<?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-1429127265455575793</id><updated>2011-12-27T16:16:02.832+08:00</updated><category term='D'/><title type='text'>Young and Reckless</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429127265455575793/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429127265455575793/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Caught red handed, Tiffany Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281775422174800649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/TEsCW_JvC3I/AAAAAAAAEKg/3Bt2d5N6UBA/S220/urhr.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>213</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1429127265455575793.post-6252914181384288800</id><published>2010-12-13T03:36:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T04:28:04.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seventeen Again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;My bestfriend of almost 10 years just turned 17. Finally caught up on me huh, Sam. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/TQUlz-zjddI/AAAAAAAAENo/5YpMkVOiaSk/s1600/150883_10150366255040393_834840392_16357749_8041895_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549883690766792146" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/TQUlz-zjddI/AAAAAAAAENo/5YpMkVOiaSk/s400/150883_10150366255040393_834840392_16357749_8041895_n.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Young Sam has blossomed into a guuurl hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/TQUlzdE6uzI/AAAAAAAAENg/6yGTFj5wLQw/s1600/35619_10150366261535393_834840392_16357873_2563422_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549883681712814898" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/TQUlzdE6uzI/AAAAAAAAENg/6yGTFj5wLQw/s400/35619_10150366261535393_834840392_16357873_2563422_n.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and Chris @ The Garden for Sam's post-bday dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549883671740491506" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/TQUly37VJvI/AAAAAAAAENY/DPnbleVa82o/s400/148200_466856886034_689566034_6394651_143893_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549883665991883170" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/TQUlyigwWaI/AAAAAAAAENQ/h4lh3YbjNE4/s400/65721_10150366272675393_834840392_16358124_4376459_n.jpg" /&gt;Chris strutting her stuff in her heels and still fails to reach up to my height haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549883146658495170" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/TQUlUT2BusI/AAAAAAAAENI/ukodvM79QoI/s400/33973_10150366255405393_834840392_16357754_5490036_n.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549883133705298866" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/TQUlTjlvo7I/AAAAAAAAENA/hqP_u8OgNZU/s400/163030_10150366253450393_834840392_16357720_4056166_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now time for a walk down memory lane :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549883117853657970" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/TQUlSoiay3I/AAAAAAAAEMw/hLm-wjsZYKk/s400/n834840392_1738749_3667.jpg" /&gt; Us around year 2007.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549883110877790370" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/TQUlSOjPgKI/AAAAAAAAEMo/1N3SZuI8ApE/s400/ghtyhty.bmp" /&gt; On my 16th birthday, year 2009.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549883126123655074" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/TQUlTHWI76I/AAAAAAAAEM4/eequv2EbBAI/s400/untitled.bmp" /&gt;Christmas, 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549882596197326162" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/TQUk0RN23VI/AAAAAAAAEMA/1hduanF6EMU/s400/10839_366636795392_834840392_10020003_5857232_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 261px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549882601108914402" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/TQUk0jg3wOI/AAAAAAAAEMI/teQiY484fQ8/s400/10035_145470121034_689566034_3341462_2556966_n.jpg" /&gt;Random outings from last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 324px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549882626575710850" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/TQUk2CYoOoI/AAAAAAAAEMg/lbf1PowfOp8/s400/155534_455382251034_689566034_6237235_4822423_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549882609789846754" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/TQUk1D2kROI/AAAAAAAAEMQ/hjHSeJMJyi4/s400/28255_10150233127350393_834840392_13403806_1988810_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549882619367373842" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/TQUk1niBvBI/AAAAAAAAEMY/aA8nYhEpN10/s400/66272_438542191034_689566034_5974579_7519875_n.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Present year :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We've really changed throughout the years, haven't we? I've known you since primary and we've been inseparable ever since. We've climbed up walls just to reach each other's houses, learnt gymnastics together, had countless sleepovers together, rode to school everyday from primary up 'til highshool, went through UPSR together, PMR then SPM. Through the thick and thin, we've managed to become closer. Wouldn't it be crazy if we ended up in the same college one day? That would be rad :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Happy belated birthday, Sam! p/s: I'll give you your present next week hehe. Love you tonsss!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1429127265455575793-6252914181384288800?l=thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com/feeds/6252914181384288800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1429127265455575793&amp;postID=6252914181384288800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429127265455575793/posts/default/6252914181384288800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429127265455575793/posts/default/6252914181384288800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com/2010/12/seventeen-again.html' title='Seventeen Again!'/><author><name>Caught red handed, Tiffany Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281775422174800649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/TEsCW_JvC3I/AAAAAAAAEKg/3Bt2d5N6UBA/S220/urhr.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/TQUlz-zjddI/AAAAAAAAENo/5YpMkVOiaSk/s72-c/150883_10150366255040393_834840392_16357749_8041895_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1429127265455575793.post-883120785780449731</id><published>2010-08-07T00:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T14:05:27.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seventeen</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502343145941731282" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/TFw_8EYph9I/AAAAAAAAELA/LFzwzz5yfOg/s400/39064_449301109771_576809771_6002854_3067795_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502343154083278642" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/TFw_8itvrzI/AAAAAAAAELI/SaTsN4kkstg/s400/thhyhyhy.bmp" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm seventeen. Honest to God? I feel OLD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, folks. But blogging will be temporarily put to hold due to coming trials. I'm hitherto ill-equipped. Gah. xxxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1429127265455575793-883120785780449731?l=thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com/feeds/883120785780449731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1429127265455575793&amp;postID=883120785780449731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429127265455575793/posts/default/883120785780449731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429127265455575793/posts/default/883120785780449731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com/2010/08/seventeen.html' title='Seventeen'/><author><name>Caught red handed, Tiffany Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281775422174800649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/TEsCW_JvC3I/AAAAAAAAEKg/3Bt2d5N6UBA/S220/urhr.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/TFw_8EYph9I/AAAAAAAAELA/LFzwzz5yfOg/s72-c/39064_449301109771_576809771_6002854_3067795_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1429127265455575793.post-8264631850873570186</id><published>2010-07-03T16:39:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T22:39:28.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Live The King</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;June 25th 2010 marks the 1 year anniversay of the passing of the legendary icon - Michael Jackson. On discovering his untimely death, I was in complete shock. I was in disarray and refused to belive that he was really gone until I'd confirmed it with my own eyes and had seen the news. For days, I would so ardently curl infront of the tv huddled together with my family just to keep track of latest updates concerning his death. The live telecast of his memorial was &lt;em&gt;the&lt;/em&gt; event of the year. It's as though the whole world had stopped revolving and a dark cloud seemed to be brooding over everyone's head. Michael Jackson was undoubtedly the most successful artist to have reigned the '80s but his star power gradually grew dimmer over the coming years. His highly publicised court drama had rendered him to hide in seclusion and was rarely even heard of ever since. People had forgotten Micheal Jackson until the news of his death went public. Sadly it took his death to only make us realize how much of an incredible talent he truly was. We started to dig out old tracks from the archives like &lt;em&gt;Beat It&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Smooth Criminal&lt;/em&gt; and watched back old tapes of MJ music videos and live concerts. We started going on a Google frenzy to find out every detail about him, scrutinising every aspect of his life, reacquaint ourselves with Micheal Jackson. Oh wait, &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; was just me. As the saying goes "we don't really know what we have until it is gone". So together, we mourn. And we also celebrate his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 458px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 307px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489728746396405874" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/TC9vNYI1UHI/AAAAAAAAEJA/1mxkZcHf7wo/s400/tumblr_l34n5eE5Tu1qbekdko1_1280.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Micheal Jackson with Brooke Shields, his date at the 1984 Grammys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 377px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 469px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489728741954434722" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/TC9vNHlyNqI/AAAAAAAAEI4/CtP3NeQX-uM/s400/tumblr_l4nqxcBo1P1qz8fjho1_400.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 479px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 378px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489728731931777042" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/TC9vMiQMmBI/AAAAAAAAEIw/NQjcwssBPaI/s400/tumblr_l4lwb1GttT1qaoz7ho1_1280.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 487px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 313px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489728725981632418" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/TC9vMMFkl6I/AAAAAAAAEIo/o39-dkLXGFE/s400/tumblr_l4k4ozveSR1qzi80do1_1280.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 464px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 328px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489598452529020306" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/TC74tRqGvZI/AAAAAAAAEIg/Kbng2uAQRf0/s400/tumblr_l4gncjD9wD1qb36kxo1_1280.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 393px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 465px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489598451544537042" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/TC74tN_Yt9I/AAAAAAAAEIY/MVzBPSuZAFU/s400/tumblr_l3vtxuUFOM1qaoz7ho1_r1_1280.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;MJ with wife Lisa Marie Presley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 378px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 462px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489598440399131650" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/TC74skeHVAI/AAAAAAAAEIQ/dFKx_ghgqdA/s400/tumblr_l2pynwkO2k1qae5f4o1_1280.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 390px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 452px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489598424872637506" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/TC74rqoT1EI/AAAAAAAAEIA/rEfUtpeKbAA/s400/tumblr_l1ls2wfleZ1qb3plao1_400.png" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Performing with Birtney Spears at the MTV Music Video Awards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 483px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 362px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489598430790734738" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/TC74sArS05I/AAAAAAAAEII/aMLpQw-26NM/s400/tumblr_l1nuluOrgt1qayu5wo1_1280.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1429127265455575793-8264631850873570186?l=thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com/feeds/8264631850873570186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1429127265455575793&amp;postID=8264631850873570186' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429127265455575793/posts/default/8264631850873570186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429127265455575793/posts/default/8264631850873570186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com/2010/07/long-live-king.html' title='Long Live The King'/><author><name>Caught red handed, Tiffany Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281775422174800649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/TEsCW_JvC3I/AAAAAAAAEKg/3Bt2d5N6UBA/S220/urhr.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/TC9vNYI1UHI/AAAAAAAAEJA/1mxkZcHf7wo/s72-c/tumblr_l34n5eE5Tu1qbekdko1_1280.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1429127265455575793.post-2646435294285639070</id><published>2010-07-02T09:11:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T21:45:07.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Perfect Specimen</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/TC0_EPR8X5I/AAAAAAAAEH0/nOp_PihsVz4/s1600/ggtgtgujiki.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 264px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489112862888320914" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/TC0_EPR8X5I/AAAAAAAAEH0/nOp_PihsVz4/s400/ggtgtgujiki.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt; WHY HE'S HOT:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Who has that one ray of beautiful sunshine in their lives? Okay, now put your fucking hands down. I don’t care who your bucket of rainbows and butterflies is - look at MINE. This is George Clooney. Just say it. &lt;u&gt;George. Clooney&lt;/u&gt;. Admit it, that name makes your whole body grows warm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.His &lt;u&gt;twinkling eyes&lt;/u&gt;. They twinkle in photos and onscreen. Just imagine sitting across a table from him, with those eyes staring into yours. Or better yet, imagine them inches above yours, crinkling at the corners as &lt;u&gt;a sly smile flashes across his face&lt;/u&gt;. You &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;what he’s thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.That bum. Just look at it. Perfectly formed, perfect shape for any style of pants. Perfect for &lt;u&gt;smacking&lt;/u&gt;. You know you want to. Just picture it. Coyly approaching him, tapping it ever so lightly. Imagine &lt;u&gt;the firmness&lt;/u&gt;, the shock on his face followed by subtle joy. Are you drooling yet? FUCK YEAH! (I’m sorry, but I really hope I’m not the only one whose eyes kept drifting to his junk. I mean, just look at it…). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.His &lt;u&gt;perfectly coiffed hair&lt;/u&gt;. Sure it’s grey. But who doesn’t like &lt;u&gt;a little salt and pepper&lt;/u&gt;? Besides, it’s so thick and fluffy. You know it has to be as soft as a baby’s bottom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.He’s George Clooney. Enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489112849478490162" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/TC0_DdUymDI/AAAAAAAAEHs/vg-AesNuaoQ/s400/frfrfgggggg.jpg" /&gt;WHY HE'S HOT:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Is that Johnny &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;motherfucking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Depp? Yes it fucking is, you are all now allowed to jizz all over the place. There is no reason for him not to be hot as wild sex. He’s the most talented man you’ll ever meet, and you &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; what kind of talent I’m talking about. It’s Johnny Depp, damn it. If that doesn’t make your mouth water, there must be something wrong. This man is AGELESS with the most beautiful cheekbones the world has ever seen. You can lie to yourself as much as you want, but you &lt;em&gt;know&lt;/em&gt; you would &lt;u&gt;lick the sweat off of his chest&lt;/u&gt;, any given day. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2.Not only is he an &lt;u&gt;AMAZING actor&lt;/u&gt;, who plays some of the most eccentric roles ever, but also a musician. Yeah. That’s hot. He was absolutely twisted and disturbing, but still very much a smoldering &lt;u&gt;sex-machine&lt;/u&gt; in Sweeney Todd. Damn. The mind cannot contain the countless things I would like to do to this man. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3.Even though he’s turning 47 this year, he doesn’t look it. He has been voted &lt;u&gt;The Sexiest Man Alive twice&lt;/u&gt;. I mean, JESUS. Can you blame them??? He's &lt;u&gt;downright fuckable sexy&lt;/u&gt;. And even though he’s old enough to be my dad, one smoldering look is all it takes for me to want to… shiver his timbers. Yeah, you’d tap that. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4.He has such a &lt;u&gt;good personality&lt;/u&gt;. A little odd-ball, but totally &lt;u&gt;fucking sweet&lt;/u&gt;. And he is so God damn funny. If I were there, I would make love to him right on stage. Nothing would stop me. And he is such a dad. He even has a tattoo of his daughters name on his chest. Of course, that would make the &lt;u&gt;chest-licking&lt;/u&gt; a little awkward if you thought of his daughter, but Johnny Depp is so much the &lt;u&gt;epitome of sex&lt;/u&gt; that you probably wouldn’t be able to think of much other than ripping his clothes off. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5.Even though he sometimes has the fashion sense of a confused clown, he never ceases to make me want to rip my clothes off. And he has the strangest &lt;u&gt;fucking collection of tattoos&lt;/u&gt;. Who cares what they all mean? He’s &lt;u&gt;Johnny Fucking Depp&lt;/u&gt;. He doesn’t need reasons. Covered in slime, drenched in water, mysteriously masked - whenever, wherever - Johnny Depp induces screams of pleasure from women across the globe as they fantasize about fucking the weird out of this man. Have you jizzed yet? I thought so. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1429127265455575793-2646435294285639070?l=thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com/feeds/2646435294285639070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1429127265455575793&amp;postID=2646435294285639070' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429127265455575793/posts/default/2646435294285639070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429127265455575793/posts/default/2646435294285639070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com/2010/07/perfect-specimen.html' title='The Perfect Specimen'/><author><name>Caught red handed, Tiffany Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281775422174800649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/TEsCW_JvC3I/AAAAAAAAEKg/3Bt2d5N6UBA/S220/urhr.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/TC0_EPR8X5I/AAAAAAAAEH0/nOp_PihsVz4/s72-c/ggtgtgujiki.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1429127265455575793.post-1752294690729501792</id><published>2010-07-01T18:11:00.029+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T00:04:48.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 9 - A Photo(s) You Took</title><content type='html'>Days absent from blogging: 30. More or less.&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&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reason why: Idleness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The holidays are well over. And the daunting fact that trials are merely 2 months away has began to dawn on me. Making me very uneasy, perturbed and nervous. I've come to realize that time really is unforgiving. We stand and watch as the days dwindle away and yet there's nothing we can do about it. Alas! Our perpetual indulgence in ignorance has rendered us to live within vast obliviousness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enough with the sappy talk. Let's switch gears to something more cheerful. During the school break, I revisited Perth - my second home, as some people may call it (which I hate to disagree). I spent majority of the time hanging out with my cousins and watching rented DVDs in the garage all evening long. I also splurged on fast food and clothes and toured the city a lil' bit. It was 3 Degrees cold! I can't stand the abominable weather and especially so during the night. I've come to appreciate steaming, hot water, electric heaters and feet warmers - the things I would rarely use, given our Malaysia weather. Nonetheless, Perth is an idyllic, serene place for people who find relish in simple things. We resided in the suburbs and thus the sublimity. For me, a girl who has spent practically her entire life in the vibrant city was happy that I could finally catch a break and spend some time in seclusion, breathe in some salubrious suburban air, and to take in the placid setting and all its wonders of Perth. However, Perth's restricted shopping hours - absurb! The closing of the malls regularly at 5.30 PM sharp and the impossibility of remaining on city grounds after that hour, had rendered our residence in Perth very irksome to me. I was never a morning person so for me to get up early at the crack of dawn to go to the city everyday is an odious task. Time for shopping was very limited. We could only spend a few hours roaming the city and then retire to our home in Stirling. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Prior to our departure to Perth, my mom decided to drop the biggest bombshell on us telling us that she has dismissed all intentions to continue with the trip. Therefore, leaving us with no choice but to fly there by our lonesome. By lonesome, I meant me and my brothers. How do I describe my first-hand experience of travelling abroad alone? (My brothers are plain retards and don't give a shit if they got stranded in an airport so technically I WAS alone). Simply put, it was terrifying. Shouldering the responsibilty to attend to everyone's (my brothers) needs, to be in-charge of the boys, go through Australia's tedious security check (it's like they're runned by Talibans) may sound like a trifling business but its a lot to handle. Luckily, everything went smooth sailing and our trip from the aiport to my uncle's place was a seamless one. All thanks to me. I used to cringe at the thought of having to travel overseas alone some day but now I can finally put to rest the worries which assailed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488918309018727250" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/TCyOHtoy81I/AAAAAAAAEHk/2hs6oLxPhe4/s400/DSCF0759.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488918295620386178" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/TCyOG7uYfYI/AAAAAAAAEHc/pVnv3E6rl64/s400/DSCF0764.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488918290478106946" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/TCyOGokXiUI/AAAAAAAAEHU/35CrQiFBZ2k/s400/DSCF0731.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488918272514489490" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/TCyOFlpgfJI/AAAAAAAAEHM/AfhDIaGiVY4/s400/DSCF0716.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488918266109032114" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/TCyOFNyU9rI/AAAAAAAAEHE/bhJAJNEdW6U/s400/DSCF0590.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488888241666321746" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/TCxyxkBW7VI/AAAAAAAAEG8/mvqZGSaOKPE/s400/DSCF0728.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488888222740411106" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/TCxywdhEcuI/AAAAAAAAEGs/rkPDyhFUbSs/s400/DSCF0711.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488888233175471410" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/TCxyxEY-1TI/AAAAAAAAEG0/PGsBvJuUNQY/s400/DSCF0703.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488888210795623554" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/TCxyvxBNdII/AAAAAAAAEGk/gQbpL-7AS2E/s400/DSCF0699.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488888203557450978" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/TCxyvWDftOI/AAAAAAAAEGc/TFc5Bfj30Gg/s400/DSCF0648.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488882728502006194" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/TCxtwp4jkbI/AAAAAAAAEGE/qREjZj8sRsM/s400/DSCF0574.