<?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-6740521479697698980</id><updated>2012-02-16T02:43:03.014-08:00</updated><title type='text'>♥ Sunsets and Silhouette Dreams.</title><subtitle type='html'>bonjour! bienvenue à mon blog. vous pourriez se demander pourquoi il est en français. queest-ce que je peux dire au sujet d'un blog ? c'est un journal intime. vous dactylographiez au lieu de l'écriture ! appréciez ! 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(what's new?) so, uh. i left 3oh!3 rich man and "i'm not your boyfriend, baby" on. and when i came home, my mom was listening to it. it was awkward.&lt;br /&gt;cringe, cringe when you come to the sick parts.&lt;br /&gt;i don't think "bitches with the huge tits", "pissin' in the alleyway", "whiskey's on the rocks, while you're sister's on my mouth", "cute lil' sex toy"&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;are sorta appropriate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;MIA. MIA. MIA. no computer. fekkin' end-year exams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6740521479697698980-2496516961392211720?l=estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com/feeds/2496516961392211720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6740521479697698980&amp;postID=2496516961392211720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740521479697698980/posts/default/2496516961392211720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740521479697698980/posts/default/2496516961392211720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com/2009/09/learnt-few-things.html' title=''/><author><name>esther tan [lil' miss apprehensive]</name><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-6740521479697698980.post-7674176145117680346</id><published>2009-09-05T02:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T02:51:32.771-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;hello, saturday. :) i love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my whole family literally &lt;strong&gt;OVERSLEPT&lt;/strong&gt;, except my dad. i heard my maid knock on the door and go like, tak ada taekwondo ah? then i heard my mom go like "OH YEAH!" and then i heard her get up and knock on our doors. it was 7.35.&lt;br /&gt;frigging sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as usual, was late to taekwondo. today surprisingly, was fun, cause sir didn't come. so we were left to the mercy of our seniors. :) it was hilarious. there was one training exercise, when we had to pull someone's belt to prevent them from running forward. some poor lil' kid who, apparently, i was too strong for =.= couldn't pull me back. then jo chim came and helped the guy. and duh i couldn't run. so like a retard, running on the spot and trying to hop away from him.&lt;br /&gt;(btw jo chim, you are a flirt. :D)&lt;br /&gt;talked to simon after training. =.= anyway, read this dialogue. we were playing this game, where we had to name brands from A-Z. (we had reached S at that time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;simon&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I KNOW! S FOR SLOGGI!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;AHH yeah i know sloggi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;how you know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;cause i went shopping for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;WHATTHEHECK? SIMON, DO YOU KNOW WHAT SLOGGI SELLS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pause. pause.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;SLOGGI SELLS BRAS, SIMON. SLOGGI SELLS LINGERIE. Wht you were doing shopping in sloggi? for a bra?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LMAO MAN.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like, sure sloggi sells underwear for BOYS AND GIRLS, but. i don't think m'sia sloggi sells underwear for guys too.&lt;br /&gt;then went to pohkong to pierce my ears. correction, EAR. at first i wanted to pierce the second one too, but then i decided to just do one side only. see, i so good girl. :)&lt;br /&gt;the sound is like a stapler.&lt;br /&gt;ta-daah! lopsided earring problem solved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to Aud's house. LOL first person there. found out what to do for jahitan. roughly.&lt;br /&gt;then half an hour later jia vern and gan ying came. then ee vern, kim, and mad. went to tropicana city.&lt;br /&gt;ee vern, kim, ganying and me went to subway to eat lunch, the others went shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;OMG I LOVE SUBWAY&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bill: RM 11.50.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to carrefour after that. pictures with kimberley and ee vern.&lt;br /&gt;ee vern and me went to kitschen. watched mad and ganying pierce their ears.&lt;br /&gt;saw a pair of gray jeans i liked, but their waist size too big. =.=&lt;br /&gt;ee vern, aud, and mad went to nichii while the rest went to... i forgot lah.&lt;br /&gt;then all of us stuffed into kimberley's car. xD&lt;br /&gt;went to mad's house. did not get to stay to make pizza :(&lt;br /&gt;hope it turned out okay.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will be going to shahla's place for a sandwich party later. myah it's gonna be awesome.&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i love subway&lt;/span&gt;. :) oh wait, that's the second time i said it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;grand total bill of the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;- RM 14&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;not bad. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6740521479697698980-7674176145117680346?l=estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com/feeds/7674176145117680346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I WANT...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(drumrolll)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;OPO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;LY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;NE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;W ED&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;ITI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;ON&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no, like, seriously, it's the coolest game on earth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you get these skyscrapers and all.. :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and you don't need all the colour properties to build a house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and. it's a &lt;s&gt;good&lt;/s&gt; price. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's 150+.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;teehee :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OH MAN I WANT IT SO BAD!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6740521479697698980-5524443862943110063?l=estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com/feeds/5524443862943110063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6740521479697698980&amp;postID=5524443862943110063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740521479697698980/posts/default/5524443862943110063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740521479697698980/posts/default/5524443862943110063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>esther tan [lil' miss apprehensive]</name><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-6740521479697698980.post-6111253090284561377</id><published>2009-09-03T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T20:00:35.018-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's cloudy, gloomy, friday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went jogging again today. and those new dri-fit nikes are so damn comfortable :)&lt;br /&gt;don't feel like going to school today for a few reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;1. the weather is just right for sleeping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;2. we'll only be spending four hours in school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;3. and who wants to be wasting those hours on chinese?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;4. and also because i haven't finished my chinese homework.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am now into jodi picoult novels. like law and order. =.=&lt;br /&gt;though now after reading my sister's keeper, salem falls and nineteen minutes, i find that the story is all the same. not the story maybe, the outcome's the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;school is fun! &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;:)))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm at the stage when people find that their parents aren't who they expect them to be.&lt;br /&gt;like, sure i know no one's perfect. but it's irritating. it's like whatever comes out of your mouth is all wrong, and sparks an argument. and then you can't backtrack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did you have to get worked up over that file? you didn't tell me what file. so what i got you was another file from the phone. i can't read minds.&lt;br /&gt;did you have to get worked up because sook yin's dad fetched me home? you ask me why i didn't call you. was i supposed to? why don't you go blame her dad? i didn't know he would just fetch me straight home without telling anyone. even his WIFE didn't know, my god. then you blame it on me. nice.&lt;br /&gt;yeah yeah, all my fault. i should have offered you guys.&lt;br /&gt;yeah yeah, i shouldn't even think of doing extra chores for money. actually, at that point, i don't want an explanation. a straight 'no' would've been just fine.&lt;br /&gt;and how on earth can you compare me to someone who has had a shitty phone all their life and has their shitty ears pressed to the receiver to someone who used the phone for five minutes?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6740521479697698980-6111253090284561377?l=estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com/feeds/6111253090284561377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6740521479697698980&amp;postID=6111253090284561377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740521479697698980/posts/default/6111253090284561377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740521479697698980/posts/default/6111253090284561377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-cloudy-gloomy-friday-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>esther tan [lil' miss apprehensive]</name><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-6740521479697698980.post-6606174999651739341</id><published>2009-08-31T06:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T06:54:22.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>&amp;you are deciphering me.</title><content type='html'>update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, we were supposed to go jogging. but it rained. so we ended up doing some "obstacle course" through the park and getting our asses wet. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out for brunch with relatives as a late birthday brunch. it's near atria, and you gotta get your number. and it's freakin crowded.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god, it's monday. okayyy.&lt;br /&gt;important stuff that happened today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;it's &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;me&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;ka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. but that really ain't a big deal, except that the roads were so awesome. so quiet and empty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;that girl won 28K on fly fm's wake up your brain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;freaking school freaking starts tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;just came back from awesome chilis. and im so damn thirsty right now but I'm so busy doing santhi's fark homework that i can't move my bum outta this chair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i agree wholeheartedly with madeleine. like wtf uses of organic solvents aren't comin out okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;sheesh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;talk about loser stalkers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6740521479697698980-6606174999651739341?l=estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com/feeds/6606174999651739341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6740521479697698980&amp;postID=6606174999651739341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;hola. i'm back from PJ Hilton.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached there earlier like my piano teacher told me to. saw only one other girl who was grade 8.&lt;br /&gt;sat in the waiting room. bored like hell. so i went downstairs and walked around. &lt;em&gt;PJ Hilton is a boring place unless you're going there to eat or sleep&lt;/em&gt;, and i probably looked like an idiot walking around aimlessly, so i went back up.&lt;br /&gt;prolly five minutes in the waiting room and the lady called me to sit at the chair outside the room. did breathing exercises, and i accidentally breathed in a mosquito.&lt;br /&gt;heard the person fumble in her scales. she wished me good luck when i passed her. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the examiner was fat, balding, and had a belly. &lt;em&gt;deja vu.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i was like, good afternoon sir. (smile, esther, &lt;em&gt;smile!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the guy asked me whether i wanted to start with pieces or scales? so i said scales.&lt;br /&gt;umm. i screwed up one part. he said Eflat, but i heard him say B flat, and I'd never done B flat before. so i was like, play like a retard and then i just couldn't get it and i said, is this right?&lt;br /&gt;and he said B flat, please. and i was like, oh, i thought you said E flat. can you believe it?&lt;br /&gt;i WAS SO STUPID THAT I ACTUALLY SAID "I THOUGHT YOU SAID E FLAT." shit lah, big mistake there. shouda just said, oops heard wrong. &lt;em&gt;CRAP.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blah blah. pieces, surprisingly was really okay. their piano feels magical.&lt;br /&gt;i blahed my way through the aural.&lt;br /&gt;then the last part.&lt;br /&gt;he played this really jazzy piece. and i was thinking "&lt;em&gt;oh shit, what happened to my plans of answering baroque? no way is this baroque."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i just blabbed "uh, could that be 20th century music, sir?"&lt;br /&gt;and he smiled and said "well, i can't answer that".&lt;br /&gt;then he asked me why?&lt;br /&gt;*awkward pause.&lt;br /&gt;"erm, cause it's a. erm, jazzy piece, with pedals, and a homophonic texture, and there's a loud contrast between forte and piano."&lt;br /&gt;then he asked me some question which i simply didn't know, so i said, "it's a staccato piece." LOL.&lt;br /&gt;then he asked for a possible composer, and i said "george gershwin".&lt;br /&gt;and i said bye bye.&lt;br /&gt;and i walked out on sunshine.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to the ramadhan bazaar at section 14.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I AM POSITIVELY ADDICTED TO PULUT PANGGANG.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;note: i'm gonna be fat, fat fat. no one's enjoying puasa time more than moi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6740521479697698980-3468991282847822015?l=estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com/feeds/3468991282847822015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6740521479697698980&amp;postID=3468991282847822015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740521479697698980/posts/default/3468991282847822015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740521479697698980/posts/default/3468991282847822015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com/2009/08/missed-me-while-you-were-lookin-for.html' title='&amp;you missed me while you were lookin&apos; for yourself out there.'/><author><name>esther tan [lil' miss apprehensive]</name><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-6740521479697698980.post-1887247145209314882</id><published>2009-08-27T22:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T23:06:25.808-07:00</updated><title type='text'>&amp;feel free to ignore this post.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ohmigoshhh. ohmigawd.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;it's 2 pm. and I can't convince myself that I've done all I can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;I cannot remember being so nervous in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;my stomach is LITERALLY, like,&lt;em&gt; LITERALLY tied in knots.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;I'm blogging &lt;em&gt;again&lt;/em&gt;, cause I need a distraction. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;no one's talking and all i can do is check my watch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;and only two minutes have passed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;what if i screw the whole exam up?&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/6740521479697698980-1887247145209314882?l=estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com/feeds/1887247145209314882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6740521479697698980&amp;postID=1887247145209314882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740521479697698980/posts/default/1887247145209314882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740521479697698980/posts/default/1887247145209314882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com/2009/08/free-to-ignore-this-post.html' title='&amp;feel free to ignore this post.'/><author><name>esther tan [lil' miss apprehensive]</name><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-6740521479697698980.post-7422655811641024082</id><published>2009-08-27T19:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T19:35:07.121-07:00</updated><title type='text'>&amp;we rave.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;IT'S &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;TODAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GOD HELP ME.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&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/6740521479697698980-7422655811641024082?l=estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com/feeds/7422655811641024082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6740521479697698980&amp;postID=7422655811641024082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740521479697698980/posts/default/7422655811641024082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740521479697698980/posts/default/7422655811641024082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com/2009/08/rave.html' title='&amp;we rave.'/><author><name>esther tan [lil' miss apprehensive]</name><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-6740521479697698980.post-8552230014657347941</id><published>2009-08-27T05:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T05:26:48.968-07:00</updated><title type='text'>&amp;belated b'day wishes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY BELATED FOURTEENTH TO TABBY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm lazy to post that hilarious twister pic of you, but anyway. :DD&lt;br /&gt;you are a frigging awesome friend, who puts up with my shit and laughs at it. and you let me rant and rave at you without complaining. :D&lt;br /&gt;ily.&lt;br /&gt;but, you have sucky taste. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;HAPPY BELATED FOURTEENTH TO ERIKA BALASURIYA!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my retarded, black sister. yeah, we know you're so special cause you're mixed jap and sri lankan.&lt;br /&gt;:DDD remember stickin ur middle finger up that gingerbread toy jing gave you? :P&lt;br /&gt;love you babe, come stay here again lahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize there are a lot of august babies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6740521479697698980-8552230014657347941?l=estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com/feeds/8552230014657347941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6740521479697698980&amp;postID=8552230014657347941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740521479697698980/posts/default/8552230014657347941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740521479697698980/posts/default/8552230014657347941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com/2009/08/bday-wishes.html' title='&amp;belated b&apos;day wishes.'/><author><name>esther tan [lil' miss apprehensive]</name><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-6740521479697698980.post-6170776886286872995</id><published>2009-08-27T05:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T05:21:33.529-07:00</updated><title type='text'>&amp;listen up i feel a lil' drunk, let's speed up the drums and create dirty funk.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;DJ spinnin it, whole clubs diggin it,&lt;br /&gt; diggin the dirty funk I'm singin it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;yesterday night went out to the curve. went there earlier on purpose to walk around. but that lady at the adinda boutique was out so we wasted our time there. =.=&lt;br /&gt;didn't even get to pierce my ears.&lt;br /&gt;they were having this idk function there? dodgeball and people dancing. saw acker there. :)&lt;br /&gt;four of us had an overload of popcorn. medium sized summore.&lt;br /&gt;we got the best seats in the cinema!! we got the love seat at the extreme last row. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;imagine that was awesome. it was so funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"SAPIDA'S DRAGON, PLEAAASE LET ME PASS!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"ain't nothin' but a thang, man"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we reached home at 12.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this morning, woke up and couldn't find my specs. stuck in them contacts. eye was damn itchy.&lt;br /&gt;piano.&lt;br /&gt;came back and practiced summore.&lt;br /&gt;mmh, i can't believe it's tomorrow. it's tomorrow. less than 24 hours away.&lt;br /&gt;i'm like, the last candidate.&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;got a facking blister on my thumb.&lt;br /&gt;shoulders hurt now.. forehead and nose skin peelin. only you should see my brother.&lt;br /&gt;hah. he looks really indian. and his face is totally SHEDDING.&lt;br /&gt;it's hilarious if it weren't so gross, actually.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Picture this, a whole club rockin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;it's Friday night and the beats aren't stopping,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;its actually Saturday, we don't clock it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;We're too busy havin a rave or head boppin it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;One for the women sippin gin and tonics,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I thought I was on it but this girl had a boyfriend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;He came over like "bruv that's my girlfriend"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was like alright mister, pipe down, pipe down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Theres no need to go and have a fight now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well maybe later&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6740521479697698980-6170776886286872995?l=estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com/feeds/6170776886286872995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6740521479697698980&amp;postID=6170776886286872995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740521479697698980/posts/default/6170776886286872995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740521479697698980/posts/default/6170776886286872995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com/2009/08/up-i-feel-lil-drunk-lets-speed-up-drums.html' title='&amp;listen up i feel a lil&apos; drunk, let&apos;s speed up the drums and create dirty funk.'/><author><name>esther tan [lil' miss apprehensive]</name><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-6740521479697698980.post-7707852798618356762</id><published>2009-08-25T19:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T21:02:08.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>&amp;how do you play with sweaty palms and a beating heart?</title><content type='html'>OK. freaking blogger let me down too. it's not uploading any more pictures for me. :/&lt;br /&gt;so yeah. stupid blogger. stupid facebook.&lt;br /&gt;STUPIDDDDD. ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;tired esther + hungry esther + nervous esther = one helloffa cranky bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;it's chemistry man. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;practical is on FRIDAYY!!! TWO MORE DAYS!!! (yeah i know i've said this tons of times. but whatever, ok?)&lt;br /&gt;freaking two more days. and i have no facking idea what the fack is the baroque period. or whatever renoissance thingijibby.&lt;br /&gt;OR IDENTIFYIN THE CHORDS. ick. ick. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and it's two days away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ick. ick. ick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boomp de bump.&lt;br /&gt;maternity wards.&lt;br /&gt;randomm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zzz. postpone b'day outing to next month. dad has not given in yet. he still thinks that something might happen and he's gotta be responsible for it. he says "ask them go themselves".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;ISH LAH DADDY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am going to pierce my ears today night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6740521479697698980-7707852798618356762?l=estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com/feeds/7707852798618356762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6740521479697698980&amp;postID=7707852798618356762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740521479697698980/posts/default/7707852798618356762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740521479697698980/posts/default/7707852798618356762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com/2009/08/do-you-play-with-sweaty-palms-and.html' title='&amp;how do you play with sweaty palms and a beating heart?'/><author><name>esther tan [lil' miss apprehensive]</name><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-6740521479697698980.post-3107054984946441185</id><published>2009-08-25T06:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T07:04:31.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>&amp;i've got the gift of one liners and you've got the curse of curves.</title><content type='html'>went to watch UP today. i love that show. it's so sweet and touchinggg.&lt;br /&gt;bro and sis b'day outing so i stayed with family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out at night yesterday with mom.&lt;br /&gt;begged my mom to buy me a RM99 padini bag. which of course she refused to. =.=&lt;br /&gt;so went to brands outlet to buy shirts instead. =.=&lt;br /&gt;oh well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanted to pierce my ears but by the time my kakak finished looking at the baju kebaya the shop closed d. =.=&lt;br /&gt;neways, will be going out tomorrow night. to the movies. imagine that.&lt;br /&gt;decided to call my tuition teacher, and let my mom pick some other friend of hers to go. ;)&lt;br /&gt;at 9.30 pm :O first time i watched a movie that late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;anyways i got a cbox. biggie news okay.. :D jk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ZOMG my practical's this friday. i'm so scared. very very scared. frantic.&lt;br /&gt;it's like. that feeling. when you're at the very top of a roller coaster which is going to zoom back down type of feeling. when your stomach drops type of feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bliddy facebook, cannot change my DP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;"&gt;okays, i'm off.&lt;br /&gt;ciaos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6740521479697698980-3107054984946441185?l=estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com/feeds/3107054984946441185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6740521479697698980&amp;postID=3107054984946441185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740521479697698980/posts/default/3107054984946441185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740521479697698980/posts/default/3107054984946441185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com/2009/08/got-gift-of-one-liners-and-youve-got.html' title='&amp;i&apos;ve got the gift of one liners and you&apos;ve got the curse of curves.'/><author><name>esther tan [lil' miss apprehensive]</name><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-6740521479697698980.post-5920443697000144338</id><published>2009-08-24T19:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T03:18:19.421-07:00</updated><title type='text'>&amp;sleep under a palm tree, feel the rush of the ocean.</title><content type='html'>P.D. day trip. these are part one of the pictures. camwhoring here. you've been warned... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8tFY7y0u7-M/SpOXTC8_REI/AAAAAAAAAKs/20ReIjS_TZw/s1600-h/P1190842.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8tFY7y0u7-M/SpOXTC8_REI/AAAAAAAAAKs/20ReIjS_TZw/s320/P1190842.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373805133849117762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;lollipop eclipse. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8tFY7y0u7-M/SpOXSnysgsI/AAAAAAAAAKk/QMPN5w4huIs/s1600-h/P1190831.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8tFY7y0u7-M/SpOXSnysgsI/AAAAAAAAAKk/QMPN5w4huIs/s320/P1190831.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373805126558188226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8tFY7y0u7-M/SpOXSJdwfII/AAAAAAAAAKc/YKM7OUpz8Nk/s1600-h/P1190832.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; 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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;jia hwang is random. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;get well soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;i heard you had a stroke. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;or was it heart attack?&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/6740521479697698980-4426548669038755823?l=estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com/feeds/4426548669038755823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6740521479697698980&amp;postID=4426548669038755823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740521479697698980/posts/default/4426548669038755823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740521479697698980/posts/default/4426548669038755823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com/2009/08/he-be-beautiful-or-just-beautiful.html' title='&amp;would he be beautiful, or just a beautiful disaster?'/><author><name>esther tan [lil' miss apprehensive]</name><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-6740521479697698980.post-6665771175659620635</id><published>2009-08-21T06:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T06:34:34.347-07:00</updated><title type='text'>&amp;i bark but don't bite.</title><content type='html'>i found a new blogskin. and i'm trying to apply it. but it ain't working. still trying :(&lt;br /&gt;wake up, smell the breakup, fix my heart put on my makeup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nope.&lt;br /&gt;wake up late, realize that i didn't have to wake up early cause it rained so no tennis, laze in bed until my nose runs, turn off the aircond, stumble through piles of clothes to get to the door, walk down the stairs, eat sandwich, do science homework, and wonder if jayse is going to school so should i bring the goblet of fire for her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup that's more like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bro and sis not going to school today. cause they ain't gonna study. PC is becoming crap now. thank god i got outta that school before we had that suck-ass-baboon headmaster. like, for fack's sake. ask every kid to bring a THERMOMETER to school because of H1N1??? then what, teacher spend the whole day teaching 50 kids to use a thermometer? no need go school deh.&lt;br /&gt;stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;came to school.. oh by the way, did you realize? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;kimberley actually has a very sweet, sensitive, caring side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; unfortunately, that side is only reserved for her boyfriend. kimberley, can i be your second boyfriend? um um. walked around. phuay yee didn't come today, and sabrina too. sabrina is off to KK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;SABRINA, IF YOU DO NOT REACH THE PEAK OF KK, I SHALL LAUGH AT YOU UNTIL MY TEETH DROP OUT&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; but of course, i shall comfort you. AFTER MY TEETH FALL OUT.&lt;br /&gt;have fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miss vui's lecturer came today, an OLD OLD OLDE WOMAN. today's lesson was quite cool. you know that activity when they give you straws and an egg and drop it down? yeah. VICTORY EGG!!! :D she gave us RM50 to buy any drink we wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realize i have been laughing extra much these few days.&lt;br /&gt;yesterday we were laughing at &lt;strong&gt;BATUTUP&lt;/strong&gt;. non-stop in the library and all the snotty librarians were going like "this is a library, please lower down your voices!" yada yada yada. ;p&lt;br /&gt;and today... we're laughing at &lt;strong&gt;TOFU ASHRAF ALWI&lt;/strong&gt;!!! give it up for him yo.&lt;br /&gt;"you're just acting tough daddy on the outside, but on the inside you're so sweet and soft as tofu that santa claus is jealous."&lt;br /&gt;and... "he's a very sarcastic guy." and then "OMG then he's the right guy for me!!!"&lt;br /&gt;no lah, too blur and innocent. :D&lt;br /&gt;and all that crap started because he called someone BONY.&lt;br /&gt;:O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CELEBRATE IT'S THE HOLS. THE AWESOME HOLS.&lt;br /&gt;I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR YOU SO LONG...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;hope ee vern doesn't get H1N1 in aus. :O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;and btw jayse did come to school. ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;P.D. on sunday. so cannot wait.&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/6740521479697698980-6665771175659620635?l=estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com/feeds/6665771175659620635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6740521479697698980&amp;postID=6665771175659620635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740521479697698980/posts/default/6665771175659620635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740521479697698980/posts/default/6665771175659620635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com/2009/08/bark-but-dont-bite.html' title='&amp;i bark but don&apos;t bite.'/><author><name>esther tan [lil' miss apprehensive]</name><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-6740521479697698980.post-1368559865240900824</id><published>2009-08-19T20:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T20:40:36.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>&amp;sweet dreams. NOT.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fear. it's eating meee!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my practical is next week friday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and right now i'm feeling pretty sick. that kiwi i just ate feels like it's gonna come right back up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i wanna time travel like henry. :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i have absolutely no idea how i'm gonna sit for that exam. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;it's gonna be a right ol' freaking dampener over my hols. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;i swear, i'll be so worried i'll piss my pants off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;AAAAAAAAARGH.