11-11T17:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T17:45:31.408-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ohmylord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;big&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;M &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;T &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;C&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-beams like the sun. And trying to make my words glow with sunlike brilliance. Although there isn't much sun now it's only like 9.30 in the morn.-&lt;br /&gt;I know I should be much happier than this. And I am. It's just that I have nothing to show for it on a blog. Trust me, if I were online or you see me in person I'd be jumping for joy literally.&lt;br /&gt;Ohh. There are lots of people I'm going to miss, though. And now that the streaming results are out it's like the final cut.&lt;br /&gt;I'm in 3F along with &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Kimsiang,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Sarah&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Rachel Chia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The lit class, here we comeee. :D&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations to all the smart people who got into cool sounding classes like 3K, or 3L or even 3M. :D Ahhhh. I'm going to pray as hard as I can for everyoneee. Congrats Char for getting into&lt;br /&gt;3L (that's marvelous my dear don't diminish the glory of the class name with a :( ), congrats Sha for getting into 3H! Ahhh. This calls for a celebration. I'm going to get my guitar tmr and sing to the worlddd ahhh. :D&lt;br /&gt;lalala~&lt;br /&gt;OMG Sarahhh RahRah I am so inspired I shall start on nanowrimo. I LOVE YOU dear! Same class! :D -overflows with smileys-&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone will like their own classes and well, if you don't, there're bound to be some people in that class from your former class. Stick together, if nothing else. Grow to love your class no matter what people say about it, like it's the stupid class, or a class not as smart as that class, or the whatever class. You know what I mean. And there's still a chance to appeal. :D&lt;br /&gt;Start the new year with a BIGBANGWHEEEEEE~ The old stuff all falls away like caked mud and filth from a newborn's pliant skin.&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's just me crapping again.&lt;br /&gt;Congrats to you all once more! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And yay Mr Ken we'll be seeing you for LA next year I hope!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6629895293579761117-545290903878195057?l=miniature-horny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miniature-horny.blogspot.com/feeds/545290903878195057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6629895293579761117&amp;postID=545290903878195057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629895293579761117/posts/default/545290903878195057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629895293579761117/posts/default/545290903878195057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miniature-horny.blogspot.com/2008/11/ohmylord.html' title=''/><author><name>high! sierra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12719299596706365912</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-6629895293579761117.post-1697945656161600835</id><published>2008-11-10T03:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T19:22:18.685-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm feeling so lazy. Shiu, I and Steph went to do our 10 random things yesterday. It was really quite enjoyable but we drew out alot of crazy stuff that concerned eating. Spent alot of money on that yesterday D: but it was really fun. We went to Tampines with the intention of going to SunPlaza Park to 'swing on the uber-long swings,' as Shiu so quaintly put it, but it was raining by the bucketful. So we ended up (by some twisted vice of Fate) doing all our 10 random things at Tampines Mall - as in, every single piece of paper we drew just hit the mark, and turned out just so that we could use them all in TM lol.&lt;br /&gt;Then when we got tired of the bigbig Xmas tree in TM and all that we went to Bugis J, where we decided not to play anymore lol. o_o After we'd gone all the way there to do sth we decided not to do it anymore. Talk about bantuerfei. I think the train ride there took it all out of us. Lol. :x So we just walked around the mall. Went to Cold Storgae where Steph and Shiu bought drinks (and I went nuts after finding out they sold Snyder of Hangover's pretzels. For like $5.05, seriously! Ahhh but it's okay Mummy will buy them when she goes to Florida, and HotPockets too! The ham and cheese ones. ) Went up to the cinema and sat down underneath this huge advertisement for 'Four Christmases' and talked about falling in love. It was pretty enlightening, really. :D Shiu and Steph are amazingly nice people to talk to about crushes.&lt;br /&gt;Then we went home, where I think all of us nearly fell asleep on the train, we were that tired. I really enjoyed it when Steph kept on talking about stretching, seems like it's her only passion the way she goes on about it. Good for you, Steph! :D&lt;br /&gt;Okay, after everything.&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm down to $42. Ohnoo. Not nearly enough to buy the guitar bag along with the guitar.&lt;br /&gt;Going to buy a guitar in two days time! I can't wait. Got inspired when Wen and I met up to play A Lonely September. She taught me Collide! Ahaha. Yes, I just can't wait to get a guitar. It needn't be prettyful, it just needs to serve its primary purpose &lt;s&gt;- to deliver the melodious strains of music to starving ears who wish to delight in its heavenly tendrils.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh whatever I was just crapping that last part. Besides I think my guitar will sound more like it's being strangled, at any rate.&lt;br /&gt;Got onto the comp when I got home. Where Char and I fooled around online over ahem. Well, to be honest it was more of me doing the crazy lovelorn thing, Char was just laughing like nuts for me, punctuating everything with a hahahahahahaha. Lol. And it's true that love makes you feel younger. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Kept on staring at his picture, it made me smile. Give me a lollipop that says sucker on it anyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It's nice to be shallow for a change. Deep stuff has a tendency to make you drown in them.&lt;br /&gt;And then we kept on consoling each other and giving each other compliments. We both know that infatuation doesn't last, but it takes time for us to understand it, so cut us some slack. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;By the way, a riddle that's based on your own opinions, I guess. This'll be my QOTD (quote of the day.) Do consider your answers before you reply, deeper than it looks. Please tag and leave an answer if you're free to, that is. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;"All day long the voices in her head apologize on her behalf, but there's no one there to listen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;If a tree falls in the forest and there's no one there to hear it, does it still make a sound?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;And Char, this is for you, if you see it you're smart and I hope it makes your day to have discovered something so secret lol! I think you are amazingly beautiful. Nevermind what anyone else says, just know that I think you're gorgeous. Nothing other people say about you will make me change my opinion about you because I'm convinced of your worth!&lt;br /&gt;God loves you too because you're his gorgeous daughter and my Chri-sister. :D&lt;br /&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/6629895293579761117-1697945656161600835?l=miniature-horny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miniature-horny.blogspot.com/feeds/1697945656161600835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6629895293579761117&amp;postID=1697945656161600835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629895293579761117/posts/default/1697945656161600835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629895293579761117/posts/default/1697945656161600835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miniature-horny.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-feeling-so-lazy.html' title=''/><author><name>high! sierra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12719299596706365912</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-6629895293579761117.post-8374603884978564971</id><published>2008-11-09T01:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T01:58:10.608-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ahahaa.&lt;br /&gt;Today was actually quite nice, if I do say so myself.&lt;br /&gt;It'll be a short post before dinner because I'm really starving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a VIG meeting today: Vietnam Interest Group meeting. For the mission trip in December. FINALLY we got to making the crafts, we've been dragging making the sock puppets for five weeks now. Finally we got started.&lt;br /&gt;It's really quite ironic (I'm tired of using this word is there a synonym for it) how Fate can do the craziest things to you and pull the most wanton stunts on you. Today only Marcus, Edmund and Samuel came, so it's like Tina pangsehed me. D: For a camp. So I was one girl stuck with three guys. Amazingly it started to bother me when it didn't before, &lt;s&gt;cause they're all quite cute in different ways (okay now that's beside the point) and&lt;/s&gt; okay scratch that &lt; well, they were all guys, they had something in common that I didn't have so it was quite hard for me to strike up some conversation.&lt;br /&gt;We went for the meeting, and we got started on making crafts while Uncle CL and Aunty P went for the ukelele lesson. It was kinda sad in the beginning because the three boys pangsehed me to go sit at another table and I was left sitting with some really dismal people at another table, the ICs too. And I remember how crazy I sort of went inwardly, like 'How could they do this to me I'm still part of their cell hell this is so segregated!' and on and on and on. Ahaha here's the most amazing part. I don't know what happened or whether God was trying to pull one on me but I felt a creak beside me on the bench and Marcus had slid into the vacant spot beside me. Ahhh finally some company, at least I wasn't left all alone to fend for myself with the whole cast of scary people from the other church, and the scary ICs.&lt;br /&gt;It was quite nice, making the stuff. I was a little impatient because the session was quite inefficient - we didn't have enough white felt, black felt, NO socks at all, you get the point. And we couldn't even start gluing the corrugated plasticboard into the mouths yet at all. All of the abovementioned were quintessential stuffs we needed and we lacked even scissors, it was a little prickly at first between everyone at that table. I didn't really like the girls there, really weird feeling, and I don't know why Marcus came over, he would've been better off at the boys' table. Maybe I should've gone to join them if he had gone back.&lt;br /&gt;We were stuck making hair for the sock puppets, and preparing the eyes and tongues, gluing the black pupils onto the white eyeballs and all that. Then when we were making the hair out of the yarn I brought, this lady who was sitting opposite me started talking to the girl beside her and started saying stuff like 'My butt's all wet. I think I sat on something wet - a wet patch probably. Or maybe it's all the sweat.' It was kinda awkward and I really wanted to see the look on Marcus' face but it would have seemed weird if I had just turned to the right and stared at him for no apparent reason. Eek. Butt sweat.&lt;br /&gt;Kept on bashing elbows. :DDDDD&lt;br /&gt;I really wish I had more to say to the guys in my cell, they're really sweet (as demonstrated during the outreach) but it was so awkward between me and Marcus and he'd come to sit at the table I was at and all. Wish I could've been a little more entertaining or at least more friendly and less aloof. D:&lt;br /&gt;But it was still sweet how he came to 'rescue me' from being alone, even if he did it unknowingly it was still nice not to have to speak to anyone at the table. Saved me from having to demonstrate my grasp of social graces (not that I have any to boast of.)