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488882719182875778" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/TCxtwHKs7II/AAAAAAAAEF8/mTZ6QfLEVhQ/s400/DSCF0561.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488882711136147570" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/TCxtvpMNmHI/AAAAAAAAEF0/0gSYIm9H3SA/s400/DSCF0559.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's all I can muster from my brain right now. Til the next time. Au revoir!&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&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/1429127265455575793-1752294690729501792?l=thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com/feeds/1752294690729501792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1429127265455575793&amp;postID=1752294690729501792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429127265455575793/posts/default/1752294690729501792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429127265455575793/posts/default/1752294690729501792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com/2010/07/day-9-photos-taken-recently.html' title='Day 9 - A Photo(s) You Took'/><author><name>Caught red handed, Tiffany Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281775422174800649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/TEsCW_JvC3I/AAAAAAAAEKg/3Bt2d5N6UBA/S220/urhr.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/TCyOHtoy81I/AAAAAAAAEHk/2hs6oLxPhe4/s72-c/DSCF0759.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1429127265455575793.post-2720039322791409275</id><published>2010-05-07T19:37:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T20:21:07.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 8 - A Photo That Makes You Angry</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s385.photobucket.com/albums/oo294/tiffanyang_93/?action=view&amp;amp;current=79656634.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i385.photobucket.com/albums/oo294/tiffanyang_93/79656634.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Katy Perry acting all slutty with JBiebs. Uggh. Makes me kinda annoyed, yes. Mad? Not really. I am a newly converted Belieber afterall. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And to all of you nay sayers out there who bashes him incessantly for the most implausible and ridiculous reasons like &lt;em&gt;oh, he's gay&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;em&gt;he's not hit puberty yet&lt;/em&gt;.. Well guess what? He's not gay and he's legally 16. You obviously have no idea of what you're talking about so do us all a favour and just save it. Just. Save it. Okay?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Damn. I sound angry. Which is so not the case. I assure you. But just to clear up the air.. this must be SAID. I'm just so appalled by some people's loutish behaviours. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I apologize in advance for I will not be updating any time soon (the least 3 weeks). Midterms are coming up so it's stuDYING time. This calls for the burning of the midnight oil, late minute revisions, caffeine intake, major dark circles, lethargy, self-destruction, faults and a big wake up call (nonetheless). It's the repeat of another vicious cycle. :( &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Wish me luck, will you?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1429127265455575793-2720039322791409275?l=thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com/feeds/2720039322791409275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1429127265455575793&amp;postID=2720039322791409275' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429127265455575793/posts/default/2720039322791409275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429127265455575793/posts/default/2720039322791409275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com/2010/05/day-8-photo-that-makes-you-angry.html' title='Day 8 - A Photo That Makes You Angry'/><author><name>Caught red handed, Tiffany Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281775422174800649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/TEsCW_JvC3I/AAAAAAAAEKg/3Bt2d5N6UBA/S220/urhr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1429127265455575793.post-4870400644537489080</id><published>2010-04-24T17:38:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T20:34:08.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 7 - A Photo That Makes You Happy</title><content type='html'>Or let me rephrase that to.. a photo of me looking insanely happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s385.photobucket.com/albums/oo294/tiffanyang_93/?action=view&amp;amp;current=10035_133188376034_689566034_321-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i385.photobucket.com/albums/oo294/tiffanyang_93/10035_133188376034_689566034_321-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very Marilyn Monroe-esque. :) Photo taken while in Perth. Sorry, fellas. Don't really feel like blogging much today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1429127265455575793-4870400644537489080?l=thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com/feeds/4870400644537489080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1429127265455575793&amp;postID=4870400644537489080' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429127265455575793/posts/default/4870400644537489080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429127265455575793/posts/default/4870400644537489080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com/2010/04/day-7-photo-that-makes-me-happy.html' title='Day 7 - A Photo That Makes You Happy'/><author><name>Caught red handed, Tiffany Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281775422174800649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/TEsCW_JvC3I/AAAAAAAAEKg/3Bt2d5N6UBA/S220/urhr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1429127265455575793.post-6983551492834342168</id><published>2010-04-17T17:42:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T20:18:49.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 6 - Whatever Tickles Your Fancy</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s385.photobucket.com/albums/oo294/tiffanyang_93/?action=view&amp;amp;current=soBwCdeuhohingpceNuWXHyYo1_500.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i385.photobucket.com/albums/oo294/tiffanyang_93/soBwCdeuhohingpceNuWXHyYo1_500.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Beauty is subjective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were born, God gave us flaws. But sometimes, we just have to look past our own flaws and simply cherish the true beauty that is projected from within. When you stop and scrutinise carefully enough, you'll come to realise that what's reflecting back in the mirror is a person who truly is beautiful. So do not for one second doubt yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I like about myself: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have nice bruette hair that gleams with a brilliant lustre. I love that my hair is now long enough that it cascades down my back. People always question the authenticity of my hair but mind you, my hair has natural streaks of brown. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have a slim-waisted figure and I'm (kinda) leggy. That's why I opt for shorts because they accentuate my long legs. Another plus: I don't have to solely depend on high heels to look an inch taller. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am blessed with a slender body. I'm skinny and I can fit into anything I want. But I'm not anorexic either. Referece: &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s385.photobucket.com/albums/oo294/tiffanyang_93/?action=view&amp;amp;current=nicole-richie-081306-17.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i385.photobucket.com/albums/oo294/tiffanyang_93/nicole-richie-081306-17.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am of average size and lanky, towering over 160 cm. To this day, I still hold the record of being the tallest girl in class. *beaming* &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I like it that I have full lips so when I use lipstick, my lips really pop. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When I smile, I have dimpled cheeks. It's not so conspicuous but it's there.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have impeccable taste in music. No question about that.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am very competent in the beauty department and well-groomed. I know how to enhance my own features that requires polishing. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have a good eye when it comes to judging people based on their overall personailties.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am not dumb. In other words, I'm a smart thinking woman who just needs a little pushing, that's all. I'm not a genius but neither was I born yesterday. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have average social skills. I know how to mingle and to interact WHEN I want to. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Things I don't fancy about myself: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have thin hair than opposed to your thick volumised hair like the Kardashians' (trivia: the Kardashians are Armanians). &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have skin that is prone to oiliness. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have chapped puffy lips.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dark circles is a recurring symton I sufferred from since I was 13. I can't help but to look zombified at times.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have a big fat bulbous nose that sticks out like a potruding thumb. And I have a round face.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm bitchy and I talk like a bloody fishmonger. I have no merits of feminine grace whatsoever. I will speak my mind when I want to and I can just give you the cold shoulder if I don't like you. I'm frank and outspoken by nature. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am a procrastinator. I never listen. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I find myself fearful towards everything. I'm not much of a dare-devil. That being said, I don't like change. I don't like taking risks and going against all odds. I am rather complacent in my own comfort zone. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am ignorant, selfish, vulgar, brittle and easily disappointed, vain, timid, sarcastic and insensitive. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am not &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;perfect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&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/1429127265455575793-6983551492834342168?l=thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com/feeds/6983551492834342168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1429127265455575793&amp;postID=6983551492834342168' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429127265455575793/posts/default/6983551492834342168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429127265455575793/posts/default/6983551492834342168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com/2010/04/day-6-whatever-tickles-your-fancy.html' title='Day 6 - Whatever Tickles Your Fancy'/><author><name>Caught red handed, Tiffany Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281775422174800649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/TEsCW_JvC3I/AAAAAAAAEKg/3Bt2d5N6UBA/S220/urhr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1429127265455575793.post-1206638131614493908</id><published>2010-04-16T21:32:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T00:40:47.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 5 - Favourite Quote</title><content type='html'>I don't suppose I have a favourite quote. Nothing significant comes to mind when I think about it. Though, the other day while I was leafing through a magazine, a certain quote on the fashion coverage caught my eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/S8hojiQVY0I/AAAAAAAAED8/OVWL5UFelhs/s1600/Coco_Chanel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 325px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 441px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460729507886752578" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/S8hojiQVY0I/AAAAAAAAED8/OVWL5UFelhs/s400/Coco_Chanel.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;"A women who doesn't wear perfume has no future."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;These famous words were uttered from the mouth of a pioneering French disigner. The world will always know her as Chanel forever, or more typically known - 'Coco' Chanel. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immediately after I read it, I got up put my magazine down and dashed straight for my room to spritz on a wisp of Eau de Toilette. After finally achieving the effect I was going for reeking of perfume, I was contented. And I seriously felt 10 times better about myself. Oh, the startling effect of Coco Chanel. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That lasted for only a few days then I went back to my old ways. The *highlight* natural ways, that is. I don't have to be Bryan. I don't need to be heavily reeking of deodorent within a 10 mile radius just to feel good about myself. Am I or am I not right? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1429127265455575793-1206638131614493908?l=thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com/feeds/1206638131614493908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1429127265455575793&amp;postID=1206638131614493908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429127265455575793/posts/default/1206638131614493908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429127265455575793/posts/default/1206638131614493908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com/2010/04/women-who-doesnt-wear-perfume-has-no.html' title='Day 5 - Favourite Quote'/><author><name>Caught red handed, Tiffany Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281775422174800649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/TEsCW_JvC3I/AAAAAAAAEKg/3Bt2d5N6UBA/S220/urhr.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/S8hojiQVY0I/AAAAAAAAED8/OVWL5UFelhs/s72-c/Coco_Chanel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1429127265455575793.post-2749498195656708041</id><published>2010-04-10T19:02:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T18:40:01.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 4 - Your Favourite Book</title><content type='html'>I simply love to devour books. I'm especially a sucker for romance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first book that I picked up as a kid was Enid Blyton's. Then as I merge into a young adolescent, I read Archie Comics as a past time. I don't know if you'd consider that as a novel as much as it is a comic book but Archie Comics were at its peak during my time. Every other kid in my class were reading the Archie Comics and occasionally we would swap comic books. If you ask me, I personally think that Archie Comics are deemed as a rite of passage for every normal kid. Another phase: the Harry Potter series. Whoever who's not familiar with the name JK Rowling should just give up on life RIGHT now. I kid you not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I don't have as much time to read as I used to. I have to juggle my school work with classes so whenever I'm not too fatigued and I get some free time to spare, I would read a little before I go straight to bed. One thing you'll always find lying next to my pillow is my novel, right next to my phone. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My current favourite book is The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins. This one's a page turner, I tell you. I took merely 2 days to finished the book. Even after that, the story kept repeating itself in my head and I couldn't stop thinking about it. The story's packed with so much adventure and cliffhangers and as usual, a love triangle is potrayed betwen the characters. The story didn't quite grabbed me at the end though. I felt like I wanted more out of it, y'know. The second book was not bad as well. If you're someone who likes reading about menacing creatures, wild mutts, futuristic human beings, rivalries and bloodbaths then I reckon you get The Hunger Games. It's definitely worth a read. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s385.photobucket.com/albums/oo294/tiffanyang_93/?action=view&amp;amp;current=hungergames.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i385.photobucket.com/albums/oo294/tiffanyang_93/hungergames.jpg" width="411" height="550" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s385.photobucket.com/albums/oo294/tiffanyang_93/?action=view&amp;amp;current=hungergames.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1429127265455575793-2749498195656708041?l=thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com/feeds/2749498195656708041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1429127265455575793&amp;postID=2749498195656708041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429127265455575793/posts/default/2749498195656708041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429127265455575793/posts/default/2749498195656708041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com/2010/04/day-4-your-favourite-book.html' title='Day 4 - Your Favourite Book'/><author><name>Caught red handed, Tiffany Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281775422174800649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/TEsCW_JvC3I/AAAAAAAAEKg/3Bt2d5N6UBA/S220/urhr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1429127265455575793.post-7722318423841673917</id><published>2010-04-10T17:13:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T13:54:53.204+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 3 - Your Favourite TV Programme</title><content type='html'>I think you all know the answer to this. :) A hint: It starts with a Gee and is currently a WORLDWIDE teen sensation. (Besides Justin Bieber, that is) &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s385.photobucket.com/albums/oo294/tiffanyang_93/?action=view&amp;amp;current=s5fzi8.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 495px; HEIGHT: 614px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i385.photobucket.com/albums/oo294/tiffanyang_93/s5fzi8.jpg" width="628" height="947" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;GLEE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Yes, I'm such a hopeless gleek. My favourite character from the show would have to be Sue Slyvester. She's the one wearing the Adidas tracksuit sporting a tomboy look. She's the Glee club's arch nemesis and she's always scheming and plotting against Mr Shue. Her abhorrence towards the Glee club, her vociferous vulgarity and her conceited personality is what I love about her. You can never really know what she's going to do next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s385.photobucket.com/albums/oo294/tiffanyang_93/?action=view&amp;amp;current=679983AD336B02562F85BCD626Bfrfrfrf.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i385.photobucket.com/albums/oo294/tiffanyang_93/679983AD336B02562F85BCD626Bfrfrfrf.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;These are just a few memorable quotes: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sue&lt;/strong&gt;: Get ready for the ride of your life Will Schuester. You're about to board the Sue Sylvester Express. Destination horror!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sue&lt;/strong&gt;: I empower my Cheerios to be champions. Do they go to college? I don't know. I don't care. Should they learn Spanish? Sure, if they wanna become dishwashers and gardeners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sue&lt;/strong&gt;: When you hear your name called, cross over to this side of this black shiny thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Will&lt;/strong&gt;: That's called a piano, Sue. (HAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sue&lt;/strong&gt;: I don't trust a man with curly hair. I can't help but picture little birds laying sulfurous eggs in there, and it disgusts me. (Thumbs up)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sue&lt;/strong&gt;: I'm going to ask you to smell your armpits. That's the smell of failure, and it's stinking up my office. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And oh! A sneak peak to the second season of Glee! Which will be premiered in the US next week. God knows when it be showing in Malaysia. :/ I can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="505"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qPZK7K4DUNc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qPZK7K4DUNc&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="505"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Well, that's it for now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1429127265455575793-7722318423841673917?l=thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com/feeds/7722318423841673917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1429127265455575793&amp;postID=7722318423841673917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429127265455575793/posts/default/7722318423841673917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429127265455575793/posts/default/7722318423841673917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com/2010/04/day-3-your-favourtie-tv-programme.html' title='Day 3 - Your Favourite TV Programme'/><author><name>Caught red handed, Tiffany Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281775422174800649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/TEsCW_JvC3I/AAAAAAAAEKg/3Bt2d5N6UBA/S220/urhr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1429127265455575793.post-3735399032971424444</id><published>2010-04-02T22:34:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T00:12:04.892+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2 - Your Favourite Movie</title><content type='html'>Movie Queen. That's what my mom calls me. She has been telling me this since I was a kid:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Since you love movies so much why don't you join the movie industry?" following by a trail of laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I would turn to her rolled my eyes and retorted sarcastically: "Yeah, sure. It's likely I'm gonna survive Malaysia's fledgeling movie industry."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to be honest, I don't even have it in me. One of my earliest recollections when I was a kid is that I would look in the mirror and reenact scenes from the television. I would literally talk to myself infront of the mirror. One day, my mom caught me acting out a scene from a tv chinese series. From that day on, she could never shut up about it. Then teasing me came about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one thing's for sure: I truly have a passion for movies. I love going on an emotional roller coaster or experiencing a heart-pumping excitement when I'm watching a film. It helps to alleviate stress too. Go figure. I feel most comfortable when I'm in the confines of my home enjoying a good movie blanketed in my duvet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I was completely obsessed with the movie, 500 Days of Summer starring eyecandy Joseph Gordon-Levitt and the ever stunning Zooey Deschanel. I love that the movie potrayed a somewhat awkward and torned love between the two and not your typical boys meets girl, screwed around then live happily ever after love story. The movie kept me up several nights in a row because even after I was finished, I just lay in bed wide awake thinking about it. I regretted not watching it in Perth with my cousins. I first came across it in the cinemas in Perth and totally misjudged it's movie poster. Note to self: Never judge a movie by it's pathetic poster. Watch the trailer instead. But usually trailers can be misleading too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My all time favourite movie would be Beetlejuice. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s385.photobucket.com/albums/oo294/tiffanyang_93/?action=view&amp;amp;current=2ro3j10.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i385.photobucket.com/albums/oo294/tiffanyang_93/2ro3j10.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s385.photobucket.com/albums/oo294/tiffanyang_93/?action=view&amp;amp;current=2h8bqme.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i385.photobucket.com/albums/oo294/tiffanyang_93/2h8bqme.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;In fact, practically any flim directed by Tim Burton I'm a fan of. Beetlejuice just so happens to be my favourite childhood movie. It's the kind of movie I can watch a million times over and never get dull watching it. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1429127265455575793-3735399032971424444?l=thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com/feeds/3735399032971424444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1429127265455575793&amp;postID=3735399032971424444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429127265455575793/posts/default/3735399032971424444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429127265455575793/posts/default/3735399032971424444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com/2010/04/day-2-your-favourite-movie.html' title='Day 2 - Your Favourite Movie'/><author><name>Caught red handed, Tiffany Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281775422174800649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/TEsCW_JvC3I/AAAAAAAAEKg/3Bt2d5N6UBA/S220/urhr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1429127265455575793.post-3602396355886554597</id><published>2010-04-02T21:38:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T18:10:02.