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6740521479697698980-1368559865240900824?l=estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com/feeds/1368559865240900824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6740521479697698980&amp;postID=1368559865240900824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740521479697698980/posts/default/1368559865240900824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740521479697698980/posts/default/1368559865240900824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com/2009/08/dreams-not.html' title='&amp;sweet dreams. NOT.'/><author><name>esther tan [lil' miss apprehensive]</name><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-6740521479697698980.post-5163536216939319846</id><published>2009-08-17T06:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T06:59:40.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'>&amp;you got me lookin' for the rest of me.</title><content type='html'>i'm thinking that my blog skin really sucks. madeleine, how do you edit your blog skin?&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on saturday night, had a joint birthday party at my place. for my bro, sis, dad's friend and i. and the food was really awesomeee. and there was a tiny little hitch with the chocolates... (wink wink). yuh. that's about it. no pictures about that. blahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on sunday. lazed around. watched shanghai noon for the second time. which reminds me of shanghai nights, which reminds me of australia, which reminds me of my cousins, which reminds me of their awesome TV. owen wilson is so hot. okay. cute. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday. which is today. when i came back from tuition, i was getting outta the car. then i heard the DJ steve announcing that the cue to sms for movie passes to watch imagine that were happening now. so i just texted it in. like, i never expected to win. cause i'd been wasting god knows how much money texting for mtv world stage and i never won. :( so i was upstairs, and my mom shouted esther your phone. then the guy said "esther, imagine if you got tix to watch imagine that." then i was like "omg that'd be so awesome." and blah blah blah. then i heard my convo on radio. and i realized that people's voices all sound the same on radio!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAAAAAAAAAAAAMN, I WANTED TIX FOR UP!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, you can be sure i'm bloody hurt. not by what you said, but you never said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'll post an update bout my bro and sis's burtday todayyy. :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;muahrsxxz. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6740521479697698980-5163536216939319846?l=estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com/feeds/5163536216939319846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6740521479697698980&amp;postID=5163536216939319846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740521479697698980/posts/default/5163536216939319846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740521479697698980/posts/default/5163536216939319846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com/2009/08/got-me-lookin-for-rest-of-me.html' title='&amp;you got me lookin&apos; for the rest of me.'/><author><name>esther tan [lil' miss apprehensive]</name><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-6740521479697698980.post-6542751527064143902</id><published>2009-08-12T05:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T05:34:52.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>&amp;say that it's gonna be all right, that it's gonna be okay. don't walk away.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;thanks guys. :DD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the internet is so laggy. i freaking hate p1w1max. never ever ever get it. if you have streamyx and you think it stinks, be content with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;laughed my arse off today&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;seem to be laughing my arse off a lot lately. thanks to that stupid retarded jayse. SHE IS RETARDEDDD!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;we were trying to rap "eensy weensy spider". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;then she started singing this song about kimberley being santa claus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;and then i accidentally sprayed kimberley with too much water. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;we walked around school. (NOT PART OF THE SCHOOL STUPID KIM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;lacy bras. HA HAHAHAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;retarded dungus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;shall post pictures soon. shall put cbox in soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;SOON.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;SOON.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;SOON.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#666666;"&gt;NEXT TO NEVER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&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/6740521479697698980-6542751527064143902?l=estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com/feeds/6542751527064143902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6740521479697698980&amp;postID=6542751527064143902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740521479697698980/posts/default/6542751527064143902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740521479697698980/posts/default/6542751527064143902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com/2009/08/that-its-gonna-be-all-right-that-its.html' title='&amp;say that it&apos;s gonna be all right, that it&apos;s gonna be okay. don&apos;t walk away.'/><author><name>esther tan [lil' miss apprehensive]</name><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-6740521479697698980.post-4228182898314803647</id><published>2009-08-09T06:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T07:05:49.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'>&amp;countless lovers under cover of the street.</title><content type='html'>So glad you remembered. :DDD I'm happy now. Yeah, missed you toooo. :))) There's a reason why we're bestfriends. Yup, been meaning to call for ages now but I've always been busy every weekend somehow or other. And I wonder what the HELL are you doing? Since you're in morning school after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;YEAP YEAP MISS YOU LOADSSSSSSSSS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea yea i'm getting a cbox soon...&lt;br /&gt;be patient LAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the weekend passed &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;tooo fasttttt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; :(&lt;br /&gt;doesn't it suck? how the weekend's only two days. should be three to balance up. :D&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6740521479697698980-4228182898314803647?l=estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com/feeds/4228182898314803647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6740521479697698980&amp;postID=4228182898314803647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740521479697698980/posts/default/4228182898314803647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740521479697698980/posts/default/4228182898314803647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com/2009/08/lovers-under-cover-of-street.html' title='&amp;countless lovers under cover of the street.'/><author><name>esther tan [lil' miss apprehensive]</name><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-6740521479697698980.post-7839195149091051485</id><published>2009-08-09T03:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T04:03:09.944-07:00</updated><title type='text'>&amp;i said "are you gonna be my girl"</title><content type='html'>Woke up at 7.30 today. &lt;em&gt;woowwwww&lt;/em&gt;. i know. :)&lt;br /&gt;went to eat at the indian shop.&lt;br /&gt;today, i tried something different. the "pourri" or however you spell it.&lt;br /&gt;it's this round thing which is inflated and hollow inside.&lt;br /&gt;when it came, i said "why's there two?". then the guy said "it's a set".&lt;br /&gt;like, think sick. a set. i couldn't stop laughing. sadly, there is no picture. go buy it and see. :D&lt;br /&gt;came home, then went to puay chai for bro and sis' upgrading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AHAHAHAHAH, MY UBER HILARIOUS BROTHER AND HIS &lt;em&gt;ZHUNTED&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;JUMPING FRONT KICK.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;HA HA HA HA HA.&lt;/span&gt; i really died laughing until the instructor gave me the evil eye. mua ha haaa.&lt;br /&gt;drastic changes i noticed about puay chai : they covered part of the drain!!!&lt;br /&gt;arrghhs.. miss it.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at 9.45 SHARP, how precise, we got in the car. sorry aud/mad, we were slightly late because my mom went to taman sea instead of SKTS. even though i clearly told her BOMBA. fetched kim. aud's parents fetched us to SPCA.&lt;br /&gt;uhmm.. the rest say that paws smells worse than SPCA? but when i got out of the car, (not to sound L.O.A. or whatever) but i really wanted to gag. the stench was. godawful.&lt;br /&gt;after a while got used to it though, duh.&lt;br /&gt;soooo... the lady brought us to this big table. and told us to peel the meat off it. those things are dozens and hundreds of chicken necks. i found a testicle. and madeleine was freaked. pretty disgusting, smart audrey cut her fingernails. chicken meat was stuck under my nails. -.-&lt;br /&gt;after about... i dunno, half an hour or an hour of peeling meat.. the lady got a huge pail of rice and mixed it with the chicken. then she scooped them into bowls and told us to feed the dogs.&lt;br /&gt;after that, we fed the doggies with water..&lt;br /&gt;saw some really tiny cute puppies. :DD&lt;br /&gt;i only saw four other volunteers there besides us.&lt;br /&gt;at 12 we had a break, went to old town white coffee for lunch. realized that my mother forgot to give me money. then smsed her with kim's phone saying "you see you forgot to give me money, now guess what i'm eating? &lt;em&gt;KAYA TOAST."&lt;/em&gt; (btw audrey, how much money do i o u?)&lt;br /&gt;then went to ampang point. to use the LOO. cuz some freak with a lot of shit was hogging the toilet in old town white coffee. paid &lt;em&gt;thirty cents&lt;/em&gt; to use the &lt;strong&gt;dirty &lt;/strong&gt;toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we went back to SPCA, the dogs didn't need anymore help, only the cats. no one wanted to help the cats.. so yeaaah. there were many people there who were adopting dogs. patted the cute dogs for a while then went back. fetched kim and mad back.&lt;br /&gt;we smell like dogs.&lt;br /&gt;came home, showered (scrubbed and washed my hair) to get rid of the dog smell. ==&lt;br /&gt;watched pirates of the carribbean. went to aunt's house for tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;came home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;knackered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Really cool experience.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6740521479697698980-7839195149091051485?l=estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com/feeds/7839195149091051485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6740521479697698980&amp;postID=7839195149091051485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740521479697698980/posts/default/7839195149091051485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740521479697698980/posts/default/7839195149091051485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com/2009/08/said-are-you-gonna-be-my-girl.html' title='&amp;i said &quot;are you gonna be my girl&quot;'/><author><name>esther tan [lil' miss apprehensive]</name><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-6740521479697698980.post-3489188914776985926</id><published>2009-08-09T03:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T03:48:04.471-07:00</updated><title type='text'>&amp;hmm-mm-hmm-mmh. i can't heaar youuu.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;eh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i am not a flirt.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;get that straight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6740521479697698980-3489188914776985926?l=estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com/feeds/3489188914776985926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6740521479697698980&amp;postID=3489188914776985926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740521479697698980/posts/default/3489188914776985926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740521479697698980/posts/default/3489188914776985926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-cant-heaar-youuu.html' title='&amp;hmm-mm-hmm-mmh. i can&apos;t heaar youuu.'/><author><name>esther tan [lil' miss apprehensive]</name><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-6740521479697698980.post-5492835207492346795</id><published>2009-08-05T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T21:06:57.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>&amp;i wanna hold you bad.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;so imperfect. so insecure. so unconfident. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;haven't updated lately. like my new skin? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the weather sucks. it was extremely hazy yesterday. cold, too. today morning, i woke up and said. wow, fantastic weather for PJ. and when i came back from piano it was all gloomy and hazy. urrgh. we better have PJK today. i might just kill myself if we don't.&lt;br /&gt;PJK should be on every day, at least two times a week. so much for "badan cergas, otak cerdas."&lt;br /&gt;or however you say it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;drastic changes lately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6740521479697698980-5492835207492346795?l=estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com/feeds/5492835207492346795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6740521479697698980&amp;postID=5492835207492346795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740521479697698980/posts/default/5492835207492346795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740521479697698980/posts/default/5492835207492346795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com/2009/08/wanna-hold-you-bad.html' title='&amp;i wanna hold you bad.'/><author><name>esther tan [lil' miss apprehensive]</name><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-6740521479697698980.post-3305906998585033003</id><published>2009-08-05T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T21:03:24.589-07:00</updated><title type='text'>&amp;it's your birthday. shhh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8tFY7y0u7-M/SnpVl1uQuBI/AAAAAAAAAIs/jN6L0Bwy93U/s1600-h/P1010079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366696014530000914" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8tFY7y0u7-M/SnpVl1uQuBI/AAAAAAAAAIs/jN6L0Bwy93U/s400/P1010079.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;BIRTH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;DAY MICHE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;LLE L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;UM!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;have an awesome one! (i know you did. :D)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;may you have, say... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ten thousand more admirers. :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6740521479697698980-3305906998585033003?l=estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com/feeds/3305906998585033003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6740521479697698980&amp;postID=3305906998585033003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740521479697698980/posts/default/3305906998585033003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740521479697698980/posts/default/3305906998585033003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com/2009/08/your-birthday-shhh.html' title='&amp;it&apos;s your birthday. shhh.'/><author><name>esther tan [lil' miss apprehensive]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8tFY7y0u7-M/SnpVl1uQuBI/AAAAAAAAAIs/jN6L0Bwy93U/s72-c/P1010079.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6740521479697698980.post-882644805476088434</id><published>2009-08-01T02:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T02:47:37.747-07:00</updated><title type='text'>&amp;as i read the words you wrote last night, the butterflies are creepin' through my spine.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8tFY7y0u7-M/SnQNzABg0bI/AAAAAAAAAIk/kOif6SadmZ4/s1600-h/l_b8baaa5ac7c44e0b9fc0d1044ea48a14[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364928225935937970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 432px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 287px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8tFY7y0u7-M/SnQNzABg0bI/AAAAAAAAAIk/kOif6SadmZ4/s400/l_b8baaa5ac7c44e0b9fc0d1044ea48a14%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've passed this ad every thursday. and i've become so obsessed i'm putting a picture of it. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;THE GUY/GUYS IS/ARE SOO HOT. so hot weiihh. erm. yeah. cuz they're models. but still.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;gassppp. WHATTHEFACKS MAN. i just discovered that... the uber uber sexy model on the extreme right is none other than... my future husband, only he doesn't know that yet. ;p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;ALEX &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;PETT&lt;/span&gt;YF&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;ERR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;RR!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;zomg. no wonder lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The guy in the middle is also hot. will cameron. omgggg. !!! &lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&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/6740521479697698980-882644805476088434?l=estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com/feeds/882644805476088434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6740521479697698980&amp;postID=882644805476088434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740521479697698980/posts/default/882644805476088434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740521479697698980/posts/default/882644805476088434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-read-words-you-wrote-last-night.html' title='&amp;as i read the words you wrote last night, the butterflies are creepin&apos; through my spine.'/><author><name>esther tan [lil' miss apprehensive]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8tFY7y0u7-M/SnQNzABg0bI/AAAAAAAAAIk/kOif6SadmZ4/s72-c/l_b8baaa5ac7c44e0b9fc0d1044ea48a14%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6740521479697698980.post-5310055698646140253</id><published>2009-08-01T02:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T02:37:36.474-07:00</updated><title type='text'>&amp;i know you want me to want you i want to.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;paws MF&lt;/span&gt;. paws Mission Failed. yeah. i don't really know what happened there.&lt;br /&gt;anywaysss.&lt;br /&gt;i came to taekwondo today!!! (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;pat pat&lt;/span&gt;) i deserve a medal okay.&lt;br /&gt;dragged my feet to training. now that idiot (oh craps. i suddenly forgot his name. but he's a 'tan' too) that LAN SI idiot is the warm up instructor. the cocky dude. ish. some tiny thing then pushups on his count. and he waits for like. how many seconds? 10? before letting us come up?&lt;br /&gt;this super pro girl was so scary man. &lt;strong&gt;pro-NESS&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then my mom picked me up from school. went to the computer shop. it was 11 and she fetched me back to school. then i went to anjung. and i was like "er. where's sabrina mich and cheryl?" then i asked peigi. she said they left for paws. i asked newton and kerwiin. "they left for paws already lah." and i was like. "ARRGH. NO PHONE." then kindly, zhan yeh pinjamed me his phone. i shall not call you a nerd anymore. :D instead i shall call you the very kind boy who wears glasses. ;)&lt;br /&gt;then yeah i called michelle. and i found out they were in OK restaurant. so i had half an hour to kill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HALF AN HOUR IN AN EMPTY SCHOOL DOES NOT PASS FAST.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to anjung. nearly fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;decided to walk around. halfway down to the frontgate met kimberley and audrey. then madeleine came. wanted to play volleyball so bad. :/&lt;br /&gt;squished the red bean pau in the car. :p&lt;br /&gt;drove to paws. paws smells btw. saw this uber cute doggie in the office. really shaggy, tiny, and small. it can flatten itself on the floor with its hands and legs spread over the floor. so cute. the fur on it's legs is like a lil' feather duster. eeeks.&lt;br /&gt;drove to sahara field. to pick rubbish. we did pick rubbish. two pieces. "WHERE THE HECK IS THE HOLE?"&lt;br /&gt;walked to kayu. btw, &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;thanks madeleine for letting me steal some credit. and zhanyeh&lt;/span&gt;. :)&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;came home. continued geo project.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6740521479697698980-5310055698646140253?l=estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com/feeds/5310055698646140253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6740521479697698980&amp;postID=5310055698646140253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740521479697698980/posts/default/5310055698646140253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740521479697698980/posts/default/5310055698646140253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com/2009/08/know-you-want-me-to-want-you-i-want-to.html' title='&amp;i know you want me to want you i want to.'/><author><name>esther tan [lil' miss apprehensive]</name><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-6740521479697698980.post-6244872109754249260</id><published>2009-07-31T05:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T06:03:00.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>&amp;i am telling myself to change my view of things now. revising every single thing people tell me.</title><content type='html'>i've got too many shocks in a week. way too many. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;TOO MANYYY&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MY PUNY BRAIN SIMPLY CANNOT COPE WITH IT&lt;/span&gt;. too many things happened in a week. too much shocking crap people &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;stuffed&lt;/span&gt; in my head.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;well. first there is the business.. with ashley. yeah, thanks so much for shocking me. i'm trying to figure out whether you were lying or what.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;and there's the business with.. well not really important but shocking still.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;and there's the other one. aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaargh pervert.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;PERVERT.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;PERVERT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;omg. i'm never ever gonna be able to see him in the same light again. ever.&lt;/span&gt; goosebumps on my arms and legs. eeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;betcha thinkin three things aint a lot. but these three lil things carry so much shock dynamite in them i think my mind is blown to smithereens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shocking revelations okay.&lt;/em&gt; they are making me review every damn thing now. thank you so much. ugh.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;choral speakin at subang parade. we lost. :D la salle won. they were awesome. really. ate at pizza hut. sick of McD's. but now i'm wishing i went to mcd's to tar pow.&lt;br /&gt;there was this thing with baskin robbins. i'm completely obsessed with BR. like yeah yeah i know they come from the same cows but they taste so good. and it was crowded. so i took a counter from the table and felt a bit lost. because i had no idea what to do and where to queue up.&lt;br /&gt;then this kind lady told us that there's an express counter for those wanting a cone only not the gallons and pints of it. so sabrina asked the guy "is this the express counter?" and the guy was like "no no no express counter." when there's a sign saying EXPRESS COUNTER in front of him. and sabrina was mad mad. :D then i was like "shh shh, dont say so loud, later they tak mau layan you." i think their service is &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;really really&lt;/span&gt; shitty. we queued up for twenty minutes. just for a scoop of ice cream. we must be mad. ;DDD&lt;br /&gt;went to toys r us to look for stuff. saw pn siti. she went to toys r us to shop for babyy stuff!!! oooh. can you believe that a 5 x 5 rubik cube costs 90 bucks? for about 100 squares of plastic. rubik's has so many awesome editions. i wanna collect em.&lt;br /&gt;pn siti gave us mcD ice cream vouchers. because this choral thing is sponsored by McD's. so we got a fifty cent vanilla ice cream. sapu also. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;did i mention that i am stuffed with ice cream?&lt;/span&gt; (yeah sabrina, i'm so regretting choosing mint ice cream now. :( ) sabrina's icecream was so awesome.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the MC for the choral speaking is such a. such a.. oh i don't know. i can't find the right term to decribe him. cocky? annoying? oh i don't know.&lt;br /&gt;he was about to announce the winner. of the whole competition. and he said "the first place goes to.. teammm...... TWO!!!" that's what everyone heard. TEAM TWO. so team two jumped up and started hugging, and crying, and yelling, and clapping. when they were done. the mc just said "i didn't say TWO, i said CHUP." ohforgod'ssake, how the HECK can CHUP become TWO?&lt;br /&gt;i felt so bad for team 2. they just jumped outta their seats only to be told minutes later that it was a cock-up?&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;came back to school. skipped chinese test. :DD dang. this means we gotta memorize d la peewhy and sabrina. :))) camwhored in the anjung. go to phuay yee's blog for pictures.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;morbid fantasies&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6740521479697698980-6244872109754249260?l=estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com/feeds/6244872109754249260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6740521479697698980&amp;postID=6244872109754249260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740521479697698980/posts/default/6244872109754249260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740521479697698980/posts/default/6244872109754249260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com/2009/07/am-telling-myself-to-change-my-view-of.html' title='&amp;i am telling myself to change my view of things now. revising every single thing people tell me.'/><author><name>esther tan [lil' miss apprehensive]</name><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-6740521479697698980.post-1797832201646729429</id><published>2009-07-28T06:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T06:11:03.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>&amp;would you call those friends you never see, reminisce old memories?</title><content type='html'>ain't been bloggin' for a while.. so first ups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blue house lost to purple house 4-0 netball finals. congrats. there was this lil' kid there.. teacher's daughter. the teacher who scolded me because my nails were long. i mean.. i just cut them. a week ago. and duh they grow. but anyway, i like her because she has a cute daughter. ;DDDD&lt;br /&gt;her daughter is, no doubt, the cutest lil' kiddo i've ever seen in my entire life. (oh hangons, prolly the six hundredth cute kid.) ooooohhh she's so adorableeee!!! and she poopy pooped in her diapies, :X her name is shahira. i think that's how you spell it.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new CPU. it's so fugly. it. IS. FUGLYYY. first of all, it's black which doesn't match my silver computer screen. secondly, even though it IS a very nice metallic black, smack in the middle is the CD player, which seems to be made out of cacat plastic. as in, the old kind. the peach kind. yuckk.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;impossible baljit wants us to hand in our geo project next month. thumbs up man.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"you're obsessed with jaws, fingers, hands, summore what ah?" :DDD that's about it,  i thinkk. oh yahh. "ANNND the lips. and teeth."&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sabrina's rubik cube got rampased. pn rozaini is really suchh a bitttchhh. btw... my ancient mighty beanz is farking out the window on the sill. AAAAAAAGH.&lt;br /&gt;i have no idea how my finger pushed it out. and how was i to know there was a stupid hole there???&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6740521479697698980-1797832201646729429?l=estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com/feeds/1797832201646729429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6740521479697698980&amp;postID=1797832201646729429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740521479697698980/posts/default/1797832201646729429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740521479697698980/posts/default/1797832201646729429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com/2009/07/you-call-those-friends-you-never-see.html' title='&amp;would you call those friends you never see, reminisce old memories?'/><author><name>esther tan [lil' miss apprehensive]</name><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-6740521479697698980.post-8197625215733361060</id><published>2009-07-22T06:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T06:31:31.632-07:00</updated><title type='text'>&amp;i used to be love drunk, and now i'm hung over.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;HAPP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Y BIR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;THDA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Y GAB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;RIEL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!! YOU ARE FOURTEEN YEARS OLD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;HIP-HIP-HOOORAYY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;DDD&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my god. tomorrow is thursday, it's so fast!!! the week just flew by. literally. surprising how time flies when you don't want it to. and yeah, tomorrow is thursday, which is the day of my piano lesson. this is the first time i'm really REALLY dreading it. like sure i can dread my theory exercises and stuff but i really don't want to gooo!!!&lt;br /&gt;cause..&lt;br /&gt;i'm hopeless at identifying chords. OHEMGEEEES. i'm so desperate. i went to the abrsm website and begged them for help. they told me to play the chord over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;OMG....................................&lt;br /&gt;arrgghhh shitesss.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got a bit carried away dissin prefects yesterday. take it back. although not to certain PEOPLE. like the spastic child. and the bitchy swishy-haired bitch. (sorry charmaine, like, i know she's your friend and all...). yeah, that's about it. AND. JIT HOW. YOU BUM. grrrr.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cik rosniza is a biatch.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;g'luck to you netballers!!! tammy, li anne!!!&lt;br /&gt;btw. the stupid leech bites i got since the moral trip have not healed yet. i have no idea why. they itch like crazyyy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6740521479697698980-8197625215733361060?l=estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com/feeds/8197625215733361060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6740521479697698980&amp;postID=8197625215733361060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740521479697698980/posts/default/8197625215733361060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740521479697698980/posts/default/8197625215733361060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com/2009/07/used-to-be-love-drunk-and-now-im-hung.html' title='&amp;i used to be love drunk, and now i&apos;m hung over.'/><author><name>esther tan [lil' miss apprehensive]</name><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-6740521479697698980.post-2092012214068103920</id><published>2009-07-21T07:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T07:16:27.714-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>blogger is weird. they posted my post a day late.&lt;br /&gt;and now i'm fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cried. and felt so bad.&lt;br /&gt;someone's gotta give me lessons in "how to turn the tap off and on at the right time and place".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm happy now.&lt;br /&gt;:DDDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way. just a lil short thing.&lt;br /&gt;i hate all prefects. screw you all.&lt;br /&gt;i really couldn't care less if you are so called doing your job.&lt;br /&gt;you guys make me sick. especially the form ones. stop acting so superior. just 'cause you're a bloody prefect doesn't mean you can boss people around. being a snotty snobby prefect doesn't make you any grander. that ugly oversized maroon blazer and that dumb shiny name tag doesn't make you any better. don't you have anything better to do? piss off and stop shoving your arms in front of my tits. not like i'mma run away. tmn sea is the only freaking school which fines people. and it wasn't ankle socks. since when did you announce to the whole school that ankle socks are considered if the socks ain't coverin a tiny winy bit of your ankle? then you tell me i should know myself. forchrissakes, how'm i supposed to know if you don't tell me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6740521479697698980-2092012214068103920?l=estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com/feeds/2092012214068103920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6740521479697698980&amp;postID=2092012214068103920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740521479697698980/posts/default/2092012214068103920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740521479697698980/posts/default/2092012214068103920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com/2009/07/blogger-is-weird.html' title=''/><author><name>esther tan [lil' miss apprehensive]</name><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-6740521479697698980.post-6600857678582758952</id><published>2009-07-21T07:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T07:08:28.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>&amp;you wanna touch me too.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;my world feels and looks like shite. IS shite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my grade 8 is coming up. and suddenly my hearing and oral going bonkers. which is creeping me out cause i never had a problem with it and now i just can't do it. it's so frustrating. FRUS. TRA. TING. i wanna sink down to the floor, punch my bloody knuckles out, abuse it, and cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm a sub for netball. whoopdeedoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and geo is coming up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and a whole lot more shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yah. piss off, world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;a very pissed off person. &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/6740521479697698980-6600857678582758952?l=estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com/feeds/6600857678582758952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6740521479697698980&amp;postID=6600857678582758952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740521479697698980/posts/default/6600857678582758952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740521479697698980/posts/default/6600857678582758952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com/2009/07/wanna-touch-me-too.html' title='&amp;you wanna touch me too.'/><author><name>esther tan [lil' miss apprehensive]</name><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-6740521479697698980.post-4473342386403323798</id><published>2009-07-17T07:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T07:25:51.