&lt;br /&gt;Yep. Then when we took the train home we didn't talk either, that is, I didn't talk to Edmund nor Marcus. It was like a gender segregation, it was horrible.&lt;br /&gt;Hope the vietnammissiontrip will bond us more. :D&lt;br /&gt;Tina, at least give me short notice if you want to like desert me with the guys next time lol ): haha kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;You are your own biggest critic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6629895293579761117-8374603884978564971?l=miniature-horny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miniature-horny.blogspot.com/feeds/8374603884978564971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6629895293579761117&amp;postID=8374603884978564971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629895293579761117/posts/default/8374603884978564971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629895293579761117/posts/default/8374603884978564971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miniature-horny.blogspot.com/2008/11/ahahaa.html' title=''/><author><name>high! sierra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12719299596706365912</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-6629895293579761117.post-7310844030280313308</id><published>2008-11-08T06:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T09:08:36.961-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey everyone.&lt;br /&gt;Natasha got her phone back yesterday. :D Let's give the little miss a big hand for finally being &lt;big&gt;&lt;s&gt;un&lt;/s&gt;contactable! &lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Joking, m'dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, as of today I make a solemn promise to live my life to the fullest, the way I want to, and not to let other people affect the way I speak, act, write or do stuff. I will also be the strongest girl you will ever meet in your life. That is a promise. I have always broken my promises - I'll admit. But this time I intend to make good on this one.&lt;br /&gt;As of today, &lt;b&gt;&lt;big&gt;I think I am a mighty damn fine person! :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to let go and LIVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, to further enhance this promise to myself, everyday I'll try to post on more positive stuff. I'll also try to be less emo. Seeing as it's a general opinion that -ahemahem- I am. D: Agh okay I'll try not to be, really I'll try.&lt;br /&gt;Try hor. No guarantee.&lt;br /&gt;Also, everyday I'll find a nice meaningful quote -side effect of reading self-help books :)- and post it at the end of every post. One per day la, otherwise if I post like 5 times in a day I'll die for you to see. -sigeinikan-&lt;br /&gt;Okay. So, down to business. Today was pretty eventful, so let me start from the top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamie, Char, Raey and Ziying should know what I'm talking about lol. There was a Cell Outreach today and guess who I saw there. Agh. I thought he was away on a trip so I told Jamie and the others that they didn't have to come but he came and I was like -jaw crashes to floor- And I was thinking to myself, ohohohh Jamie and Char's going to flip when they know they missed out on this. Aft the whole Outreach I called Jamie and said "OMG you're not going to believe this but he &lt;i&gt;cameee.&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;And Jamie was like "Whattt?! I want to punch him."&lt;br /&gt;"He cameeeeee! He said he'd be going away on a trip, he told the whole cell but he cameee."&lt;br /&gt;"I'm going to punch him twice for that."&lt;br /&gt;"He's still really cute. And you know there won't be any more Outreaches till next year."&lt;br /&gt;"Okay I'm going to punch him three times."&lt;br /&gt;"Aiya you Char and Ziying can come for one of the regular cell meetings la, it'll be fine. Just come and see how cute he looks then go home lol."&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe it, coming for such a fun, spiritually fulfillling outreach just to see a cute guy. I love being a brainless teenage airhead at times. Don't you just?&lt;br /&gt;The outreach itself was really fun. All the kids are still as adorable as ever. Joan and Charisse kickstarted with a game of Stop-and-Go, where we all formed a circle - us, the older kids- and lifted our joint hands and the kids weaved in and out of the circle under the arms, in time to the music. When the music stopped, we flung down our arms and whoever was trapped in the circle is out of the game. The winner of the game was sweet Angel :D&lt;br /&gt;Then we played Blind Mice, mine and Cherlene's game. It was really okay for the round which I played the blind mouse, the kids were really enthu, although I suspect the rest of the cell knew I was cheating a bit haha. (I dropped my glasses in the middle of the game and managed to pick it up immediately, so I think they guessed :D.) Then Cherlene played the second round and near the end - oh, it was hilarious. She ran headlong into Edmund who was sitting down and they fell over lol! Like BABOOOMCRASHHH. Then we were all laughing and Cherlene was dizzy and Edmund was spluttering. And we were all trying to catch our breath, and it got a bit awkward. Even though there were still two kids in the game Uncle Choon Leng made them both winners to spare us the agony of trying to think of something to say.&lt;br /&gt;Then Marcus and Edmund played DuckDuckGoose. Haha it was the best game of all, simple but the kids loved it. At least by this outreach all the kids are more enthu, and opened up more to us. Marcus tried to demo, and he sounded really sweet and funny because he was trying to get the kids to listen to him, and he isn't usually really open and kid-friendly, like. But he really managed to do it this time and it sorta warmed my heart today. Okay, where was I.