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'>omgLee!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;If you are a hardcore, zealous Gleek and if you have the biggest crush on Finn then you will squeal and then scream like bitch after you SEE THIS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s385.photobucket.com/albums/oo294/tiffanyang_93/?action=view&amp;amp;current=207vntl.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i385.photobucket.com/albums/oo294/tiffanyang_93/207vntl.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HUGGING.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s385.photobucket.com/albums/oo294/tiffanyang_93/?action=view&amp;amp;current=2nlsdqo.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i385.photobucket.com/albums/oo294/tiffanyang_93/2nlsdqo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MORE GROPING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Somehow seeing this breaks my heart. And then I come to think of it... hey it ain't so bad. The girl who has her hands all entwined with Cory Monteith's is Taylor Swift and she's a pretty decent girl. I mean, c'mon if he were to go after someone like Miley Cyrus or even worst (oh dear God) Selena Gomez, I would go on a ballistic rampage! But this, I may actually come to terms with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1429127265455575793-3602396355886554597?l=thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com/feeds/3602396355886554597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1429127265455575793&amp;postID=3602396355886554597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429127265455575793/posts/default/3602396355886554597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429127265455575793/posts/default/3602396355886554597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com/2010/04/omglee.html' title='omgLee!'/><author><name>Caught red handed, Tiffany Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281775422174800649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/TEsCW_JvC3I/AAAAAAAAEKg/3Bt2d5N6UBA/S220/urhr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1429127265455575793.post-1978148103108095713</id><published>2010-04-01T20:38:00.020+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T22:33:32.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The 30 Day Project</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hectic day. Hectic year. I could give a million excuses for not updating my blog but I wouldn't do that cause the list just goes on and on. Put all your worries to rest (not that anyone is really reading this piece of shit anyway) for I've come up with a contingency plan to get my blog to function again. I hereby give you The 30 Day Project. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 30 Days Project :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1 - Your favourite song&lt;br /&gt;Day 2 - Your favourite movie&lt;br /&gt;Day 3 - Your favourite television programme&lt;br /&gt;Day 4 - Your favourite book&lt;br /&gt;Day 5 - Your favourite quote&lt;br /&gt;Day 6 - Whatever tickles your fancy&lt;br /&gt;Day 7 - A photo that makes you happy&lt;br /&gt;Day 8 - A photo that makes you angry/sad&lt;br /&gt;Day 9 - A photo you took&lt;br /&gt;Day 10 - A photo of you taken over ten years ago&lt;br /&gt;Day 11 - A photo of you taken recently&lt;br /&gt;Day 12 - Whatever tickles your fancy&lt;br /&gt;Day 13 - A fictional book&lt;br /&gt;Day 14 - A non-fictional book&lt;br /&gt;Day 15 - A fan-fic&lt;br /&gt;Day 16 - A song that makes you cry (or nearly)&lt;br /&gt;Day 17 - An art piece (painting, drawing, sculpture, etc)&lt;br /&gt;Day 18 - Whatever tickles your fancy&lt;br /&gt;Day 19 - A talent of yours&lt;br /&gt;Day 20 - A hobby of yours&lt;br /&gt;Day 21 - A recipe&lt;br /&gt;Day 22 - A website&lt;br /&gt;Day 23 - A Youtube video&lt;br /&gt;Day 24 - Whatever tickles your fancy&lt;br /&gt;Day 25 - Your day, in great detail&lt;br /&gt;Day 26 - Your week, in great detail&lt;br /&gt;Day 27 - This month, in great detail&lt;br /&gt;Day 28 - This year, in great detail&lt;br /&gt;Day 29 - Hopes, dreams, and plans for the next 365 days&lt;br /&gt;Day 30 - Whatever tickles your fancy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;One day, I was feeling lazy and lethargic. Rather than sitting on my ass idling the hours way, I decided to go on the internet and do something a lifeless person was expected to do- randomly browsing through other people's blogs. Interesting enough, I found something on Nadiah's blog which caught my attention! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here it goes - The 30 Day Project. (I make it sound so formal and relatively important&lt;em&gt; The 30 Day Project&lt;/em&gt; when indeed it's NOT). On one condition though: I will not be continuing this for consecutively 30 days due to my around the clock studying and tuitioning and dilly-dallies *blah blah* But I will try my very best to complete each and every part even if it means taking me AGES to do it. No harm in trying. :) So let's kick off with a topic that I'm most familiar with -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Day 1 - Your Favourite Song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Some people would say their highschool sweetheart was their first love. Some would say that the boy with the cute grin on the big silver screen was their first love. All the clichés. As for me, music was my first true love. Maybe I sound a lilttle cheesy saying that but it's a fact. Music from the 80s, 90s even dating back to the late 60s, contemporary music, Jazz music, Indie, Rock and Soul - I'm into all of them. It's no wonder that my iPod is most aptly considered as one of my main necessities in life, YES I will go crazy and emotionally unstable if I were to live through a day without my precious, purple-coated, Apple iPod. It's practially like my baby. Okay, now I'm just sounding like a pathetic lunatic. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Back to the topic. I can't say I have an all time favourite song because that won't do me justice. I have WAY TOO MANY favourite songs to choose from. But still, I have no other option but to have a few picks of my own or else the whole thing would be meaningless from the beginning. So, I've zeroed in to 2 songs. 2 songs that are in the current music wave and are my ultimate favourite. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Vanilla Twilight by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Owl City&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This song makes me choked up at times. The lyrics are absolutely beautiful and meaningful in every way. The live performance by Adam Young (which you can find on YouTube) rendered me SPEECHLESS. Spectacular and immaculate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pIz2K3ArrWk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pIz2K3ArrWk&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Turn It Off by &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Paramore &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anything by Paramore just automatically goes to my reshuffle playlist. They're the best! This is my favourite song from their current album. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qpaBQT1wRKs&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qpaBQT1wRKs&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Done and over with. That was fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And I suggest you do the same too! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1429127265455575793-1978148103108095713?l=thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com/feeds/1978148103108095713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1429127265455575793&amp;postID=1978148103108095713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429127265455575793/posts/default/1978148103108095713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429127265455575793/posts/default/1978148103108095713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com/2010/04/30-day-project.html' title='The 30 Day Project'/><author><name>Caught red handed, Tiffany Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281775422174800649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/TEsCW_JvC3I/AAAAAAAAEKg/3Bt2d5N6UBA/S220/urhr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1429127265455575793.post-6093431733453492702</id><published>2010-03-27T14:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T14:35:22.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Put a lid on all that noise</title><content type='html'>Last Tuesday, our school held our 8th consecutive Sports Day. It's our last year as seniors so why not make the most of it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453194940457648530" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/S62j5_TvgZI/AAAAAAAAECs/OpgEYqoUb3w/s400/25305_383643522760_642807760_3728456_7728994_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453197780537015298" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/S62mfTbbfAI/AAAAAAAAEDc/djuVdzUgbMw/s400/DSCF0496.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453197772126792130" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/S62me0GRqcI/AAAAAAAAEDU/Zed2N0dXk5M/s400/DSCF0476.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453194977982618434" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/S62j8LGZG0I/AAAAAAAAEDM/_Bo-kPnift8/s400/DSCF0473.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453194969992949842" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/S62j7tVgcFI/AAAAAAAAEDE/wNtW7v9vH_A/s400/DSCF0485.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453194951005890530" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/S62j6mmo5-I/AAAAAAAAEC0/Um_ppyybPnM/s400/25305_383643577760_642807760_3728464_5495722_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 224px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453194955974577682" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/S62j65HRDhI/AAAAAAAAEC8/e3JV7FoPhDs/s400/23417_1105570375622_1717673572_206654_6667675_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yellow house won for pebarisan! Hoorah! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1429127265455575793-6093431733453492702?l=thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com/feeds/6093431733453492702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1429127265455575793&amp;postID=6093431733453492702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429127265455575793/posts/default/6093431733453492702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429127265455575793/posts/default/6093431733453492702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com/2010/03/put-lid-on-all-that-noise.html' title='Put a lid on all that noise'/><author><name>Caught red handed, Tiffany Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281775422174800649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/TEsCW_JvC3I/AAAAAAAAEKg/3Bt2d5N6UBA/S220/urhr.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/S62j5_TvgZI/AAAAAAAAECs/OpgEYqoUb3w/s72-c/25305_383643522760_642807760_3728456_7728994_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1429127265455575793.post-6797574907049157862</id><published>2010-03-18T03:19:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T03:35:49.154+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I was made for you</title><content type='html'>Hey! Sorry for the hiatus. I've been so caught up with things. But anyways, here are some pics from my weekend with the clique. It's just dawn on me that this is our first time in ages that we've went out as a bunch. If I remembered correctly, the last time was when we were all form 3 or something like that. Damn that's just crazy. We ought to do this more often, I've really missed it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449687534979969106" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/S6Et8Hta8FI/AAAAAAAAECk/hMQMcoZSN0o/s400/23983_377639102848_753977848_3716497_648405_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449687507439347026" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/S6Et6hHOZVI/AAAAAAAAECE/uQB7gxaBViM/s400/23983_377638347848_753977848_3716427_2728758_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449687528175965810" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/S6Et7uXOFnI/AAAAAAAAECc/PQ-QP9wZtcI/s400/23983_377639082848_753977848_3716496_7526751_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449687516653760626" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/S6Et7DcHMHI/AAAAAAAAECU/EvH3XYkIIl0/s400/23983_377638997848_753977848_3716488_1933244_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449687512127919938" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/S6Et6ylEV0I/AAAAAAAAECM/cQYbbhEZs8c/s400/23983_377638902848_753977848_3716476_993441_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a great holiday, y'all! XOXO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1429127265455575793-6797574907049157862?l=thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com/feeds/6797574907049157862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1429127265455575793&amp;postID=6797574907049157862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429127265455575793/posts/default/6797574907049157862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429127265455575793/posts/default/6797574907049157862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-was-made-for-you.html' title='I was made for you'/><author><name>Caught red handed, Tiffany Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281775422174800649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/TEsCW_JvC3I/AAAAAAAAEKg/3Bt2d5N6UBA/S220/urhr.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/S6Et8Hta8FI/AAAAAAAAECk/hMQMcoZSN0o/s72-c/23983_377639102848_753977848_3716497_648405_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1429127265455575793.post-2507970722231463535</id><published>2010-02-27T14:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T14:26:49.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holler</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VlS0-V02JWg&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VlS0-V02JWg&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LrdWa8Dh40Q&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LrdWa8Dh40Q&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two of my favourite current music videos. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1429127265455575793-2507970722231463535?l=thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com/feeds/2507970722231463535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1429127265455575793&amp;postID=2507970722231463535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429127265455575793/posts/default/2507970722231463535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429127265455575793/posts/default/2507970722231463535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post.html' title='Holler'/><author><name>Caught red handed, Tiffany Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281775422174800649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/TEsCW_JvC3I/AAAAAAAAEKg/3Bt2d5N6UBA/S220/urhr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1429127265455575793.post-7324908551447855592</id><published>2010-02-06T23:16:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T20:07:18.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm the hero of the story, I don't need to be saved</title><content type='html'>Hi, I'm blogging from Bangkok. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so here's the low down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been up to nothing much except for school, tuition and more tuition. Well, since the course of my life is not gonna change route anytime soon due to SPM which is imminent.. so there won't be much need to blog about anything for that matter. My life is not so exciting at the moment ha ha. Shit. I sound like a pathetic petulant bitch. Oh whatever. 12 months, 360 days, one year of crucial pain... that's nothing compared to worser things that are happening around the globe. For instance, the Haiti earthquake attack or finding out that average men in Thailand can marry up to 6 wives. I mean, c'mon.. is that even considered legit in the modern age society we live in now? Geez. See, now that's what's wrong with the world. Men aren't supposed to have that many wives. Although people in the bible have been accustomed to it once but nowdays that's pretty much considered adultry. And just the other day, my maid confided to me that she wed when she was 14 years old and delivered to a baby at the age of 15. That is sick. Not to mention highly disturbing. I don't know why but when it comes to these kinda stuff... stuff related to women and women's equality.. it's a sensitive subject. It's only natural cause I'm woman too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm simply venting. Hitting the sheets now. I'm on the hotel's comp so this pretty much sucks cow balls. So, till the next time. Goodnight, world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1429127265455575793-7324908551447855592?l=thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com/feeds/7324908551447855592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1429127265455575793&amp;postID=7324908551447855592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429127265455575793/posts/default/7324908551447855592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429127265455575793/posts/default/7324908551447855592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com/2010/02/im-hero-of-story-i-dont-need-to-be.html' title='I&apos;m the hero of the story, I don&apos;t need to be saved'/><author><name>Caught red handed, Tiffany Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281775422174800649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/TEsCW_JvC3I/AAAAAAAAEKg/3Bt2d5N6UBA/S220/urhr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1429127265455575793.post-6208263113160822975</id><published>2010-01-16T01:41:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T02:04:09.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GLEE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/S1Cp3R2KRmI/AAAAAAAAEB8/JCKf5_Ll-_A/s1600-h/Glee%2BCast%2BGlee.png"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 326px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427024318129915490" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/S1Cp3R2KRmI/AAAAAAAAEB8/JCKf5_Ll-_A/s400/Glee%2BCast%2BGlee.png" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Introuding Glee! It just may be the new Gossip Girl (maybe not). But still it's awesome, they're both unequivocally awesome. On the cantrary to GG, Glee has more perks to it and lots of energy plus it's part comedy. Their rendition of Single Ladies is by far my favourite act in the movie. I am officially HOOKED. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427023963561742194" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/S1Cpio-hT3I/AAAAAAAAEB0/QxYhsPjLnX0/s400/CoryMonteithDec14.jpg" /&gt;Ever since I've watched the show, I've developed a newfound interest in Cory Monteith. He's so hot.♥ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&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/1429127265455575793-6208263113160822975?l=thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com/feeds/6208263113160822975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1429127265455575793&amp;postID=6208263113160822975' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429127265455575793/posts/default/6208263113160822975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429127265455575793/posts/default/6208263113160822975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com/2010/01/glee.html' title='GLEE!'/><author><name>Caught red handed, Tiffany Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281775422174800649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/TEsCW_JvC3I/AAAAAAAAEKg/3Bt2d5N6UBA/S220/urhr.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/S1Cp3R2KRmI/AAAAAAAAEB8/JCKf5_Ll-_A/s72-c/Glee%2BCast%2BGlee.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1429127265455575793.post-64426966134248932</id><published>2010-01-14T20:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T20:56:10.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two's A Crowd</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/S08T9DGuc6I/AAAAAAAAEBk/0V93SXg9TF8/s1600-h/OHBABY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 405px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 415px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426578015531201442" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/S08T9DGuc6I/AAAAAAAAEBk/0V93SXg9TF8/s400/OHBABY.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; I truly miss the holidays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s385.photobucket.com/albums/oo294/tiffanyang_93/?action=view&amp;amp;current=OHBABY-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1429127265455575793-64426966134248932?l=thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com/feeds/64426966134248932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1429127265455575793&amp;postID=64426966134248932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429127265455575793/posts/default/64426966134248932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429127265455575793/posts/default/64426966134248932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com/2010/01/photobucket.html' title='Two&apos;s A Crowd'/><author><name>Caught red handed, Tiffany Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281775422174800649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/TEsCW_JvC3I/AAAAAAAAEKg/3Bt2d5N6UBA/S220/urhr.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/S08T9DGuc6I/AAAAAAAAEBk/0V93SXg9TF8/s72-c/OHBABY.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1429127265455575793.post-8292817883199590065</id><published>2010-01-01T19:31:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T21:46:09.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dawn Of A New Decade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421733834048007346" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/Sz3eMk0l7LI/AAAAAAAAEA0/saXGziFE8oc/s400/fvfvf.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:250%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2010&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:250%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy New Year Everyone!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Don't screw it up for me, 2010. Though I'm not really putting much faith into you considering it's Ass Pee Am year. Evidently, my only practical new year's resolution is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 184px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421736767896507714" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/Sz3g3WQlVUI/AAAAAAAAEBU/IveIJrFl1Wg/s400/girl.jpg" /&gt;To become a full-time &lt;s&gt;gleek&lt;/s&gt;, I meant &lt;s&gt;slutty&lt;/s&gt; GEEK. It's time to get serious with studies. Sigh, yes. Don't we all just love it when reality smacks us right in the face? Don't answer that. &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/1429127265455575793-8292817883199590065?l=thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com/feeds/8292817883199590065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1429127265455575793&amp;postID=8292817883199590065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429127265455575793/posts/default/8292817883199590065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429127265455575793/posts/default/8292817883199590065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com/2010/01/dawn-of-new-decade.html' title='Dawn Of A New Decade'/><author><name>Caught red handed, Tiffany Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281775422174800649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/TEsCW_JvC3I/AAAAAAAAEKg/3Bt2d5N6UBA/S220/urhr.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/Sz3eMk0l7LI/AAAAAAAAEA0/saXGziFE8oc/s72-c/fvfvf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1429127265455575793.post-2493172450590415990</id><published>2009-12-30T18:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T19:12:42.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'mma Hot Mess</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SzsxMIr5mtI/AAAAAAAAEAM/eIf1PDUbk6w/s1600-h/tumblr_kvf5v6zEYt1qzb3seo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420980661030329042" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SzsxMIr5mtI/AAAAAAAAEAM/eIf1PDUbk6w/s400/tumblr_kvf5v6zEYt1qzb3seo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is what I've been up to.&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/1429127265455575793-2493172450590415990?l=thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com/feeds/2493172450590415990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1429127265455575793&amp;postID=2493172450590415990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429127265455575793/posts/default/2493172450590415990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429127265455575793/posts/default/2493172450590415990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com/2009/12/imma-hot-mess.html' title='I&apos;mma Hot Mess'/><author><name>Caught red handed, Tiffany Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281775422174800649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/TEsCW_JvC3I/AAAAAAAAEKg/3Bt2d5N6UBA/S220/urhr.