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>&amp;i heard that you were trouble but i couldn't resist.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i make 'em good girls go baaaad!!&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; :DDD seriously i've downloaded every darn song by cobra starship last year but i think this is a new one.&lt;br /&gt;and if you don't like &lt;strong&gt;gabe saporta&lt;/strong&gt;, or if you don't think he's hot, i really don't like you. :(&lt;br /&gt;just kiddin.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw the.. (brace yourselves people) the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;super-duper-fuper-yuper-oh-so-adorable-sexy-hot-yummylicious-bootylicious-buff crash.&lt;/span&gt; BADADBADABADABING. I'm stunned. All the while I was like "&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OHMYGOD PLEASE SOMEONE THROW THE BALL THIS WAYY&lt;/span&gt;!!!"&lt;br /&gt;mmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;mmmmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;mmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;mmmm&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;gorgeous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;drop dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many people were absent from class today. All off watching MU or going somewhere. Ee vern and sabrina went dunno kampung or something. ash went to frickin watch MU. train oni. aand.. phuay yee. dunno pergi where. :D&lt;br /&gt;laugh like hell during yeo. jit how kept whacking eu weng. like doing the doggie paddle whack or something. gahaha.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;netball. vs yellow house on monday. gaahhh. maybe i should go to gt tomorrow and play netball there. speakin' 'bout tomorrow... CAN YOU BEAT THIS? I bet what i'm doing tomorrow night is muuch more interestin that what youre doin. (ok, sounds wrong). beat this. i'm going to listen slash watch to an opera. i mean orchestra. like. cello. violin. viola. sax. blah. ooh. i can't wait. note the sarcasm. the plus side is, i get to sleep. because the orchestra will serenade me to sleep and it's at night.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just stuffed myself with nachos. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;mexican food ftw man&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. ciao. it's a friday and you have no idea how happy i am.&lt;br /&gt;what i am going to do now.. is. this.&lt;br /&gt;instead of finishin my math homework, i will..&lt;br /&gt;i) go upstairs and turn on the air cond.&lt;br /&gt;ii) read P.S. I love you while listening to westlife and prolly cry for fun.&lt;br /&gt;iii) brush my teeth for the second time because i ate nachos. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6740521479697698980-4473342386403323798?l=estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com/feeds/4473342386403323798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6740521479697698980&amp;postID=4473342386403323798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740521479697698980/posts/default/4473342386403323798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740521479697698980/posts/default/4473342386403323798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com/2009/07/heard-that-you-were-trouble-but-i.html' title='&amp;i heard that you were trouble but i couldn&apos;t resist.'/><author><name>esther tan [lil' miss apprehensive]</name><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-6740521479697698980.post-137479726261791145</id><published>2009-07-15T06:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T06:37:54.232-07:00</updated><title type='text'>&amp;girl walkin the spot she stop traffic. feels so wicked lovin' like whoa.</title><content type='html'>spread the love about V-Factory!&lt;br /&gt;i'm cravin' for youuu, and you know it toooo. you got meh love struck.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next time i watch a movie, remind me to go with my mom. or go when someone's paying. or at least not go to cineleisure. sorry, but i didn't know the ticket cost rm11. mommyyy quiick bring me out shopping!!! (the best thing is to go out shopping with your parent. she pays for whatever you want. except for those which you really want but she expressly said "no buy" and you buy it yourself.) hah.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't feel like going for netball practice tomorrow. lazyyy laahhh. haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaiz.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and and, to ___. i'm seriously going crayzeee over here!!! could you kindly kindly lend me your account? pleaaaaase? :// pretty please? i'm trying to figure out the best way to handle "CRASH".&lt;/span&gt; like dash-crash. i really want crash. like really really really really really reallly really really really really do. i've never gone crayzee like this beforee!!! pls pls pls lend me yo acc. one reason? becauseee. if you don't lend me your acc, i'm going to go nuts and die. or end up in the nuthouse. i'm sure you don't want your friend in a nuthouse. and second reason i really really want crash. pleaaaaaaaaase. gaaaahhh &lt;333&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no point wanting something you can't have? well, tough luck. cause, i've decided that you can want something you can't have. aand.. it's not ENTIRELY impossible, right? like telling your mom you want a 100 ringgit allowance raise? like trying to chat up someone older who probably has no stinking faintest idea that you exist? riiight? (ahem ahem cough, you know what i meann ;p)&lt;br /&gt;this is crazy man... like crazy. the only link is a boy, who used to be my so called "friend's" ex. link is so not helpful. but it's the only one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;GRRR.GRRR.GRR.GRR.GRRRRR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm ballistic. i'm off to the asylum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6740521479697698980-137479726261791145?l=estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com/feeds/137479726261791145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6740521479697698980&amp;postID=137479726261791145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740521479697698980/posts/default/137479726261791145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740521479697698980/posts/default/137479726261791145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com/2009/07/walkin-spot-she-stop-traffic-feels-so.html' title='&amp;girl walkin the spot she stop traffic. feels so wicked lovin&apos; like whoa.'/><author><name>esther tan [lil' miss apprehensive]</name><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-6740521479697698980.post-2764068844428091943</id><published>2009-07-12T04:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T04:49:07.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>&amp;everybody walk the dinosaur!</title><content type='html'>ice age 3 is so cute!!!&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been sleeping late for dunno how many days, gotta be a record. and i wake up in the middle of the night and i have to wipe my nose or turn off the frigging aircond. hey wait. i've been sleeping late because i'm desperately waiting for the chance to make my sim propose and have the other sim accept. lame. and i've been reading archie comics till my eyeballs pop out. in fact, so much that i see jughead and archie in my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up quite early today. guess what. instead of going out for breakfast, we had breakfast at home. and daddy forced us to eat porridge. one scoop, only thank God. theeeennn... we did painting. seriously i have to upload a pic of my fricking awesome A2 painting. and i'm heartbroken. i changed my SHIRT, but i didn't change my SHORTS. and there is black acrylic paint on my polo jean shorts. when i stood up, my sis was like. "you have paint on your shorts."&lt;br /&gt;shizz. shizzz. i hope the washer can wash it out. arrrrrrrrrrrrgh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and guess what. because of my motherfrigging SKIN. i cannot..&lt;br /&gt;1. play tennis. a.k.a. tournaments&lt;br /&gt;2. GO SWIMMING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;well, blow me down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;i really can not stand this. you're kidding me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anddd. im dead. i haven't even started my geo and sivik. i can't bunk off my sivik. unfortunately.&lt;br /&gt;LIKE I DON'T FREAKING WANT TO!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6740521479697698980-2764068844428091943?l=estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com/feeds/2764068844428091943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6740521479697698980&amp;postID=2764068844428091943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740521479697698980/posts/default/2764068844428091943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740521479697698980/posts/default/2764068844428091943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com/2009/07/walk-dinosaur.html' title='&amp;everybody walk the dinosaur!'/><author><name>esther tan [lil' miss apprehensive]</name><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-6740521479697698980.post-5366708198128408221</id><published>2009-07-10T06:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T06:32:33.689-07:00</updated><title type='text'>&amp;this is why teachers get gray hair. TEEHEEE.</title><content type='html'>I was reading the board at the back of class and they have a few classic jokes. :D&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teacher: john's sleeping in class! george, wake him up!&lt;br /&gt;george: no way. you put him to sleep, YOU wake him up!&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's the only one i remember, but i found a few other hilarious ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teacher: how old were you on your last birthday?&lt;br /&gt;student: seven.&lt;br /&gt;teacher: and how old will you be on your next birthday?&lt;br /&gt;student: nine.&lt;br /&gt;teacher: that's impossible.&lt;br /&gt;student: no, it isn't. i'm eight today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teacher: how can you make so many stupid mistakes in one day?&lt;br /&gt;alfred: i wake up early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teacher: didn't you promise to behave?&lt;br /&gt;student: yes, i did.&lt;br /&gt;teacher: and didn't i promise to punish you if you broke your promise?&lt;br /&gt;student: yes, you did. but since i didn't keep my promise, i don't expect you to keep yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;harold: teacher, would you punish me for something i didn't do?&lt;br /&gt;teacher: of course not.&lt;br /&gt;harold: that's good, because i didn't do my homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mother: why did you get such a low mark for this test?&lt;br /&gt;boy: because of absence.&lt;br /&gt;mother: you mean you were absent on the day of the test?&lt;br /&gt;boy: no the kid beside me was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sylvia: dad, can you write in the dark?&lt;br /&gt;dad: i think so, what do you want me to write?&lt;br /&gt;sylvia: your name on this report card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mother: why on earth did you swallow the money i gave you?&lt;br /&gt;junior: because you said it was lunch money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teacher: if you had one dollar, and you asked your father for another, how much would you have?&lt;br /&gt;kid: a dollar.&lt;br /&gt;teacher (sadly): you don't know your arithmetic.&lt;br /&gt;kid (sadly): you don't know my father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boy: isn't the principal a dummy?&lt;br /&gt;girl: say, do you know who i am?&lt;br /&gt;boy: no.&lt;br /&gt;girl: i'm the principal's daughter.&lt;br /&gt;boy: and do you know who i am?&lt;br /&gt;girl: no.&lt;br /&gt;boy: thank goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teacher: if i had seven oranges in one hand and eight oranges in the other, what would i have?&lt;br /&gt;student: big hands!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6740521479697698980-5366708198128408221?l=estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com/feeds/5366708198128408221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6740521479697698980&amp;postID=5366708198128408221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740521479697698980/posts/default/5366708198128408221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740521479697698980/posts/default/5366708198128408221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com/2009/07/is-why-teachers-get-gray-hair-teeheee.html' title='&amp;this is why teachers get gray hair. TEEHEEE.'/><author><name>esther tan [lil' miss apprehensive]</name><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-6740521479697698980.post-95057157516719133</id><published>2009-07-10T05:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T06:03:34.337-07:00</updated><title type='text'>&amp;i think i'm fallin' for youuuuuu.</title><content type='html'>colbie caillat is so awesomeee!!!&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;updatey updateyy.&lt;br /&gt;okay. i have a long, emo scratchy on my face. just slightly over my right eye. i was in a rush to go for netball  cause i woke up late. like, really late. so i yanked my shirt off with my speckies on. and my specs came up and scratched meee!!! and it hurt like hell. and for the rest of yesterday i washed my whole face except for that part. I WANT TO BE WA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i totally agree with sabrina. malay teachers are becoming... NOT WHAT I WANT THEM TO BE. cik rosniza, our seni teacher, is becoming positively UUUN BEARABLE. marriage made her sour. and pn baljit is so nutty. what is WRONGG with wearing a house shirt to house practice? it's almost plain, and it's light blue. AND PN NUR HANI IS SO URGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we have a new english teacher called Miss Vui, not VOI, michelle :D. she's sabahan, and pretty.&lt;br /&gt;and i am so screwed. pn genga wants to see matt, yujing, vivek, kim, jits, newts, and me. OHMY GODDDD!!! Why did - okay, okay. fine. i said losing virginity to broccoli part. but then in my defense i never forced vivek to write it.&lt;br /&gt;ARRRGHHH!!! WHY VIRGINITY??? WHY NOT GIRLFRIEND???&lt;br /&gt;shoots.&lt;br /&gt;i'm so shitted.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;HAPPY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BIRTHDAY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;SABRINA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; OOOOOI&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;OOI&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;OI!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;may i have the pleasure of reminding you that &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;you are a year closer to getting gray hair. teeeeeheee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;So choral speakingggg.. it's going fine. yesterday was hilarious. &lt;em&gt;FRICKING HILARIOUSSS&lt;/em&gt;. alex's "lelong, lelong veery cheap ah, buy two free one" just made everyone laugh their bum off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;pn siti is pregnant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;saw the prefects practicing their dance for installation. the song they chose was cute. AND ZOMGGG EU WENG WAS SO HILARIOUS!!! hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6740521479697698980-95057157516719133?l=estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com/feeds/95057157516719133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6740521479697698980&amp;postID=95057157516719133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740521479697698980/posts/default/95057157516719133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740521479697698980/posts/default/95057157516719133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com/2009/07/think-im-fallin-for-youuuuuu.html' title='&amp;i think i&apos;m fallin&apos; for youuuuuu.'/><author><name>esther tan [lil' miss apprehensive]</name><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-6740521479697698980.post-8428608965837300610</id><published>2009-07-07T06:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T06:49:38.945-07:00</updated><title type='text'>one random fact, tell me the truth: i spend hours and hours of free time salivating over things i can't have. :)</title><content type='html'>Jealousy. You know the feeling. I know you felt it. Don't deny it. I can see it. You still feel insecure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I think hiding your face away does so much more good than being exposed for everyone to see. Better than opening up. Opening up and feeling raw when something cuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No point wanting something you can't have?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6740521479697698980-8428608965837300610?l=estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com/feeds/8428608965837300610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6740521479697698980&amp;postID=8428608965837300610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740521479697698980/posts/default/8428608965837300610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740521479697698980/posts/default/8428608965837300610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com/2009/07/one-random-fact-tell-me-truth-i-spend.html' title='one random fact, tell me the truth: i spend hours and hours of free time salivating over things i can&apos;t have. :)'/><author><name>esther tan [lil' miss apprehensive]</name><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-6740521479697698980.post-3157487053770196796</id><published>2009-07-07T05:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T06:41:27.021-07:00</updated><title type='text'>&amp;it was only a kiss, how did it end up like this? it was only a kiss.</title><content type='html'>went for Hep A jab yesterday. brother and sister had jabs on the butt. MUA HA HAAA. the doctor was like "so you want it on the bum or the arm?"&lt;br /&gt;rhetorical question.&lt;br /&gt;like. duh i want it on my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ARMMM&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. so in school, yesterday my arm hurt a lil bit when i moved it a lot.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my art rocks. it's called. unique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;not broccoli&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;The Host by Stephenie Meyer&lt;/span&gt; is. goood. so far. ;D quite dense reading though.&lt;br /&gt;yesterday night, shahla, cousin and her bf came over for dinner. Sat through the dinner playing sims 2 on the phone. everything was going so well, until my idiot brother snatched the phone when i was talking to shahla and he made the sim fall out of love. :(((&lt;br /&gt;they should have a "make out" option there.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pn yeo is a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;bum bum baboon&lt;/span&gt;. i absolutely hate that pig.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6740521479697698980-3157487053770196796?l=estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com/feeds/3157487053770196796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6740521479697698980&amp;postID=3157487053770196796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740521479697698980/posts/default/3157487053770196796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740521479697698980/posts/default/3157487053770196796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com/2009/07/was-only-kiss-how-did-it-end-up-like.html' title='&amp;it was only a kiss, how did it end up like this? it was only a kiss.'/><author><name>esther tan [lil' miss apprehensive]</name><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-6740521479697698980.post-2334285117318721435</id><published>2009-07-04T23:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T00:05:08.514-07:00</updated><title type='text'>&amp;If today was your last day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;No matter what gets in my way, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;as long as there's still life in me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;No matter what, remember,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;you know I'd always come for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;seriously chad kroeger? i seriously love that part of the song. it's so. sweeet. :) zomg esther is acting like a total retard. zomg esther is thinking like a total retard. it must be the chlorine water that got absorbed in my brain yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;anyway. give me one utama any day. tropicana city is... bleurgh. okay no. it ain't really fair comparing OU to TC. a fairer way would be: give me bangsar village to tc any day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;total disaster going out to tc with my fam last night. thing is, with my fam, they go to carrefour. and what am i going to do in carrefour? help them pick out soap powder and push the trolleys? and it was 10 when we finally were done. and esprit and bossini were all closed. (the only shop i got to see. because we only made it to the second floor. ==. we didn't even make it further than esprit and bossini. the shops are puny. :( at least bv has FOS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;anyway, i am not going to tc anyMORE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;i finally got my lazy ass up and decorated my room. partially. my ceiling is half full with glo in the darks. :/ and my room is messy. and we upgraded the internet. aaand... yesterday i slept in the "tent".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I just don't have the. er. genius, analytical mind that peewhy, xinli, and matthew have. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;they prolly have mojo jojo brains. rawwwwwwwwwr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I DO NOT CARE. HOW DARE YOU SAY MY TASTE SUCKS? you shall payyyy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;anyways. lame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;PLEASEDONOTRAIN. PLEASEDONOTRAIN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;PLEASE. DO NOT. RAIN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;DO NOT RAIN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I COMMAND YOU TO STAY SUNNY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;pleaaase? :&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/6740521479697698980-2334285117318721435?l=estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com/feeds/2334285117318721435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6740521479697698980&amp;postID=2334285117318721435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740521479697698980/posts/default/2334285117318721435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740521479697698980/posts/default/2334285117318721435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com/2009/07/today-was-your-last-day.html' title='&amp;If today was your last day.'/><author><name>esther tan [lil' miss apprehensive]</name><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-6740521479697698980.post-6132645379868748747</id><published>2009-07-04T02:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T02:19:00.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>&amp;show me what i'm looking for.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;OHMYGOD OHMYGOD DADDY WHERE THE HEEEEEEECKKK ARE YOUUU???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;WHY ARE YOU SO LOOONG??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;YOU ARE FIFTEEN MINUTES PAST YOUR LIMIT!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;going out tonight. to tc. i'm the only person who hasn't been there can you beat it? everyone eg. my friends, and even my PARENTS have been there. except for me. i nearly got to go there after RKA but. complicate-eh-eh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;zomg my mom spoke to genga on RKA. brrrh. after she talked to vivek's dad. -__-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;and. either i'm thick, or.. WHATEVER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;i simply, SIMPLY cannot solve my rubik's cube. believe me, I tried. I checked over sixteen thousand websites. form the cross and yada yada yada. first of all, i don't even know how to form the cross. and the website says "&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;fiddle around with the cube to get the cross&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;fat lot of help, that is. beat that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;ohmygod daddy where are youuuu??? daddywhereareyouuu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;btw. i finished my math corrections. (pats myself on the back).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;cheryl reminded me about the show me what i'm looking for song. :)))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;CAROLINA LIAR ROCKS MAN!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;the weird thing is? i heard it in a church. saddleback church, to be exact. ==&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ciaos. &lt;3&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/6740521479697698980-6132645379868748747?l=estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com/feeds/6132645379868748747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6740521479697698980&amp;postID=6132645379868748747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740521479697698980/posts/default/6132645379868748747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740521479697698980/posts/default/6132645379868748747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com/2009/07/me-what-im-looking-for.html' title='&amp;show me what i&apos;m looking for.'/><author><name>esther tan [lil' miss apprehensive]</name><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-6740521479697698980.post-6856011624153687867</id><published>2009-06-27T03:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T03:31:53.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>&amp;"i was like, why's he so obsessed with me?"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;this song makes me crack my arse laughing. like, it's funny to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;read the lyrics!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;My girlfriend's, a dick magnet, my girlfriend's gotta have it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she's hot, can't stop, up on stage, doing shots,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tip the man he'll ring the bell, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;get her drunk she'll scream like hell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dirty girl, gettin' down, dance with guys from outta town.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Grab her ass, actin' tough, mess with her, she'll fk you up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No one really knows, if she's drunk or if she's stoned,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but she's coming back to my place tonight!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She likes to shake her ass, she grinds it to the beat,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she likes to pull my hair when i make her grind her teeth,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i like to strip her down, she's naughty to the end,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you know what she is, no doubt about it,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she's a bad bad girlfriend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she's a gold digger, now you figure, out it's over, pull the trigger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;futures finished, there it went, savings gone,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the money spent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I look around and all i see is no good, bad and ugly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;man she's hot and fixed to be, the future ex-miss connolly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6740521479697698980-6856011624153687867?l=estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com/feeds/6856011624153687867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6740521479697698980&amp;postID=6856011624153687867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740521479697698980/posts/default/6856011624153687867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740521479697698980/posts/default/6856011624153687867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com/2009/06/was-like-whys-he-so-obsessed-with-me.html' title='&amp;&quot;i was like, why&apos;s he so obsessed with me?&quot;'/><author><name>esther tan [lil' miss apprehensive]</name><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-6740521479697698980.post-5007300085741095519</id><published>2009-06-27T03:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T03:22:20.051-07:00</updated><title type='text'>&amp;fast forward.</title><content type='html'>fast forward all the way to yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zomg r.i.p. michael jackson. it was so sudden. his death was so much more widely publicised than farah. or is it farrah. see, i don't even fricking know.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't go to school cuz it was sports. who wants to give up their beauty sleep anyways?&lt;br /&gt;so aunty sandy from australia came over in the afternoon. she was gushing. :))&lt;br /&gt;loonied around.. talking to aunty sandy, helping to clear up the place..&lt;br /&gt;at 7, relatives came. it was so hilarious. cause we were making a joke about the pee container.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today morning went out with aunty sandy and cousins. then came back to my place. i took aunty sandy to bsc. and.. i took her through the whole construction site and all the while im like "omg am i supposed to be walking here???" we nearly, uh, walked on wet cement. it was my fault.&lt;br /&gt;finally we got in the mall. and i helped her to pick out vegetarian cookbooks.&lt;br /&gt;and she gave me 50 ringgit. ZOMGGG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;robert, couz should be coming over in jan soon. long time eh?&lt;br /&gt;anywayss.. i was just looking at pics from U.S. and we took APPROX 986 pictures.&lt;br /&gt;zomg.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beat this. all i want to do right now is read divine madness and drink some freezing cold drink like. iced ribena. or iced lemon.&lt;br /&gt;yah.&lt;br /&gt;i so wouldn't choose to sit here (doing sej project) HELL I'M SICK OF SCANNING. I might as well SUBMIT MY WHOLE FREAKING SAMUDRA.&lt;br /&gt;craps.&lt;br /&gt;i have...&lt;br /&gt;1. sej project.&lt;br /&gt;2. math corrections. trust me. i'm not looking forward to that. i'm under "unofficial" maths tuition now. special thanks to my current chinese tuition teacher.&lt;br /&gt;3. CRAPPP.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6740521479697698980-5007300085741095519?l=estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com/feeds/5007300085741095519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6740521479697698980&amp;postID=5007300085741095519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740521479697698980/posts/default/5007300085741095519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740521479697698980/posts/default/5007300085741095519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com/2009/06/forward.html' title='&amp;fast forward.'/><author><name>esther tan [lil' miss apprehensive]</name><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-6740521479697698980.post-3554024084417512125</id><published>2009-06-27T02:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T03:05:51.639-07:00</updated><title type='text'>&amp;that's what you get. ;ppp</title><content type='html'>late post. ==&lt;br /&gt;moral trip last saturday.. sat with mich and iain on the bus. we waited for so stinking long before going. um um.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;In a nutshell-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got three boyfriends sucking my blood from my leg. curled just almost in my shoe. they were freaking fat asses. the guide from FRIM burned it off with a cigarette lighter. and he accidentally burnt my leg. yeowch.&lt;br /&gt;and then i stomped on them.&lt;br /&gt;like "nyeh-he-he. that's what you get when you suuck my bloooddd. whoa-o-oh-o-oh!"&lt;br /&gt;the view at canopy walkway was nice... the monkeys were quite funny. kerwiin and iain were playing with the monkeys? and kar sing got a monkey bite. In the bus we were teasing him about it. dang he was so retarded man!!!&lt;br /&gt;and.. the couple in front of us couldn't keep their hands off each other. like, the girl.&lt;br /&gt;urgh. kiss on the lips, hug the waist, kiss on the neck, hug on the waist, snap a picture, and repeat the process a hundredfold.&lt;br /&gt;*ironically, it's supposed to be a MORAL trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciaos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6740521479697698980-3554024084417512125?l=estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com/feeds/3554024084417512125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6740521479697698980&amp;postID=3554024084417512125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740521479697698980/posts/default/3554024084417512125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740521479697698980/posts/default/3554024084417512125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-you-get-ppp.html' title='&amp;that&apos;s what you get. ;ppp'/><author><name>esther tan [lil' miss apprehensive]</name><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-6740521479697698980.post-857215227959616283</id><published>2009-06-22T06:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T06:55:07.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>___ vs ___</title><content type='html'>I am posting this because it is a matter of life and death that CERTAIN people see the light.&lt;br /&gt;not mentioning any names and don't go speculating. you're just being perasan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so shut up and read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like... ___ vs ___&lt;br /&gt;how can ___ even stand a chance against ___???&lt;br /&gt;___ is : tall, handsome, has the most gorgeous eyes, and is awesomely tall and handsome and has the greatest skin ever.&lt;br /&gt;___ is : short, ugly (fine, not really ugly to you), extremely extremely EXTREMELY hairy, and has the most "GORGEOUS" complexion ever and is just plain fugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i could get two pictures for comparing, but&lt;br /&gt;#1 my computer screen would shatter because ___ is too ugly and ___ is too hot.&lt;br /&gt;#2 you'd know who i was talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teehee :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6740521479697698980-857215227959616283?l=estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com/feeds/857215227959616283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6740521479697698980&amp;postID=857215227959616283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740521479697698980/posts/default/857215227959616283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740521479697698980/posts/default/857215227959616283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com/2009/06/vs.html' title='___ vs ___'/><author><name>esther tan [lil' miss apprehensive]</name><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-6740521479697698980.post-5616769590118825644</id><published>2009-06-11T23:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T23:49:33.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>&amp;I make the most of all this stress, I try to live without regrets. But I'm about to break a sweat, I'm freaking out.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;It's like a poison in my brain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It's like a fog that blurs the sane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;It's like a vine you can't untangle,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I'm freakin' out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 6th, Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;5.00 am:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drag yourself out of bed, literally. Drag yourself down the stairs and drag yourself into the chair. Force your mouth to open and eat the sandwiches. Rush and find your socks. Dash to the bathroom to pee. Charge downstairs like a mad bull and race to wear your sneakers. Realize that you have forgotten your face moisturiser. Forced to go back in the house again, because face will crack like a statue under acid rain without it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great start.