&lt;br /&gt;He tried to demo, so he went "duckduckduckduckduckgoose!" and it was Edmund and then Ed went chasing Marcus and we were sitting on some blue tarp thingie, and they were both wearing socks and they slipped and slid, like &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; Toppled all over the place, arms and legs flailing, like heeuge whirlwinds it was so hilarious, until Marcus managed to tumble into Ed's seat. Me and Gloria were standing by the wall as they whizzed past and it was really scary, like they were going to crash into us wahaha. But anyway the kids loved it, and there was this highlight, this cute chubby little boy with lots of fat who kept on getting tagged goose and he had to chase everyone round and he couldn't lol. He tagged Marcus once and Marcus just turned around and tapped him before he even had a chance to run anywhere!&lt;br /&gt;Aft we packed everything up aft the outreach, we went to church for cell. And on the way in the carpark of the Outreach venue Aunty P was like "Marcus, what are you doing-?" And the three of us girls: Gloria, me and Aunty P, had our jaws crashing to the ground because Marcus had just taken a few running steps and-&lt;br /&gt;-whooshwheeeee~&lt;br /&gt;-he did like a leapfrog over a walking Edmund. Seriously, no joke. Like Marcus is already 180+++ and Edmund is 175, nearing 180 ba, and Marcus ran and leapt and did a leapfrog over Edmund.&lt;br /&gt;Then I was like "That's superhuman."&lt;br /&gt;Gloria went "No, that's NOT human."&lt;br /&gt;Haha. It was so COOL. I just wish our cell were closer, not so segregated, makes me feel awkward...&lt;br /&gt;Haha okay I really need to go shower, Mom's been on my case for the past few hours now.&lt;br /&gt;Gloria and I spent the whole of the service doodling on paper. Do you know RGS girls have to go for grooming lessons according to Glor? And they actually classify their ponytails.&lt;br /&gt;Like, seriously. Classify your ponytails.&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, one at the nape of your neck is called a tsunami; one in the middle of your head is called clerk and one at the top of your crown is called cheerleader. Gosh. Haha. Glor ties hers in a tsunami, says it's the most simple and unassuming one. What the heck, but it's cool to know. :D&lt;br /&gt;Need to go shower now!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Where did we get the idea that if we don't forgive people, &lt;u&gt;they&lt;/u&gt; are the ones who suffer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6629895293579761117-7310844030280313308?l=miniature-horny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miniature-horny.blogspot.com/feeds/7310844030280313308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6629895293579761117&amp;postID=7310844030280313308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629895293579761117/posts/default/7310844030280313308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629895293579761117/posts/default/7310844030280313308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miniature-horny.blogspot.com/2008/11/hey-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>high! sierra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12719299596706365912</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-6629895293579761117.post-2887632166236557466</id><published>2008-11-07T00:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T01:25:34.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Agh.&lt;br /&gt;Gonna be a short one cuz I'm eating tea, drinking milk, and blogging all at once with swollen fingers.&lt;br /&gt;And I've got ballet later, yeahhh. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, thanks for the tags and helping me to revive a dead-for-so-long blog.&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, for those of you who are questioning my choice of URL name, haha, I JUST WANT TO SAY THAT I DO NOT VIEW PORN. Just being a mini-horny person does not necessarily justify that I view porn. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Today was quite okay. Woke up cuz my mother was pulling on my nightshirt, asking me to go to the stadium to run with her. I just looked at her blearily and went like, "You siao ah." And went back to sleep. Woke up at 8.30 for EDS at 10am in school.&lt;br /&gt;EDS is still the love. We did some crazy stuff today, but it was still about the Stephen poem. Kinda wacky cause all of us were like laughing like madwomen, and Mr Ken and Mr Harris didn't know what to do with us. I think my acting skills have gone rusty, need to go for more rehearsals once school starts. Oh, did you know we'll still be doing the same play we've been doing for a year now for SYF? Agh we need to inject some LIFE into it. Like a KISSING SCENE. Ohyeahhh.&lt;br /&gt;Saw shiu and yanwen today. Met xiaowen after CCA ended, and Char and her and I spent nearly two hours playing with Wen's guitar and pipa. Haha :)&lt;br /&gt;Tried playing Wen's guitar, and now my fingertips are aching like muther. I stayed in the top tiers of the grandstand and played the four chords of Collide over and over and over and over and over and over... I think the people clearing up the CS room must've gotten tired of the endless medley. ._. "Wahlao so boring who's that idiot up there don't know how to play anything else ah."&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, then went home alone. Will come update later if I can.&lt;br /&gt;People, go visit the cybershop XW, LH, Shiu and I are running. We know it's not much but it's our first try at creating a business only, and it's totally non profit. Just go take a look please? :) www.ownyourwardrobe.blogspot.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6629895293579761117-2887632166236557466?l=miniature-horny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miniature-horny.blogspot.com/feeds/2887632166236557466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6629895293579761117&amp;postID=2887632166236557466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629895293579761117/posts/default/2887632166236557466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629895293579761117/posts/default/2887632166236557466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miniature-horny.blogspot.com/2008/11/agh.html' title=''/><author><name>high! sierra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12719299596706365912</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-6629895293579761117.post-7525641537853306571</id><published>2008-11-06T03:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T03:58:20.934-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This was from PEIRONG, the crazy girl. :D Ah. Fourth post today. I seriously need to get a life.