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SzsxMIr5mtI/AAAAAAAAEAM/eIf1PDUbk6w/s72-c/tumblr_kvf5v6zEYt1qzb3seo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1429127265455575793.post-981333019914456265</id><published>2009-12-30T01:12:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T01:47:00.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Need Some Indie R'n'R</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/Szo4mYIQmpI/AAAAAAAAD_w/RhmknHdwr8c/s1600-h/Alternative_Music.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 272px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420707333457091218" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/Szo4mYIQmpI/AAAAAAAAD_w/RhmknHdwr8c/s400/Alternative_Music.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My 2009 Playlist (In random order)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Believe by The Bravery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;U R A Fever by The Kills&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Sour Cherry by The Kills&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;15 Steps by Radiohead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;21 Guns by Greenday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Breakfast In NYC by Oppenheimer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Brighter Discontent by The Submarines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Fuzzy Blue Lights by Owl City&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Vanilla Twilight by Owl City&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Club Foot by Kasabian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Crying Lightning by Artic Monkeys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Naive by The Kooks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Eyes On Fire by Blue Foundation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Fire by 2NE1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Free Fallin' by John Mayer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Half Of My Heart by John Mayer ft. Taylor Swift&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Hello Hello by Paramore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Smooth Criminal by Michael Jackson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Human by The Killers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I Like It Rough by Lady Gaga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Scientist by Coldplay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Kids by MGMT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Kings And Queens by 30 seconds To Mars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Last Night On Earth by Greenday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Mad World by Gary Jules&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;One Week Of Danger by The Virgins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Sweet Dreams by Beyonce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Tick Tock by Ke$ha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Turn It Off by Paramore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;The Wake Up Song by The Submarines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;With A Heavy Heart by Does It Offend You, Yeah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Wonderwall (acoustic) by Oasis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Sexy Bitch by Akon ft. David Guetta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;You Belong With Me by Taylor Swift&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;You Do, You Don't by The Friday Night Boys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;You Don't Know Me by Ben Folds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Your Ex-Lover Is Dead by Stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;1979 by Smashing Pumpkins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Cities In Dust by Junkie XL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Finding Out True Love Is Blind by Louis XIV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Hear You Me by Jimmy Eat World&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Shove It by Santagold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Sleepless by Until June&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Trash by The Whip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/Szo4gc6b0NI/AAAAAAAAD_o/eH5iNWRl2iE/s1600-h/240029145_30adca5546.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1429127265455575793-981333019914456265?l=thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com/feeds/981333019914456265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1429127265455575793&amp;postID=981333019914456265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429127265455575793/posts/default/981333019914456265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429127265455575793/posts/default/981333019914456265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-need-some-indie-rnr.html' title='I Need Some Indie R&apos;n&apos;R'/><author><name>Caught red handed, Tiffany Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281775422174800649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/TEsCW_JvC3I/AAAAAAAAEKg/3Bt2d5N6UBA/S220/urhr.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/Szo4mYIQmpI/AAAAAAAAD_w/RhmknHdwr8c/s72-c/Alternative_Music.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1429127265455575793.post-4788504571087872559</id><published>2009-12-29T23:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T23:48:01.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Note To Self:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SzokaAvBoZI/AAAAAAAAD_g/Ixw4sDe3sYc/s1600-h/soBwCdeuhowk5wevrk84PHhIo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 414px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 452px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420685130786251154" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SzokaAvBoZI/AAAAAAAAD_g/Ixw4sDe3sYc/s400/soBwCdeuhowk5wevrk84PHhIo1_400.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/1429127265455575793-4788504571087872559?l=thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com/feeds/4788504571087872559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1429127265455575793&amp;postID=4788504571087872559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429127265455575793/posts/default/4788504571087872559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429127265455575793/posts/default/4788504571087872559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com/2009/12/note-to-self.html' title='Note To Self:'/><author><name>Caught red handed, Tiffany Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281775422174800649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/TEsCW_JvC3I/AAAAAAAAEKg/3Bt2d5N6UBA/S220/urhr.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SzokaAvBoZI/AAAAAAAAD_g/Ixw4sDe3sYc/s72-c/soBwCdeuhowk5wevrk84PHhIo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1429127265455575793.post-6008404351103044112</id><published>2009-12-29T18:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T19:06:50.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Turn It Off, In All My Spite</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SznbjZnxazI/AAAAAAAAD_Y/U6UGouFIZFU/s1600-h/thumbnail_8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 273px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420605027736709938" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SznbjZnxazI/AAAAAAAAD_Y/U6UGouFIZFU/s400/thumbnail_8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Paramore's S'pore show tickets are not on sale yet. :( Something just hit me: School is about to reopen in a week's time. I'm far from being prepared to go back to studying. Oh crap. Now I'd have to dye back my hair. I am NOT looking forward to 2010.&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/1429127265455575793-6008404351103044112?l=thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com/feeds/6008404351103044112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1429127265455575793&amp;postID=6008404351103044112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429127265455575793/posts/default/6008404351103044112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429127265455575793/posts/default/6008404351103044112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com/2009/12/turn-it-off-in-all-my-spite.html' title='Turn It Off, In All My Spite'/><author><name>Caught red handed, Tiffany Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281775422174800649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/TEsCW_JvC3I/AAAAAAAAEKg/3Bt2d5N6UBA/S220/urhr.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SznbjZnxazI/AAAAAAAAD_Y/U6UGouFIZFU/s72-c/thumbnail_8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1429127265455575793.post-2050356957136719967</id><published>2009-12-28T21:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T22:22:27.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Wanna Free Fall Out Into Nothing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/Szi27aK-jPI/AAAAAAAAD_A/FIPl7v4uBAU/s1600-h/DSCF0270.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420283283294293234" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/Szi27aK-jPI/AAAAAAAAD_A/FIPl7v4uBAU/s400/DSCF0270.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Photo caption: Sam and yours truly @ Alex's not-so-chritmasy-partay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm having seconds thoughts of moving my blog to Tumblr. Then again, I'd have to adapt and learn the new formats and whatnot. Then again, nobody likes change. And I'm kinda lazy to blog (clearly). But I've decided to at least, sign into my account every week to update. By update, I mean posting a picture(s), scribble a little something and be done with. I promise you, blog. &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/1429127265455575793-2050356957136719967?l=thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com/feeds/2050356957136719967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1429127265455575793&amp;postID=2050356957136719967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429127265455575793/posts/default/2050356957136719967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429127265455575793/posts/default/2050356957136719967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-wanna-free-fall-out-into-nothing.html' title='I Wanna Free Fall Out Into Nothing'/><author><name>Caught red handed, Tiffany Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281775422174800649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/TEsCW_JvC3I/AAAAAAAAEKg/3Bt2d5N6UBA/S220/urhr.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/Szi27aK-jPI/AAAAAAAAD_A/FIPl7v4uBAU/s72-c/DSCF0270.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1429127265455575793.post-6310215753301514028</id><published>2009-12-28T00:27:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T18:44:39.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Omg, omg, omg. OMG.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s385.photobucket.com/albums/oo294/tiffanyang_93/?action=view&amp;amp;current=tiff.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 467px; HEIGHT: 237px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i385.photobucket.com/albums/oo294/tiffanyang_93/tiff.jpg" width="511" height="304" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*Credits to Shamier. Below: feast your eyes upon Sam's bare butt cheeks. Major lulz. Credits to me, I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This just in! &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Paramore&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is set to rock out Singapore (yeah, I know, again) this 7th March 2010!!!! This is MAJOR. Please, please, please mom and dad. Spare me the SPM talk and relent me to go, I beg of yoooou. :( &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/1429127265455575793-6310215753301514028?l=thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com/feeds/6310215753301514028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1429127265455575793&amp;postID=6310215753301514028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429127265455575793/posts/default/6310215753301514028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429127265455575793/posts/default/6310215753301514028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com/2009/12/omg-omg-omg-omg.html' title='Omg, omg, omg. OMG.'/><author><name>Caught red handed, Tiffany Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281775422174800649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/TEsCW_JvC3I/AAAAAAAAEKg/3Bt2d5N6UBA/S220/urhr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1429127265455575793.post-4269574029700266655</id><published>2009-12-16T03:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T03:37:09.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For every mushroom cloud, there's a silver lining</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/Syfk3-jZmLI/AAAAAAAAD-w/0VlKT7g7rIg/s1600-h/clip3_full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415548727271725234" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/Syfk3-jZmLI/AAAAAAAAD-w/0VlKT7g7rIg/s400/clip3_full.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I love Ellen. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1429127265455575793-4269574029700266655?l=thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com/feeds/4269574029700266655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1429127265455575793&amp;postID=4269574029700266655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429127265455575793/posts/default/4269574029700266655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429127265455575793/posts/default/4269574029700266655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com/2009/12/for-every-mushroom-cloud-theres-silver.html' title='For every mushroom cloud, there&apos;s a silver lining'/><author><name>Caught red handed, Tiffany Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281775422174800649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/TEsCW_JvC3I/AAAAAAAAEKg/3Bt2d5N6UBA/S220/urhr.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/Syfk3-jZmLI/AAAAAAAAD-w/0VlKT7g7rIg/s72-c/clip3_full.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1429127265455575793.post-4840360308348882485</id><published>2009-12-16T03:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T22:43:03.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'>8/12/2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SzjD0wh3HvI/AAAAAAAAD_Q/MTEHo-ZVfUM/s1600-h/16370_198979421034_689566034_3768964_7516825_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420297462687932146" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SzjD0wh3HvI/AAAAAAAAD_Q/MTEHo-ZVfUM/s400/16370_198979421034_689566034_3768964_7516825_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;pp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;bel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;te&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;bi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;rth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;day&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Sammy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Sorry couldn't post this earlier)&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/1429127265455575793-4840360308348882485?l=thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com/feeds/4840360308348882485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1429127265455575793&amp;postID=4840360308348882485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429127265455575793/posts/default/4840360308348882485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429127265455575793/posts/default/4840360308348882485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com/2009/12/8122009.html' title='8/12/2009'/><author><name>Caught red handed, Tiffany Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281775422174800649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/TEsCW_JvC3I/AAAAAAAAEKg/3Bt2d5N6UBA/S220/urhr.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SzjD0wh3HvI/AAAAAAAAD_Q/MTEHo-ZVfUM/s72-c/16370_198979421034_689566034_3768964_7516825_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1429127265455575793.post-3919743608674218905</id><published>2009-11-21T17:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T17:40:13.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Words Of Inspiration</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/Swe1XxdwqNI/AAAAAAAAD-A/2NiDoJrBY4Q/s1600/stitich.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 238px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406489297701349586" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/Swe1XxdwqNI/AAAAAAAAD-A/2NiDoJrBY4Q/s400/stitich.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/1429127265455575793-3919743608674218905?l=thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com/feeds/3919743608674218905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1429127265455575793&amp;postID=3919743608674218905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429127265455575793/posts/default/3919743608674218905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429127265455575793/posts/default/3919743608674218905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com/2009/11/words-of-inspiration.html' title='Words Of Inspiration'/><author><name>Caught red handed, Tiffany Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281775422174800649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/TEsCW_JvC3I/AAAAAAAAEKg/3Bt2d5N6UBA/S220/urhr.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/Swe1XxdwqNI/AAAAAAAAD-A/2NiDoJrBY4Q/s72-c/stitich.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1429127265455575793.post-1834944170292647028</id><published>2009-11-21T00:40:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T15:33:35.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dropping The G-Bombshell</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Spotted:&lt;/strong&gt; Chuck Bass sucking face with someone who's not Blair Waldorf and apparently of the same sex. Seriously, could we really say that we were all that shocked? Uh, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 229px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406230806737473362" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SwbKRnlcT1I/AAAAAAAAD94/Y3SSbU8U5GA/s400/chuckbasskiss1.jpg" /&gt;Don't we all just love a guy on guy action? Just pair anyone with Chuck Bass and we'd all just die to watch him play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;XOXO&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/1429127265455575793-1834944170292647028?l=thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com/feeds/1834944170292647028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1429127265455575793&amp;postID=1834944170292647028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429127265455575793/posts/default/1834944170292647028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429127265455575793/posts/default/1834944170292647028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com/2009/11/dropping-g-bombshell.html' title='Dropping The G-Bombshell'/><author><name>Caught red handed, Tiffany Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281775422174800649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/TEsCW_JvC3I/AAAAAAAAEKg/3Bt2d5N6UBA/S220/urhr.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SwbKRnlcT1I/AAAAAAAAD94/Y3SSbU8U5GA/s72-c/chuckbasskiss1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1429127265455575793.post-5843494952445568780</id><published>2009-11-11T03:19:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T15:34:24.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love You, I Love You Not</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song of ze Day - Come Home by One Republic ft. Sara Bareilles&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402557001713746418" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/Svm8-BXygfI/AAAAAAAAD9o/PQYVFRvDFPA/s400/366642_Picture_025.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I find myself really into the whole Indie fashion lately, no idea why. But it sort of gives me inspiration. And I have a sudden urge to dye my hair (again) brown, in reference to the picture. But I think mom would have to murder me first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 325px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402557007008351858" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/Svm8-VGHxnI/AAAAAAAAD9w/mdakCnHt2j4/s400/362731_PB048943.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Easier said than done.&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/1429127265455575793-5843494952445568780?l=thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com/feeds/5843494952445568780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1429127265455575793&amp;postID=5843494952445568780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429127265455575793/posts/default/5843494952445568780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429127265455575793/posts/default/5843494952445568780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-love-you-i-love-you-not.html' title='I Love You, I Love You Not'/><author><name>Caught red handed, Tiffany Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281775422174800649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/TEsCW_JvC3I/AAAAAAAAEKg/3Bt2d5N6UBA/S220/urhr.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/Svm8-BXygfI/AAAAAAAAD9o/PQYVFRvDFPA/s72-c/366642_Picture_025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1429127265455575793.post-1343776253046479213</id><published>2009-11-09T18:49:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T15:34:42.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's Got Your Cupid?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song of ze Day - Again by YUI&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402054393985165618" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/Svfz2ZrS6TI/AAAAAAAAD9Y/HEBTolLUkfo/s400/2633651C54B495F9B32902744269E.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Awww. It's Taylor square. But how weird is it to be dating a guy with the same name, huh? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 284px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402056795267051698" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/Svf2CLJgsLI/AAAAAAAAD9g/OxzG9akNZl4/s400/untitled.bmp" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Aw.... *chokes* EEEEEEUGH!! I don't know why but everytime I see Kristen Stewart with Rob, the sight of them together just makes me want to roll my eyes. &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/1429127265455575793-1343776253046479213?l=thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com/feeds/1343776253046479213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1429127265455575793&amp;postID=1343776253046479213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429127265455575793/posts/default/1343776253046479213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429127265455575793/posts/default/1343776253046479213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com/2009/11/whos-got-your-cupid.html' title='Who&apos;s Got Your Cupid?'/><author><name>Caught red handed, Tiffany Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281775422174800649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/TEsCW_JvC3I/AAAAAAAAEKg/3Bt2d5N6UBA/S220/urhr.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/Svfz2ZrS6TI/AAAAAAAAD9Y/HEBTolLUkfo/s72-c/2633651C54B495F9B32902744269E.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1429127265455575793.post-5220728174339086518</id><published>2009-11-05T03:01:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T15:34:55.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because I Want You</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Song of ze Day - Run This Town by Jay-Z&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402049826465503122" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SvfvsiVv15I/AAAAAAAAD9I/RwOQ2haxV7o/s400/130.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400326016150295298" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SvHP5kfwUwI/AAAAAAAAD8w/WIaxJagR8mM/s400/13467_340582090392_834840392_9664573_3333802_n.jpg" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I think Sam looks very Vogue emo. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1429127265455575793-5220728174339086518?l=thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com/feeds/5220728174339086518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1429127265455575793&amp;postID=5220728174339086518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429127265455575793/posts/default/5220728174339086518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429127265455575793/posts/default/5220728174339086518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com/2009/11/because-i-want-you.html' title='Because I Want You'/><author><name>Caught red handed, Tiffany Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281775422174800649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/TEsCW_JvC3I/AAAAAAAAEKg/3Bt2d5N6UBA/S220/urhr.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SvfvsiVv15I/AAAAAAAAD9I/RwOQ2haxV7o/s72-c/130.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1429127265455575793.post-105417303870169369</id><published>2009-10-31T02:26:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T15:35:08.