&lt;br /&gt;Drive to LAX. Take an hour and a half flight to Salt Lake City, Utah. When we reach there, we take the coach to the Utah Council Building, the view is really pretty. Then go to the Mormon Church of Latter-day Saints. (l.o.l.) and see what a huge church it is. blah blah. Introduced to tour guide Spencer (Asian, Honkie guy), and Joe Love (American). About two hours drive to the hotel. While the others go out for dinner, my family stayed at the hotel. Mom's friend would come to pick us up for dinner at her house- At. Lay Leng. Their house is awesome.. They have enough toys to fill up a Toys R Us shop. Her kids are. Positively. Adorable. Daughter- Samantha, who is 5. And Elliott who is 3. Elliott is really cute. He held my hand and led me to the outside porch. And we played cars. Ha ha. Seriously all I had to do was take the car and drive them down the stairs. Then he started riding his mini car. The kind you push with your legs. Then he asked me to ride the tricycle. And I said "it's too big." And he said "no, you ride it!!!" Yeah you should have seen me. I was WADDLING.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 7th, Sunday&lt;br /&gt;6 am:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake up. Groan. Wash face. Change. Go downstairs for free breakfast. Stuff yourself with bagels. Take about a 3 hour drive to Wyoming, cowboy town. Walk around... See the Grand Teton National Park. Take photos. Stay at Wyoming. Eat.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 8th, Monday.&lt;br /&gt;5 AM!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really want to die. Slept late talking to daddy. YAWN. YAWN. huheruh. Have early breakfast because apparently need to be in Yellowstone early. Drive.. stops along the way.. photos. Amazingly boring. Have already finished reading Motion to Suppress. :((( Started doodling on the Star Wars notepad. Reached Yellowstone at 7. IT WAS SNOWINGGG.&lt;br /&gt;snowball fight. woots. It was awesome fun.&lt;br /&gt;No mittens so freeze your hands off man. Stay in a log cabin. We were by the heater for like. ten hours practically. Saw buffalo that day.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 9th, Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;6 am.&lt;br /&gt;Wake up.. Breakfast. Cup noodles. Pile into the bus. And go to. er. I can't remember.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 12 pm and I'm exhausted. I'm just came back from the airport. will update.&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6740521479697698980-5616769590118825644?l=estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com/feeds/5616769590118825644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6740521479697698980&amp;postID=5616769590118825644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740521479697698980/posts/default/5616769590118825644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740521479697698980/posts/default/5616769590118825644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com/2009/06/make-most-of-all-this-stress-i-try-to.html' title='&amp;I make the most of all this stress, I try to live without regrets. But I&apos;m about to break a sweat, I&apos;m freaking out.'/><author><name>esther tan [lil' miss apprehensive]</name><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-6740521479697698980.post-4469469031789247947</id><published>2009-06-05T23:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T23:17:50.114-07:00</updated><title type='text'>&amp;It's never enough to say I'm sorry. Nobody wins when everyone's losing.</title><content type='html'>okayy. to cut a long story short.&lt;br /&gt;I'm full. I just had the most amazing fruit tea in my life.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;IF YOU HAVEN'T WATCHED TRANSPORTER 3 OR TAKEN, WATCH IT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;ESPECIALLY TAKEN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;IT'S THE BEST MOVIE YOU'VE EVER SEEN. YOU'LL BE HOLDING YOUR BREATHH&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sheesh. whatsa problem?&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Oh it's like, one step forward and two steps back&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;No matter what I do you're always mad,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;And I, can't change your mind,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Oh it's like, trying to turn around on a one way street,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;I can't give you what you want, and it's killing me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And I, I'm starting to see,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Maybe we're not meant to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&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/6740521479697698980-4469469031789247947?l=estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com/feeds/4469469031789247947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6740521479697698980&amp;postID=4469469031789247947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740521479697698980/posts/default/4469469031789247947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740521479697698980/posts/default/4469469031789247947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com/2009/06/never-enough-to-say-im-sorry-nobody.html' title='&amp;It&apos;s never enough to say I&apos;m sorry. Nobody wins when everyone&apos;s losing.'/><author><name>esther tan [lil' miss apprehensive]</name><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-6740521479697698980.post-7127761907165243898</id><published>2009-06-04T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T19:32:15.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>&amp;Zip-a-dee-doo-dah!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday night at 11 my mom and i watched &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;IP Man&lt;/span&gt;. Seriously, I LOVEE that show. It SO is the best kung fu show I've ever watched. Next to Shanghai Nights? Anywayy.. the cutest part is when IP man is fighting a guy in the house and they've already broke two things and his wife EXPRESSLY said to him before he started fighting to NOT break anything. Then while he was fighting, his cute son rode his bicycle to the hall and said "papa, mama said that if you don't stop defending, all the things in the house will be broken" and rode off. so cute right. cause IP Man is so pro all he does is defend. &lt;em&gt;SOO CUTEEE.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the ending is so sad.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was 1.30 when i finished the show. ==&lt;br /&gt;Today we went to the Paul Getty Villa.. which is nice. all Greek and all that ancient stuff. Pottery and all that. We went to Malibu Beach too. The beach is really nice. And it was HOT today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y'know there are these really cool TV reality shows that you can't get in M'sia. Like Jon and Kate Plus 8 which is totally adorable. This couple have a pair of twins and sextuplets. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;THEY. ARE. SO. HEARTBREAKINGLY. ADORABLE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's World's Strictest Parents. Where parents send their juvenile kids (and really juvenile, sixteen year old's smoking marijuana, and cussing their life out. shocking really) to a strict family for a week to try and change them.&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;blahs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really love food here. Hang on, this must be the fifteenth thousandth time i'm saying this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;I LOVE FOOD. MORE THAN EVER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm serious, I've put on ten pounds. (They measure in pounds unfortunately).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I. AM. FATTTT!!! :O&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/6740521479697698980-7127761907165243898?l=estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com/feeds/7127761907165243898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6740521479697698980&amp;postID=7127761907165243898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740521479697698980/posts/default/7127761907165243898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740521479697698980/posts/default/7127761907165243898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com/2009/06/yesterday-night-at-11-my-mom-and-i.html' title='&amp;Zip-a-dee-doo-dah!'/><author><name>esther tan [lil' miss apprehensive]</name><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-6740521479697698980.post-3500271943160519316</id><published>2009-06-03T12:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T12:17:43.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>blar. bla. blah. bleh. whichever way you write it, it still means shit.</title><content type='html'>nyeheh. rest day? woke up. went downstairs, apparently everyone had breakfast already.&lt;br /&gt;finished up half a jug of orange juice, now i'm so stuffed, i feel like the stupid frog who tried to be like the cow and drink water. ==&lt;br /&gt;anddddd. kuznetsova beat serena williams thank god for that. and come ON federerrr. you HAVE to beat gonzalez. and if you lose to soderling i shall. uhhh. nothing.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I. AM. SO. BORED.&lt;br /&gt;suck lah that gilles simonn. i didn't see him play AT ALL. :(((&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;anywayss. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;happy&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; birthday&lt;/span&gt; cheryl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6740521479697698980-3500271943160519316?l=estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com/feeds/3500271943160519316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6740521479697698980&amp;postID=3500271943160519316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740521479697698980/posts/default/3500271943160519316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740521479697698980/posts/default/3500271943160519316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com/2009/06/blar-bla-blah-bleh-whichever-way-you.html' title='blar. bla. blah. bleh. whichever way you write it, it still means shit.'/><author><name>esther tan [lil' miss apprehensive]</name><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-6740521479697698980.post-929255750587790221</id><published>2009-06-03T00:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T00:04:26.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>&amp;it all comes back with this song.</title><content type='html'>Bright cold silver moon&lt;br /&gt;Tonight alone in my room&lt;br /&gt;You were here just yesterday&lt;br /&gt;Slight turn of the head&lt;br /&gt;Eyes down when you said&lt;br /&gt;I guess I need my life to change&lt;br /&gt;Seems like something's just aren't the same&lt;br /&gt;What could I say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a little more luck than a little bit&lt;br /&gt;Cuz every time I get stuck the words won't fit&lt;br /&gt;And every time that I try I get tongue tied&lt;br /&gt;I'll need a little good luck to get me by&lt;br /&gt;I need a little more help than a little bit&lt;br /&gt;Like the perfect one word no one's heard yet&lt;br /&gt;Cuz every time that I try I get tongue tied&lt;br /&gt;I need a little good luck to get me by this time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stare up at the stars&lt;br /&gt;I wonder just where you are&lt;br /&gt;You feel a million miles away&lt;br /&gt;Was it something I said?&lt;br /&gt;Or something I never did?&lt;br /&gt;Or was I always in the way?&lt;br /&gt;Could someone tell me what to say to just make you stay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it feels like the end&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to be here again&lt;br /&gt;And we could help each other off the ground so we never fall down again&lt;br /&gt;What it takes I don't care&lt;br /&gt;We're gonna make it I swear&lt;br /&gt;And we could help each other off the ground so we never fall down again&lt;br /&gt;Again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I LOVE FABER DRIVE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; i forgot this song, literally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jango.com/play/Faber%20Drive/Tongue%20Tied" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6740521479697698980-929255750587790221?l=estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com/feeds/929255750587790221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6740521479697698980&amp;postID=929255750587790221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740521479697698980/posts/default/929255750587790221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740521479697698980/posts/default/929255750587790221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com/2009/06/all-comes-back-with-this-song.html' title='&amp;it all comes back with this song.'/><author><name>esther tan [lil' miss apprehensive]</name><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-6740521479697698980.post-5697964886723051491</id><published>2009-06-02T23:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T23:59:25.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Disneyland and Universal Studios. :D</title><content type='html'>okay so I'm sitting here, typing about disneyland. == real knockout here. so tired.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;disneyland was fawesome.. what sucked was that the peter pan ride was shut. no never land :(. it's a small world is one of my favourite rides. they are soo cuteee. and space mountain was so fun. and blahs.&lt;br /&gt;we sat on all the rides. and now i'm a bit hoarse from screaming my lungs out on space mountain.&lt;br /&gt;bytheway. beat this. it's unofficial summer hols, and it was so crowded. we lined up for splash mountain for more than an hour. god. and indiana jones was like. uh. five hour line. kidding.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow is a rest day. we're gonna sleep in.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;universal studios. mummy the ride was fun.. jurassic park blah blah blah. studio tour blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;blah blah blah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;blah blah blah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;blah blah blah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;blah blah blah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;piss off and leave me alone.&lt;br /&gt;bye bye. we don't exactly know each other.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;you're everywhere to me, when i close my eyes it's you i see. you're everything i know, that makes me believe. you're not alone. you're not alone.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. stuff here sucks. i guess it's just the way it is. roxy is huge and their so called "SUMMER SALE" is still crap. i didn't know roxy did luggage. and abercrombie and fitch. SEVENTY percent off. hmmm.. that would be.. more than a hundred dollars. pwah.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.S. &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I CANNOT BELIEVE THAT NADAL LOST TO SODERLING!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;BUT THAT MEANS FEDERER HAS A CHANCE AT BEATING SAMPRAS'S RECORD!!! HA HA HAAAAA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;WHATEVER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;TEEHEE :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6740521479697698980-5697964886723051491?l=estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com/feeds/5697964886723051491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6740521479697698980&amp;postID=5697964886723051491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740521479697698980/posts/default/5697964886723051491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740521479697698980/posts/default/5697964886723051491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com/2009/06/disneyland-and-universal-studios-d.html' title='Disneyland and Universal Studios. :D'/><author><name>esther tan [lil' miss apprehensive]</name><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-6740521479697698980.post-3460406435225414535</id><published>2009-05-27T23:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T23:13:46.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>&amp;i'm not looking forward to school. awesome school. yeah.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I AM NOT LOOKING FORWARD TO SCHOOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;OR MALAYSIA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;shid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm dreading the end of my stay in U.S.&lt;br /&gt;or banning. i'm gonna miss pepper and all SOO much.:((( ohyeah, sabrina? i haven't come across a bookshop like borders or kinokuniya yet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;HAH. HAH. HUH. I WANNA LAUGH IN YO FACE.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; you have the cheek. the frickin nerve. seeing that really made me feel like laughing or crying hysterically right in your face. plus, spitting in your face.&lt;br /&gt;oh come ON.. SUCK IT UP!!!&lt;br /&gt;suck it up you brainless pig.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna shove that ___ right up in your arse.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh goddd... i'm really not looking forward to malaysia. especially school. i can't stop thinkin bout it now i'm REALLY thinkin bout it. i'm really really really NOT lookin forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;school a million times over.&lt;br /&gt;there, have i made my point clear?&lt;br /&gt;yah. i hate it. i hate the place i'm in.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to marla's. tarpowed my burrito.watched night at the museum 2.&lt;br /&gt;dunno why i'm blogging since no one reads it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;oh go to hell. this is the worst mood swing i've had.&lt;br /&gt;fug off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6740521479697698980-3460406435225414535?l=estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com/feeds/3460406435225414535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6740521479697698980&amp;postID=3460406435225414535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740521479697698980/posts/default/3460406435225414535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740521479697698980/posts/default/3460406435225414535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com/2009/05/not-looking-forward-to-school-awesome.html' title='&amp;i&apos;m not looking forward to school. awesome school. yeah.'/><author><name>esther tan [lil' miss apprehensive]</name><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-6740521479697698980.post-9146435190178009999</id><published>2009-05-25T22:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T22:52:13.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>uh. hi again?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'M FINALLY HERE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;AT SUN LAKES, BANNING, CALIFORNIAAA!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wooooooooots babe.&lt;br /&gt;i can't believe i missed granma and granpa little that muchh.&lt;br /&gt;they have a mini schnauzer called princess pepper. a.k.a. pepper.&lt;br /&gt;it's &lt;em&gt;adorableee.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;man why ain't anyone online? oh yeah, cause it's summat 4 in the morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate you all.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;umm. anyone. who uh. actually &lt;strong&gt;READS&lt;/strong&gt; my blog pls tell ash or whatever to get my mid term marksss. i wanna know too. :( then i won't be so depressed cause i'm on holiday.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmph. you'll see who's having the last laugh, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;PAL&lt;/em&gt;".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalala.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;theory of a dead man - not meant to be rocks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6740521479697698980-9146435190178009999?l=estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com/feeds/9146435190178009999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6740521479697698980&amp;postID=9146435190178009999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740521479697698980/posts/default/9146435190178009999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740521479697698980/posts/default/9146435190178009999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com/2009/05/uh-hi-again.html' title='uh. hi again?'/><author><name>esther tan [lil' miss apprehensive]</name><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-6740521479697698980.post-2724792824013802423</id><published>2009-05-25T09:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T09:27:39.311-07:00</updated><title type='text'>!!! SADDLEBACK CHURCH? anyway. hi.</title><content type='html'>lol sorry for not updating. because my &lt;em&gt;smart brother&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;deleted&lt;/strong&gt; it, thinking he was soo clever using the internet.&lt;br /&gt;anyways. we went to venice beach, saw weird acts and weird people selling weird stuff (detailed version another day). and we walked at downtown L.A..&lt;br /&gt;and we went to hollywood boulevard (detailed version another day).&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday we went to saddleback church at lake forest. saddleback church is the church that rick warren himself preaches in. and lemme tell you this. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;IT IS HUGE&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's even bigger than taman SEA.&lt;br /&gt;it's &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HUMONGOUS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's even bigger than glad tidings and DUMC. and FGA.&lt;br /&gt;their sound system is fawesome. their worship is fawesome. i love it.&lt;br /&gt;and rick warrenn.. he's a smooth talker i think.&lt;br /&gt;i got a CD. ha ha haaa. this dude there.. err. brandon muchow. he came up to us because we were there early and gave me his CD. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ha ha haaaaa&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;he looks a bit like david cook.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's 9.20 am here. first time i woke up so early. normally i've &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;(everyone)&lt;/span&gt; has been waking up at 11 to 12 except for my little kid brother who wakes up and eats breakfast at 8. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;WOW&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;we just finished breakfast here at aunty jane's house, she's gone to work. so timmy will be fetching us to banning, california. to granma and granpa little's house. i can't wait to see them!!!&lt;br /&gt;oh yeahh. and dad got his tennis racquet online already.&lt;br /&gt;yesterday after saddleback church, we wanted to go to this sport shop but it was closed.&lt;br /&gt;hah shopping here is gonna rock.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;bye&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;dudes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;esther&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/6740521479697698980-2724792824013802423?l=estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com/feeds/2724792824013802423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6740521479697698980&amp;postID=2724792824013802423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740521479697698980/posts/default/2724792824013802423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740521479697698980/posts/default/2724792824013802423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com/2009/05/saddleback-church-anyway-hi.html' title='!!! SADDLEBACK CHURCH? anyway. hi.'/><author><name>esther tan [lil' miss apprehensive]</name><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-6740521479697698980.post-6433675716310198744</id><published>2009-05-22T18:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T18:33:05.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HELLO HELLO HELLOOOO!!! P.S. I HATE AIRPLANE FOOODDD!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;yo babes.  yo peeps&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;greetings. from. &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Alhambra, Los Angeles, California, U.S.A.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on thursday night we drove to KLIA. I LOVE KLIA MANN. then we boarded jap airlines.. and the plane wasn't full. so i got to stick my legs up on the seat. unfortunately the window seat only has two seats (btw, i always get the window seat. ALLLWAYYS.) so i shooed my brother to the three seat one and i got the two seats by the window. and i watched as many movies as i could without zzing. i even played the same game i played the last time i went to U.S., which was three years ago. CAVEMANNN. har har harr.&lt;br /&gt;then we reached japan. we checked in at the err. the. nika narita hotel? i thinkkk.&lt;br /&gt;then we decided to go walking around the area. and while walking to a temple, we'd look at the shops along the way. first of all, we tried asking this guy. my technical jap was rusty, and i didn't have the time to study it, so i tried this. "anata wa (makes talking gestures) ei go desu ka?" which means "do you know how to speak eeenglissss?"&lt;br /&gt;and the guy was like. sdouhsoudhdnuajdskuusu, something lah.&lt;br /&gt;then we walked and found this old lady cleaner. then i pointed at the place at the map. and she said koko? and i'm like. oh hai. then she started explaining in japanese while pointing at directions. i didn't get a bit of her jap, but i understood the hand gestures. and i just kept nodding and saying hai (like i'm a proo). then i said thanks. and old lady really knew her stuff. the temple was. boring to be honest. sure, it's pretty. the scenery is beautiful, but.. after a while you go like "omg. no more culture. PLEASEEEE" so we shopped. we "shopped" with inverted commas.&lt;br /&gt;we saw this really cute shop which sold glass stuff in diff colours. animals.. christmas trees.. chess sets.. cutee. but, it's so expensive. like everywhere you go, let's say, a water vending machine at the roadside. ONE bottle of mineral water is about 3500 yen? oh crap i forgot how many zeroes there were, but it cost about 7 bucks in ringgit.&lt;br /&gt;then we saw this shop, selling pancakes. (japanese pancakes, no doubt).  with red bean and some other bean filling. it looked really nice, and the guy did the pancakes like a pro. so we bought five of each flavour. i thought red bean would taste nice, so i took one and nearly burned my fingers. i bit into it and went ewwwwwww. malaysia's pancakes are way nicer. yeuruukrk. i tried to eat all the way, and you bite one side, and the other side oooozes out, and you bite one side and the other side oozes. bleuurghhh. my parents didn't say anything. but they obviously didn't like it.&lt;br /&gt;after sightseeing, we went back to the hotel to catch up on some z's.&lt;br /&gt;we went to the airport. boarded the plane. this time it was full. and guess whattt. suck weih.&lt;br /&gt;the movies, you can't choose 'em. they play them all at the same time, and they weren't showing all the movies displayed, unlike our flight from m'sia to japan.&lt;br /&gt;so i watched all the english movies shown. mall cop, bride wars, quantum, inkheart, the reader.&lt;br /&gt;mall cop was quite.. overly exaggerated? quantum wasn't heart pumping. inkheart was.. er.. i suppose it was okay. bride wars was so so. the reader was sick. c'monnn. half the movie you're watching kate winslet and some young dude having sex okay. (kate winslet has saggy tits btw.)&lt;br /&gt;and IT'S NOT CENSORED.&lt;br /&gt;i didn't sleep at all. while the others were sleeping, i watched the movies. hah. when it was starting to get bright, i decided to sleep. i woke up because my daddd, woke me up. he was like, the plane's gonna land, wake up. i'm like, huh? still got 4 more hours, dad. but he said the pilot said we were landin earlier, which turned out to be true. huh. didn't improve my mood. asked for a cup of coffee. i hate airplane food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I HATE AIRPLANE FOODDDD. JAP AIRLINES  FOOD SUCKS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we waited outside the airport for aunty jane to pick us up. we landed earlier by two hours.. aunty jane was supposed to come at 1.30 earliest. but 2 pm came. and i was freezing. literally. FREEZING. it was &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SO&lt;/span&gt; cold. and i was wearing three quarter pants. and you see people wearing spaghetti straps and mini skirts sipping coke with oodles of ice. and you say "how do they do it?"&lt;br /&gt;i sat down, spread a napkin over my legs and read the undomestic goddess. i finished the whole book (from the start) and aunty jane wasn't there yet. i was so cold i decided to walk around. then my dad called aunty jane and said that she'd be here in half an hour. so we walked to the front to wait for her. (i was so cold i went to stand in a patch of sunlight, but really, there must be somethin wrong with the sun).&lt;br /&gt;haihhh. i hate car rides. i hate plane rides.&lt;br /&gt;and i was starving all that while. all i'd ate for breakfast at 8 am on the plane was a stinking tiny piece of egg, a 1mm thick strip of "bacon", and three tiny crackers with cheese.&lt;br /&gt;now it's 6.30 pm and the sun is shining. the sky is so blue. i love the weather here. oh wait, it's just a tad cold.&lt;br /&gt;i'm feeling so jetlagged.&lt;br /&gt;i've slept for about 3 hours yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;JETLAG JETLAGGGGGG.&lt;br /&gt;urrrgh. okay i'm going off for a long, hot, shower, and i'll. uhh. i think i'll go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;ciao people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zzzzzzzz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6740521479697698980-6433675716310198744?l=estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com/feeds/6433675716310198744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6740521479697698980&amp;postID=6433675716310198744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740521479697698980/posts/default/6433675716310198744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740521479697698980/posts/default/6433675716310198744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com/2009/05/hello-hello-helloooo-ps-i-hate-airplane.html' title='HELLO HELLO HELLOOOO!!! P.S. I HATE AIRPLANE FOOODDD!!!'/><author><name>esther tan [lil' miss apprehensive]</name><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-6740521479697698980.post-8576152711048433228</id><published>2009-05-20T05:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T06:12:18.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>&amp;these times when we climbed so fast to fall again.</title><content type='html'>i had this dream last night..&lt;br /&gt;first.. i was at this.. umm. hotel i think. and it was prom night or something there.&lt;br /&gt;and i remember, i was with my church pastor (absurd. pastor mickey at prom) and he was wearing a black suit with a flower in his lapel, and i was wearing a purple dress. then i walked inside the room and everyone was sitting at posh tables and chairs sipping wine or something.&lt;br /&gt;then i was at this. house. i don't even know where the house came from.&lt;br /&gt;and.. all my relatives were there (dad's side).. and it was because my grandma would be there again.. then my cousin, mae yin sent me down to the kitchen. down a long flight of stairs. and i walked to get her a spatula (idk why.) and i cut my finger on something. then from above me i heard a babble of voices. and i thought. oh, grandma must have arrived. (idk why i used the term arrived). and deep down in me i felt nervous. i walked up the stairs slowly and when i reached the top of the stairs everyone was silent. then i saw her. she was sitting on a beige sofa alone, wearing the same clothes she wore for my mom and dad's wedding, and the same clothes which were in her funeral photo. and i just couldn't believe it was her, because it was some risen-from-the-dead one. i was amazed. and suddenly i was hugging her and crying.&lt;br /&gt;and i woke up. it felt so real.&lt;br /&gt;and suddenly i missed my grandmother so much it ached.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate bin wei. and khai xiang. i hate bin wei more. he's such a bloody bloody bloody bloody busybody. don't you have a life, moron? HUH.&lt;br /&gt;khai xiang. no balls to not give him the note huh. no brains to pass it on fast?&lt;br /&gt;stupid. stupid. ass. freak.&lt;br /&gt;that binwei. grrr. go to hell. hope you die slowly.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why aren't you replyinggggg. oh mann. i couldn't do it face to face. because i'm too chicken.&lt;br /&gt;stupid binwei.&lt;br /&gt;urghh. fine la fine la. i hope you read this.&lt;br /&gt;I accept your apology. I'm sorry too. Accept my apology?&lt;br /&gt;I want to be friends again. read it clearly.&lt;br /&gt;I. WANT. TO. BE. FRIEEEENNNDSSSS. AGAAAAAIN.&lt;br /&gt;get it?&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so hyped with adrenaline now.&lt;br /&gt;i had so much fun in school.&lt;br /&gt;disturbing sabrinaaa. torturing her with club med storiesss.&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;OMGOMGOMGOGMGGGG.&lt;br /&gt;IT'S TOMORROWWWW!!!&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't think i'll be able to sleep tonighttt.&lt;br /&gt;sabrina and ash enjoy yourselves in schoool without meh for a week.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know you've changed. but unfortunately not for the better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6740521479697698980-8576152711048433228?l=estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com/feeds/8576152711048433228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6740521479697698980&amp;postID=8576152711048433228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740521479697698980/posts/default/8576152711048433228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740521479697698980/posts/default/8576152711048433228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com/2009/05/times-when-we-climbed-so-fast-to-fall.html' title='&amp;these times when we climbed so fast to fall again.'/><author><name>esther tan [lil' miss apprehensive]</name><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-6740521479697698980.post-4998746010065564807</id><published>2009-05-19T20:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T20:12:27.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>&amp;i didn't mean to start a war.</title><content type='html'>i'll sort it out, i promise. i'm sorry too, more than you know. do you know how much strength it saps from me just to ignore you? when you sent me that text i felt mad. oh, now you're sorry huh? if you're the type who ditches people just because of someone else, then i'm better off without you.&lt;br /&gt;i saw you outside once and something jolted in me. you looked so innocent. and that made all my arguments melt away. damn you. damn you for making me feel this way.&lt;br /&gt;i suppose it's better to do it face to face?&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lolsh. kayLA kay LA. i feel a bit sick now. please, STFU.&lt;br /&gt;can you at least have the decency to -?&lt;br /&gt;shuddup.&lt;br /&gt;especially YOU.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jordin sparks new song rocks.&lt;br /&gt;i want her albummm. (the new one.)&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exams have been fawesome. math killed me. i think i'm still dead. and surprisingly science was easy? okay not easy. just not as hard as i thought it would be. history is today mannn.&lt;br /&gt;darrrn.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohmigodohmigodohmigodohmigoddd.&lt;br /&gt;i cannot believe tomorrow is THURSDAYYY.&lt;br /&gt;i can't believe ittt. in less than 48 hours i will be seeing.&lt;br /&gt;oh no. wait. whateverrrrhhh. i bet the roxy there is gonna be effing huge.&lt;br /&gt;wooooooooots baybeh.