&lt;br /&gt;Dear Vera,I don't know how to tell you this, but your nostrils are insulting. I think i realised it last year when you peed your pants, at the Elton John concert and i saw you knock out my boyfriend. I'm sure you're cowardly enough to understand that I get turned on by garbage men. I'm returning the couch cushions to you, but i'll keep my common sense as a memory. You should also know that I will tell the authorities that you did not steal that whale in the back yard and I will haunt you when I’m incarnated as an Eskimo. Best of luck on the sex-change, Me(:--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is mineee :D :&lt;br /&gt;Dear Teddybear,I don’t really know how to tell you this, but our romance is over.I think I realised it when I threw up in your sock drawer, at the mental hospital and I saw you drive over the Catholic Priest. I’m sure you’re frostbitten enough to understand that we’re related. I’m returning your toe ring to you, but I’ll keep your glass eye as a memory. You should also know that I was interviewed about the car you stole and your cucumber fetish is weird. Kiss my butt, Wenxin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is my bro's :D :&lt;br /&gt;Dear Birdget, I don’t really know how to tell you this, but I’m joining the Convent. I think I realised it that night you picked your nose, In your apartment and I saw you carve your initials into the elephant in the corner. I’m sure you’re cowardly enough to understand that there is no solution to you being a dumb kid. I’m returning your toe ring to you, but I’ll keep your credit cards as a memory. You should also know that I was interviewed about the car you stole and you ruined my attempts at another world war. You make me sick, Yongkang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear -someone-,I don’t really know how to tell you this, but (_1_).I think I realised it (_2_), (_3_) and I saw you (_4_) (_5_). I’m sure you’re (_6_) enough to understand (_7_). I’m returning (_8_) to you, but I’ll keep (_9_) as a memory. You should also know that I (_10_) and (_11_).(_12_),-Your name-1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s the colour of your shirt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Blue - Our romance is over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red- Our affair is over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;White – I’m joining the Convent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black - I dislike your eyelashes&lt;br /&gt;Green - Our socks don’t match&lt;br /&gt;Grey - You’re a pervert&lt;br /&gt;Yellow - I’m selling myself for candy&lt;br /&gt;Pink - Your nostrils are insulting&lt;br /&gt;Brown - The mafia wants you&lt;br /&gt;No shirt - You’re mean&lt;br /&gt;Other - I’m in love with your cat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Which is your birth month?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;January - That night you picked your nose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February - Last year when you peed your pants&lt;br /&gt;March - When your dwarf bit me&lt;br /&gt;April - When I tripped on peanut butter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;May - When I threw up in your sock drawer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June - When you put cuffs on me&lt;br /&gt;July – When you smacked my butt&lt;br /&gt;August - When I saw the purple monkey&lt;br /&gt;September - When we skinny dipped in the bathtub&lt;br /&gt;October - When I quoted Forest Gump&lt;br /&gt;November - When your dog humped my leg&lt;br /&gt;December - When I finally changed my underwear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Which food do you prefer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Tacos - In your apartment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lasagna- In your car&lt;br /&gt;Pasta - Outside of your office&lt;br /&gt;Hamburgers - Under the bus&lt;br /&gt;Salad – As you were eating Kraft Dinner&lt;br /&gt;Chicken - In your closet&lt;br /&gt;Kebab - With Jean Chrétien&lt;br /&gt;Fish - In a clown suit&lt;br /&gt;Sandwiches - At the Elton John concert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Pizza - At the mental hospital&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot dog - Under a street light&lt;br /&gt;Annat - With George Bush and Stephen Harper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What’s the colour of your socks?&lt;br /&gt;Yellow - Hit on&lt;br /&gt;Red - Insult&lt;br /&gt;Black - Ignore&lt;br /&gt;Blue - Knock out&lt;br /&gt;Purple - Pour syrup on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;White - Carve your initials into&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grey - Pull the clothes off&lt;br /&gt;Brown - Put whipped cream on&lt;br /&gt;Orange - Castrate&lt;br /&gt;Pink - Pull the pants off of&lt;br /&gt;Barefoot - Sit on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Other - Drive over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What’s the colour of your ahem?&lt;br /&gt;Black - My boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;White - My father&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Grey – The Catholic Priest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brown – Your ‘My Little Pony’ collection&lt;br /&gt;Purple - My corned beef hash&lt;br /&gt;Red – My knee caps&lt;br /&gt;Blue - My salt-beef bucket&lt;br /&gt;Yellow - My illegitimate child in Ghana&lt;br /&gt;Orange - My Blink 182 cd&lt;br /&gt;Pink – The Montreal Canadian’s goalie&lt;br /&gt;None – My prized statue of Michael Jackson in the nude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Other - The elephant in the corner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What do you prefer to watch on TV?&lt;br /&gt;Scrubs- Man&lt;br /&gt;O.C.- Emotional&lt;br /&gt;One Tree Hill- Open&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Heroes- Frostbitten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost- High&lt;br /&gt;House- Sly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Simpsons- Cowardly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The news- Scarred&lt;br /&gt;Idol- Masochistic&lt;br /&gt;Family Guy- Senile&lt;br /&gt;Top Model- Middle-class&lt;br /&gt;Annat- Ashamed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Your mood right now?