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween, Folks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Song Of ze Day - Bad Day by Asher Roth&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;On the contrary, I'm elated. Finals are over for good! God, the past 2 weeks has been the low point of my LIFE. Okay, let's not exaggerate. But nevertheless, HELL. I did not sleep, eat, forget to breathe. SO GLAD it's all over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mentioned it's Halloween?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398834121638348050" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SuyDB4WDBRI/AAAAAAAAD8o/UKbBlwItcX0/s400/105822_tyra-banks-shows-off-her-costume-for-halloween-2009-kim-kardashian.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciara dressed as Kim Kardashian. So cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1429127265455575793-105417303870169369?l=thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com/feeds/105417303870169369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1429127265455575793&amp;postID=105417303870169369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429127265455575793/posts/default/105417303870169369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429127265455575793/posts/default/105417303870169369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-halloween-folks.html' title='Happy Halloween, Folks!'/><author><name>Caught red handed, Tiffany Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281775422174800649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/TEsCW_JvC3I/AAAAAAAAEKg/3Bt2d5N6UBA/S220/urhr.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SuyDB4WDBRI/AAAAAAAAD8o/UKbBlwItcX0/s72-c/105822_tyra-banks-shows-off-her-costume-for-halloween-2009-kim-kardashian.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1429127265455575793.post-6196529445166942668</id><published>2009-10-12T16:18:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T15:35:20.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boy Dilemma</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Song of ze Day - Boys Boys Boys by Lady Gaga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 386px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391627034682146210" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/StLoONOfPaI/AAAAAAAAD8g/7toVWTDPF20/s400/soBwCdeuho4vmcu2zogvHx2oo1_400.gif" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Trust me, we all can't help it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly? I've never had much luck with boys. It's either that, or I'm just so goddamn picky. Can I ever get over myself? pffffffffffffff. f**k.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1429127265455575793-6196529445166942668?l=thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com/feeds/6196529445166942668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1429127265455575793&amp;postID=6196529445166942668' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429127265455575793/posts/default/6196529445166942668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429127265455575793/posts/default/6196529445166942668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com/2009/10/boy-dilemma.html' title='Boy Dilemma'/><author><name>Caught red handed, Tiffany Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281775422174800649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/TEsCW_JvC3I/AAAAAAAAEKg/3Bt2d5N6UBA/S220/urhr.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/StLoONOfPaI/AAAAAAAAD8g/7toVWTDPF20/s72-c/soBwCdeuho4vmcu2zogvHx2oo1_400.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1429127265455575793.post-5281921560665894502</id><published>2009-10-11T14:19:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T16:16:50.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crash Course</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Song of ze Day - East Jesus Nowhere by Greenday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm dreadfully sorry for not paying any attention to my blog in the past recent weeks or months or decades, even. Well, just take note that if I'm not updating then it means I'm just out livin' my life! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right now, the things that're driving me up the wall - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;My MUM. Well... enough said. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;FINALS which are due in a week. And yet, I've not even made an effort to open one single text book. In this case, it looks disastrous. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;My laptop. It's been jamming on me and I can't take it anymore!! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mind you, I've always had a short capacity for studying. Thus, the constant pocrastination and the shopping and late hour movies instead of reading. I do read. Not Math, but romance novels. Hahaaaaaaa. I'm on a fucking trainwreck here! Can't you see?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391228620180113458" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/StF93bjBSDI/AAAAAAAAD8Y/L9I7grXrRZg/s400/10035_132860081034_689566034_3210996_5386395_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391228612850020290" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/StF93APY78I/AAAAAAAAD8Q/tDIeKJ1J928/s400/26082009130.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I honestly can't wait for Perth again in Nov. :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1429127265455575793-5281921560665894502?l=thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com/feeds/5281921560665894502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1429127265455575793&amp;postID=5281921560665894502' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429127265455575793/posts/default/5281921560665894502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429127265455575793/posts/default/5281921560665894502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com/2009/10/crash-course.html' title='Crash Course'/><author><name>Caught red handed, Tiffany Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281775422174800649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/TEsCW_JvC3I/AAAAAAAAEKg/3Bt2d5N6UBA/S220/urhr.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/StF93bjBSDI/AAAAAAAAD8Y/L9I7grXrRZg/s72-c/10035_132860081034_689566034_3210996_5386395_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1429127265455575793.post-7179262855221179557</id><published>2009-10-04T17:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T17:23:44.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Gone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:200%;"&gt;I &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; OWL CITY. FULL STOP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388672808068585090" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SshpXle8FoI/AAAAAAAAD8I/BSzrK9dccjs/s400/img-thing.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&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/1429127265455575793-7179262855221179557?l=thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com/feeds/7179262855221179557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1429127265455575793&amp;postID=7179262855221179557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429127265455575793/posts/default/7179262855221179557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429127265455575793/posts/default/7179262855221179557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com/2009/10/long-gone.html' title='Long Gone'/><author><name>Caught red handed, Tiffany Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281775422174800649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/TEsCW_JvC3I/AAAAAAAAEKg/3Bt2d5N6UBA/S220/urhr.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SshpXle8FoI/AAAAAAAAD8I/BSzrK9dccjs/s72-c/img-thing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1429127265455575793.post-7105150730022569112</id><published>2009-09-23T05:00:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T19:50:12.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vanilla Twilight</title><content type='html'>Ever get the feeling that you're under scrunity everywhere you go? Especially in public? Sometimes, I do. That's why girls tend to go the extra mile to dress up and look pretty. That's why we enjoy shopping more than we do watching dirty porn. In a way, maybe girls are more of the self indulgent kind and self conscious. Nobody can help it, afterall. It's the pressure these days that are pushing poeple to want to look on their best. I could vividly recall the very first time I had attemtped to apply eye liner when I was 13 . I didn't know anything about makeup then because I was merely a kid so I got the influence from my bestfriend. I used to put on eye liner till the point where I started to look like a goth now that I've come to think of it. And one day when I got home from a Pussycat Dolls concert one late night, my dad caught me in makeup for the very first time. He instantly said: "Rub off those eye liner. You look like a walking ghost." (in chinese of course) Evidently, I didn't bother to heed any of his advice. Pre-teen years are always the hardest because we're at this awkward stage. Making a huge transition from a naive 12 year old to an adolescent waiting to rebel. And rebel we did. My mom is another story, however. I used to hate her so much for checking my text messages on my phone. She always tries to talk me out of dating boys and having kids cause according to her theory, pregnancy is no sacrifice, it's pure agony all the way. Don't date boys cause that might lead to having sex intercourse. Don't have sex cause that might lead to getting knocked up. But she did said something to me once that was quite conforting.. Well, at least it is to me anyway.. that is to always use a condom when I do choose to have sex someday. And she's paranoid about getting an injection to prevent me from catching HIV. Some advice. Are all moms these paranoid nowadays or is it just mine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm blogging absurdity. I'm sorry. It's just that it's close to 6 AM now and I can't make myself to go to sleep. I'm off now. Xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1429127265455575793-7105150730022569112?l=thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com/feeds/7105150730022569112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1429127265455575793&amp;postID=7105150730022569112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429127265455575793/posts/default/7105150730022569112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429127265455575793/posts/default/7105150730022569112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com/2009/09/vanilla-twilight.html' title='Vanilla Twilight'/><author><name>Caught red handed, Tiffany Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281775422174800649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/TEsCW_JvC3I/AAAAAAAAEKg/3Bt2d5N6UBA/S220/urhr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1429127265455575793.post-432027712849527701</id><published>2009-09-06T00:18:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T18:27:28.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Talk Bitch Too!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Song Of The Day - Sexy Bitch by Akon ft. David Guetta&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have seriously no idea why don't I just delete my Blogger account seeing the fact that I barely update anymore. But I've had this account since forever so it's practically like my baby. It holds too much memories, whether it may be good or bad, it's all sealed and safeguarded in here. I could never make myself throw all of that away. Maybe sometime in the near future, I'll go back and relive all the moments from browsing through all the old photos and posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, snap out of it already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 random facts on The Present :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm watching a sketch of SNL featuring a clip of Dora the Explorer and I'm having a WTF moment. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I just got back from Rasta with the Bitch and Azlan. So far, it's been a decent night. I've not died from complete boredom just yet.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've just watched 3 videos today including a Cobra Starship and Black Eyed Peas music video featuring my Nokia N97 phone in it and I'm still having a WTF moment. Watched an ad in Perth featuring my phone too. Watched reruns of my phone's ad on tv. Yes, I am bragging. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I think I'm going to get expelled from school from playing truant almost everyday in a week. And honestly, I'm starting to worry. Noo. Not the frown lines :(&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I absolutely adore the movie The Taking of Pelham 123 and I want to read the book. But I'm afraid I'll just dissapoint myself. Furthermore, I'm broke. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I miss Australia. I miss my cousins. Terribly.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I met a cute guy in Aussy but I don't think it's going anywhere because we're worlds apart.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mum just told me she might be bringing me to Perth again during the Raya break and I cannot wait! (Bet you didn't see that one coming)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mum just said she MIGHT be bringing me and my bros to Perth again in mid November and I.... have to think about it. It's either Perth or a cruise to Eastern Europe or Korea or Paris. Haha. My mum is a wacko when it comes to travelling. I'm so lucky, I know.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finally! 10! OK. Lost the will to blog any further. I'm gonna crash in now. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;10 a. Goodnight and sweet dreams. I'll leave you with a movie trailer that will have you wet your panties in bed. Behold! Jennifer's Body. Hell yeah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VYQ19JM_M1g&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VYQ19JM_M1g&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1429127265455575793-432027712849527701?l=thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com/feeds/432027712849527701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1429127265455575793&amp;postID=432027712849527701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429127265455575793/posts/default/432027712849527701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429127265455575793/posts/default/432027712849527701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-talk-bitch-too.html' title='I Talk Bitch Too!'/><author><name>Caught red handed, Tiffany Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281775422174800649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/TEsCW_JvC3I/AAAAAAAAEKg/3Bt2d5N6UBA/S220/urhr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1429127265455575793.post-7887981290693256888</id><published>2009-08-07T03:56:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T04:16:37.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is one of the funniest shit I've ever read</title><content type='html'>So I was Googling as usual. Then this (below) was what I came across in one of the comment boxes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK Twilight is, I can honestly say the worst book I have ever read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bella: I love you Edward.&lt;br /&gt;Edward: I love you too you are so beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;Bella: No YOU are so beautiful. I love you. You're all sparkly.&lt;br /&gt;Edward: You are the most perfect creature ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1000 pages and 3 books later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bella: I love you Edward.&lt;br /&gt;Edward: I love you you are so beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;Bella: No YOU are so beautiful. I love you. You're all sparkly and now we have a mutant child together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HORRAY! OMFG it's just them proliferating their love for each other for 1000+ pages. And right at the end Smeyer is like JESUS CHRIST I NEED PLOT and throws some crap in. OK Edward is not hot. He is a creepy stalker. he watches her sleep. He won't let her see her friends. He follows her around. He won't let her drive. He beats her up while they're having sex. He gives her a c-section with his teeth. Come on that's gross. Bella is disgusting, falling apart as soon as Edward leaves and only getting some semblance of togetherness back when she finds another guy to take Edward's place. PATHETIC. It seems only tween girls with half a brain enjoy twilight. Every single one of my friends hates Twilight. Thinks it's absolutely ridiculous, the writing is terrible, the characters one dimensional and the plot cliche. We're 18. My sister, who is 13 is in love with Twilight. So are all her friends. They get together and talk about it and how 'awesome' it is and 'how much they love Edward' and how they'just wish Jacob would die'. Basically Twilight is aimed for girls 12-16. Smeyer writes likes she's swallowed a thesaurus and apparently doesn't know the meaning of Purple Prose. And she repeats the same phrases over and over and over again. Chagrin chagrin chagrin. STFU. Her books are riddled with plot holes and discrepancies. How can Edward, who has been dead for nearly 100 years, have sperm, which is alive, and has the capability to father a child. Yeah makes awesome sense. And how can that child even exist. It's not scientifically possible for someone to have 23 chromosomes. It results in down syndrome. Obviously the stupid mormon doesn't believe in proven scientific fact. Or just doesn't research her booksOk and every single character in Twilight is one dimensional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bella: Pathetic Mary Sue&lt;br /&gt;Edward: I love you Bella. And the oldest virgin ever&lt;br /&gt;Jacob: annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's it. That's all the major characters. If you include like Emmett and Jasper and Alice. They don't even have personalities. Alice is just constantly jumping around "horray i just had a vision that we'll all live happily ever after".The best one, in my opinion is Rosalie. Or Jasper. In that movie he looked constipated the entire time. Did he even say anything? &lt;strong&gt;(HAHAHAHAHAHA)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And EDWARD. Apparently the man of every girls dreams? Why because he's pretty. Hey maybe it's just me but I'd be a bit freaked out if my boyfriend started to sparkle. I love the fact that he hasn't got chisseled abs. I've grown up learning that you love a person for who they are, not what they look like. Yet in relation to love, the only thing that Bella ever describes is Edward's looks. Great example for all the kids out there. You look at his personality and you realise he's a stalker. He follows her around, watches her sleep, won't let her see her friends, won't let her drive. He controls her completely and people find this romantic! During sex he beats her black and blue and again, his regret is seen as romantic. He gives her a c-section with his teeth and again, oh so romantic, I would swoon if this happened to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HILARIOUS&lt;/strong&gt;. But I don't agree with them. Not completely, anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1429127265455575793-7887981290693256888?l=thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com/feeds/7887981290693256888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1429127265455575793&amp;postID=7887981290693256888' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429127265455575793/posts/default/7887981290693256888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429127265455575793/posts/default/7887981290693256888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com/2009/08/this-is-one-of-funniest-shit-ive-ever.html' title='This is one of the funniest shit I&apos;ve ever read'/><author><name>Caught red handed, Tiffany Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281775422174800649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/TEsCW_JvC3I/AAAAAAAAEKg/3Bt2d5N6UBA/S220/urhr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1429127265455575793.post-8862387069400807193</id><published>2009-07-23T21:06:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T21:14:21.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Foreplay</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/Smhgre-nrLI/AAAAAAAAD8A/_PNvWUtUc9s/s1600-h/soBwCdeuho74yu23inmIJUr5o1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 399px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 540px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361641656550927538" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/Smhgre-nrLI/AAAAAAAAD8A/_PNvWUtUc9s/s400/soBwCdeuho74yu23inmIJUr5o1_400.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;XXXXXXXX &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;On other things, happy birthday Mum. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1429127265455575793-8862387069400807193?l=thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com/feeds/8862387069400807193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1429127265455575793&amp;postID=8862387069400807193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429127265455575793/posts/default/8862387069400807193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429127265455575793/posts/default/8862387069400807193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com/2009/07/foreplay.html' title='Foreplay'/><author><name>Caught red handed, Tiffany Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281775422174800649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/TEsCW_JvC3I/AAAAAAAAEKg/3Bt2d5N6UBA/S220/urhr.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/Smhgre-nrLI/AAAAAAAAD8A/_PNvWUtUc9s/s72-c/soBwCdeuho74yu23inmIJUr5o1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1429127265455575793.post-9103627087620983281</id><published>2009-07-19T01:24:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T01:43:15.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Birthday Shoutout Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SmIF74lE-aI/AAAAAAAAD74/25BZZk0XJS4/s1600-h/huhu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 281px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359853032882633122" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SmIF74lE-aI/AAAAAAAAD74/25BZZk0XJS4/s400/huhu.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yeah, and that's why celebrating it every other year makes it even more special. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wanted to say.. that I won't be online to update any time soon. So I'm gonna make this as short and as painless as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for all the kind wishes, the presents and cards and the efforts that have been put into proccessing my little yet meaningful celebration. I loved it, I love you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm officially 16. God, what a ride it has been. I'm gonna spend every waking moment appreciating every single minute of everyday while the night is still young. Cheers to that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up, will post 'em pictures. Til then. Off to slumberland now. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1429127265455575793-9103627087620983281?l=thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com/feeds/9103627087620983281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1429127265455575793&amp;postID=9103627087620983281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429127265455575793/posts/default/9103627087620983281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429127265455575793/posts/default/9103627087620983281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com/2009/07/birthday-shoutout-post.html' title='The Birthday Shoutout Post'/><author><name>Caught red handed, Tiffany Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281775422174800649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/TEsCW_JvC3I/AAAAAAAAEKg/3Bt2d5N6UBA/S220/urhr.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SmIF74lE-aI/AAAAAAAAD74/25BZZk0XJS4/s72-c/huhu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1429127265455575793.post-596156444100633376</id><published>2009-07-16T00:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T01:15:26.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dead Silence</title><content type='html'>A phone call. Just a 10 minute long phone call had just left me in trembles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have just received the worst news of my life. I shouldn't even be here right now. I should be there with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt;. I'm feeling all these mixed emotions. I'm confused, frustrated, hurtful, afraid to death, shattered. But I can't make myself to come to tears. Not just yet, not until I've heard about this from he himself. This is unbelievable. I can't take this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You won't be seeing me in school tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1429127265455575793-596156444100633376?l=thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com/feeds/596156444100633376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1429127265455575793&amp;postID=596156444100633376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429127265455575793/posts/default/596156444100633376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429127265455575793/posts/default/596156444100633376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com/2009/07/dead-silence.html' title='Dead Silence'/><author><name>Caught red handed, Tiffany Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281775422174800649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/TEsCW_JvC3I/AAAAAAAAEKg/3Bt2d5N6UBA/S220/urhr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1429127265455575793.post-7065644697986663185</id><published>2009-07-14T19:07:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T12:00:13.