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6740521479697698980-4998746010065564807?l=estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com/feeds/4998746010065564807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6740521479697698980.post-8471605338546329347</id><published>2009-05-12T05:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T05:28:59.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>whatever happened to "you can be mad at me all you want, but pls wait"?</title><content type='html'>okay, i get it, i get the message.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you have issues with opening your mouth and speaking? huh.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know, you're so right. i don't even know why i'm hanging.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow i wish we were back in time. maybe you changed. or maybe you just didn't care to show me your real side. or perhaps it was another fake.&lt;br /&gt;good for you.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;screw exams. i'm getting 0 for KH and kesihatan.&lt;br /&gt;fawesome.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;screw math.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6740521479697698980-8471605338546329347?l=estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com/feeds/8471605338546329347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6740521479697698980&amp;postID=8471605338546329347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740521479697698980/posts/default/8471605338546329347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740521479697698980/posts/default/8471605338546329347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com/2009/05/whatever-happened-to-you-can-be-mad-at.html' title='whatever happened to &quot;you can be mad at me all you want, but pls wait&quot;?'/><author><name>esther tan [lil' miss apprehensive]</name><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-6740521479697698980.post-7499850362588245587</id><published>2009-05-10T03:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T03:37:36.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'll kill you if i know you and if you did this on purpose.</title><content type='html'>dad bro and sis went to the estima. checked the boot. realized that all our stuff was gone.&lt;br /&gt;all five tennis racquets. gone.&lt;br /&gt;2 baskets of tennis balls. gone.&lt;br /&gt;all golf clubs. gone.&lt;br /&gt;tennis ball picker. gone.&lt;br /&gt;tennis basket. gone.&lt;br /&gt;some mad farktard stole it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how many fuckin k gone.&lt;br /&gt;dad's brand new racquet gone.&lt;br /&gt;200 plus tennis balls gone.&lt;br /&gt;FIVE FUCKIN RACQUETS.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's some connection. on friday, a tenant's car window was smashed.&lt;br /&gt;but nothing was stolen.&lt;br /&gt;dad's estima had a stereo, a mat, and other stuff.&lt;br /&gt;but they didn't steal the STEREO.&lt;br /&gt;the asshole who stole this was probably someone who knew we play tennis. it has to be something behind this.&lt;br /&gt;they even stole the BALL PICKER OKAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;my dad's twisted-wire-bamboo-stick-from-the-garden-creation meant for picking up tennis balls also gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder who stole it. when i find out who you are, i'll rip your guts out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;you fekkin' low life bitch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sooo..that's about 8 golf clubs gone.. golf balls gone.&lt;br /&gt;the only thing that didn't get taken was one golf club which was rolled up in the mat.&lt;br /&gt;and my tennis racquet. which was in my dad's car boot.&lt;br /&gt;only my racquet was saved.&lt;br /&gt;so.. great. bro and sis have no racquets.. dad has no prince attitude. mom has no racquet. the only racquet we have which are in the house are a trashy volkl one. and two uber heavy ones.&lt;br /&gt;i want to cry.&lt;br /&gt;both of dad's antique racquets are goneeee.&lt;br /&gt;arrrgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;fug you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6740521479697698980-7499850362588245587?l=estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com/feeds/7499850362588245587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6740521479697698980&amp;postID=7499850362588245587' 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DAY!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;y Mother's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Day, Mom&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;I LOVE YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&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/6740521479697698980-1867560914635190338?l=estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com/feeds/1867560914635190338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6740521479697698980&amp;postID=1867560914635190338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740521479697698980/posts/default/1867560914635190338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740521479697698980/posts/default/1867560914635190338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='HAPPY MOTHER&apos;S DAY!!!'/><author><name>esther tan [lil' miss apprehensive]</name><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-6740521479697698980.post-3168773047331893611</id><published>2009-05-10T02:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T02:45:08.839-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i guess it's not the way you always planned it. looks like you're headed for the crash landing. it's just the way it looks from where i'm standing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;ahemm. approximatezly 80 hours away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;fab right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad, bro, sis went to church.&lt;br /&gt;mom and i stayed @ home.&lt;br /&gt;ate breakfast at that indian shop again. mom suggested going to OU. and then decided not to again. == and bytheway, i'm so mad that i haven't got the cecilia ahern books yet. does anyone know when the times warehouse sales are closing? i KNEW we should have just got them from MPH. -__-. soo. i've been &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;studying my bum off today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. dug out the old math activity book. anddd. hah. i want to burst out crying. i better not get a farking &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;. i hate being surrounded by math whiz-kids. it's ten minutes to 6pm. i don't have the heart to study sejarah anymore. just flipping it open to the right page is exhausting. that's why studying is study and dying put together.&lt;br /&gt;studying science makes me think of her. hopefully she didn't mean it when she said she was gonna mark our paper strictly. :(((&lt;br /&gt;she needs to learn to shut her hole more often. a fly might fly in one day.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday went to shahla's place for mother's day dinner. and the food made me swoon again. except.. i wasn't allowed to eat the scrumptious potatoes. or drink the juice. or eat the yummy youghurt mixed with somethingummy. oh yeahh. and guess what shahla gave my mom for a mother's day present? a reebok shirt from royal sporting house.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;!!! imma fly off the handle sooonn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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landing. it&apos;s just the way it looks from where i&apos;m standing.'/><author><name>esther tan [lil' miss apprehensive]</name><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-6740521479697698980.post-6613938369786674322</id><published>2009-05-07T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T19:04:36.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>when the red light comes on i transformmm.</title><content type='html'>okayy. i admit i'm a bad girl. i'm sneaking on the comp.&lt;br /&gt;shhh. don't tell mommy.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sooo. the mid-term exams are preciselyy..five days away. approximately 120 hours away.&lt;br /&gt;sooo. i am screwed.&lt;br /&gt;totally screwed.&lt;br /&gt;at least, my math is.&lt;br /&gt;idk how my math suddenly screwed up.&lt;br /&gt;now the subject i'm most worried about is math.&lt;br /&gt;MATH. MATH. MATH. MATH. MATH.&lt;br /&gt;now i'm trying to convince myself that form 2 math can NOT be that hard compared to form 1 math. and it's not freaking working!!!&lt;br /&gt;arrghh. i think it's cause i can't use my brain.&lt;br /&gt;i can use my BRAIN. for memorizing. which is why i'm only good for sejarah.&lt;br /&gt;i can NOT, unfortunately, use my brain for THINKING.&lt;br /&gt;gosh, whatever happened to my childhood dream of being a rocket scientist?&lt;br /&gt;pfffft.&lt;br /&gt;SCREW MID TERM EXAMS!!!&lt;br /&gt;ALL I REALLY WANNA DO IS.. (UNFORTUNATELY) READ THE CHERUB BOOKS. :(((&lt;br /&gt;but i can't. because i promised. :(&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bythewayyy. i am on herose treatment now.&lt;br /&gt;soo if my skin gets worse kindly do not comment.&lt;br /&gt;it's because i am on TREATMENT.&lt;br /&gt;because it's a rule of life that to get better, you have to get worse first.&lt;br /&gt;like you have to spend money to be a millionaire first.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cannot stop thinking about math.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna bury my head in the ground.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6740521479697698980-6613938369786674322?l=estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com/feeds/6613938369786674322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6740521479697698980&amp;postID=6613938369786674322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740521479697698980/posts/default/6613938369786674322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740521479697698980/posts/default/6613938369786674322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com/2009/05/when-red-light-comes-on-i-transformmm.html' title='when the red light comes on i transformmm.'/><author><name>esther tan [lil' miss apprehensive]</name><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-6740521479697698980.post-3452854544148531806</id><published>2009-05-05T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T19:40:08.072-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm stressed. I need a double dose of tylenol. no, wait a minute. make it a triple dose.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;HAPPY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;BIRTHDAY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;NEWTON!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;during sejarah, sabrina, phuay yee and me laugh like shit. like retards i tell you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;damn funnyyyy. sabrina you quote it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;then when cher and mich came back we played kill, bang, and marry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;that was hilarious too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;quote "bang jackie chan, cause it's kung fu in bed."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;anddd "kill, bang, or marry. between the gardener, the canteen botak uncle, and  the bookshop lady."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;i seriously wanted to die of laughter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;btwww. exams are next week. ain't that fab.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;like. FAB.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and i'm sneaking a go on the comp. i'm not supposed to be using it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i mean. not technically. but i'm supposed to be so called "restraining" myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;well.. looks like i suck at resisting temptation..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;arrrrrrrrrrgh!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;na na naaaaaaaa. i'm gonna dieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;tons of homework lately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;seriously crap weihh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6740521479697698980-3452854544148531806?l=estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com/feeds/3452854544148531806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6740521479697698980&amp;postID=3452854544148531806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740521479697698980/posts/default/3452854544148531806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740521479697698980/posts/default/3452854544148531806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-stressed-i-need-double-dose-of.html' title='I&apos;m stressed. I need a double dose of tylenol. no, wait a minute. make it a triple dose.'/><author><name>esther tan [lil' miss apprehensive]</name><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-6740521479697698980.post-5050799650861947378</id><published>2009-05-03T04:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T06:30:50.314-07:00</updated><title type='text'>and we know it's never simple, never easy. never a clean break, no one here to save me. you're the only thing i know like the back of my hand.</title><content type='html'>and i can't breathe&lt;br /&gt;without you, but i have to&lt;br /&gt;breathe,&lt;br /&gt;without you, but i have to.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;OW. OUCH. AGONY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how can some stupid endurance test kill you man???&lt;br /&gt;soo. like i HAD to, i went for taekwondo last sat. and ashley looked hilariouuus mannn.&lt;br /&gt;and that tan kok kheong came.. sooo. cham lorhh. every little mistake pushups.&lt;br /&gt;on his frigging count.&lt;br /&gt;summore purposely tell us to kick all those uber hard kicks. == get real mann.&lt;br /&gt;and he made us do the endurance test. i really hate it when tan kk and that mssd trainer come.&lt;br /&gt;they make us do scaryyyy testss. :(&lt;br /&gt;we did three sets. and even though i cheated.. by the evening when i was painting my POP, everywhere started to hurtt like crazyyy.&lt;br /&gt;hmm. i found out only when i sneezed. and i'm like ouchhh.&lt;br /&gt;my ribs hurt, my calves hurt, my arms hurt. seriously my calves hurt like maddd. and i can't yawn, or stretch, or laugh too loud. or sneeze, for that matter. :(&lt;br /&gt;and that night, aunty amy, uncle lawrence and david came. jasmine in aus, and darren was at youth camp. soo. it was a.. well. my bro sis and i tried to "entertain" david with monopoly. (david is err, 19 years old with a mental problem. seriously, i'm not kidding. he can't talk properly. when i say mental problem, i mean mental okay. i'm not being mean)&lt;br /&gt;well...monopoly was okay for about 15 minutes. then this ant started crawling over one of my title deeds and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; i flicked it to my brother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;he flicked it to david.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;david looked at it and slapped it dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;and somehow my brother and sister found it so hilarious they started running around slapping all the ants they found.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;== great night.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today we went to nirvana to visit my grandma and grandpa's grave.&lt;br /&gt;and.. my bro sis and i started running along all the graves and pointing out the interesting looking ones. in fact, there were like 4 graves which had some stones arranged in the hopscotch way. so we played hopscotch on the graves. well. it's not exactly polite, but we didn't mean any harm. ;p&lt;br /&gt;then we went for dim summm. at some club. god i love that placeee.&lt;br /&gt;and i came home.. watched tennis. and i can't believe federer lost to djokovic. FEDERER IS SO GOING DOWN THE DRAIN. HE AIN'T EVER GONNA COME BACK. :(&lt;br /&gt;thennn. i watched csi. and my mom said esther go do your work. crap lahh.&lt;br /&gt;sooo. i did my science process skills. (darn her again) and studied the previous chapterrr. the one which i don't understand anything about. so now i know benedict's solution is for glucose, and millon's reagent is for protein, and fehling's solution is for starch.&lt;br /&gt;PROO LEHH.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i finished sejarahh. muarharharr.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crap weekend's overrr. :((((&lt;br /&gt;crap mid term's in less than 2 weeks timeee.&lt;br /&gt;crap really must study now.&lt;br /&gt;craapppp.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6740521479697698980-5050799650861947378?l=estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com/feeds/5050799650861947378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6740521479697698980&amp;postID=5050799650861947378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740521479697698980/posts/default/5050799650861947378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740521479697698980/posts/default/5050799650861947378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com/2009/05/and-we-know-its-never-simple-never-easy.html' title='and we know it&apos;s never simple, never easy. never a clean break, no one here to save me. you&apos;re the only thing i know like the back of my hand.'/><author><name>esther tan [lil' miss apprehensive]</name><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-6740521479697698980.post-6355610126893859186</id><published>2009-05-01T02:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T02:54:52.329-07:00</updated><title type='text'>let the rain fall down, and wake my dreams, let it wash away my sanity. cause i wanna feel the thunder i wanna scream, i'm coming clean.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i wake every holiday, with a big smile on my face, and it doesn't feel out of place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah baby. it's labour day.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up late at 9.45. we should make the weekend three whole days. mom fetched bro and sis to piano, and after that we went to the mph warehouse sale. god, it's freaking big. humongous placeee. and i bought about... 10 books. i wanted to buy the cecilia ahern series and the host, but my mom was like "i'm sure times is cheaper." so yeah, will be going for the &lt;em&gt;TIMES &lt;/em&gt;ONE!!! wooot.&lt;br /&gt;then we went to the adidas/lotto/umbro/voir/soda sale. hoping to buy another pair of running shoes. god, i'm never, ever, ever ever going for a sale like that. it's all crap. piles and piles of "not considered cheap" clothes all jumbled up. i even saw a baby climbing up one pile of them. god.&lt;br /&gt;and the shoes. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SO EXPENSIVE&lt;/span&gt;. RM200 and it's ugly summore. ADIDAS WITHOUT A SALE WOULD BE AT LEAST 30 BUCKS CHEAPER MAN. and i saw kerwiin there.&lt;br /&gt;the lois bags are nice. really nice. but i didn't dare ask my mom for one.&lt;br /&gt;she'd throw a fit.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went to digital mall. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;boooooriiiiiiiiiing&lt;/span&gt;. we didn't even get any wii games man.&lt;br /&gt;we were supposed to go to OU. but it was too late.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;came back home starving. and surprise. one of the dishes were..&lt;br /&gt;bittergourd from aunt's garden.&lt;br /&gt;fine, i know it's really organic and stuff. but.. come on. it's bitter. &lt;em&gt;real bitter. and. hard&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;whatever. anything tastes awesome when you're hungry.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will be going to ikea/ikano tonight. dad needs more.. umm. i dunno.&lt;br /&gt;xD. this is why a long weekend rules.&lt;br /&gt;and i cannot. i simply &lt;strong&gt;CAN NOTT&lt;/strong&gt; wait for the mid term hols.&lt;br /&gt;which comes with the &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;mid term exam&lt;/span&gt;. darn.&lt;br /&gt;right now.. i should be studying.. umm. science. sejarah. doing that math workbook.&lt;br /&gt;GRRR.&lt;br /&gt;oh yeahh. did i mention? i wasn't supposed to buy ANY books today. dad EXPRESSLY forbade me to. he said i should read more chinese and malay books. and he said all he saw me read were english novels and newspapers and cleo magazines. gosh. if you want my english to suck, &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;FINE&lt;/span&gt;.  i wouldn't even read cleo magazines if they were in BM.&lt;br /&gt;but. anyways. i begged my mom to get sophie kinsella. and.. blahs. and i said i won't read them until my mid term exams are over. and she agreed. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;WOOOT. i love you mommyyy. yo my partner in crimee. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and guess what. the homeopathy said i should drink at least 3 litres of water with a lemon. and i can't even finish 1.5 litres of water with a bit of lemon. the water is sour like nobody's business man. and this morning. i made this packet of ezclean (to apparently help your colon?) and the homeopathy dude told me it was like juice. it smelt quite nice to be honest. but. drink it and you'll wanna puke. it's NOTHING, ABSOLUTELY NOTHING like fruit juice. it tastes like.. overly sickeningly cloyingly sweet green tea.&lt;br /&gt;i seriously held my nose and gulped that cup down. every morning now, i'm gonna pray i get a blocked nose.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;ciaooo. :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6740521479697698980-6355610126893859186?l=estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com/feeds/6355610126893859186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6740521479697698980&amp;postID=6355610126893859186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740521479697698980/posts/default/6355610126893859186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740521479697698980/posts/default/6355610126893859186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com/2009/05/let-rain-fall-down-and-wake-my-dreams.html' title='let the rain fall down, and wake my dreams, let it wash away my sanity. cause i wanna feel the thunder i wanna scream, i&apos;m coming clean.'/><author><name>esther tan [lil' miss apprehensive]</name><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-6740521479697698980.post-5453453504296574098</id><published>2009-04-30T07:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T07:21:51.752-07:00</updated><title type='text'>today. sucked.</title><content type='html'>it all went wrong.&lt;br /&gt;all wrong.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first. piano. then. rushed home.&lt;br /&gt;get that blood test result. ==&lt;br /&gt;it's real crap i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;food intolerance.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;severe&lt;/span&gt; - watermelon. almond, pineapple (hello? pineapple is supposed to reduce inflammation. but whatever) and about three more things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;moderate&lt;/span&gt;- cucumber, garlic, and something else.&lt;br /&gt;real crap. and seafood all can take. blardy waste of money. waste of 1k plus.&lt;br /&gt;then rushed to see that homeopathy. at plaza pantai. got there and the parking is rm6. == and we rounded the carpark looking for an unreserved spot. so we were ten mins late for the appointment.&lt;br /&gt;got there. the dude tells me i have leaky gut syndrome, not child eczema. he thinks it might be caused by an antibiotic i had to take when i was a few months old.&lt;br /&gt;and so.. the appointment went on. and on. and on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;ON AND ON&lt;/span&gt;. finally after taking pictures, it was 12.30, which is the time i'm finishing my lunch.&lt;br /&gt;rrrrrrushed home. 12.45 pm. packkk baggg like madwoman, change like madwoman, pack my colouredpaper like madwoman.&lt;br /&gt;drive to joeal's house. see his uber big plasma tv (he used it for his PC, damn cool), aunty taught me how to operate printer, i have to arrange it all according to my project, and print out individually. running back and forth clicking "OK" and stacking it up. blardy tiring.&lt;br /&gt;finished, it was 1.50 pm.&lt;br /&gt;in the car, i arranged my project in order. then i tried not to run to the bookshop. i go there, and i see vivek, ching yee and pei hsien. the lady tells me that there's no more comb for binding. and i want to fling my project in the drain and yell. okay, fine. ==&lt;br /&gt;so no comb. ran out of stock. great.&lt;br /&gt;went in class, suddenly realized that i could call my mom and get her to bind it for me. and help vivek at the same time. ==&lt;br /&gt;called my mom, gave her my project at the front gate and told her to be ass quiiiick as possible.&lt;br /&gt;she said she'd take max ten mins.&lt;br /&gt;fifteen mins, and i was really jumping up and down at the front gate. seriously, i bet the drivers thought i was spastic. 20 mins and i was thinking "santhi's gonna skin me when i come in late." and five minutes later, she handed me the project. i rann all the way back to classs, mentally preparing excuses. and she didn't say anything, thank god.&lt;br /&gt;but she was pissed.&lt;br /&gt;she started scolding poor newton and matthew.&lt;br /&gt;saying crap like how she's not gonna teach anymore... and how she's gonna mark our paper really strictly..&lt;br /&gt;and there was also this bit when she told matt "i don't care if your father is the agung or prime minister, i'll treat you just the same." that's bullcrap. see if the agung and pm in front of you you still say liddat.&lt;br /&gt;== aiyahh. enough lah. no use scolding us, really. as you said, we have short term memory, so what use is it?&lt;br /&gt;and she called me out. and i was soo scared she'd kill me for thinking benedict solution was for starch. but she said "&lt;em&gt;what's wrong with your face?" and i wanted to yell "stress lah!!! aduii." and then she said you coming for taekwondo this sat?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;crap. i can't run. i have to go. :( i can't tell her i don't have transport again. urrgh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after recess. suddenlyy.. cheryl comes and tells us that our sej rumusan and hasil do all wrong.&lt;br /&gt;then she started explaining...&lt;br /&gt;blahdiblah.&lt;br /&gt;and i want to cry.&lt;br /&gt;all that hard work. stress. rush. for nothing.&lt;br /&gt;all for nooothingg. (sound familar?)&lt;br /&gt;grrrr.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my so called friends. hah.&lt;br /&gt;inverted comma " "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6740521479697698980-5453453504296574098?l=estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com/feeds/5453453504296574098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6740521479697698980&amp;postID=5453453504296574098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740521479697698980/posts/default/5453453504296574098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740521479697698980/posts/default/5453453504296574098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com/2009/04/today-sucked.html' title='today. sucked.'/><author><name>esther tan [lil' miss apprehensive]</name><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-6740521479697698980.post-3889399634622619418</id><published>2009-04-28T05:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T05:43:57.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you know what? pn santhi definitely had a sane bypass operation.</title><content type='html'>um. ummm. ==&lt;br /&gt;monthly medal this sunday. and i don't wanna face puteri again. why can't i face some lousy player instead.&lt;br /&gt;aaaaand... despite everything, i still have my sej project to complete. ==&lt;br /&gt;aaaaaaaand... i screwed up math? diam. i know i suck at math.&lt;br /&gt;aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand.&lt;br /&gt;ta-dah.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i spelt 'defecation' as 'defaecation'&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;and i terbalik scurvy and rickets.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;and i thought vitamin K was good for teeth.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;and i thought the rectum was the duodenum&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and the phrase 'peristalsis' just couldn't come to my mind even though i remember drawing it clearly.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;and i sure as hell don't even know what millon's reagent and fehling's solution is used for testing god-knows-what.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;and what the heck is propase, amylase, and lipease thinggummy?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;and tell me two things you know about bile. or gastric juices.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drat.&lt;br /&gt;and thank you so much pn santhi a/p rubbish for springing the test on us.&lt;br /&gt;you made us all fail science. and then when you give us back the results you'll start saying rubbish like "i'm very disappointed with your results. why is your class like this? i don't expect results like this coming from 2 cempaka. in fact, last year the 2 cempaka i taught was soo much better than you all. why?"&lt;br /&gt;oh shuddup. i bet you told them that too. it's all a cycle of lies.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and man. i never knew you were so two-faced.&lt;br /&gt;you two faced moron.&lt;br /&gt;wwwwwwwhat is your problem.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love babi. who cares about the swine crap.&lt;br /&gt;pffffffft.&lt;br /&gt;ever heard of bird flu anyway?&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6740521479697698980-3889399634622619418?l=estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com/feeds/3889399634622619418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6740521479697698980&amp;postID=3889399634622619418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740521479697698980/posts/default/3889399634622619418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740521479697698980/posts/default/3889399634622619418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com/2009/04/you-know-what-pn-santhi-definitely-had.html' title='you know what? pn santhi definitely had a sane bypass operation.'/><author><name>esther tan [lil' miss apprehensive]</name><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-6740521479697698980.post-203806181751810831</id><published>2009-04-27T05:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T05:57:10.851-07:00</updated><title type='text'>run don't walk, the sky is falling through. don't talk, tonight i'm so confused.</title><content type='html'>we went to hartamas on saturday night. and we came back at 10.30 pm instead of the originally planned 9.30pm. so we slept at around 11?&lt;br /&gt;and in the morning we had to wake up at around 6 to go genting. naturally, no one could get their arse off the bed. soo.. at 7 we left the house. we reached the court and started playing for 15 minutes. then this white haired guy came in, the same one as the last time. and he told us to clear off from the court because he was doing exercise there (the last time, he was there too, and we could only play at 10, we saw him a month ago okay!!!), him and his team. idk la, some crappy bullshit like. like. FRIGGIN YOGA WITHOUT THE BALLOON. and then these few people came in too, the exact same people who did the exercise thingy last month when we came on sunday too. and i was like what???? don't you people go back home or do you stay in genting??? so we had to clear out. so i started playing against the wall instead, and he said "girl, girl, don't play against the wall!" and i was a bit peeved so i was like "the ball won't fly over the fence if that's what you're worried about." and he said "girl, it's very noisy, you're disturbing our concentration." well, bugger for you.&lt;br /&gt;in the end, we went to jalan duta to play at the indoor court. ==&lt;br /&gt;i lovee jalan duta. got hot guys. wakaka. :D&lt;br /&gt;came back, everyone was so knocked out, so i had a catnap. i heard that catnaps are good for health, like, naps that last about half an hour. well, too bad. my so called "catnap" lasted for four hours. and when i woke up, it was 5.45. and my dad was yelling at me to hurry up and change to go to janice's house.&lt;br /&gt;rushed. showered. changed. janice stays at sierramas, so we weren't exactly familiar, so we left early. in the end, we reached the house with no complications, and as a result, we were half an hour earlier. so jan and me just went to the room and talked. a lot. then khang lei and her family came too!! woot. missed you lotss.. dinner, i mean, dessert was good? then we went to jan's room, and she showed us her Gardens yearbook. and she showed be young minn. haha. and man, you are lucky, your school has hot teachers too man.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;came home uber latee. so tired. zzz&lt;br /&gt;bm tuition. had a bum trying to open my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;school was boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;zzz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;zzz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;zzz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing much.&lt;br /&gt;annoyed sabrina with my charming sarcasm.&lt;br /&gt;and li anne and sabrina annoyed cheryl with their charming voices.&lt;br /&gt;singing "cheryl ho" in the "jai ho" tune.&lt;br /&gt;oh yeahh. i interviewed one last teacher for my sej project.&lt;br /&gt;this morning session with a squeaky voice and a squashed face didn't wanna talk. so i interviewed pn lim. ==  i wish i could interview genga or yeoo.. i wanna know how old yeo is.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciaoerz. i'm off to type my hands off with the book julie gave me.&lt;br /&gt;and oh crappp. i HAVE to go for taekwondo this sat. santhi won't ever let me go. grrr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6740521479697698980-203806181751810831?l=estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com/feeds/203806181751810831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6740521479697698980&amp;postID=203806181751810831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740521479697698980/posts/default/203806181751810831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740521479697698980/posts/default/203806181751810831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com/2009/04/run-dont-walk-sky-is-falling-through.html' title='run don&apos;t walk, the sky is falling through. don&apos;t talk, tonight i&apos;m so confused.'/><author><name>esther tan [lil' miss apprehensive]</name><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-6740521479697698980.post-2460991683254237773</id><published>2009-04-25T03:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T03:22:39.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>baby how can you sleep? how can you breathe? baby tell me now, how you love me now.</title><content type='html'>ha-di-ha-ha.&lt;br /&gt;i have completed my sejarah project. HA-DI-HA.&lt;br /&gt;almost 3 whole hours of sitting in front of the comp, with my arse getting numb, and typing till my fingers drop out, and staring at the screen till my eyeballs wanna pop out.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lols. that's what basically happened today.&lt;br /&gt;and yesterday? oh nothing really.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:pppp HEY MONDAY RULES THE WORLD!!!&lt;br /&gt;I TELL YOU THEY FREAKING PWN PARAMORE.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i'm coming home, i'm coming home, did you take off while i was gone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i missed it all, i messed you up, i missed you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i'm coming home, i wanna know,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;when the leaves begin to fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;if i'm falling, falling apart, for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6740521479697698980-2460991683254237773?l=estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com/feeds/2460991683254237773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6740521479697698980&amp;postID=2460991683254237773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740521479697698980/posts/default/2460991683254237773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740521479697698980/posts/default/2460991683254237773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com/2009/04/baby-how-can-you-sleep-how-can-you.html' title='baby how can you sleep? how can you breathe? baby tell me now, how you love me now.'