&lt;br /&gt;Happy - How awful you are&lt;br /&gt;Sad - How boring you are&lt;br /&gt;Bored - That Santa doesn’t exist&lt;br /&gt;Angry - That your smell makes me vomit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Depressed – That we’re related&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excited - That I may pee my pants&lt;br /&gt;Nervous - The middle-east is planning their revenge on you&lt;br /&gt;Worried - That your Ford sucks&lt;br /&gt;Apathetic - That you need a sex-change&lt;br /&gt;Ashamed - That I’m allergic to your earlobes&lt;br /&gt;Cuddly - That I get turned on by garbage men&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Silly - That there is no solution to you being a dumbkid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other - That your driving sucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What’s the colour of your walls in your bedroom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;White - Your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;toe ring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yellow - Your love letters to me&lt;br /&gt;Red - Your Elton John poster&lt;br /&gt;Black - Your pet rock&lt;br /&gt;Blue - The couch cushions&lt;br /&gt;Green - The pictures from Vegas&lt;br /&gt;Orange - Your false teeth&lt;br /&gt;Brown - Your nose hair clippers&lt;br /&gt;Grey - Our matching snoopy underwear&lt;br /&gt;Purple - Your old New Kids on the Block blanket&lt;br /&gt;Pink - The cut toenails&lt;br /&gt;Other - Your car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. The first letter of your first name?&lt;br /&gt;A/B - Your photo with the moustache drawn on it&lt;br /&gt;C/D - The oil tank from your car&lt;br /&gt;E/F - Your neighbour’s dog&lt;br /&gt;G/H - My virginity&lt;br /&gt;I/J - The results of that blood-sample&lt;br /&gt;K/L - Your left ear&lt;br /&gt;M/N - Your suicide note&lt;br /&gt;O/P - My common sense&lt;br /&gt;Q/R - Your mom&lt;br /&gt;S/T - Your collection of butterflies&lt;br /&gt;U/V - Your criminal record&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;W/X – Your glass eye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Y/Z - Your credit cards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. The last letter in your last name?&lt;br /&gt;A/B - Told my psychiatrist about the bruises&lt;br /&gt;C/D - Never will forget that night&lt;br /&gt;E/F - Always wanted to break your leg&lt;br /&gt;G/H – Hate your cooking&lt;br /&gt;I/J – Mocked you behind your back constantly&lt;br /&gt;K/L - Will tell the authorities that you did not steal that whale in the back yard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;M/N - Told in my confession today about the moose poaching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;O/P - Was interviewed&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;about the car you stole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q/R - Always will remember the pep talks&lt;br /&gt;S/T - Get sick when I think of your feet&lt;br /&gt;U/V - Will try to forget that you broke my heart&lt;br /&gt;W/X - Haven’t showered in a month&lt;br /&gt;Y/Z – Am better off without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What do you prefer to drink?&lt;br /&gt;Water- Our friendship is ruined&lt;br /&gt;Beer – you should stop picking your nose&lt;br /&gt;Soft drink – I’m off to lead a new life as a lemon&lt;br /&gt;Soda – I will haunt you when I’m incarnated as an Eskimo&lt;br /&gt;Milk - The apartment building is on fire&lt;br /&gt;Wine – Thanks for the Cocaine&lt;br /&gt;Cider – I have a passionate interest for mice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Juice – You ruined my attempts at another world war&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mineral water – You should get that embarrassing rash checked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Hot chocolate – Your Cucumber-fetishism is weird&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whiskey - I love Oprah Winfrey&lt;br /&gt;Liquor - I chew on your earlobes while you sleep&lt;br /&gt;Other – I’m scratching my ass as you read this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. To which country would you prefer to go on a vacation?&lt;br /&gt;Thailand – Warm tingly sensations&lt;br /&gt;Australia - Best of luck on the sex-change&lt;br /&gt;England - Good luck in jail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;China – You make me sick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Germany – Please don’t hurt me&lt;br /&gt;Japan - Go milk a cow&lt;br /&gt;Greece - Your everlasting enemy&lt;br /&gt;USA - Greetings to your frog Leonard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Egypt – Kiss my butt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;France – With tears of sadness&lt;br /&gt;Spain - Go drown yourself&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6629895293579761117-7525641537853306571?l=miniature-horny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miniature-horny.blogspot.com/feeds/7525641537853306571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6629895293579761117&amp;postID=7525641537853306571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629895293579761117/posts/default/7525641537853306571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629895293579761117/posts/default/7525641537853306571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miniature-horny.blogspot.com/2008/11/this-was-from-peirong-crazy-girl.html' title=''/><author><name>high! sierra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12719299596706365912</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-6629895293579761117.post-6510030006815458599</id><published>2008-11-06T00:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T00:51:27.628-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Aw shucks.&lt;br /&gt;You know what?&lt;br /&gt;I really hate end of year pictures. The make me look stupid, feel stupid, and act stupid. And they make me want to cry.