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll Never Let You Part</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Song Of The Day - The Scientist by Cold Play&lt;/span&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s385.photobucket.com/albums/oo294/tiffanyang_93/?action=view&amp;amp;current=gttgtg-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i385.photobucket.com/albums/oo294/tiffanyang_93/gttgtg-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoot. It's Tuesday. And we're already in the month of July. Half of the year has practically just gone by in a flash. My birthday is due to this weekend. I'm getting older every stinking minute. But no, hold that thought there. Shouldn't turning 16 years old mark the epitome of my adolescent years? Huh. To hell with that. It's not like I stand a chance of receiving a huge-ass BMW convertible from my parents or have them throw me an exclusive white party and have mega celebrities included on my guests list. That's what you see on MTV. All the glitz and glam, all the wild birthday fantasies coming to reality. Their just not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;your&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; fantasies. There comes a day when you can kiss those flashing fake ID days goodbye, when you can take control of the steering wheel, when you can do anything and not be questioned twice. But not here, not in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Malaysia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;. By right, it's considered as sweet 18 if we're going by Malaysian standards here, that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, the girl ain't complaining. Then again, I probably am. Maybe just the slightest. But one thing's for sure. I'm nonetheless, still am extremely pysched about turning 16 this year as I have truly amazing friends to spend this very special day with. The ones who brings out the best in me, who makes me feel validated. You know who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People always ask me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;what are you afraid of the most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; And I'd always reassure them with the same typical answers such as heights, twisted horror movies, untimely death maybe.. Sure, all of those do in fact apply but still, that doesn't really answers the question for me. The veracity of the fact doesn't completely comply with what's really out there that I'm terrified of. It maybe understated but in truth, I'm afraid of what the future brings. I'm afraid of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;actually&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; growing up. The thought of leaving my comfort zone and settling for something bigger in the real world generally makes me feel uneasy to even begin with. And do not take this the wrong way. I'm not saying this in the sense that I'm like your late Michael Jackson or anything like that. I'm not suffering from the trauma of a broken childhood and never wanting to grow up. But in fact, it's just the planning, the talking, the many hopes for the future... Won't they ever cease?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the same time, I can't help but to speculate about what's to happen tomorrow. Tomorrow, a new day, a fresh start. But always the same routine. Life works itself out eventually, I guess. It works in wonders. Sometimes, when it feels like world as we know it is slowly falling apart and everything seems so bleak at a point you just want to give in.. something good out of nowhere comes out of it. It's best to say that I'm looking forward to what life has instored for me. In the mean time, I'm just going to have to enjoy the ride. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1429127265455575793-7065644697986663185?l=thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com/feeds/7065644697986663185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1429127265455575793&amp;postID=7065644697986663185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429127265455575793/posts/default/7065644697986663185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429127265455575793/posts/default/7065644697986663185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com/2009/07/ill-never-let-you-part.html' title='I&apos;ll Never Let You Part'/><author><name>Caught red handed, Tiffany Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281775422174800649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/TEsCW_JvC3I/AAAAAAAAEKg/3Bt2d5N6UBA/S220/urhr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1429127265455575793.post-2473483591227515575</id><published>2009-07-13T00:08:00.021+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T19:02:38.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe, just maybe, we were meant to be something more</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song Of The Day - 21 Guns by &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Green Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; display: block; height: 400px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357608667553922898" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SloMsoMa_1I/AAAAAAAAD7o/AcxIQgd0874/s400/21st_century_breakdown_album_cover.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;WOOHOO. Their long awaited new album is finally out now! It's taken them almost 5 long grueling years to complete this album. :/ Still, can't wait to get my hands on those CDs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; display: block; height: 296px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357608671175003026" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SloMs1rwS5I/AAAAAAAAD7w/d6wWYbpxJwM/s400/img20090401_003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;You've no idea how much big of a fan I was when I was still in my primary years. Ah yes, the years of innocence. And to actually think I used to have a major thing for the petite, boyish-looking lead singer, Billie Joe Armstrong. (The name doesn't gets any better than that haha) I would sing along to every one of their tracks and nothing else would matter. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I've got approximately 20 minutes to finish up this post or else, I'm gonna have to go to school tomorrow with some really heavy bags under my eyes and a bad split headache to go with. So, a quick note on how my previous night with Jasmine went. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Long story short, the night started out really well but ended up horrible, literally. I'd rather not go into it in detail but the worst of all things that happened was that my phone got hitched and also not to mention, a couple of other belongings got stolen as well. But others than that, the party was great. As long as we had company and some alcohol. Hell yeah. The next morning started on a good note though. I ended up crashing over at Kai Xun's house for a couple of hours while playing &lt;leo_highlight style="border-bottom: 2px solid rgb(255, 255, 150); background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; cursor: pointer; display: inline; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" id="leoHighlights_Underline_0" onclick="leoHighlightsHandleClick('leoHighlights_Underline_0')" onmouseover="leoHighlightsHandleMouseOver('leoHighlights_Underline_0')" onmouseout="leoHighlightsHandleMouseOut('leoHighlights_Underline_0')" leohighlights_keywords="wii" leohighlights_url="http%3A//thebrowserhighlighter.com/leonardo/highlights/keywords?keywords%3Dwii"&gt;Nintendo Wii &lt;/leo_highlight&gt;with Meng. Tons and tons of fun, I'll tell you. Then, went over to Sam's and chilled before I went back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;To Jasmine, happy sixteenth birthday, love. You've been nothing short of an honest, good friend to me. I know I'm always best comfortable with you and that we'd keep in contact and have each others backs even though we're worlds apart. Note that I adore you to bits and I hope you enjoy your birthday. What's left of a few hours of it anyway. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So, keep in mind guys. I'm phoneless at the moment now. Do not text or call because it'll go straight to voice mail. The stupid fuck offed it, probably threw it out the window once he found out my phone was without a body cover. That motherfucking, low life theif should know better than to steal an already broken phone because trust me, my phone is nothing close to lavish. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I hope I get a new phone by my birthday. And a new camera. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And with that last thought, I'm going ahead to sleep now. Sweet dreams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1429127265455575793-2473483591227515575?l=thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com/feeds/2473483591227515575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1429127265455575793&amp;postID=2473483591227515575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429127265455575793/posts/default/2473483591227515575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429127265455575793/posts/default/2473483591227515575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com/2009/07/maybe-just-maybe-we-were-meant-for.html' title='Maybe, just maybe, we were meant to be something more'/><author><name>Caught red handed, Tiffany Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281775422174800649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/TEsCW_JvC3I/AAAAAAAAEKg/3Bt2d5N6UBA/S220/urhr.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SloMsoMa_1I/AAAAAAAAD7o/AcxIQgd0874/s72-c/21st_century_breakdown_album_cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1429127265455575793.post-6121473156223287878</id><published>2009-07-11T11:49:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T23:50:58.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adrenaline</title><content type='html'>I've this song hammered into my head. Do listen, if you may. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2HsJ7CgmIVM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2HsJ7CgmIVM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Smile though your heart is aching&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Smile even though its breaking&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Smile, whats the use of crying?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You'll find that life is still worthwhile&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;If you just smile&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm much anticipated for today as I'm going to celebrate Jasmine's sweet sixteen at Coco. God, words can't even begin to express how much I've missed her. Have a fun weekend, y'all cause I know I will. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1429127265455575793-6121473156223287878?l=thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com/feeds/6121473156223287878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1429127265455575793&amp;postID=6121473156223287878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429127265455575793/posts/default/6121473156223287878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429127265455575793/posts/default/6121473156223287878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com/2009/07/adrenaline.html' title='Adrenaline'/><author><name>Caught red handed, Tiffany Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281775422174800649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/TEsCW_JvC3I/AAAAAAAAEKg/3Bt2d5N6UBA/S220/urhr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1429127265455575793.post-974713956991236474</id><published>2009-06-27T21:24:00.022+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T01:39:27.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do or be done... Or let's rephrase that, shall we?</title><content type='html'>I'm listening to Michael Jackson tracks over and over again. And Coldplay, too ever since I watched their MTV live performance on tv. Both really great, healing music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sitting my ass in on a Saturday night. Oh, how wonderful. I was supposed to go to the movies but I was not able to book tickets and frankly speaking, I was so unbearably tired from this morning's Hari Keusahawan at school. Immediately collapsed on my bed the minute I reached home and snoozed like a pig. So, I had to cancel today's outing. Hmm, maybe tomorrow I shall..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's almost a full three weeks since I got back from sunnyville, Japan. And oh, how I miss it so very much. I miss the atmosphere, the unfamiliarity, the getting-use-to, the constant pouring rain, see-through umbrellas (that you could only see in two places - Japan and Taiwan), the daily 7 hours walk on foot around the city, the underground train, the large crowd of man in blacks after 6pm, the salmon sashimi, the little cute restaurant that me and mum used to have brunch at everyday, the creative shops at Shibuya, the Lollita dolls and Kimono girls at Harajuku, the big Apple and Snoopy store, all pretty things we get to see and then purchase, all the sweet (and sour) memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I'm back, I'd have to succumb to my studies. Have my full attention towards my books, and more books. Just yesterday, dad gave me the study pep talk 101. He says he had it all planed out : Get straight As then get a scolarship, which I know, will save so much money and effort to get me to somewhere far. Or if that fails, and I get at least Bs/A2s, then it's foundaton of science for me after highschool then dad would ship me off to Russia to study meds until I turn 40. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's pretty much the "plan". Let's picture the future, shall we? I sail away happily into the sun to Russia. Then, I reach there. I don't know how to speak shit so I'd have to adapt. 6 years have passed.. And maybe somewhere in those years, I hook up with a Russian hunk and develope a relationship? Or not because I'm just too much of a physco nerd sinking my teeth into my stacks and stacks of science books! So dum la di dum. I graduate. I've my square hat and a broaden smile plastered across my face. I feel happy, I feel the weightlessness. My parents flew 3 thousand miles from home to come see me. They approach me and hug me. They say this with so much dignity : "I am so proud of you." With tears of joy rolling down their cheeks. I cry too, because I've missed them so terribly and have alomst forgotten how much they've not changed. But physically, they've aged. And so have I. I've grown into an elderly working women. Perhaps a couple of years working at the goverment's wouldn't kill. Then, I would further my studies and branch into a specialist major. By the time I'm 40, I'm a surgeon. I cut open somebody, I save a life. I get a whole load of smelly, hard-earned pay. I give them to my parents and I'm glad I'm able to be in this position to know that I'm capable of providing them with stability and care. But what about me? Am I really happy? Does any of this really defines any part of me? Have I become ugly, and sad? In the end of the day, I go home fatigued to an empty apartment. I speak of only myself and work. Work. Work. Work. And probably, I'll get like, 9 cats and eventually die as a virgin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA-H.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I take it back. Or I would just turn out to be really really happy and breed lots and lots of doctor Jrs. Nah, that didn't come out right either way. But that's just a stupid story. I'm not quite sure what I'm supposed to do in life but whatever it is, I hope it's the right one I choose that would lead me to a good place in the very end. But just for the heck of it. You wanna really know what's my secret ambition? &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Shh&lt;/span&gt;. Come a lil' closer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to make the world into a better place and above all, &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;be happy&lt;/span&gt; while I'm at it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;My Dream List&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;1. Go to Hollywood. Be a movie critic/ an actress and speed my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt; way to super stardom!&lt;br /&gt;2. Become a journalist or have my own magazine. Imagine my o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;wn magazine on newstands in New York. Oh, joy.&lt;br /&gt;3. Collaborate with Eliqa and join forces to build our very own clothing line from scratch. We've already came up with a brilliant name for it, too - "Tiffany&amp;amp;Liqa", the next Dolce&amp;amp;Gabanna, if I may. And everyone would die to be seen in our couture dresses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;4. Or when it boils down to reality, what the heck. Let's do this. You can call me Dr. Ang. Oops, and with a Phd, too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;5. I've always been fascinated with the idea of actually becom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;ing a pilot but my dad would beg to differ. He's a sexict, he thinks it's not a job fit for a young lady such as myself. PFFF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SkYz2tBYWOI/AAAAAAAAD7g/dyPzJ7nkTAE/s1600-h/brains.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 281px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352022222067751138" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SkYz2tBYWOI/AAAAAAAAD7g/dyPzJ7nkTAE/s400/brains.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fuck it. I'm better than this. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;:)&lt;span style="font-size:90;"&gt;&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/1429127265455575793-974713956991236474?l=thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com/feeds/974713956991236474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1429127265455575793&amp;postID=974713956991236474' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429127265455575793/posts/default/974713956991236474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429127265455575793/posts/default/974713956991236474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com/2009/06/do-or-be-done.html' title='Do or be done... Or let&apos;s rephrase that, shall we?'/><author><name>Caught red handed, Tiffany Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281775422174800649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/TEsCW_JvC3I/AAAAAAAAEKg/3Bt2d5N6UBA/S220/urhr.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SkYz2tBYWOI/AAAAAAAAD7g/dyPzJ7nkTAE/s72-c/brains.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1429127265455575793.post-2358523918160759371</id><published>2009-06-27T00:58:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T15:16:18.458+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Jackson Reaction</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;He is the man known for his crotch holding dance moves, the "moon walk" and the whole wind-in-the-hair act. He is the most famous &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;black or white&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; male artist. Nevertheless, he has influenced so many with his music. I, personally grew up listening to his music and have always been admirable of him. He is the one and only Michael Jackson. He is an icon, a legend. And he shall forever live on in our hearts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s385.photobucket.com/albums/oo294/tiffanyang_93/?action=view&amp;amp;current=MJackson_0424769_400.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i385.photobucket.com/albums/oo294/tiffanyang_93/MJackson_0424769_400.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;In Loving Memory of The King of Pop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div 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life out of me? Why does it feel as if I'm not &lt;span&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;? I'm sensing that I'm being oblivious to the world, to everything. I'm remaining aloof to the outside world. Everything seems to be all over the place and I have just completely lost the will to pick up the pieces. At times, I think that life holds no more tricks againts me. Where is the surprise element to it? Does it take a sea of change just to realize my role in this unfamiliar place? I had high hopes for so many things, things that are immaterial. But all those things that I yearned for seems so irealevent now. Now, I just wish for something new, something &lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;unexpected&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;u&gt;.&lt;/u&gt; Something different that doesn't defines me . The world can seem forlorn and unwelcoming at some point but that is just the way some people may tend to look at it. Breathe.. I just have to remember to breathe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1429127265455575793-7501221631863769061?l=thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com/feeds/7501221631863769061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1429127265455575793&amp;postID=7501221631863769061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429127265455575793/posts/default/7501221631863769061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429127265455575793/posts/default/7501221631863769061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com/2009/06/seasons-have-changed-so-have-we.html' title='The Seasons Have Changed &amp; So Have We'/><author><name>Caught red handed, Tiffany Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281775422174800649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/TEsCW_JvC3I/AAAAAAAAEKg/3Bt2d5N6UBA/S220/urhr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1429127265455575793.post-5206984198956305310</id><published>2009-06-06T21:43:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T22:22:58.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Can't Be Me, I'm A Rock Star</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song Of The Day - Rock Star Poser by N.E.R.D. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Entry #2 Tokyo, Japan.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344211985774787906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 261px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/Sip0fHh9vUI/AAAAAAAAD6w/vzBjaefEETA/s400/first1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Scoot over, Kanye! Cause I think Pharrell Williams is The hottest rapper to date. Ain't he just cute? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Aiks, so today was an extremely long and tiring day as me and mum followed the city's day tour to Mount Fuji. I just walked back from the train station after dinner while mum left me here to rott in the hotel room while she is currently at the restaurant next door having seafood pizza. :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A quick one on the tour. Well, we woke up around 6 am and had a bus ride for almost 4 hours to get to the mountain. Later on, we went on ferri rides and the cable car. The only thing that is worthwhile was definitely the view. It was so cold and the mist was probably blocking everything out of clear view but I could still manage to snap a few shots of the view of the mountains and nature. Truly amazing and breathetaking. After the tour, it was late dinner and some shopping at Harajuku. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mum and I are planning to go on our last shopping spree in Harajuku + Shibuya tomorrow since it'll officially be our very last day here in oh so very beautiful Japan. *sniffs* :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Then again, my heart calls out to home too. I miss my brothers, I my cosy bed, I miss the bitch, I miss the bestfriend, I miss you. Aw, how time really flies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344218932289627058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/Sip6zdUKY7I/AAAAAAAAD64/ni-u4RxdX2Y/s400/naked.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hehehe. Me + not-so-butt-naked-mum + Sam. The picture says it all. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lights out now. Nightie night. Big day coming up tomorrow. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1429127265455575793-5206984198956305310?l=thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com/feeds/5206984198956305310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1429127265455575793&amp;postID=5206984198956305310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429127265455575793/posts/default/5206984198956305310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429127265455575793/posts/default/5206984198956305310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com/2009/06/you-cant-be-me-im-rock-star.html' title='You Can&apos;t Be Me, I&apos;m A Rock Star'/><author><name>Caught red handed, Tiffany Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281775422174800649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/TEsCW_JvC3I/AAAAAAAAEKg/3Bt2d5N6UBA/S220/urhr.