/><author><name>esther tan [lil' miss apprehensive]</name><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-6740521479697698980.post-1353850439373660134</id><published>2009-04-24T03:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T07:12:35.097-07:00</updated><title type='text'>live faster, love stronger. better speed up, or get blown over. time's wastin, how much longer, before i get myself free of these hurricane streets.</title><content type='html'>climax's over, denouement's starting..&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up early this morning, washed my hair. suddenly realized that one of my eyes were bloodshot, decided not to make it worse by wearing contacts. came to school at 8, went to canteen, as usual people asked what happened to my eye. and i said i don't know. :P i think it's cause i rubbed my eye hard yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;soo.. sat down.. they took pictures.. talked..&lt;br /&gt;cik serrr. (Cik SIR) is now in charge, not pn siti. BOO.&lt;br /&gt;practiced once.. then went to the hall. at the basketball court. camwhored. michelle, tammy, cheryl and me were doing this retarded emo lala pose. uber uber funny. michelle did the best retarded/emo/lala/bad guitarist/lousy rockstar pose. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;then it was our turn. i tell you, heer raj and lee simon are like the kick-ass-make-you-laugh bit of the choral. SIMON'S NOSTRILS FLARE WHEN HE SAYS "MINERAL WATER"!!! BAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;then we watched this indian dance, to the original jai ho song, and some chinese dance, and taekwondo. gosh, that's quite cool.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then it finished. tamat. finito. at only 10.30 am. and i told my mom 1 something. ==&lt;br /&gt;so we went out. and tammy suddenly said "oh look at those green booklets. i want them, for sej project." and im like. how to get? she said "nah, you see that aunty there." sooo.. i asked her. "excuse me, aunty, do you still need that booklet?" and she said "oh yeah yeah, i want to keep it as a souveneir, ha ha ha." ==. souveneir? i'd chuck them in the bin if i ever got them. then i went to the dewan and asked if they still had a spare. and this teacher wearing all green said "no.. we only have limited copies, only sixty were printed." GOSH. why print only sixty??? and she asked me "what happened to your face? rashes kah?" and i said "nope.. it's the sun, and the sweat. and eczema." and she asked "did your eczema spread to your eyes?" SERIOUSLY MAN. HOW DUMB CAN SHE BE. then i asked this aunty wearing brown. and she said, yes she still wanted it. and i was thinking "what is it with you people??" then i got some genius idea. "&lt;br /&gt;aunty can i borrow it to photostat? then i'll return it." she said yess! after photostating it, i went back and the aunty was gone. then i saw her walking out of the back gate, and i practically ran there shouting "AUNTY!! AUNTY!!!" when i reached her, i was like "auntyyy.. your bookhleht. you forghot it." then those who didn't wanna go ming tien (cheryl, tammy, sasha and me) just sat down under the tree of life. and the others (change of plans), went to the library to discuss. so we sat down listening to sash's music, and then i texted my mom. i was quite worried. it took me around 10 minutes to decide how to phrase my sms. in the end, she agreed to let me go. WOOT. then michelle and shukling came down, and suddenly said they didn't want to go ming tien. so sash's asked her mom if there was space in the car. got.&lt;br /&gt;then we sat down on the steps, and i borrowed charmaine's phone (why do you guys all like sony ecricsson?), and played this bass fishing game. at first i was like "woah. so cool arrh. like cooking mama on the nintendo wii." so i was practically FLINGING her phone around like a retard. but i lost two fishes out of three, so yeh, that game sucks.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then sash's mom came, and we went to mcD's. i tell you, i was so stuffed after eating. seriously, i'm never ever ever, ever, ever, ever, ever ever, ever ever, ever, freaking ever, ever, ever gonna eat a mcFlurry again. N. E. V. E. R.  i'll stick to good ol' apple pie.&lt;br /&gt;the queue was long.. and saw lots of tmn sea people there. i cannot imagine how they walked (if they walked) from tmn sea to mcD's.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sejarah project is officially 80% done. MUARRRHARRRRHARRR.&lt;br /&gt;all thanks to the day off i got, sitting at home with the keyboard on my lap typing like a mad rabbit. ha-di-ha all yeh poor people sitting at your desks in school.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shahla's comingg!!!&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6740521479697698980-1353850439373660134?l=estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com/feeds/1353850439373660134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6740521479697698980&amp;postID=1353850439373660134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740521479697698980/posts/default/1353850439373660134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740521479697698980/posts/default/1353850439373660134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com/2009/04/live-faster-love-stronger-better-speed.html' title='live faster, love stronger. better speed up, or get blown over. time&apos;s wastin, how much longer, before i get myself free of these hurricane streets.'/><author><name>esther tan [lil' miss apprehensive]</name><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-6740521479697698980.post-7331189883003403087</id><published>2009-04-23T05:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T06:50:36.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DAH DI DAHHH. LA DI LAHH. HA DI HAAA. I'M NOT LISSSSSTENINGGGGGG.</title><content type='html'>where shall i start?&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i shall start with the fact that i STILL have the two friggin' ulcers above my fang teeth, and brushing my teeth is STILL a bleedin pain in the arse.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i went to draw blood today. apparently it wasn't just 5 cc, it was 10. which means... lols. ten ml? which is. a lot. and it came out. wooot! i was so nervous that i wouldn't come out.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;GO ON. READ MY BLOG. READ IT!!! I INVITE YOU TO READ EVERY SINGLE POST I POSTED. READ IT. READ IT TILL YOUR EYEBALLS BURN OUT. GO ON.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;READ IT. READ IT ALL. READ IT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go on. I SAID GO ON. GO AND  READ IT AND QUOTE IT.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's not a control freak?&lt;br /&gt;ohhhhhhhhhhhhh. i seeee. so sorry for misunderstanding her. i see.. she's not a control freak...oops-a-daisy, my bad. riight. she's not a control freak.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAA. riight, she's not a control freak!!! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;yes, i understand you perfectly. you can choose who you want to talk to. you are SOO right, how come i never noticed this before??? wowww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honestly, i find you so insecure and pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and honestly people. i do not swear a lot. :(&lt;br /&gt;don't believe me. ask around. :p&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. anyways. breathe. in. breathe. out. count. to. 10. count. to. 100. count. sheep. count. your. blessings.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6740521479697698980-7331189883003403087?l=estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com/feeds/7331189883003403087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6740521479697698980&amp;postID=7331189883003403087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740521479697698980/posts/default/7331189883003403087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740521479697698980/posts/default/7331189883003403087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com/2009/04/dah-di-dahhh-la-di-lahh-ha-di-haaa-im.html' title='DAH DI DAHHH. LA DI LAHH. HA DI HAAA. I&apos;M NOT LISSSSSTENINGGGGGG.'/><author><name>esther tan [lil' miss apprehensive]</name><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-6740521479697698980.post-5191953075641198536</id><published>2009-04-22T06:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T06:37:13.859-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ahem. grrrr. rawwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwr.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i seriously cannot stand you anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i cannot tahan your attitude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;really mmm songgg you d.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;you seriously takda balls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;GO. EAT. SHIT. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;urrrgghh. the only reason i'm not swearing is because. because.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;go fuck yourself. a million times over. there, i've said it all. FUCK YOU!!!&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/6740521479697698980-5191953075641198536?l=estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com/feeds/5191953075641198536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6740521479697698980&amp;postID=5191953075641198536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740521479697698980/posts/default/5191953075641198536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740521479697698980/posts/default/5191953075641198536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com/2009/04/ahem-grrrr-rawwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwr.html' title='ahem. grrrr. rawwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwr.'/><author><name>esther tan [lil' miss apprehensive]</name><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-6740521479697698980.post-2607490551514061761</id><published>2009-04-22T05:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T05:56:12.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my life. you electrify my life. let's conspire to re-ignite. all the souls that would die just to feel alive.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;where shall i start?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall start with the fact that i now have two ulcers in my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;both of them directly over my two fang teeth.&lt;br /&gt;which makes brushing teeth a downright pain in the arse.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this morning i went for an ALCAT test at pathlab.&lt;br /&gt;it's this test.. to find out what you are allergic to. and i cannot believe it costs over a thousand bucks just to test over two hundred things.&lt;br /&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;soo. they need blood. five ml of it. so i was a biit nervous, since it was my first time drawing blood. when they said five ml i nearly laughed. &lt;em&gt;FIVE ML ARR&lt;/em&gt;? i was visualizing a milk bottle and like only one cm of it as five ml. so. the syringe.&lt;br /&gt;she stuck it in my left arm first. god it hurt. and i didn't say anything. draw blood that time also hurt. she drew quite a bit already. and then she stopped. and i'm like, phew.&lt;br /&gt;then guess what. "not enough. blood's not coming out, i'll have to draw again."&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;WHAAAAAT? THAT MUCH BLOOD NOT ENOUGH KAH???"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"no, miss. five ml is this much. and she showed me."&lt;br /&gt;okay, i nearly fainted. THAT MUCH???&lt;br /&gt;okay, fine. and she asked me whether it hurt? and i said yes. so she said it's not supposed to hurt. the second time in my right arm. and it didn't hurt la. when she poked it in, yeah. then she moved the needle around a bit, and it didn't hurt, just looked a bit gory, seeing my skin move around.&lt;br /&gt;she couldn't draw enough either... and then suddenly it swelled up. and she told me to go home and put an ice pack there, cause there's internal bleeding.&lt;br /&gt;the third time. (you cannot poke more than three times, for some weird reason.) she didn't even draw &lt;strong&gt;ANY&lt;/strong&gt; blood. just poke.&lt;br /&gt;then she said.. "you can poke it in your hand." and i'm like "NOOO. THE PAINN. WILL KILL ME." no way am i gonna get it in my hand up there where it's gonna poke my bone by accident okay.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so. today i can tell you i drank more than 8 glasses of water. and before i go tomorrow i'm gonna drink me fit. soo.. if there's no blood? well. that's another story.&lt;br /&gt;and you know another thing? once you draw, and you don't get enough. you throw away that whole vial of blood. i'm like "whatta waste. i'll drink it if you're gonna throw it away."&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;geo and moral exam today. ez. did kerja kayu today. funny.&lt;br /&gt;and.. we continued watching phantom of the opera. and finally we saw a bit of kissing. :p&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nice talking to ya too :D&lt;br /&gt;sorry to hear you broke up.&lt;br /&gt;and you're right, i won't understand. xD&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;why does it bug me so much? i suppose this is it. somehow just saying it out makes it all final. and it means i won't ever wake up and realize it's all a dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&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/6740521479697698980-2607490551514061761?l=estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com/feeds/2607490551514061761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6740521479697698980&amp;postID=2607490551514061761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740521479697698980/posts/default/2607490551514061761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740521479697698980/posts/default/2607490551514061761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-life-you-electrify-my-life-lets.html' title='my life. you electrify my life. let&apos;s conspire to re-ignite. all the souls that would die just to feel alive.'/><author><name>esther tan [lil' miss apprehensive]</name><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-6740521479697698980.post-5792638954675077377</id><published>2009-04-21T05:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T05:33:38.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i don't wanna run away, baby, you're the one i need tonight. no promises.</title><content type='html'>goddd. i love that levi's 501 ad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;WHO DO YOU WANT TO UNBUTTON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that guy for that ad is so sexy.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. on saturday before going for tennis, mom went to market.&lt;br /&gt;thenn. when she sent me off to buy something, i was walking. walking.&lt;br /&gt;then in front of me.. aunty christina, lucas and adriel.&lt;br /&gt;okay. my heart nearly stopped. i'm like. oh crap. please don't recognize me. please don't recognize me.&lt;br /&gt;they didn't, thank godd. lucas is like SOOO tall nowww.&lt;br /&gt;when i walked past them, i'm like "whoa. i forgot how hot they were."&lt;br /&gt;arrgh!!! hotnesssss.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today we had sejarah exam. and. i can seriously tell you i won't get 23/30 like last time.&lt;br /&gt;hellooo? i only studied bab 3 for the first time today.&lt;br /&gt;did plaster of paris. ==&lt;br /&gt;cheryl accidentally poured water over sabrina's bag.&lt;br /&gt;and everyone was like "ooh." *hush hush.&lt;br /&gt;sabrina didn't scream though.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh lols. i am feeling very annoyed with "T" now.&lt;br /&gt;very.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;choral speaking. at first simon said start at 6.10.&lt;br /&gt;so we went back to class. then cheryl said finish at 6.10 we must go now.&lt;br /&gt;then santhi said "by the time soon huat walks there it'll be 6.10" lol so mean.&lt;br /&gt;so i called to xinjin and tammy. i was like "XXXXXXXXXXXXIIIIIIIIIINJIIIIIIIIIN!!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;and then i yelled again. then suddenly pn genga came up the stairs pulling daniel's sleeve. and i'm like "oh crap." she was practically dragging daniel man.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;quote of the day: "I LOOK LIKE SHIT IN A PINAFORE! FCKKK!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;lols. so naive la.&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/6740521479697698980-5792638954675077377?l=estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com/feeds/5792638954675077377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6740521479697698980&amp;postID=5792638954675077377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740521479697698980/posts/default/5792638954675077377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740521479697698980/posts/default/5792638954675077377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-dont-wanna-run-away-baby-youre-one-i.html' title='i don&apos;t wanna run away, baby, you&apos;re the one i need tonight. no promises.'/><author><name>esther tan [lil' miss apprehensive]</name><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-6740521479697698980.post-1531823905137612694</id><published>2009-04-17T05:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T06:20:41.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm stressed. I need tylenol.</title><content type='html'>i feel a massive headache coming on.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24 hours to a day seriously &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;ain't enough&lt;/span&gt;. and it ain't helping that i'm sitting here typing and whining in front of the computer. when i know perfectly well i should be studying. but i really &lt;em&gt;AM&lt;/em&gt; going after this. serioussslyyy.&lt;br /&gt;arrrghh.&lt;br /&gt;sejarah project. sejarah bab 2 and 3. geography bab 5, 6, and 7. moral 1-12 nilai murnis. KH design wood project. science homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry for missing your b'day at OU kimz. all you people going enjoy yourselvess. :D&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new blog layout. i couldn't stand black no more. only sucky thing is.. italic has to be highlighted. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;WHYYY???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i'm going off to study noww. :((( sounds great.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kris allen. oooooooooooh.&lt;br /&gt;verdasco. goddd. that is. pure. undiluted. sex appeal. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6740521479697698980-1531823905137612694?l=estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com/feeds/1531823905137612694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6740521479697698980&amp;postID=1531823905137612694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740521479697698980/posts/default/1531823905137612694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740521479697698980/posts/default/1531823905137612694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-stressed-i-need-tylenol.html' title='I&apos;m stressed. I need tylenol.'/><author><name>esther tan [lil' miss apprehensive]</name><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-6740521479697698980.post-592763654556665339</id><published>2009-04-16T20:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T04:34:33.662-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lols. rhandhummm.</title><content type='html'>schoool schoool schoool.&lt;br /&gt;we beat the pants off avram!!! and marcus and esdee.&lt;br /&gt;muaahah girls rule. it was suuuuper hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;cheryl was trying to make us guess "dibakar" and she kept doing this rushing motion with her hands while saying "vooom voom".&lt;br /&gt;and duzbonjit (waiit. i think that's how you spell his name. anyway) was trying to make them guess "bertelur" and somehow it looked like he was pointing at his ass.&lt;br /&gt;and alex was trying to make jason guess "pantai" and they were guessing.. "lantai. ohh no wait. jalan raya."&lt;br /&gt;lmao.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I HATE PN SANTHI.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate her. she must be made up of pure undiluted evill.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6740521479697698980-592763654556665339?l=estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com/feeds/592763654556665339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6740521479697698980&amp;postID=592763654556665339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740521479697698980/posts/default/592763654556665339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740521479697698980/posts/default/592763654556665339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com/2009/04/lols-rhandhummm.html' title='lols. rhandhummm.'/><author><name>esther tan [lil' miss apprehensive]</name><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-6740521479697698980.post-6877431459759975633</id><published>2009-04-15T20:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T20:44:57.567-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm coming home, i'm coming home.</title><content type='html'>day before yesterday we played taboo during seni.&lt;br /&gt;funnyyy. :DD&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we watched phantom of the opera yesterdayy. finally!!! we watched for about forty five minutes only. (i watched the whole movie in genting before. teehee.) and.. well. harr. they can't stop singing.. and. christine either has really nice skin. or it's makeup hiding all them zits. and.. raoul looks awfull.. i forgot long hair was fashionable last time? but, i think the phantom looks better than &lt;em&gt;rrraoul de chagnayyy&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;and my science screwed up.. i only got 21 and i want to crr&lt;em&gt;rrrrrryyyyyy&lt;/em&gt;yyyyyyy. :(((&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;my marks all suck now. andd.. i'm screwed too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;#1 sejarah project is due soon. and i haven't started. and. honestly i don't have a clue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;#2 maths monthly test is next week.. and. (my maths sucks?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;#3 geography monthly test is next week. and. (DIE.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;#4 sejarah monthly test is next week. and.. (*slash throat)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;#5 chinese and bm monthly test is next week. and.. (Everyone says its hard, including avrom and ben, so..is there really anything else to say?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COME &lt;em&gt;ONNN. REPLYYY MY FRIGGING MESSAGE!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;***&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohmigod. she's such a control freak.&lt;br /&gt;(lols. to be honest, all relationships will definitely end in a break up, so what's the point?)&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;hey monday rules.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6740521479697698980-6877431459759975633?l=estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com/feeds/6877431459759975633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6740521479697698980&amp;postID=6877431459759975633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740521479697698980/posts/default/6877431459759975633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740521479697698980/posts/default/6877431459759975633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-coming-home-im-coming-home.html' title='i&apos;m coming home, i&apos;m coming home.'/><author><name>esther tan [lil' miss apprehensive]</name><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-6740521479697698980.post-662519840373159595</id><published>2009-04-13T05:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T07:02:28.785-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:D</title><content type='html'>oh god.&lt;br /&gt;i love the word swagger.&lt;br /&gt;swaggerrrhh. yummms.&lt;br /&gt;and the word bossini.&lt;br /&gt;cheryl and i were talking about bossini tees?&lt;br /&gt;and i was thinking.. bossini is a cute name.&lt;br /&gt;so.. if i ever have a baby boy? i might name him bossini.&lt;br /&gt;bossini lee. bossini lim. bossini ho. bossini lum. bossini chan.&lt;br /&gt;bossini johnson. bossini smith.&lt;br /&gt;anyways.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sooo.. teehee is reigning in conversations now.&lt;br /&gt;all thanks to gabriel.&lt;br /&gt;hear him say teehee i also feel like shouting teehee.&lt;br /&gt;like "have you finished your math? TEEHEE!!!"&lt;br /&gt;see? teehee. oh god it rhymes. okay. lame.&lt;br /&gt;choral today. heard the choir for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;and. well. dot dot dot!!!&lt;br /&gt;santhiii. homework as usual. except she didn't give us the book back.&lt;br /&gt;and.. blah blah lah. boring. had some BM crossword thing.&lt;br /&gt;encik zul was scolding some boys.&lt;br /&gt;encik zul really scares me. he scolded me last year.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iiiiiii like that boom boom pow them chicken jackin' mah stylee, they tryh teh copy mah swagger, i'm on the next shit now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6740521479697698980-662519840373159595?l=estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com/feeds/662519840373159595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6740521479697698980&amp;postID=662519840373159595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740521479697698980/posts/default/662519840373159595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740521479697698980/posts/default/662519840373159595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com/2009/04/d.html' title=':D'/><author><name>esther tan [lil' miss apprehensive]</name><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-6740521479697698980.post-3862624313928189066</id><published>2009-04-12T04:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T04:19:30.868-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm flying without wings.     {i heart?}</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;i feel so elated. light. happy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;flyingg without wingsss.&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (without you.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;doop di doobie doo-wah!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;da double di dum dum da double dii dum!!! my lipss like sugarrr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;lols. random larrr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i feel like singing on the top of my lungssssssss!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6740521479697698980-3862624313928189066?l=estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com/feeds/3862624313928189066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6740521479697698980&amp;postID=3862624313928189066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740521479697698980/posts/default/3862624313928189066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740521479697698980/posts/default/3862624313928189066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-flying-without-wings-i-heart.html' title='i&apos;m flying without wings.     {i heart?}'/><author><name>esther tan [lil' miss apprehensive]</name><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-6740521479697698980.post-5285009351454033616</id><published>2009-04-12T03:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T04:13:40.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>still hurting from a love i lost. feeling your frustration, any minute all the pain will stop.</title><content type='html'>on friday night, went for the easter drama thing at glad tidings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you didn't give me the damn flyer, damn it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i had to find out from newton. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sooo.. it was raining. typical of the weather huh.&lt;br /&gt;and there was a jam. fugging traffic jam.&lt;br /&gt;soo.. even though we left the house at 8.15? we still reached the church at 8.40?&lt;br /&gt;not to mention walking through the rain and getting my sandals all wet with sand and grime. :(&lt;br /&gt;i keep forgetting glad tidings is &lt;em&gt;hugeee.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i opened the door, the church was already sooo fulll.&lt;br /&gt;then i called tabby. she never pick up. :( then i called jason.&lt;br /&gt;then i heard the love story caller ringtone. and i'm like "&lt;em&gt;wow&lt;/em&gt;! :D"&lt;br /&gt;then.. this guy who sounded indian picked up the phone. and he told me wrong number.&lt;br /&gt;and i was like. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OH SHIT. NOW I REMEMBER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. jason changed his hp number and i forgot to edit it.&lt;br /&gt;then called tabby again. finally she picked up. then she told me to walk to the stairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;WHAT&lt;/em&gt; STAIRS??"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"THE LEFT SIDE ONE!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"OMG STILL SINGING WORR!!! OKAY, THEY'RE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SITTING DOWN. YOU STAND UP AND WAVE OKAY?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i was standing there waiting for them to sit down and be done with the worship?&lt;br /&gt;then i saw newton, gabriel and marcus at the stairs next to me.&lt;br /&gt;then i saw tabby.&lt;br /&gt;and i practically ran over there.&lt;br /&gt;and i saw ashley!!! what a surprise. and madeleine's sister? (lol she's so tall! she got all the height genes. :p) and hazel, melanie and her friends.&lt;br /&gt;then.. the drama started?&lt;br /&gt;the parents started crying.. and bizarrely, i was trying so hard not to laugh. i mean.. i'm supposed to feel sorry for them. harr.&lt;br /&gt;then ashley was like "esther? are you okay? is the drama too touching for you?" sarcasm.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;we talked more than we listened to the drama btw.&lt;br /&gt;then... during the uber uber boring sermon... i'm like "oh god, ash, i &lt;em&gt;really &lt;/em&gt;nidda piss."&lt;br /&gt;which wasn't really true. (i need a break, not the piss.) anyways.&lt;br /&gt;so i walked out of the door? and when i got out i started flapping my arms around and yelling "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;FREEDOM!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; at the top of my lungs.&lt;br /&gt;then when ash caught up with me she's like "&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;OHMYGOSH, THE PEOPLE WERE STARING AT ME WHEN THE DOOR CLOSED!!! BECAUSE. THEY HEARD YOU. AND THEY SAW YOU RUNNING."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;oh. oops-a-daisy&lt;/span&gt;. hehh. :D&lt;br /&gt;unfortunately we couldn't stay out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;blah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;blah &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;blah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; through the whole sermon. didn't listen to a word.&lt;br /&gt;then they started singing this "happy day" song? and tabby tapped me on the back. and she said "esther. look. on the stage."&lt;br /&gt;i died laughing. that fat guy!!!&lt;br /&gt;i saw him at the shout concert? and well i know you're not supposed to laugh at fat people.. but. really. he was wearing pinstriped pants? and his bum looked horrible?&lt;br /&gt;after i finished laughing, i was like "oh well.. i'm mean. and didn't God say that all things were beautiful in his sight? fat or thin, black or white?"&lt;br /&gt;and i lmao again. lols.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;went to awana today!!! tennis!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;loool. someday i'm gonna burn the court.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;damnn fun. :D&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/6740521479697698980-5285009351454033616?l=estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com/feeds/5285009351454033616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6740521479697698980&amp;postID=5285009351454033616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740521479697698980/posts/default/5285009351454033616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740521479697698980/posts/default/5285009351454033616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com/2009/04/still-hurting-from-love-i-lost-feeling.html' title='still hurting from a love i lost. feeling your frustration, any minute all the pain will stop.'/><author><name>esther tan [lil' miss apprehensive]</name><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-6740521479697698980.post-2768173890623872902</id><published>2009-04-11T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T07:28:25.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ahm.</title><content type='html'>lols.&lt;br /&gt;i cut my hair short.&lt;br /&gt;like the.. the lady villain. in the recent indiana jones movie. minus the fringe.&lt;br /&gt;and well. i'm really really peeved.&lt;br /&gt;what is your problem?&lt;br /&gt;stop acting so smug.&lt;br /&gt;urrgh.&lt;br /&gt;i hate you.&lt;br /&gt;i hate you.&lt;br /&gt;i hate you so much.&lt;br /&gt;okay. no.&lt;br /&gt;i dislike you.&lt;br /&gt;i dislike you so much.&lt;br /&gt;arrgh!!!&lt;br /&gt;i can't hold a grudge for long.&lt;br /&gt;but still.&lt;br /&gt;even if i can't, you can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I HATE YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I DISLIKE YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I WANT YOU TO KNOW THAT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;EAT IT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FEEL GUILTY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ARRGH. THIS IS NOT WORKING. :(&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6740521479697698980-2768173890623872902?l=estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com/feeds/2768173890623872902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6740521479697698980&amp;postID=2768173890623872902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740521479697698980/posts/default/2768173890623872902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740521479697698980/posts/default/2768173890623872902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com/2009/04/ahm.html' title='ahm.'/><author><name>esther tan [lil' miss apprehensive]</name><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-6740521479697698980.post-6354770012140818646</id><published>2009-04-05T01:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T01:48:33.685-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monthly Medal!!!</title><content type='html'>Joined monthly medal at the Kelana Jaya Stadium today.&lt;br /&gt;8.30 am.&lt;br /&gt;hung around watching people play all the way to 11.30 am.&lt;br /&gt;was so so sooo boreddd!!!&lt;br /&gt;recognized quite a few people.&lt;br /&gt;11.30 am. &lt;em&gt;FINALLY&lt;/em&gt; it was my turn.&lt;br /&gt;i was playing against this puteri girl. a malay.&lt;br /&gt;then when i got to the court, i was like. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;PUTERI???? HER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;???&lt;br /&gt;she's the daughter of this indian coach i see every time i go to bangsar sports complex.&lt;br /&gt;she has 2 younger sisters and another younger brother. and the second younger sister just played there. damn young oni summore.&lt;br /&gt;we rallied - warm up first.&lt;br /&gt;omfg. the moment we started rallying i could tell i wasn't gonna win.&lt;br /&gt;not be like overly negative or anything, but i already knew i was gonna lose.&lt;br /&gt;after like 10 minutes of warming up, we started.&lt;br /&gt;she served first.&lt;br /&gt;her service ain't thaaat good as her shots.&lt;br /&gt;she plays a power game. hits so hard. hits so fast. top spin. flat.&lt;br /&gt;fine, not like i can't hit hard but still.&lt;br /&gt;the freaking sun was smack bang in my face and i double faulted twice.&lt;br /&gt;and honestly, if i remember properly, i hardly had a single lead in the set.&lt;br /&gt;okay, she thrashed me. :D completely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she disposed of me in forty five minutes. (at least it wasn't 15 minutes)&lt;br /&gt;then we shook hands. and i congratulated her again and i asked "when did you start your lessons?"