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. By right it shouldn't hurt anymore, by right my class shouldn't be hurting me anymore but seeing my class photos don't make me happy, they make me feel as though I never truly belonged.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like a blood traitor, when everybody else is crying over my class' separation I feel nothing, I even feel unwanted, like no one in my class ever cared. I am so frucking selfish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Maybe I should've just stayed in the States like the good angmoh girl I should've been. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well figures. When you want people to visit your blog you end up spamming it with useless, moronic posts that should just stay unwritten. Benefits the world.&lt;br /&gt;Third post in a day. How pathetic is that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6629895293579761117-6510030006815458599?l=miniature-horny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miniature-horny.blogspot.com/feeds/6510030006815458599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6629895293579761117&amp;postID=6510030006815458599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629895293579761117/posts/default/6510030006815458599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629895293579761117/posts/default/6510030006815458599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miniature-horny.blogspot.com/2008/11/aw-shucks.html' title=''/><author><name>high! sierra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12719299596706365912</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-6629895293579761117.post-4236620526754785230</id><published>2008-11-06T00:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T00:23:12.474-08:00</updated><title type='text'>groove it, and move it.</title><content type='html'>Okay, this is starting to get raelly weird.&lt;br /&gt;I always type really as raelly. It's irritating. Can you contract dyslexia?&lt;br /&gt;You know how hyped up you get in the beginning when you realize just how much you're missing out when you're not in the blogging community? Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Then again, a blog is a two-edged sword. One must always step lightly around them. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Or you'll be blackmailed with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I hope I don't start to lose steam for blogging. I need to get my groove for writing back, or I'll never become a writer, and blogging is as good as any a place to start.&lt;br /&gt;Currently working on this horror/romance story, should be fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6629895293579761117-4236620526754785230?l=miniature-horny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miniature-horny.blogspot.com/feeds/4236620526754785230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6629895293579761117&amp;postID=4236620526754785230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629895293579761117/posts/default/4236620526754785230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629895293579761117/posts/default/4236620526754785230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miniature-horny.blogspot.com/2008/11/groove-it-and-move-it.html' title='groove it, and move it.'/><author><name>high! sierra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12719299596706365912</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-6629895293579761117.post-8767836129169058201</id><published>2008-11-05T18:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T19:12:10.472-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am very much in love with this song.&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea whether it's called 'A Lonely Summer' or 'A Lonely September' but I'll bet on 'Summer' cause that's when the States really have their hols, they don't have Sept hols. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my first post here, and I have no idea what to say. So much has changed, even me. I have no idea, man. Even this blogskin is girly, unlike the usual me, or who I thought I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's the year-end holidays, and I'm sitting at home everyday, reveling in the silence. It's unusual in my life to have so much silence, I nearly never had any when this school year was still in session. Yeah, maybe next year will be better. I know it'll be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Recently attended an awesome conference by Halogen Foundation. It was really cool, Mr Yeo put us up to it. Only managed to take a few pictures - mostly of a veeerrrryyyy huge basketball (&lt;3)&gt;"It's my little chicken drumstick," he says, with a touch of fondness in his voice. "Or, well, my dog thinks it is, he always comes to nibble on it, so I use it to whack my dog in the head like BISHCHAKKK!" - &lt;br /&gt;and well, yeah. I wanted to take a picture with him but his lady bodyguard or something like that wouldn't let me. Oh well. &lt;br /&gt;Then yesterday went to Linghan's house, where Xiaowen, Shiu, Ling and I hung out and worked on a project.&lt;br /&gt; And then yes, here I am, sitting in front of the computer today with nothing to do. I'm supposed to be downstairs eating breakfast, if I recall correctly. and reading Chinese books. I failed chinese in the overall grade, but it doesn't really matter. I'll just be spending the majority of my holidays mugging as if the exams are about to nip me in the arse.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Speaking of nips, thanks, big bro. Nippy :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S9jZ27b1-us/SRJfKwDr5LI/AAAAAAAABgU/PVL3ZOr-5tA/s1600-h/P9190217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265375552653223090" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S9jZ27b1-us/SRJfKwDr5LI/AAAAAAAABgU/PVL3ZOr-5tA/s200/P9190217.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S9jZ27b1-us/SRJfKLRr4TI/AAAAAAAABgM/N01zgmyOK_s/s1600-h/P9190212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265375542779830578" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S9jZ27b1-us/SRJfKLRr4TI/AAAAAAAABgM/N01zgmyOK_s/s200/P9190212.