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/Sip0fHh9vUI/AAAAAAAAD6w/vzBjaefEETA/s72-c/first1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1429127265455575793.post-199845631862053691</id><published>2009-05-31T14:28:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T22:15:34.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>From The Queen Of Japan To The Hounds Of Hell</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song Of The Day - Nice Buddy by Puffy Ami Yumi&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;(hahax10)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341874547942828930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SiImmVDVK4I/AAAAAAAAD6Y/zkSxa9eePEM/s400/Picture+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341874546685526866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SiImmQXkQ1I/AAAAAAAAD6g/49oyvUuLAT4/s400/Picture+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Entry #1 Tokyo, Japan.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hello, sweets! Yes, I'm blogging all the way from Japan, whether you may belive it or not. I'm making good use of the hotel's WiFi and I'm looooving the feel of it. Being where I am right now, I'm facing the sideview of my room window while webcamming on msn with Alex and Sam and Bryan all at the same time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today wasn't very much productive. Afterall, it has only ben our first day since our arrival from the aiport, just couple of hours ago, without a doubt there's still alot more to venture. &lt;em&gt;Rewind, rewind.&lt;/em&gt; So, it was still broad daylight when our airport limo came to pick me and mum up form home then left straight for the terminal after a minute or two freaking out over our luggages (because we started packing only 2 hours before). Got a call and text from Meng and the guys. Aww! Damn! I miss you guys already! So then on, to the airport. We had a little something to eat at the cafe before we boarded. Hot plate of lasagna and ceaser salad to be exact. Mhmmm mm. God, help me. Cause I can't stand aeroplane food and that piece of hot plate was the only thing I had that is anything close to REAL GOOD FOOD that could last me for 8 hours long during the flight and not have me dying of hunger and tormentment. It's easy to say that I skipped the whole meal during the flight. Yucks! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After landing in Tokyo, we caught a shutter bus to Shinjuku where we were warmly greeted by a local who mum met from a host-travelling programme. He goes by the name of Takana-san. How I love japanese names. :) And sitting in the rear backseat of the taxi, just listening to the locals exchanging talks in their native language, is so fascinating. Then, it was hotel check-in. Our room's pretty cosy, not your average 5 star hotel but it's good enough. At least there're no cockcroaches and bugs crawling out under the bed, I'm cool. Argh! Bad Bangkok experience! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Basically, we just walked around the streets nearby including Harajuku but since the day decided to pour down on us, we couldn't manage to see much of the "weirdos in disguise". Got to catch a glimpse of a few ones though. Most of them dressed up in costumes and wigs and had on these really freaky, twsited eye lenses. And my mum kept nugding me to snap pics of them as if they're some kinda mega celebrity haha. Will post 'em up when I get home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now, my leg is bruised with blisters all over and one side of my shoulder feels like it's partially dislocated from all the walking and shopping. Grrr! Need to go now. Will blog soon! All my love! &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/1429127265455575793-199845631862053691?l=thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com/feeds/199845631862053691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1429127265455575793&amp;postID=199845631862053691' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429127265455575793/posts/default/199845631862053691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429127265455575793/posts/default/199845631862053691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com/2009/05/from-queen-of-japan-to-hounds-of-hell.html' title='From The Queen Of Japan To The Hounds Of Hell'/><author><name>Caught red handed, Tiffany Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281775422174800649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/TEsCW_JvC3I/AAAAAAAAEKg/3Bt2d5N6UBA/S220/urhr.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SiImmVDVK4I/AAAAAAAAD6Y/zkSxa9eePEM/s72-c/Picture+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1429127265455575793.post-4101148608094125321</id><published>2009-05-30T00:43:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T15:16:09.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm On The Top Of The World</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Song Of The Day - No Boundaries by Kris Allen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damnit, I'm so addicted to that song. He sounds 10 times better in studio than live, really. Somehow, I think that he deserves to win although I was rooting for Adam to take home the title but that's just old news huh. Well, I'm glad the show has come to a closure. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells, I can't stay online for long. I only have less than 2 hours to pack for my trip. In a few hours time, I'd be on a plane flying to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Tokyo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Japan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; I'm excited for so many things. One of them is the amount of stuff I would buy, but then would feel really really bad after wards and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Harujuku street, &lt;/span&gt;ho yeah! It's like how I told Jass and Celest yesterday, in M'sia you see Mat rempits and dumfuck lalas but in the Japan, you see Harujuku girls. It's gonna be like a breath of fresh air haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna miss the guys.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; :(&lt;/span&gt; Will update after a week in paradise.&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1429127265455575793-4101148608094125321?l=thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com/feeds/4101148608094125321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1429127265455575793&amp;postID=4101148608094125321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429127265455575793/posts/default/4101148608094125321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429127265455575793/posts/default/4101148608094125321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-on-top-of-world.html' title='I&apos;m On The Top Of The World'/><author><name>Caught red handed, Tiffany Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281775422174800649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/TEsCW_JvC3I/AAAAAAAAEKg/3Bt2d5N6UBA/S220/urhr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1429127265455575793.post-9048968018050693829</id><published>2009-05-10T13:03:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T20:58:28.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shove Your Hope Where It Don't Shine</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Song Of The Day - Love Sex &amp;amp; Magic by Ciara ft. Justin Timberlake &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gmy6yvOC_0I&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gmy6yvOC_0I&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so there's no doubt that Ciara is NOT A DUDE. Haha, I think this video's real sexed up. It kinda make my eyes go wide open for the first time watching it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, sorry but I'm just gonna do a real short one today. I just got back from oyou. Was initially planning to study but obviously, that didn't work out. I ended up spending hours at the mall. But it was somehow worth it, cause I had good brunch today+ I've bought alotta new toys. Books, to be exact. Literature and as nostalgic as it is, the PRIVATE series. Nostalgic because I could recall those vivid times where Liqa and I would dig into them and after we're done, we'd talk about how we'd picture Thomas Pearson to look like and how those steamy intimate love scenes with Reed would send tingling shrills down our spines and make our inside twirl. We could finish one book in just a single day, moreover, in school. Yeah, it was that worth a read. But others than that, recently I've been so weared out to the bones and my mind perplexed. I've been deprived of sleep and not to mention&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;MID-TERMS ARE NEXT WEEK, FOR TWO FUGGING WEEKS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;%^$@#*#$%@#$@%&amp;amp;#!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighs, I'm praying that a miracle would somehow magically work on me and that I would NOT fail miserably. That's not too much to ask for, right? Gotta go for dinner now, tatas! Will attempt to study later, I perhaps. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that last note, Happy Mother's Day, to all mums &amp;amp; especially to my very own. Are you guys aware that my mum is the coolest mum, EVER? Yes, my mum speeds red lights and on various occasions, &lt;u&gt;drifts&lt;/u&gt; with her car. HA-HA. She watches Beverly Hills 90210 and she has Facebook. My mum wears baggy jeans than opposed to your typical 90's mum jeans for crying out loud. She is one hell of an awesome women and I love her although she gives me the pain in the ass sometimes. But, doesn't all mums do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Til the next time. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1429127265455575793-9048968018050693829?l=thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com/feeds/9048968018050693829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1429127265455575793&amp;postID=9048968018050693829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429127265455575793/posts/default/9048968018050693829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429127265455575793/posts/default/9048968018050693829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com/2009/05/shove-your-hope-where-it-dont-shine.html' title='Shove Your Hope Where It Don&apos;t Shine'/><author><name>Caught red handed, Tiffany Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281775422174800649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/TEsCW_JvC3I/AAAAAAAAEKg/3Bt2d5N6UBA/S220/urhr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1429127265455575793.post-267824510690604701</id><published>2009-04-30T20:12:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T21:50:40.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Loose Lips, Sink Ships</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Without even realizing in the moment, I then found his lips against mine&lt;br /&gt;And the whole time, we were both standing&lt;br /&gt;Hands apart, and lips tightened against each others&lt;br /&gt;Awkward, and even uncomfortable, almost&lt;br /&gt;Then only when I suddenly start to feel the tip of his tongue emerging in&lt;br /&gt;Exploring all corners of my mouth&lt;br /&gt;This kiss felt urgent. A sweet trembling kiss. But I did not hold back&lt;br /&gt;Instead I was driven irresistibly by some inner force I would not escape, and so I respond to it&lt;br /&gt;I scarcely know what was happening from that fatal moment&lt;br /&gt;I closed my eyes, and allow my tongue to meet with his&lt;br /&gt;At some point, I managed to pull away just to catch my breathe&lt;br /&gt;Then before I knew it, we were both back to where we started from&lt;br /&gt;Our lips drew nearer, and clung into a second kiss&lt;br /&gt;This time, it was a long, steady kiss&lt;br /&gt;Our lips touched, and our tongue worked harmoniously&lt;br /&gt;My body clasped into his arms, all my senses thrilled at his delicous touch&lt;br /&gt;His lips were soft and sweet&lt;br /&gt;It was the kind of kiss that left me dreamy and with sweaty palms&lt;br /&gt;So much ecstasy all at once, but I felt oddly in control of myself&lt;br /&gt;A rush of great emotion takes me over bodily&lt;br /&gt;We forced our lips apart and then, it was over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Secret #089 : your the one mistake I do not regret making. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1429127265455575793-267824510690604701?l=thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com/feeds/267824510690604701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1429127265455575793&amp;postID=267824510690604701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429127265455575793/posts/default/267824510690604701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429127265455575793/posts/default/267824510690604701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com/2009/04/loose-lips-sink-ships.html' title='Loose Lips, Sink Ships'/><author><name>Caught red handed, Tiffany Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281775422174800649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/TEsCW_JvC3I/AAAAAAAAEKg/3Bt2d5N6UBA/S220/urhr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1429127265455575793.post-180287752707123283</id><published>2009-04-17T19:38:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T13:57:52.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonderwall</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: left;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Song Of The Day - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Falling Slowly by Glen Hansard &amp;amp; Marketa Irglova&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;HIIIIII A THOUSAND TIMES. :) I'm finally in the mood to blog now since I left my blog han&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;ging dead here for the past couple of weeks, or even worse, gonna due to MONTHS if I'd n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;ot co&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;me online and be typing this shit out right now, heeeeh. Plus, I gotta say, I'm pretty excited just rig&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;ht about now. Cause first of all, it's a friday! Which means the weekends are right around &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;cor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;er&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; oh boy, how I really longed for it. I'm not gonna lie, it's been kinda dreary for the past wee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;k as I'v&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;e officially started all my tuition classes, every single week day. Argh, just thinking about next week makes me feel dreadful, stressed, indignant, and at the same time, feeling like banging &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;my head on the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;But oh wells. Updates updates. What've I been doing besides school. During almo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;st every weekend, I would totaly feel uneasily guilty for using up my time when I'm supposed to study to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;go out and shop and eat and movies. It's becoming more of a routine. Went ice skating with Alex &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Meng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; at Sunway with Sam. And then, there's the random outings with Jassie. I was supposed to go S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;peedzone in K.L. but that didn't worked out. Arif and the guys managed to go and I me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;t up wi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;th them brie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;fly with the rest at Curve and afterwards it's just movies and pool. I've never had the desire to s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;qu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;eze in some time for study, it's like, I want to do it but I always fail to attempt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Thus, my mou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;ntain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; pile of essays, chemistry equations, logarithm exercises, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;practically unto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;uched. I hope I can mak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;e myself to do better the next time, it's the least I can try.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Anyhow, I just got off facebook. Saving all the pics we took using Carol's superb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; camera. Classes are indeed more less boring when there're the guys. They tend to bring out the worst in me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;. And worst as in, getting all high and sasau. Okay, haha so maybe that only applies to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Hami. T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;at ja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;ckass is never in a bad mood. Isn't that right, Hami. :) We take ugly pictures a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;nd make silly. We're cool just like that. Aww, I heart these guys. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I've been devouring music alot even though I'm getting the feeling that my ipod n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;eeds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; a l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;ittle update. And on boy, did you watched Kris Allen's and Adam Lambert's performance on Idol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;? The&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;'re both really talented and I'm just astonished by them. But I'm rooting for Adam to wi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;n, just c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;ause he&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;'s done so consistantly good every week and he's versatile above all. I liked him when he sang Mad World, something melodic and simple and something that's just completely differe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;nt from th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; rock side of him that we've become so familiar of. That performance bared this other side o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;f him, showing just how talented he is. When he sang Born To Be Wild last night, it was..well the title gives it a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;wa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;y now, ain't it? My family and I were laughing and cheering right at the end of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;performance, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;when he reached these crazy high notes and the lights were everywhere and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;it looked like the whole &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; was about to explode, literally speaking. But it was definitely good enough to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; win &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;me over. Not to men&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;tion, Matt Giraud! He's so deserved to be saved by the judges, they certainly made&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; a good call. He has the chops to make it but I don't know if he'll be better than Lambert seing the fa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;ct that he's more into the R&amp;amp;B genre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;but if he turns out to be in the finals, I hope it's because of his tal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;ent and ge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;nuinity. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;ATTENTION TO SAM : I'VE GOT YR PICS, BITCH. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Ever since I've lost my beautiful and very much missed Leica camera, I've been d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;epres&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;ed for not being able to capture any shots, or anything at all. So what's left now is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; a bunch of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; old &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;netball pictures I've not been able to upload in the past but now, it's here to be previewed, finally. I was starting to worry that it's to become ancient history. So about ancient history, we h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;ad a netball tournament at Asunta and this happened like a few months ago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I'm just gonna make&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;his &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;real short and brief so that the pain of defeat won't revisit me again haha. Doubtful, but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;oh wells what &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;the heck right? We did our very best and it's all that's enough. So basically, Tropz went c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;ompe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;ting againts, if I'm not mistaken, SMK BU1, Abdul Samad and some anonymous school. The game againt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; BU1 was overall okay since we managed to pull in a few points behind them but Abdul Samad w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;s the joy killer. We had our chances of winning and we took it. Even thoug&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;h we didn't made it into the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; finals, at least we didn't died trying. Cause A.S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; was really murdering &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;us out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;n the field. Fuck. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;So, here're netball pics + school. Scroll. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://s385.photobucket.com/albums/oo294/tiffanyang_93/?action=view&amp;amp;current=us.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i385.photobucket.com/albums/oo294/tiffanyang_93/us.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;HOMITIFFAMIERLEX, YEAH :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/Seh4VL0ErQI/AAAAAAAAD6A/vp0hxUoFHw0/s1600-h/3050_84973552760_642807760_1741474_3125666_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/Seh4VL0ErQI/AAAAAAAAD6A/vp0hxUoFHw0/s400/3050_84973552760_642807760_1741474_3125666_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325638864709397762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/Seh4U52T_4I/AAAAAAAAD54/_-Ef1T8jgoM/s1600-h/3050_84973542760_642807760_1741473_2379257_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/Seh4U52T_4I/AAAAAAAAD54/_-Ef1T8jgoM/s400/3050_84973542760_642807760_1741473_2379257_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325638859886952322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/Seh4U5OdTGI/AAAAAAAAD5w/bVkYM0plwss/s1600-h/3050_84973532760_642807760_1741472_1493239_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/Seh4U5OdTGI/AAAAAAAAD5w/bVkYM0plwss/s400/3050_84973532760_642807760_1741472_1493239_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325638859719789666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/Seh3nd9KDXI/AAAAAAAAD5g/yufYcLNRmTo/s1600-h/3050_84973492760_642807760_1741465_2535869_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/Seh3nd9KDXI/AAAAAAAAD5g/yufYcLNRmTo/s400/3050_84973492760_642807760_1741465_2535869_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325638079305354610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;hamiiiiiiiiiiiiii.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/Seh3nGiQoNI/AAAAAAAAD5I/rO-H-RT0m1s/s1600-h/3050_84973472760_642807760_1741461_3903602_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/Seh3nGiQoNI/AAAAAAAAD5I/rO-H-RT0m1s/s400/3050_84973472760_642807760_1741461_3903602_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325638073018523858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i feel violated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/Seh1LPJXTrI/AAAAAAAAD44/fc6oM7qBcVI/s1600-h/3050_84068157760_642807760_1730255_6556404_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/Seh1LPJXTrI/AAAAAAAAD44/fc6oM7qBcVI/s400/3050_84068157760_642807760_1730255_6556404_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325635395270430386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;hahaha alex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/Seh1Kt2J6jI/AAAAAAAAD4g/AgG8R0NbQaY/s1600-h/3050_84068127760_642807760_1730251_8106790_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/Seh1Kt2J6jI/AAAAAAAAD4g/AgG8R0NbQaY/s400/3050_84068127760_642807760_1730251_8106790_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325635386331490866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;THIS IS PICTURE OF THE YEAR. LOOK AT SHAM'S ZOMBIE FACE. HA HA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SehwfeKDBgI/AAAAAAAAD4Q/gtyT1i78Tgc/s1600-h/my.