&lt;br /&gt;guess what her answer was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;four.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow. like wow. no wonder she's so good. anyway her dad is a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;COACH&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, for heaven's sake.&lt;br /&gt;and her youngest sister which is like only two years old can actually hit the ball almost better than my brother and sister.&lt;br /&gt;god, i WISH i started tennis lessons when i was four. or two. :(&lt;br /&gt;to give her credit again, she's a really awesome player.&lt;br /&gt;ranked in STA.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basically i'm too lazy to post anymore about this.&lt;br /&gt;i don't care, i'm joining every single tournament that comes my way to make up for not being able to join MSSD.&lt;br /&gt;MBPJ Open is next week. and i'm joining. of course.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've changed my mind.&lt;br /&gt;i saw three adorable adorable japanese guys. they're familiar but i can't remember whereee exactly i saw them!!!&lt;br /&gt;and i saw two guys who aren't malaysian, obviously (they're foreign), one of them (the cute one) looks like nick jonas. the other one looks like an emo all american reject.&lt;br /&gt;anddd. i saw this pink skirt girl i saw at the ayam a1 tourney. and another girl who looks a lottt like zoe except zoe looks a hell lot better. and i saw azir and and.. oh blast, i forgot his sister's name. aiyah, i saw that indian coach's whole family there. his son and his younger daughter and his daughter puteri.&lt;br /&gt;oh god, &lt;em&gt;why &lt;/em&gt;did i have the luck to meet such a good player in the first round? i mean, it was all i could do to just hit the tennis ball back over the net.&lt;br /&gt;god, i'm gonna keep training until i can play like her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6740521479697698980-6354770012140818646?l=estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com/feeds/6354770012140818646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6740521479697698980&amp;postID=6354770012140818646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740521479697698980/posts/default/6354770012140818646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740521479697698980/posts/default/6354770012140818646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com/2009/04/monthly-medal.html' title='Monthly Medal!!!'/><author><name>esther tan [lil' miss apprehensive]</name><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-6740521479697698980.post-8252112140729284339</id><published>2009-04-04T06:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T06:33:06.485-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Picturess.. xoxo</title><content type='html'>LALA POSE!!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320828105341005282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8tFY7y0u7-M/Sddg-InD7eI/AAAAAAAAAIc/AjOHX68VO3c/s400/P1010067.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8tFY7y0u7-M/Sddg9jpFeoI/AAAAAAAAAIM/Kzws796Lyd8/s1600-h/IMG_2314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320828095417383554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8tFY7y0u7-M/Sddg9jpFeoI/AAAAAAAAAIM/Kzws796Lyd8/s400/IMG_2314.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8tFY7y0u7-M/Sddg9lvEDhI/AAAAAAAAAIE/XJqOM8w2ZX4/s1600-h/P1010066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320828095979326994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8tFY7y0u7-M/Sddg9lvEDhI/AAAAAAAAAIE/XJqOM8w2ZX4/s400/P1010066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;guess whose?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8tFY7y0u7-M/Sddg9bfB-XI/AAAAAAAAAH8/tY7nB3bGBT4/s1600-h/P1010088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320828093227727218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8tFY7y0u7-M/Sddg9bfB-XI/AAAAAAAAAH8/tY7nB3bGBT4/s400/P1010088.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8tFY7y0u7-M/Sddg923MQDI/AAAAAAAAAIU/pZ9ftLtZUmY/s1600-h/IMG_2324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320828100576821298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8tFY7y0u7-M/Sddg923MQDI/AAAAAAAAAIU/pZ9ftLtZUmY/s400/IMG_2324.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Li Anne, Li Shan, Ji Yan, Jia Yee, Sabrina and me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The camera was on the floor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320823985967000914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8tFY7y0u7-M/SdddOWvw7VI/AAAAAAAAAHk/_xHRZzmk4K8/s400/P1010090.JPG" border="0" /&gt; kissie kissie. les.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8tFY7y0u7-M/SdddOztFsBI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Q-WE9RP-k9M/s1600-h/P1010078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320823993740406802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8tFY7y0u7-M/SdddOztFsBI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Q-WE9RP-k9M/s400/P1010078.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sabrina and me. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320823989406145858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8tFY7y0u7-M/SdddOjjuHUI/AAAAAAAAAHs/_tcXG2YAy4c/s400/P1010086.JPG" border="0" /&gt; patrickkk the starfishh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320823972987914642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8tFY7y0u7-M/SdddNmZTyZI/AAAAAAAAAHU/g8ldpBwSBNA/s400/P1010128.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6740521479697698980-8252112140729284339?l=estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com/feeds/8252112140729284339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6740521479697698980&amp;postID=8252112140729284339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740521479697698980/posts/default/8252112140729284339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740521479697698980/posts/default/8252112140729284339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com/2009/04/more-picturess-xoxo.html' title='More Picturess.. xoxo'/><author><name>esther tan [lil' miss apprehensive]</name><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/_8tFY7y0u7-M/Sddg-InD7eI/AAAAAAAAAIc/AjOHX68VO3c/s72-c/P1010067.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6740521479697698980.post-5533678585393966736</id><published>2009-04-04T04:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T04:20:40.589-07:00</updated><title type='text'>there, guys! the one you've all been waiting for. :DDD</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I write now, directly to you. I know you've been reading my blog posts, and I know you've jumped to conclusions just by reading them. Like I even confirmed them first. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You think I'm after your boyfriend. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Huh. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You think I'm jealous. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Huh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You think I like him and you think it's obvious.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Huh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Obvious my foot.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When I heard that, I was speechless. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some bizarre desire to laugh my heart out too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lols. &lt;em&gt;Come on&lt;/em&gt;. ==&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who told you that? Who &lt;em&gt;said&lt;/em&gt; I liked Eu Weng? Who &lt;em&gt;SAID&lt;/em&gt; I was jealous?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You don't know me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do you have some insatiable desire to just make up theories and conclusions? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll be frank (if you don't know what it means, it's straightforward and honest.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I AM NOT JEALOUS OF YOU GETTING TO YOUR DARLING FIRST. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;AND I&lt;em&gt; NEVER WAS&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;YOU DON'T KNOW ME, SO SHUT YOUR OVERSIZED MOUTH AND STOP TELLING YOUR BOYFRIEND TO TELL ME STUFF WHEN YOU DON'T EVEN HAVE THE GUTS TO TELL ME YOURSELF. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;YOU PISSED WITH ME 'CAUSE I "WRITE STUFF ABOUT YOU?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;THEN YOU SADLY HAVE NO IDEA HOW MANY PEOPLE DO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I HONESTLY FEEL DAMN SORRY FOR YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;okay, I'm done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;go la, go la, go run to eu weng and bitch about me to him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;there, eu weng, I've made peace and cleared things up with your girlfriend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just what you wanted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;BYE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;(P.S. i actually refrained from swearing.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6740521479697698980-5533678585393966736?l=estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com/feeds/5533678585393966736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6740521479697698980&amp;postID=5533678585393966736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740521479697698980/posts/default/5533678585393966736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740521479697698980/posts/default/5533678585393966736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com/2009/04/there-guys-one-youve-all-been-waiting.html' title='there, guys! the one you&apos;ve all been waiting for. :DDD'/><author><name>esther tan [lil' miss apprehensive]</name><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-6740521479697698980.post-3377780002084275671</id><published>2009-04-04T02:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T02:41:53.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cute. cute. cute. especially Liyana. oobledoobleooo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8tFY7y0u7-M/Sdcq1EYiMdI/AAAAAAAAAG8/kukLDYv3SQk/s1600-h/Image176.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Liyana is the uber uber adorable girl and angel is the mom. can you BELIEVE the mom is malaysian?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8tFY7y0u7-M/Sdcq1br8weI/AAAAAAAAAHM/D0LdKgL3SBQ/s1600-h/Image176.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320768582215057890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8tFY7y0u7-M/Sdcq1br8weI/AAAAAAAAAHM/D0LdKgL3SBQ/s400/Image176.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8tFY7y0u7-M/Sdcq1G2sgQI/AAAAAAAAAHE/VwNoSR3Y784/s1600-h/Image175.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320768576622985474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8tFY7y0u7-M/Sdcq1G2sgQI/AAAAAAAAAHE/VwNoSR3Y784/s400/Image175.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8tFY7y0u7-M/Sdcq1AtS34I/AAAAAAAAAG0/6EW4nh3lVSI/s1600-h/Image177.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320768574972944258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8tFY7y0u7-M/Sdcq1AtS34I/AAAAAAAAAG0/6EW4nh3lVSI/s400/Image177.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;linette!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8tFY7y0u7-M/Sdcq0xv8HbI/AAAAAAAAAGs/laDISyvEuWQ/s1600-h/Image174.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320768570957503922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8tFY7y0u7-M/Sdcq0xv8HbI/AAAAAAAAAGs/laDISyvEuWQ/s400/Image174.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8tFY7y0u7-M/Sdcp53pwRrI/AAAAAAAAAGc/7Sv8bfoh9cQ/s1600-h/Image129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320767558929893042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8tFY7y0u7-M/Sdcp53pwRrI/AAAAAAAAAGc/7Sv8bfoh9cQ/s400/Image129.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8tFY7y0u7-M/Sdcp6CAKrbI/AAAAAAAAAGk/7b3N7xV1cyk/s1600-h/Image121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320767561708252594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8tFY7y0u7-M/Sdcp6CAKrbI/AAAAAAAAAGk/7b3N7xV1cyk/s400/Image121.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8tFY7y0u7-M/Sdcp5jqLdoI/AAAAAAAAAGU/8dQqZ4YlupI/s1600-h/Image110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320767553562965634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8tFY7y0u7-M/Sdcp5jqLdoI/AAAAAAAAAGU/8dQqZ4YlupI/s400/Image110.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8tFY7y0u7-M/Sdcp5fEllCI/AAAAAAAAAGM/37p4JhtsgIQ/s1600-h/Image107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320767552331551778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8tFY7y0u7-M/Sdcp5fEllCI/AAAAAAAAAGM/37p4JhtsgIQ/s400/Image107.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; damn cute right? a schaunzer. called jubilee, jubee for short. uncle's brother's doggie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8tFY7y0u7-M/Sdcp5a0PKrI/AAAAAAAAAGE/0rdSd47XLGI/s1600-h/Image119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320767551189232306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8tFY7y0u7-M/Sdcp5a0PKrI/AAAAAAAAAGE/0rdSd47XLGI/s400/Image119.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6740521479697698980-3377780002084275671?l=estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com/feeds/3377780002084275671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6740521479697698980&amp;postID=3377780002084275671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740521479697698980/posts/default/3377780002084275671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740521479697698980/posts/default/3377780002084275671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com/2009/04/cute-cute-cute-especially-liyana.html' title='cute. cute. cute. especially Liyana. oobledoobleooo.'/><author><name>esther tan [lil' miss apprehensive]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8tFY7y0u7-M/Sdcq1br8weI/AAAAAAAAAHM/D0LdKgL3SBQ/s72-c/Image176.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6740521479697698980.post-8734620076792039278</id><published>2009-04-04T02:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T02:23:35.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tell me why, ain't nothing but a heartache. tell me why, ain't nothing but a mistake. tell me why, i never wanna hear you say i want it that way.</title><content type='html'>friday 4th April.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didn't go CF. :(&lt;br /&gt;blahdiblah all the way through lessons.&lt;br /&gt;gahh tabby, you raised my hopes about a david ticket.&lt;br /&gt;didn't i TELL YOU all the juicy deetsss???&lt;br /&gt;so now, blast it. no david archuleta tix.&lt;br /&gt;moral and chinese. one and a half hours of the cow.&lt;br /&gt;soo boreddd... went out to the ladies' with michelle.&lt;br /&gt;dawdle dawdle dawdle in the loo. fifteen minutes later we came back.&lt;br /&gt;and i went back to 2A without teacher's permission to give ash's toilet paper back.&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't go back to 2A.&lt;br /&gt;because teacher was right smack in the middle of the class.&lt;br /&gt;so i was stuckkk. in 2A for almost 10 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;was getting so jumpy and scared, kept sending divya and ash to check if i could go back then.&lt;br /&gt;and then once, when i was getting ready to get back in, because teacher wasn't anywhere, i suddenly heard teacher's voice at the back and nearly jumped out of my skin and ran back in class.&lt;br /&gt;why was i so stupid to get out???&lt;br /&gt;and then divya and ash would say things like "omg esther she's looking at your place!!!"&lt;br /&gt;finally when she was writing something on the board i ran in. (my place is at the back. very back)&lt;br /&gt;phewwwwwwwwwwww. i'm not sure she's that stupid to not notice me though..&lt;br /&gt;rain. it just HAD to rain.&lt;br /&gt;havoc outside.&lt;br /&gt;sweaty stinky wet people pressing against me while i press against the wall.&lt;br /&gt;boo kean and bryan so cuteee laaa.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at night, sabrina and cheryl sent me the pictures.&lt;br /&gt;in the end, i only got about 16 pictures out of their 135 something.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh. i love the moment when you wake up and realize it's the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;you lie back down for a moment and let the sunlight dance across your face and it sinks in.&lt;br /&gt;IT. IS. SATURDAY.&lt;br /&gt;and you take your time.. changing.. washing your face.. brushing your teeth..&lt;br /&gt;went to baker's cottage to get a bun to eat before tennis.&lt;br /&gt;tennis today wasn't that fun. because michelle and yilin weren't there.&lt;br /&gt;and i didn't join katherine and jian kit :(&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i reached home it was 10.45.&lt;br /&gt;showered.. came down, finished up ALL the guavas and half the pears. then i ate almost half the box of jacob crackers.&lt;br /&gt;and i went upstairs to sleep. which was... say.. 11.30 am.&lt;br /&gt;and i zzzed. all the way to 4.30 am.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6740521479697698980-8734620076792039278?l=estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com/feeds/8734620076792039278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6740521479697698980&amp;postID=8734620076792039278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740521479697698980/posts/default/8734620076792039278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740521479697698980/posts/default/8734620076792039278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com/2009/04/tell-me-why-aint-nothing-but-heartache.html' title='tell me why, ain&apos;t nothing but a heartache. tell me why, ain&apos;t nothing but a mistake. tell me why, i never wanna hear you say i want it that way.'/><author><name>esther tan [lil' miss apprehensive]</name><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-6740521479697698980.post-6240830363741575425</id><published>2009-04-02T18:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T21:36:28.968-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Outdated. But My Blog Lacks Pictures. (taken in frasers using pg's pro cam.)</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320318072931533586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8tFY7y0u7-M/SdWRGV0swxI/AAAAAAAAAFs/xU2YPFzANF4/s400/IMGP5590.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8tFY7y0u7-M/SdWRlcvoJ4I/AAAAAAAAAF8/7SbqR_jQgtE/s1600-h/IMGP5596.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320318607365252994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8tFY7y0u7-M/SdWRlcvoJ4I/AAAAAAAAAF8/7SbqR_jQgtE/s400/IMGP5596.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8tFY7y0u7-M/SdWRGoK7CoI/AAAAAAAAAF0/0vM5G9NbgKs/s1600-h/IMGP5592.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320318077856582274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; 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But My Blog Lacks Pictures. (taken in frasers using pg&apos;s pro cam.)'/><author><name>esther tan [lil' miss apprehensive]</name><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/_8tFY7y0u7-M/SdWRGV0swxI/AAAAAAAAAFs/xU2YPFzANF4/s72-c/IMGP5590.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6740521479697698980.post-7843742177948833978</id><published>2009-04-02T04:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T06:43:01.051-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OH. THE EXPERIENCE!!!</title><content type='html'>okay, okay, before i start. note: forget the monday post. the post in which i well, forgot to censor. i was just, errr, pissed, which is really rare. honest. :(&lt;br /&gt;todayyyy!!! was fabbbb :D&lt;br /&gt;and the bus, i sat with cher cher this time. sang as usual.&lt;br /&gt;reached BU2. when i saw the carpark, i was like. hmm. this rings a bell.&lt;br /&gt;And then it hit me. i sat for my theory exam here!!!B&lt;br /&gt;tw, BU2 sucks.&lt;br /&gt;their hall. is a hall? calling that hall a HALL is like calling a muddy road a super-three-lane-highway.&lt;br /&gt;and we were the first team to start. i hate starting first. :(&lt;br /&gt;surprisingly, i wasn't at all nervous. in catholic high, on the stage at the start, my knees were practically SHAKING.&lt;br /&gt;we rushed btw.&lt;br /&gt;right behind li anne, was this green female judge, who was sooo scarrryyyy.&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't help darting glances at the judges faces.&lt;br /&gt;the green judge? she neverrr smiled.&lt;br /&gt;except during heer raj's "ape mau mineum?" and simon's "roti nan dengan tandoor tambah dua telur setengah masak dan roti canai TIGAAA!!!" part.&lt;br /&gt;even so she only turned up the corners of her mouth sliightly.&lt;br /&gt;then.. i listened all the way to la salle. then i started playing with charmaine's handphone.&lt;br /&gt;her phone has tons of gamess!!!&lt;br /&gt;and tons of songsss!!!&lt;br /&gt;then blah di blah through all the eight contestants.&lt;br /&gt;then while waiting for the judges to make their decision, we sat together singing.&lt;br /&gt;suddenly i started singing backstreet boys "i want it that way".&lt;br /&gt;and then it suddenly played out from the speakers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm like "&lt;em&gt;HAH! HAH! HAH! THEY PSYCHIC!!!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i looked at the AP place, and the AP guy was staring at me bobbing his head in time to the music. and i'm like "wow, from there also can hear me sing?"&lt;br /&gt;lols.&lt;br /&gt;then camwhore. &lt;em&gt;camwhore&lt;/em&gt;. camwhore. camwhore. camwhore. like camwhores do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had jumping poses. lala poses. bimbo poses. candidd!!! and the "worship" pose. when all the girls stand around omar half kneeling on the floor gesturing at him. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone rush rush back to their places in the middle of taking a jumping pic.&lt;br /&gt;then.. the green judge, who was pn belinda ng from assunta, made a very very very longgg windedd speechh...&lt;br /&gt;to quote her.. "your &lt;em&gt;EXPRESSSION MUST BE OOOOZINGG&lt;/em&gt; out from your &lt;em&gt;FACE!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"and especially the first row. &lt;em&gt;YOUR APPEARANCE&lt;/em&gt;. your &lt;em&gt;SHOES&lt;/em&gt;. must be &lt;em&gt;CLEAN&lt;/em&gt;. and the girls. who wear baju kurung. you have to &lt;em&gt;BUTTON &lt;/em&gt;it up. i &lt;em&gt;SAW&lt;/em&gt;, some teams, it was &lt;em&gt;FLAPPING &lt;/em&gt;around."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;then finallyyy... "this, i know, is the moment you have alll been waiting for..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;and then... everyone tensed..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;"the judges have all unanimously decided that.. third place goes to... TEAM 1!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;everyone screameddd!!! aragkajglkgblafladglahg!!!! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;joyyy. satisfactionnn. ahhh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;"and second place... drum roll please? goes to... TEAM 6!!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;catholic high. they didn't scream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;"and now.... the judges have also UNANIMOUSLY voted that.. first place goes to... TEAM 3!!!!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;la salle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;they screamed. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;well grtz to la salle and chs. they were both good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;well, after getting the results we were so beside ourselves, we took more pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;to release happiness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walked to centerpoint.&lt;br /&gt;xinjin, cheryl, divya, and i were the first ones there.&lt;br /&gt;no.. xinjin and me actually. we rann all the way to mcD's.&lt;br /&gt;i bet the people staring at us thought we cut school.&lt;br /&gt;reached mc d at 11.30 am.&lt;br /&gt;too early for the mcvalue lunch...&lt;br /&gt;ut still, i tried my luck.&lt;br /&gt;"mak cik, boleh order mcvalue lunch sekarang tak? please?"&lt;br /&gt;"ehh, tak boleh. masih ada setengah jam.,"&lt;br /&gt;aww. come ON. fine..&lt;br /&gt;so we waited. waitt fifteen minutes.&lt;br /&gt;then another school came in DJ i think.&lt;br /&gt;five minutes later, sabrina, shukling and i went to queue up.&lt;br /&gt;queued up behind the DJ people.&lt;br /&gt;these two girls in front of us. suddenly turned around to us and said "hey, congratulations. you guys were really good."&lt;br /&gt;shukling and i were like "ohh, thanks :D"&lt;br /&gt;shukling show me the picture of the cute guy!!!&lt;br /&gt;wait wait wait. two minutes left.&lt;br /&gt;"mak cik... ada 2 minit lagi.. boleh skrg tak?"&lt;br /&gt;she just smiled at me and said no.&lt;br /&gt;at 12, she finally rang the bell and i rushed to get it. eerheh.&lt;br /&gt;i starved to save my money.&lt;br /&gt;let's see. i got the mcchicken, a milo (fancy them charging me extra rm1.70 just because i changed coke to milo), fries, mcflurry oreo.&lt;br /&gt;finished the burger, 3/4 of the oreo, and half of the fries.&lt;br /&gt;struggled to finish the flurry, darn jelak lah.&lt;br /&gt;fries and milo i tar powh. :p&lt;br /&gt;alk to secret recipe.&lt;br /&gt;and guess what. miss sharon, joanne and pn siti were having lunch there. ==&lt;br /&gt;never belanja us a bit oso. :(&lt;br /&gt;on the bus back to centerpoint we sang some more.&lt;br /&gt;then go anjung. and camwhored some more.&lt;br /&gt;this is one pic kar sing sent me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8tFY7y0u7-M/SdS-lvVmO7I/AAAAAAAAAD8/1h4gwrVnyeU/s1600-h/IMG_2313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320086615402888114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8tFY7y0u7-M/SdS-lvVmO7I/AAAAAAAAAD8/1h4gwrVnyeU/s400/IMG_2313.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and... we went back to class!&lt;br /&gt;heh. end of story.&lt;br /&gt;honestly, i never thought i'd have so much fun joining this&lt;br /&gt;it was fun. fun. fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6740521479697698980-7843742177948833978?l=estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com/feeds/7843742177948833978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6740521479697698980&amp;postID=7843742177948833978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740521479697698980/posts/default/7843742177948833978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740521479697698980/posts/default/7843742177948833978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com/2009/04/oh-experience.html' title='OH. THE EXPERIENCE!!!'/><author><name>esther tan [lil' miss apprehensive]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8tFY7y0u7-M/SdS-lvVmO7I/AAAAAAAAAD8/1h4gwrVnyeU/s72-c/IMG_2313.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6740521479697698980.post-2834902315399660991</id><published>2009-04-01T05:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T05:32:55.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Letter.</title><content type='html'>To: 1.&lt;br /&gt;       2.&lt;br /&gt;       3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look. Are you telling me this just as a favour or something? Come on, get a life. I'll listen to what you have to say. I'll say what I want to say, and you can't stop me. You're just living in your own lil fantasyland if you don't know what it's all like. OPEN. YOUR. EYES. Even YOU don't know, or you're just not admitting it, or you're just plain cocked up in your brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you. My SPECIAL ONE. after all these while, you don't know how I feel. What bugs me is that you just go around telling people so nonchalantly, like, like, oh, like my feelings can be made fun of and toyed around with. You don't even have the GUTS to tell me yourself. Instead you let me find out by listening to other people talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, just look at you, my darling. Look at your blank lil face. Don't be perasan la. Once again, can you PLEASEEE grasp the concept of "FREE WORLD"??? for your benefit, free world means i can say or think and do what i like. and i don't do it to your liking.  Wasn't even REFERRING to you, so perasan. So get that.&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;From: Esther.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6740521479697698980-2834902315399660991?l=estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com/feeds/2834902315399660991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6740521479697698980&amp;postID=2834902315399660991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740521479697698980/posts/default/2834902315399660991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740521479697698980/posts/default/2834902315399660991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com/2009/04/letter.html' title='Letter.'/><author><name>esther tan [lil' miss apprehensive]</name><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-6740521479697698980.post-5842577108042497162</id><published>2009-04-01T04:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T04:31:25.561-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy April Fooolsss!!! ;D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;:DDD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"you got something on your nose."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;if you looked, you're an april fool! ;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6740521479697698980-5842577108042497162?l=estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com/feeds/5842577108042497162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6740521479697698980&amp;postID=5842577108042497162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740521479697698980/posts/default/5842577108042497162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740521479697698980/posts/default/5842577108042497162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-april-fooolsss-d.html' title='Happy April Fooolsss!!! ;D'/><author><name>esther tan [lil' miss apprehensive]</name><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-6740521479697698980.post-1759858271999092164</id><published>2009-03-31T19:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T19:26:29.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Can't Play On Broken Strings. :DDDD (dedicated to sabrrrrinaaa!!! the teenage pmser.)</title><content type='html'>um um. umm.&lt;br /&gt;yesterday? i got the biggest shock of my lifeee.&lt;br /&gt;i nearly cried out in shock. and denial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;well, think whatever you think. say whatever you want. i write what i want. free world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;mind your own business la, &lt;em&gt;freak&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;came to school. went straight to the R n R and hid there. bet i looked like some emo ass sitting down there facing the wall and hugging my bag for dear life.&lt;br /&gt;waited until everyone had gone up to class. then walked up &lt;em&gt;slowwwwwwwwwwllyyy&lt;/em&gt;y.&lt;br /&gt;and yes, i was waving at you!!! :DDD ;P&lt;br /&gt;photography session. class pic.&lt;br /&gt;"girl, put your hair behind your ear!"&lt;br /&gt;that's what some teacher was telling me.&lt;br /&gt;"okay, okay, i know!"&lt;br /&gt;come on la. she was demonstrating it, as though i didn't know how.&lt;br /&gt;gosh. i'm not a &lt;em&gt;moron&lt;/em&gt; okayy!!!&lt;br /&gt;in the end, she gave me two pins to clip my hair.&lt;br /&gt;i lost one pin. :p and chucked the other one in the bin.&lt;br /&gt;blahblahblah. helped pn siti distribute the papers.&lt;br /&gt;recessss.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;choral practice..&lt;br /&gt;gossshhh. we must have only practiced about 4 times? then we had &lt;em&gt;break, break, break,&lt;/em&gt; and more breaktime.&lt;br /&gt;and then we sang songs. lol!!! ==&lt;br /&gt;we sang fall for you, mamma mia, broken strings, blahhh.&lt;br /&gt;can sing but cannot sing in front of pn santhi.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;came home. rushheddd. showerrr. get the homeworkk.&lt;br /&gt;wen yang and matthew were like "eat the blue book."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;me: what's the homework?&lt;br /&gt;wen yang: eat the blue book.&lt;br /&gt;me: and then?&lt;br /&gt;wen yang: throw up.&lt;br /&gt;me: and then?&lt;br /&gt;wen yang: you're done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finish finish.&lt;br /&gt;i finished everything including piano and guitar. just to watch boys over flowers.&lt;br /&gt;godd i'm over that series.&lt;br /&gt;they are just soo hot and good looking!!! i mean, i'm not a freak over korean series normally, so this is a first. goddd!!! soo HAWWTTTT.&lt;br /&gt;i'm telling ya, they don't make guys like that in malaysia. :(&lt;br /&gt;i cried. i prractically had to wipe my tears of my face when watching it.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i really want to change my blog skin.&lt;br /&gt;i'm just SOO NOT A FAN OF BLACK.&lt;br /&gt;honestly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;did i mention? i'm not playing mssd after all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;sod them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;sod the so called "more experienced player."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;so pro go join under-18 laa, join under-15 for what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;well, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;SOD IT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;i'm joining monthly medal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6740521479697698980-1759858271999092164?l=estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com/feeds/1759858271999092164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6740521479697698980&amp;postID=1759858271999092164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740521479697698980/posts/default/1759858271999092164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740521479697698980/posts/default/1759858271999092164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com/2009/03/you-cant-play-on-broken-strings-dddd.html' title='You Can&apos;t Play On Broken Strings. :DDDD (dedicated to sabrrrrinaaa!!! the teenage pmser.)'/><author><name>esther tan [lil' miss apprehensive]</name><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-6740521479697698980.post-4919973033191681755</id><published>2009-03-30T20:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T20:53:27.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oh god.</title><content type='html'>OH GODDD.&lt;br /&gt;I'M A REAL BITCH.&lt;br /&gt;OKAY???&lt;br /&gt;I ADMIT THAT. I AM A BITCH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why am is so effed up.&lt;br /&gt;ohhh godddd.&lt;br /&gt;WHY?????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even if he doesn't say it, i know what he thinks. i'm a real fucker.&lt;br /&gt;and i suppose i am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6740521479697698980-4919973033191681755?l=estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com/feeds/4919973033191681755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6740521479697698980&amp;postID=4919973033191681755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740521479697698980/posts/default/4919973033191681755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740521479697698980/posts/default/4919973033191681755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com/2009/03/oh-god.html' title='oh god.'/><author><name>esther tan [lil' miss apprehensive]</name><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-6740521479697698980.post-96214797756452728</id><published>2009-03-29T03:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T04:20:29.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Only Word to Sum Up My Day : Exhausted (x1,000,000,000...)</title><content type='html'>well, i'm sitting on the swivel chair typing this out. it's 7.05 pm.&lt;br /&gt;title says it all. i'm sooo tired.&lt;br /&gt;strength sapped.&lt;br /&gt;gone to goodness-knows-where.&lt;br /&gt;not really surprising.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up at 8.&lt;br /&gt;we were supposed to go to bukit kiara at 7.45, but it was too late ==.&lt;br /&gt;so we went to the playground.&lt;br /&gt;main reason was to jog. we brought the basketball along.&lt;br /&gt;this time we jogged around the whole park (the previous day, we only jogged half, because there were monkeys. a lot of them.)