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S9jZ27b1-us/SRJfJWOwgNI/AAAAAAAABgE/Kd4NZBHmiCA/s1600-h/P9190199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265375528540471506" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S9jZ27b1-us/SRJfJWOwgNI/AAAAAAAABgE/Kd4NZBHmiCA/s200/P9190199.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My darling dancer friends. Trust me, be happy that I didn't put up all your candid shots in the first post. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S9jZ27b1-us/SRJbn_fPatI/AAAAAAAABf0/s6mjnya-ewc/s1600-h/PA230518.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265371656965024466" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S9jZ27b1-us/SRJbn_fPatI/AAAAAAAABf0/s6mjnya-ewc/s200/PA230518.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know if you can really see it but it's Rachel, Shiu, Weeqin, Ant and me in the photo clockwise from left.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S9jZ27b1-us/SRJbnO_WLqI/AAAAAAAABfs/pNWXCNceQAs/s1600-h/PA280584.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265371643946348194" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S9jZ27b1-us/SRJbnO_WLqI/AAAAAAAABfs/pNWXCNceQAs/s200/PA280584.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my beloved besties and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S9jZ27b1-us/SRJfI-jXvQI/AAAAAAAABf8/SqEi7KJMx5o/s1600-h/P9140198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265375522184477954" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S9jZ27b1-us/SRJfI-jXvQI/AAAAAAAABf8/SqEi7KJMx5o/s200/P9140198.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My other beloved bestie and me. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S9jZ27b1-us/SRJbmmOezrI/AAAAAAAABfk/fnYZnOKGkjc/s1600-h/PA280536.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265371633003974322" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S9jZ27b1-us/SRJbmmOezrI/AAAAAAAABfk/fnYZnOKGkjc/s200/PA280536.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha credits to Weeeen. Not me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S9jZ27b1-us/SRJbl1tLcZI/AAAAAAAABfc/kc122sx-Qnw/s1600-h/PA290586.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265371619979391378" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S9jZ27b1-us/SRJbl1tLcZI/AAAAAAAABfc/kc122sx-Qnw/s200/PA290586.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something artistic (or so I hope) that I've been working on. This is the Ferris Wheel (that Dawn would so love to go on) at the EHub in Pasir Ris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S9jZ27b1-us/SRJblQoSt-I/AAAAAAAABfU/gaiquw5qo58/s1600-h/PB030586.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265371610026784738" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S9jZ27b1-us/SRJblQoSt-I/AAAAAAAABfU/gaiquw5qo58/s200/PB030586.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOOK IS THAT A HEEWMUNGUS BASKETBALL I SEE? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S9jZ27b1-us/SRJZ5bb2wfI/AAAAAAAABe0/Sz65zZsEZGA/s1600-h/PB030594.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265369757501538802" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S9jZ27b1-us/SRJZ5bb2wfI/AAAAAAAABe0/Sz65zZsEZGA/s200/PB030594.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S9jZ27b1-us/SRJZ6BhXprI/AAAAAAAABfM/-sYa5EqA-G4/s1600-h/PB030587.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265369767725213362" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S9jZ27b1-us/SRJZ6BhXprI/AAAAAAAABfM/-sYa5EqA-G4/s200/PB030587.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S9jZ27b1-us/SRJZ50HiRxI/AAAAAAAABfE/rHdXczDDJKo/s1600-h/PB030588.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265369764127196946" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S9jZ27b1-us/SRJZ50HiRxI/AAAAAAAABfE/rHdXczDDJKo/s200/PB030588.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S9jZ27b1-us/SRJZ5dhYxdI/AAAAAAAABe8/vQfXxeLhiM0/s1600-h/PB030589.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265369758061610450" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S9jZ27b1-us/SRJZ5dhYxdI/AAAAAAAABe8/vQfXxeLhiM0/s200/PB030589.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S9jZ27b1-us/SRJZ4_5JuKI/AAAAAAAABes/bTbeNTQt1MA/s1600-h/PB030595.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265369750108223650" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S9jZ27b1-us/SRJZ4_5JuKI/AAAAAAAABes/bTbeNTQt1MA/s200/PB030595.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S9jZ27b1-us/SRJY3MJAHRI/AAAAAAAABec/kSWD6f66EnU/s1600-h/PB030600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265368619524562194" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S9jZ27b1-us/SRJY3MJAHRI/AAAAAAAABec/kSWD6f66EnU/s200/PB030600.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S9jZ27b1-us/SRJY20BOEWI/AAAAAAAABeU/V3FSRQEe9s8/s1600-h/PB030601.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265368613049471330" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S9jZ27b1-us/SRJY20BOEWI/AAAAAAAABeU/V3FSRQEe9s8/s200/PB030601.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S9jZ27b1-us/SRJY361-rAI/AAAAAAAABek/QBVY1Eb4w0g/s1600-h/PB030596.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265368632061242370" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S9jZ27b1-us/SRJY361-rAI/AAAAAAAABek/QBVY1Eb4w0g/s200/PB030596.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S9jZ27b1-us/SRJY2XPZ4uI/AAAAAAAABeM/mUrHemLTkrk/s1600-h/PB030604.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265368605324337890" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S9jZ27b1-us/SRJY2XPZ4uI/AAAAAAAABeM/mUrHemLTkrk/s200/PB030604.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh too late to rotate. But anyway that's Nick Vujicic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S9jZ27b1-us/SRJY2KLCO4I/AAAAAAAABeE/33PdSb7EP50/s1600-h/PB030605.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265368601816349570" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S9jZ27b1-us/SRJY2KLCO4I/AAAAAAAABeE/33PdSb7EP50/s200/PB030605.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love this picture (all the more if it were the right side up.) It has the Halogen Foundation sign and Nick clearly in it. 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