&lt;br /&gt;and.. big round. round. round. warm up.&lt;br /&gt;jog jog jog jog jog jog jog.&lt;br /&gt;i jogged 4 rounds. mom jogged 3. brother and sister jogged 1. ==&lt;br /&gt;just after jogging four rounds, i had a stitch in me.&lt;br /&gt;so rested for a while. then played basketball. then did pushups and situps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i couldn't even do more than 5 pushups&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;  NO ABS!!! :(&lt;br /&gt;11 am went home.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;came home, showered. lunch.&lt;br /&gt;after lunch, took umi's handphone and started playing the building house game.&lt;br /&gt;i really love that game!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;then 2.45. mom rushed in my room and started going all flustered "WHY HAVEN'T YOU CHANGED YET??? YOU FORGOT GOT TENNIS IS IT???"&lt;br /&gt;then i'm like. oh shit. "i thought you said it was at three???"&lt;br /&gt;"NO LAH, AT 2.30!!! COME!!! LATE ALREADY!!!"&lt;br /&gt;oh hell. rusheddd downstairs with lotion and everything. got in the car and banged my head.&lt;br /&gt;indoor court for two hours.&lt;br /&gt;so tireddd...&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's a change in my schedule now..&lt;br /&gt;tuesday is my tennis lesson AND brother and sister's one too. (apparently they are &lt;em&gt;tooo good&lt;/em&gt; for the current group on saturday now. == hah.) and.. my guitar lesson is on wednesday. ishhh. that's one &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;free day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; gone damn it.&lt;br /&gt;and i now have an extra lesson on saturdayyy!!! yippppeeee.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;he's everything you want, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;he's everything you need, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;he's everything inside of you that you wish you could be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;he says all the right things, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;at exactly the right time, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;but he means nothing to you and you don't know why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;i'm everything you want,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;i'm everything you need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;i'm everything inside of you that wish you could be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;i said all the right things,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;at exactly the right time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;but i mean nothing to you and i don't know why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6740521479697698980-96214797756452728?l=estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com/feeds/96214797756452728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6740521479697698980&amp;postID=96214797756452728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740521479697698980/posts/default/96214797756452728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740521479697698980/posts/default/96214797756452728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com/2009/03/only-word-to-sum-up-my-day-exhausted.html' title='Only Word to Sum Up My Day : Exhausted (x1,000,000,000...)'/><author><name>esther tan [lil' miss apprehensive]</name><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-6740521479697698980.post-3645335849245789174</id><published>2009-03-27T21:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T21:22:01.232-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hmm... pondering these, i feel so philosophical.</title><content type='html'>i'm so glad i'm not in chs.&lt;br /&gt;it's so cinapek.&lt;br /&gt;la la school. cina pekkk. if i went to chs i would come out straight. blekkk. no offense.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;secondhand serenade, i was born to tell you i love you!!!!&lt;br /&gt;omg i love him.&lt;br /&gt;tabby if you get free tix for david arch, reserve one for me. and i'll pay for it. pleaaase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;His little whispers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Love Me. Love Me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;That's all I ask for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Love Me. Love Me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;He battered his tiny fists to feel something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Wondered what it's like to touch and feel something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Monster.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;How should I feel?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Creatures lie here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Looking through the window...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;That night he caged her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Bruised and broke her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;He struggled closer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Then he stole her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Violet wrists and then her ankles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Silent Pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Then he slowly saw their nightmares were his dreams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Monster.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;How should I feel?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Creatures lie here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Looking through the windows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Hear their voices.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I'm a glass child.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I am Hannah's regrets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Monster.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;How should I feel?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Turn the sheets down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Murder ears with pillow lace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;There's bath tubs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Full of glow flies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Bathe in kerosene.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Their words tattoed in his veins, yeah.&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/6740521479697698980-3645335849245789174?l=estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com/feeds/3645335849245789174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6740521479697698980&amp;postID=3645335849245789174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740521479697698980/posts/default/3645335849245789174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740521479697698980/posts/default/3645335849245789174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com/2009/03/hmm-pondering-these-i-feel-so.html' title='hmm... pondering these, i feel so philosophical.'/><author><name>esther tan [lil' miss apprehensive]</name><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-6740521479697698980.post-924792608552528330</id><published>2009-03-27T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T21:12:23.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday 24.03.09</title><content type='html'>choral speaking competition at catholic high!!!&lt;br /&gt;woke up at 5.50 am to wash my hair.&lt;br /&gt;we needed to be in school by 6.45 to supposedly "practice".&lt;br /&gt;instead, i reached school by 7.&lt;br /&gt;and guess what, teacher wasn't even there yet.&lt;br /&gt;and only cheryl, audrey and sasha were there.&lt;br /&gt;cherylll loooks soo cute in baju kurung!!! michelle too :D but you guys stick to pinafore :p&lt;br /&gt;walking to the bus when estelle drove up the crappy hill in her crappy car carrying her crappy bag. at 7.15.&lt;br /&gt;lol, like she couldn't see us walking out of the front gate. ==&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached catholic high.&lt;br /&gt;everyone was commenting on how the school looked like a jail and an infirmary.&lt;br /&gt;and yeap, i sooo agree.&lt;br /&gt;but it's &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;huuuuuuuuuuuuuuge. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;like. h. u. g. e. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they have a sports centre. a crappy sports centre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;four ping pong tables, four squash courts, indoor basketball courts, indoor badminton courts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;squash and table tennis tables are inside an air conditioned room.&lt;br /&gt;urgh. why can't taman sea have a sports centre??? :(&lt;br /&gt;their field is biiiggiiee.&lt;br /&gt;we practiced there for a while.&lt;br /&gt;then we went to the hall. air conditioned, what else?&lt;br /&gt;saw the outside of the canteen. and some lil study place or something?&lt;br /&gt;like the RnR or something.&lt;br /&gt;and that place is practically like a swimming area. with the pebbled floors and coffee tables.&lt;br /&gt;then in the hall. sound padding everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;only ten schools participated.&lt;br /&gt;blah blah blah di blah. we were number 5.&lt;br /&gt;team five!!! everyone walked on the stage, smiling. ==&lt;br /&gt;then we started. well, it wasn't so bad. that time, i threw in all the expression my face could muster.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i teman divya to their oh-so-lovely toilets. then teman tammy when i came back. ==&lt;br /&gt;their toilet is fab, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;then we came back to the hall and cheryl started taking pictures.&lt;br /&gt;then i saw yinyin!!! and chow qian ying, eleanor and angela. ==&lt;br /&gt;and ashley and xukie.&lt;br /&gt;talked to yinyin for a whilee. then it was time to announce the results.&lt;br /&gt;this pondan voice said "third place goes to team one!!!" which is la salle.&lt;br /&gt;then we were like "owh..sure cannot win d lah.."&lt;br /&gt;then "second place goes to... team five!!!" which is us.&lt;br /&gt;for one second everyone stoned.&lt;br /&gt;then... "ARGDHAFHJHJDH!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;everyone was hugging and high fiving each other.&lt;br /&gt;woooooott.&lt;br /&gt;first place catholic high but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;da da daa..&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go to their fabby canteen.&lt;br /&gt;goshh, their cafeteria!!!&lt;br /&gt;it's like a food court or something.&lt;br /&gt;goshhh. so much stuff!!!&lt;br /&gt;then after that, i was standing there talking to... divya.&lt;br /&gt;then alex was like "esther, do you still remember teh kuok ren?"&lt;br /&gt;then i turned around and was like "*&lt;em&gt;scream scream OMGG!!! IT'S KUOK REN!&lt;/em&gt;!!"&lt;br /&gt;and alex goes "ahah, yeaa you dooo!!"&lt;br /&gt;i nearly hugged kuok ren.&lt;br /&gt;idk why it feeels soo great just seeing him.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i missed his nerdy face so much :D&lt;br /&gt;he took me on some mini tour of school. not really actually, he introduced me to some tennis player friend of his.&lt;br /&gt;his voice was in the midst of cracking btw. i noticed. :D&lt;br /&gt;and... the time we were supposed to leave it was 12.45&lt;br /&gt;walked alll the way to esso in the hot hot hot sun.&lt;br /&gt;came back to class at 1.45&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;julie SHOULD have given the choral speakers a day off la come on.&lt;br /&gt;my head was drooping over the desk!!!&lt;br /&gt;soo tireddd.. almost konked out in moral. urrgh.&lt;br /&gt;played mafia.&lt;br /&gt;sabrina gamemaster. :D&lt;br /&gt;her voice is really great as game master.&lt;br /&gt;all screechy and hideous. :P i'm kidding. but it's great effects.&lt;br /&gt;"it has been a &lt;em&gt;blarrrdyyyy&lt;/em&gt; night, loo ee vern was killed in the swimming pool. she drowned."&lt;br /&gt;and ee vern was like "in the bathtub la!"&lt;br /&gt;and then sabrina said "okay lah, whatever. bathtub, she drowned. *pause... naked."&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahaha. soooouppperrr funnnnnnnnnn.&lt;br /&gt;drop dead tired at home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6740521479697698980-924792608552528330?l=estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com/feeds/924792608552528330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6740521479697698980&amp;postID=924792608552528330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740521479697698980/posts/default/924792608552528330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740521479697698980/posts/default/924792608552528330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com/2009/03/wednesday-240309.html' title='Wednesday 24.03.09'/><author><name>esther tan [lil' miss apprehensive]</name><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-6740521479697698980.post-7822143353148974370</id><published>2009-03-24T05:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T05:28:37.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>rawwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwrrrr.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6740521479697698980-7822143353148974370?l=estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com/feeds/7822143353148974370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6740521479697698980&amp;postID=7822143353148974370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740521479697698980/posts/default/7822143353148974370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740521479697698980/posts/default/7822143353148974370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com/2009/03/rawwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwrrrr.html' title='rawwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwrrrr.'/><author><name>esther tan [lil' miss apprehensive]</name><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-6740521479697698980.post-2829679618833435671</id><published>2009-03-21T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T22:00:17.455-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ALALALALALALALA. :PPPP</title><content type='html'>forgot to mention... :PPP&lt;br /&gt;i DID do shoppinggg.&lt;br /&gt;went to mid valley slash gardens and 1U (seperate day)&lt;br /&gt;omg. i just realized. &lt;em&gt;AM I BLOGGING ABOUT MY SHOPPING SPREES???&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahaha. click altF4. but i'm gonna blog anyway. boreddd.&lt;br /&gt;this is probably the biggest shopping spree in my entire shopping history. never bought so much stuff in one day. stuff meaning clothes. specifically clothes. books got.. :P&lt;br /&gt;see the big fat freaking list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;british india- beige trousers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;vincci- new shoes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;mng- 3 really nice tops. :DDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;royal sporting house- reebok tennis shoes (not mine la.. moms.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;padini- collar shirt, handbag (actually for show only because i don't have a new phone, yet.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;some sale- orange axel sandals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pwahahaha. i was actually shocked that my mom got these stuff, since she's always complaining "you already have SOO many clothes from other people why you want summore???"&lt;br /&gt;then i say "cause they're handmedowns.. "&lt;br /&gt;but she actually bought these stuff. shocking. the world must be fallin apart here. crazyness man..&lt;br /&gt;but she won't, and i mean, &lt;strong&gt;WON'T&lt;/strong&gt;, be getting anymore clothes for me anytime soon...&lt;br /&gt;shops i went into but did not get anything from (because, too expensive. nothing nice.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;esprit, roxy. blehhhh.&lt;br /&gt;esprit got this uber cool trousers but too expensive :(((&lt;br /&gt;roxy tada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and all that from 1U AND MID VALLEYY!!!&lt;br /&gt;three cheers for malls!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorrryyyy. i might even be bragging about the fact that i bought clothessss. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just random, but kate spade is actually in the gardens.&lt;br /&gt;lol. kate spade. some bag brand which aren't meant for children.&lt;br /&gt;read about it in shopaholic. :PPP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6740521479697698980-2829679618833435671?l=estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com/feeds/2829679618833435671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6740521479697698980&amp;postID=2829679618833435671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740521479697698980/posts/default/2829679618833435671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740521479697698980/posts/default/2829679618833435671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com/2009/03/alalalalalalala-pppp.html' title='ALALALALALALALA. :PPPP'/><author><name>esther tan [lil' miss apprehensive]</name><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-6740521479697698980.post-4765682932914666339</id><published>2009-03-21T21:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T21:38:04.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'>meat. meat. meat. meat. meat. meat. meat. It's Just So Beautiful.</title><content type='html'>i forgot to mention.&lt;br /&gt;saturday was a life-altering day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I FINALLY ATE. &lt;em&gt;MEAT&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MEAT WAS FINALLY INTRODUCED TO MY DIET.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;OH GODD. IT'S LIKE BLISS. IT'S HEAVEN. IT'S PARADISE. TASTING CHICKEN FILLET WITH SALT AND PEPPER&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;mmmm.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i nearly cried...&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shahla treated us to dinner. their iranian new year was saturday.. so..&lt;br /&gt;we went to the gardens food court for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;i never realized iranian food could be so good.&lt;br /&gt;like yummmm!!!&lt;br /&gt;their rice is really good. it's soo... wangiii. :D&lt;br /&gt;did NOT do any shopping since we were at the gardens for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;went to shahla's house after that.&lt;br /&gt;the rest went off to mcD's to get ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;i got a strawberry mcflurry, since i can't eat chocolate yet. :(&lt;br /&gt;considering the mcflurry is strawberry flavoured, it aint that bad. :)&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. i miss bali so muchhh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;back to school.&lt;br /&gt;noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;suddenly i had this revelation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;i may never understand why. but.. it's best to leave it alone and not to think about it. after all, it's his decision, not mine. and it's his life, not mine. let it be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;OMGGG. FEDERERR LOST TO RODDICK&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6740521479697698980-4765682932914666339?l=estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com/feeds/4765682932914666339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6740521479697698980&amp;postID=4765682932914666339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740521479697698980/posts/default/4765682932914666339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740521479697698980/posts/default/4765682932914666339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com/2009/03/meat-meat-meat-meat-meat-meat-meat-its.html' title='meat. meat. meat. meat. meat. meat. meat. It&apos;s Just So Beautiful.'/><author><name>esther tan [lil' miss apprehensive]</name><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-6740521479697698980.post-3556065034627687884</id><published>2009-03-21T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T21:20:29.631-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturdayy.</title><content type='html'>saturday morning&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up early. went to astaka earlier.&lt;br /&gt;guess what.&lt;br /&gt;when i got there early, no ying, michelle, yilin, roshen, yvonne.&lt;br /&gt;instead, i met this 13 year old indian guy, saravin. for a thirteen year old, he's frigging tiny. see, we are really shrinking!!!&lt;br /&gt;he just started playing two months earlier, so.. mrs.chia told me not to hit hard.&lt;br /&gt;urghh.&lt;br /&gt;at like 8.30, michelle yiling yvonne and roshen finally came!!! arhhhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;quite fun. uber fun. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;and bythewayy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;i have to memorize that choral crap for monday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;we won't be able to refer to the paper... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;choral sucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6740521479697698980-3556065034627687884?l=estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com/feeds/3556065034627687884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6740521479697698980&amp;postID=3556065034627687884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740521479697698980/posts/default/3556065034627687884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740521479697698980/posts/default/3556065034627687884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com/2009/03/saturdayy.html' title='Saturdayy.'/><author><name>esther tan [lil' miss apprehensive]</name><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-6740521479697698980.post-2820477634015289071</id><published>2009-03-21T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T21:15:09.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Updatee!!! Fridayyeh.</title><content type='html'>friday morning.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;we were supposed to go watch mom's friend (aunty siew yong) daughter play at the ayam a1 tourney, but... mom smsed her friend at 9. and friend said daughter halfway playing singles, by the time you come finish d.&lt;br /&gt;but her daughter still played doubles.. and there are like doubles. for every category.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;change. drive to the stadium. walk walk walk. to the indoor courts. saw these four really young guys. about 8 years old, playing doubles (practice).&lt;br /&gt;and i felt my jaw drop. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;oh gosh, they are really good. like good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; they were practicing for the under 12 boys finals later.&lt;br /&gt;then... guess who i saw there. guess who. the last person on earth. i never expected to see him at the kelana jaya indoor tennis court, the last place i would think of. the last person i wanted to see. in fact, i'd practically forgotten about him.&lt;br /&gt;anyway... &lt;&lt;em&gt;ba ba booom&lt;/em&gt;...&gt; i saw &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;ron ashvin perera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i was leaning against the rail watching them play, and then saw this uber tall indian guy with a crew cut walking towards me. then i looked properly and &lt;em&gt;shock&lt;/em&gt;. nearly fell over the rail. &lt;em&gt;is that ron???&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay he got a haircut. that's why i couldn't recognize him.&lt;br /&gt;and he was walking towards me.&lt;br /&gt;well.. he deffo recognized me (i didn't acknowledge him, just pretended i didn't see him) because he said "are you esther?" and i'm like "huh? nope, you got the wrong person." and he's like "sorry."&lt;br /&gt;wasn't sure how he'd take to me, since he was such an asshole and i told him to piss off.&lt;br /&gt;then i looked at the other side and i saw this blue shirt guy. and i'm like "OMG IS THAT DARYL GOH???" well, i &lt;em&gt;LIKE &lt;/em&gt;daryl goh. :D&lt;br /&gt;so.. i asked ron that. he definitely knew i was esther then. (and nope, that wasn't daryl. :( )&lt;br /&gt;met aunty siew yong. met her daughter, the younger and the elder one. &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;the 16 year old one is jia min, the younger 12 year old one is jia wei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the younger one? man, she is really tiny. but strong. jia min totally looks nothing like her younger sister, she's actually quite pretty, except her teeth are all wrong...&lt;br /&gt;ohh, btw. jia wei lost the singles. but she won the doubles.&lt;br /&gt;i didn't watch her play, i watched the under-16 doubles, girls and guys.&lt;br /&gt;watched more girls. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;pro-ness man!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toi's daughter and the indian girl (the one whose father is an ex-national player), partnered against these two malay girls. &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ONE OF THE MALAY GIRLS WORE TRACKBOTTOMS!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;imagine how stinkin hot it must be. smack bang 12.30 noon in the hot hot sun. wearing trackies. god.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wooot. i really love watching them play. they're so coool.&lt;br /&gt;and the guys doubles? whoaaa.&lt;br /&gt;they whack like hell.&lt;br /&gt;and one of them is so bad tempered. he threw his racquet on the ground. == and he threw it up in the air and tried to catch it but missed. HA HA HA.&lt;br /&gt;went off early.&lt;br /&gt;I KNEW IT. I SHOULD HAVE JOINED THE AYAM A1 TOURNEY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;SO FEW GIRLS!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmphhh.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at night, blackout.&lt;br /&gt;whole of bangsar tada electricity.&lt;br /&gt;for two whole hours.&lt;br /&gt;hot.. surprisingly, my brother slept through it all.&lt;br /&gt;the tired lil pig.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6740521479697698980-2820477634015289071?l=estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com/feeds/2820477634015289071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6740521479697698980&amp;postID=2820477634015289071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740521479697698980/posts/default/2820477634015289071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740521479697698980/posts/default/2820477634015289071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com/2009/03/updatee-fridayyeh.html' title='Updatee!!! Fridayyeh.'/><author><name>esther tan [lil' miss apprehensive]</name><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-6740521479697698980.post-2912297848426615497</id><published>2009-03-18T00:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T01:49:15.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yeah, you and me we can ride on a star, if you stay with me girl. we can rule the world.</title><content type='html'>detox? i suppose i can see the result, with no thanks to aloe vera. hmph.&lt;br /&gt;yesterday- tennis for the first time since detoxing.&lt;br /&gt;and.. my face screwed again.&lt;br /&gt;tennis/sweat is totally the reason my face becomes red.&lt;br /&gt;but i can't stop tennis.&lt;br /&gt;enjoyed my afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;and you won't believe it, i was with my siblings the whole time.&lt;br /&gt;they were in MY room, using MY table and MY chair, and enjoying MY aircond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;doing their homework. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was on MY bed, doing tuition homework.&lt;br /&gt;went downstairs and watched twilight.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not really sure why I keep watching twilight.&lt;br /&gt;this is the second time watching it.&lt;br /&gt;mike and jasper look better than edward. ==&lt;br /&gt;dinnerrr.&lt;br /&gt;watched some korean series with my mom.&lt;br /&gt;all of us watched actually. &lt;em&gt;surprising&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not a huge fan of korean movies... because, i think that the girls act just a &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;LILLL too cute, dress up a LILLLL too lala-ish, and.. cry just &lt;strong&gt;A LILLL TOO MUCH!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's the shitty bit. the crying.&lt;br /&gt;AND they get the hot, romantic, yummy guys. &lt;br /&gt;the show's called Boys over Flowers. == nice title.&lt;br /&gt;well... one guy looks a bit cute, but he dyed his hair complete brown.&lt;br /&gt;okay, i'll admit it. i actually think they are cute. F4.&lt;br /&gt;this has gotta be a first.&lt;br /&gt;oh oh and btw? if you ever wanna tell between koreans or japs between any other race? here's how: look at their complexion. if their skin is sooo porcelain smooth and fair, you'll know it's them. and check the teeth. the teeth should be super straight and white.&lt;br /&gt;that's it. was watching that boys over flowers series. and well.. i envy them. their skin is really fab. even the guys!!! the face is &lt;em&gt;sooo smooth. smooooth. fairrr. no pimples.&lt;/em&gt; just like a.. a &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;porcelain china doll. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even though i don't listen to him, lee hom's pretty yummy-looking. erm, very yummylicious actually. :P&lt;br /&gt;oh, and after i finished watching that series thing, this korean song came out on tv.&lt;br /&gt;pukeee!!!! arrrghh. it's an eyesore just watching that. so i turned off the tv.&lt;br /&gt;freaking sicky cute. three girls with the ugliest hairdos ever holding soft toys and dancing.&lt;br /&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today rained. damn. i hate the rain!!!&lt;br /&gt;i dreamed today. yeesh, such a cliche phrase. ==&lt;br /&gt;i dreamed after i woke up when it rained.&lt;br /&gt;wake up, sleep, dream. wake up, remember dream, sleep, dream. wake up, remember dream.&lt;br /&gt;ermm...the first one. was at frasers hill and we were playing secret santa.&lt;br /&gt;my dad won this present. number 2, i remember. there were two pairs of shoes in there. a pair of jogging nikes, with an ipod. as in.. the type of jogging shoes where you can listen to music to. and a pair of reebok sandals. both of them same colour, orangey, yellowy, pinky. and i'm like "huh? dad are you sure it's meant for you?" and i remember feeling "this should be miine."&lt;br /&gt;and then we're preparing to leave.&lt;br /&gt;next dream.. it's some kind of.. place.. very barren, the trees have no leaves. and it's brown and gray everywhere. it's sorta flying fox from one tree to another.. and there's always some kind of rope thingy to tie around your waist. but when i go to one tree, there's no rope. so i'm hanging there with no rope around me. and.. it's too far for me to jump over to the side. and below me is.. absolutely nothing, very far. and..in the end, someone helps me tie a rope to some post on land, and throws me the rope and i catch it amazingly while hanging on to the tree for dear life. and i um.. crawl? to the land? and thank that hero. but i have no idea who the hero is. i don't remember the face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weirdness.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm just a little bit caught in the middle, life is a maze, love is a riddle, i don't know where to go, i can't do it alone, i've tried, but i don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;i've got to let it go, and just enjoy the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;you light, the sky, up above me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;a star, so bright, you blind me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;don't close, your eyes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;don't fade away, don't fade away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;yeah, you and me we can ride on a star, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;if you stay with me girl,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;we can rule the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;all the stars are coming out tonight, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;they're lighting up the stars tonight,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&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/6740521479697698980-2912297848426615497?l=estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com/feeds/2912297848426615497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6740521479697698980&amp;postID=2912297848426615497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740521479697698980/posts/default/2912297848426615497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740521479697698980/posts/default/2912297848426615497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com/2009/03/yeah-you-and-me-we-can-ride-on-star-if.html' title='yeah, you and me we can ride on a star, if you stay with me girl. we can rule the world.'/><author><name>esther tan [lil' miss apprehensive]</name><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-6740521479697698980.post-2368743835500816100</id><published>2009-03-16T06:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T06:23:13.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep the Dream Alive. (hey, a girl can dream all she wants, right?)</title><content type='html'>this won't probably ever happen in real life. but it's fun to think about. and.. it just &lt;em&gt;miiight &lt;/em&gt;happen. you never know.&lt;br /&gt;okay, so i'm in this really bitchy phase right now? a bitchy state of mind. if you don't like, bitch off. noo wait. not bitchy... it's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;understandable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!!! everyone feels like that time to time. right? riight, guys?&lt;br /&gt;whatever, i'm bitching all i want, until all the bitchiness is exhausted in me. i bitched half out with tabby, the other half gets dumped here. anyway it ain't a big secret.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;hmm.. pjk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;she's wearing one of those &lt;em&gt;super uglayy&lt;/em&gt; brown pants which have the number 73 printed on the ass of the pants. the kind of freak pants that are not knee length but longer-than-calf length.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;so.. we're playing captainball or netball or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;and he skipped pjk on purpose just to watch her play. and... she slips and falls on the mud. face-down. splaat. everyone laughs. teacher goes like "okey, masih boleh main?" and she's like yeah cause she wants to prove she can still look hot running after a ball muddy. and.. someone from my team (preferably me, but i'm not picky) just whaams the ball in her face. mm. yum. the balls' kind of mudded in her face. stuck there. she goes over to him and asks him to help her yank the ball out. (sounds &lt;em&gt;wrong&lt;/em&gt;.) and..he yanks soo hard he falls over backward and the ball whacks him in the face/balls. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh. if that could &lt;em&gt;JUST happen&lt;/em&gt;, i'd be... um. ecstatic!!!&lt;br /&gt;mmm. that image is stuck in my mindd. i can almost taste it.&lt;br /&gt;i wish i had superpowerss. :D&lt;br /&gt;now i'm ranting...&lt;br /&gt;the power to read people's minds (like &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;edward&lt;/span&gt;!!!), the power to make things happen. and be invisible. blahs.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. i am in love with take that and secondhand serenade.&lt;br /&gt;take that, take me.&lt;br /&gt;secondhand serenade, i was born to tell you i love you.&lt;br /&gt;if you understand that. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6740521479697698980-2368743835500816100?l=estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com/feeds/2368743835500816100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6740521479697698980&amp;postID=2368743835500816100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740521479697698980/posts/default/2368743835500816100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740521479697698980/posts/default/2368743835500816100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherpaperchasing.blogspot.com/2009/03/keep-dream-alive-hey-girl-can-dream-all.html' title='Keep the Dream Alive. 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