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SehwfeKDBgI/AAAAAAAAD4Q/gtyT1i78Tgc/s400/my.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325630245339072002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/Seh3m8y0tbI/AAAAAAAAD5A/VnNu8kMg4J0/s1600-h/3050_84068312760_642807760_1730283_6204624_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/Seh3m8y0tbI/AAAAAAAAD5A/VnNu8kMg4J0/s400/3050_84068312760_642807760_1730283_6204624_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325638070403642802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SehwfKE3M8I/AAAAAAAAD4A/T3oe5FCPrJw/s1600-h/L1030427.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SehwfKE3M8I/AAAAAAAAD4A/T3oe5FCPrJw/s400/L1030427.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325630239948616642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;netball warm ups.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/Sehwe4j_NqI/AAAAAAAAD34/iaeDICsbDJM/s1600-h/L1030420.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/Sehwe4j_NqI/AAAAAAAAD34/iaeDICsbDJM/s400/L1030420.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325630235247326882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sammie coaching chey chey. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SehwejAfBEI/AAAAAAAAD3w/Z7M7jVFOMjE/s1600-h/L1030418.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SehwejAfBEI/AAAAAAAAD3w/Z7M7jVFOMjE/s400/L1030418.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325630229461271618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SehrcQJqMyI/AAAAAAAAD3o/A3J_ZUSmees/s1600-h/L1030412.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SehrcQJqMyI/AAAAAAAAD3o/A3J_ZUSmees/s400/L1030412.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325624692481602338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Syafiqa + me on the field. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SehrcSGaPBI/AAAAAAAAD3g/l4r_MaSjJoE/s1600-h/L1030410.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SehrcSGaPBI/AAAAAAAAD3g/l4r_MaSjJoE/s400/L1030410.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325624693004844050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;they're huge, compared to me. -_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SehrbiqA6EI/AAAAAAAAD3I/6kVwHQRAXnE/s1600-h/L1030385.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SehrbiqA6EI/AAAAAAAAD3I/6kVwHQRAXnE/s400/L1030385.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325624680269277250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/Sehrb9uExpI/AAAAAAAAD3Q/m-4LawRzAWA/s1600-h/L1030393.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/Sehrb9uExpI/AAAAAAAAD3Q/m-4LawRzAWA/s400/L1030393.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325624687534065298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;under 15-team. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;TRALALA, BYE WORLD. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1429127265455575793-180287752707123283?l=thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com/feeds/180287752707123283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1429127265455575793&amp;postID=180287752707123283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429127265455575793/posts/default/180287752707123283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429127265455575793/posts/default/180287752707123283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com/2009/04/wonderwall.html' title='Wonderwall'/><author><name>Caught red handed, Tiffany Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281775422174800649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/TEsCW_JvC3I/AAAAAAAAEKg/3Bt2d5N6UBA/S220/urhr.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/Seh4VL0ErQI/AAAAAAAAD6A/vp0hxUoFHw0/s72-c/3050_84973552760_642807760_1741474_3125666_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1429127265455575793.post-7110424426324268959</id><published>2009-04-08T21:51:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T20:51:11.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hide my head I wanna drown my sorrow</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/a8RXQQdsQ2w&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/a8RXQQdsQ2w&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sorry, I'm being all self-indulgent here. But I'm still kinda in the heat of the moment, aha. And  I can't seem to stop this song from playing on repeat in my head! Adam Lambert gave an awesome performance. The chill feeling to it, oooh I like. :) Plus he kinda looks better this week, no? I'm rooting for him all the way, man. I'm off to get supper now. *humming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; Mad World&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;* :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1429127265455575793-7110424426324268959?l=thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com/feeds/7110424426324268959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1429127265455575793&amp;postID=7110424426324268959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429127265455575793/posts/default/7110424426324268959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429127265455575793/posts/default/7110424426324268959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com/2009/04/hide-my-head-i-wanna-drown-my-sorrow.html' title='Hide my head I wanna drown my sorrow'/><author><name>Caught red handed, Tiffany Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281775422174800649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/TEsCW_JvC3I/AAAAAAAAEKg/3Bt2d5N6UBA/S220/urhr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1429127265455575793.post-3382439629449519806</id><published>2009-04-08T20:18:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T20:49:09.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Make Way!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;I'm back, bitches.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Nyaha, okay but maybe not for long.&lt;br /&gt;I just had my butt dragged back from physics tuition. Seriously, honestly, I sort of like and dislike physics? Yes, I think it kinda works simultaneously that way. Everytime when it seem like I got IT, then something ELSE more complex comes along and just completely, slits my brain right down the middle. Have I told you I'm having tuition classes everyday during weekdays now? So, less time for blogging and more time for endless classes. Argh. Wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna watch American Idol now, so tata! I'll update, maybe, some other time. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SdyX_WGAxxI/AAAAAAAAD3A/a0l0NnZHiQQ/s1600-h/TheKills.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 359px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SdyX_WGAxxI/AAAAAAAAD3A/a0l0NnZHiQQ/s400/TheKills.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322295974163433234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"U R A Fever, You ain't born typical!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're the best underground band alive! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THE KILLS &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;are the bombshell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Somehow, she kinda reminds me of the drummer from  White Stripes, nods? no? Heeeeh.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/1429127265455575793-3382439629449519806?l=thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com/feeds/3382439629449519806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1429127265455575793&amp;postID=3382439629449519806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429127265455575793/posts/default/3382439629449519806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429127265455575793/posts/default/3382439629449519806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com/2009/04/make-way.html' title='Make Way!'/><author><name>Caught red handed, Tiffany Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281775422174800649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/TEsCW_JvC3I/AAAAAAAAEKg/3Bt2d5N6UBA/S220/urhr.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SdyX_WGAxxI/AAAAAAAAD3A/a0l0NnZHiQQ/s72-c/TheKills.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1429127265455575793.post-3657227492770502185</id><published>2009-03-15T17:28:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T02:28:22.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So, We're Back To Square One</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song Of The Day - Sour Cherry by The Kills&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Say hello to the holidays. Cause I'm gonna really soak it in this time and nobody or nothing is gonna make me do otherwise. Okay, so maybe not afterall seing the fact that I'm most probably gonna get grounded later on when my parents get back from their business trip from Bangkok and yeap, that just might be my ticket for doomsday. Well, at least, for now hopefully. Why the sad face, you ask? It's a fucking long story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've put my updating on hold for the past week and missed sharing all the juciy-or-not-so-juicy deets on what's been going on lately. Well, seems now I have room to make up for it. Exams were due til last Friday. Frankly, I didn't have any idea what I was getting myself into when I signed up for pure science, a pure pain in the ass, that is until I start diggin into my work and actualy studying for once since umm, last year? Haha. To sum it up, all science subjects were okay except maybe for my Chemistry. I thought I handled my Addmaths paper pretty well til I found out from Sam I only passed with a 55%. So, just scrap that. -_-""&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Another bummer. Last week, Jasmine told me that she heard the dj on the radio annoucning that Rihanna's concert would be rescheduled to 12th of March. In fact, sorry to burst your bubble but it wasn't. It was more like the announcement of the rescheduled date instead of the actual concert happening on the day itself! I found that a day before the 12th so you could only imagine how fucked up it all went ugh. Enough of the shitload for one day, let's talk music. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've been an ipod junkie these couple of day, I gotta admit. So why bottle it all in, eh? These are a few amazing tracks I've been listening to on repeat now and then. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lovers In Japan - Coldplay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ooh Yeah - Moby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I Woke Up Today - Port O'Brien&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bom Bom Bom - Living Things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I Like It Rough - Lady Gaga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Walking With A Ghost - Tegan &amp;amp; Sara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Rich Women - Robert Plant &amp;amp; Alison Krauss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Kids - MGMT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Morning Tide - The Little Ones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Closer - Kings Of Leon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bruises - Chairlift&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Eucalyptus - The Deadly Syndrome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;5 Years Time - Noah &amp;amp; The Whale &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313369853030440546" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 267px; height: 400px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SbzhutomHmI/AAAAAAAAD2g/nBgNgU69gAQ/s400/dede.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Eye candy Noah &amp;amp; The Whale lead singer, Charlie Fink looks a bit like John Mayer, no? Just without Jennifer Aniston on his side. Heeeeeh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Onto other things. Zai Lii's birthday bash during the weekend was okay, a tad bit boring though haha. We ended up goofin' arond with Zen all night long and it was good ol'd times. Right after exam ended, Doreen called me up and we eventually went to Barcelona with a couple of budds. Not my kinda preference, but some of the songs played on the dancefloor were kinda good. Later on we went to Hartamas for supper. Yesterday, made it up to Jasmine by meeting her up at oneyou for Marley &amp;amp; Me and lunch. We were sobbing right at the end of the movie and to think of it, we cried for the sake of a dog. HA HA. Wtf? The movie was pretty decent. We head on to play foos and pool after and it got pretty addictive. I hope to see you real soon, love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dinner awaits! Happy hols!&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/1429127265455575793-3657227492770502185?l=thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com/feeds/3657227492770502185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1429127265455575793&amp;postID=3657227492770502185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429127265455575793/posts/default/3657227492770502185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429127265455575793/posts/default/3657227492770502185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com/2009/03/back-to-square-one.html' title='So, We&apos;re Back To Square One'/><author><name>Caught red handed, Tiffany Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281775422174800649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/TEsCW_JvC3I/AAAAAAAAEKg/3Bt2d5N6UBA/S220/urhr.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SbzhutomHmI/AAAAAAAAD2g/nBgNgU69gAQ/s72-c/dede.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1429127265455575793.post-1944422753322566595</id><published>2009-03-02T18:45:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T18:54:54.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuckstration 101</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Song Of The Day - My Heart by Paramore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s385.photobucket.com/albums/oo294/tiffanyang_93/?action=view&amp;amp;current=dede.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i385.photobucket.com/albums/oo294/tiffanyang_93/dede.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I know this is so old news but I dont give a rats ass. I'm out to vent about this nevertheless. I hate Chris Brown for canceling the concert. I hate that he brusied her up like that. I hate how she couldn't defend herself and to let this happen. I feel so relentlessly sorry for her and yet, I want my money back for the tickets. nyaha ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I just got home from sukantara, which I was an hou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;rs late for. That didn't do me any good since I missed the whole fucked up thing in the very end. I could be sleeping my ass off right this instance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm not on my very good side right now. I've been like this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;since last weekend. I don't feel like wrapping my head around that right now, no thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To add to that, I had a what you may call, a super duper bad h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;air day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;. Just a minute ago, my hair was still greasy and just basically fucked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I only had to myself approx. 3 hours of sleep last night, I'm blaming my bm teacher for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My eyes feel like it weighs a thousand pounds, even sleep the word appears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; to be a lure to me. What the fuck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am so so so so so so so so hungry. *tummy grumbles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;School's exam is starting on next Wednesday. And right up til now, I still have got no clue on Chemistry and either is Sejarah. Needless to say, please someone, just kill me now. Stab m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e, gun me down, anything!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I hate being called a straight A stud. Cause I don't feel so smart right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;. Hahah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;a, that I can actualy relate to, uh oh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Time is my no. 1 enemy right now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I still can't seem to shrug off my anxiety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm sorry I've not yet uploaded any of the pictures we took, Jasmine. I'm sorry I've not been doing anything at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I feel a tad bit of awfulness for hurting Alex's feelings today. I'm d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;early sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There's one thing I'm not sorry for. That is, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;today's Bryan Chua Mun Chun's 16th birthday!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Happy birthday, you smart ass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;_________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm oh so sorry but this picture is just so irresistably horrific, in a way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SavHvHZI05I/AAAAAAAAD14/ZvAtJOTev40/s1600-h/0227_rihanna_battered_425.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 330px; height: 428px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SavHvHZI05I/AAAAAAAAD14/ZvAtJOTev40/s400/0227_rihanna_battered_425.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308556198038524818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What kinda of man does that to a women? It's inhumane and just gruesome. People can be so deceitful at times, it just comes as a shock to you. It still is to me. And worst of all, they are now rumoured to be BACK TOEGTHER AGAIN. Ugh,this is so so wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1429127265455575793-1944422753322566595?l=thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com/feeds/1944422753322566595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1429127265455575793&amp;postID=1944422753322566595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429127265455575793/posts/default/1944422753322566595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429127265455575793/posts/default/1944422753322566595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com/2009/03/fuckstration-101.html' title='Fuckstration 101'/><author><name>Caught red handed, Tiffany Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281775422174800649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/TEsCW_JvC3I/AAAAAAAAEKg/3Bt2d5N6UBA/S220/urhr.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SavHvHZI05I/AAAAAAAAD14/ZvAtJOTev40/s72-c/0227_rihanna_battered_425.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1429127265455575793.post-4009761078648638028</id><published>2009-02-20T19:51:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T21:07:13.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lady, You're  a cold hard bitch</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song Of The Day - Fuck &amp;amp; Run by Liz Phair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wouldn't I want to say that to someone right now. Ughhhh. I didn't go for school this morning because of the fact I was merely too damn tired to wake up. I had a long day the day before and really, just worned out to the bones. I'm even glad I finally got this weekend to myself. I'm hoping for a good girl's day out this weekend. And not to mention, I want shishaaaa! Oh man. :s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, I can't get enough of Radiohead. I've been listening to them every single day and it just doesn't gets old. I'm hoping to get my hands on their album. They're just amazing, one of the best indie bands ever to be established. Personally, I prefered they perform live and I found some of it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tk4goNqMdwE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tk4goNqMdwE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4XMgyibjqgc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4XMgyibjqgc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XLVA7Ap1vkQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XLVA7Ap1vkQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To make up for the grammy videos which won't work, here're only a few ones from their current album, In Rainbows. The funniest part of it is when the lead singer starts to dance. Hahaha, belive me. I've hear people say he looks drunk or high on crack when he's attempting to dance. Haha yes, I think that was an attempt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Out for dinner now! Til the next time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1429127265455575793-4009761078648638028?l=thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com/feeds/4009761078648638028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1429127265455575793&amp;postID=4009761078648638028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429127265455575793/posts/default/4009761078648638028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429127265455575793/posts/default/4009761078648638028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com/2009/02/lady-youre-cold-hard-bitch.html' title='Lady, You&apos;re  a cold hard bitch'/><author><name>Caught red handed, Tiffany Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281775422174800649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/TEsCW_JvC3I/AAAAAAAAEKg/3Bt2d5N6UBA/S220/urhr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1429127265455575793.post-6046051889818025861</id><published>2009-02-16T19:57:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T00:05:34.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'>L.O.V.E is just another word I'll never learn to pronounce</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song Of The Day - Starstrukk by 30H!3&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Just another ordinary, draggy monday. We made such fools in school this morning, Alex+Sham+Hami and I decided to tie ourselves with the leftover correction tape and we were just pretty much stucked together the whole way through till recess, when probably about 5 assholes intentionally broke the bond hahaha. Boys will be boys and thank mama, I'm not one of them! But we make silly together nevertheless. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;February 15th;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;Happy 16th b'day, LEE ZAI LII. :D&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303368566502650818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SZlZnN9c88I/AAAAAAAAD1Q/pg3Kb2QUE7E/s400/n689566034_1789139_890.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Though only till now, we've reconnected, but I feel like I've known you for years. It's true, summing up the years since primary we've met. Nevertheless, you're always there for Sam's birthday and catching up! Oh and did I mentioned that you're one HELL OF AN UNPREDICTABLE GIRL? Start calling out names then she'll bitchattack you out of nowhere hahaha. Ouch, love you xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm gonna go kill some addmaths time now. Tatas!&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/1429127265455575793-6046051889818025861?l=thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com/feeds/6046051889818025861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1429127265455575793&amp;postID=6046051889818025861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429127265455575793/posts/default/6046051889818025861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429127265455575793/posts/default/6046051889818025861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com/2009/02/lo-v-e-is-just-another-word-ill-never.html' title='L.O.&lt;S&gt;V.&lt;/S&gt;E is just another word I&apos;ll never learn to pronounce'/><author><name>Caught red handed, Tiffany Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281775422174800649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/TEsCW_JvC3I/AAAAAAAAEKg/3Bt2d5N6UBA/S220/urhr.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SZlZnN9c88I/AAAAAAAAD1Q/pg3Kb2QUE7E/s72-c/n689566034_1789139_890.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1429127265455575793.post-1129728018061922092</id><published>2009-02-14T15:36:00.019+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T20:54:12.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Should I just keep chasing pavements, Even if it leads nowhere?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song Of The Day - Chasing Pavements by Adele&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302557204146081970" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 259px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SZZ3rtpQ0LI/AAAAAAAADvw/emPioou4Jpw/s400/its-a-wonderful-life.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;(I simply love black &amp;amp; white oldies)Ahhhhhhhh. Hello, lovies. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Valentines&lt;3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For the sake of curiousity, no in fact, I'm not up for anything special on this very occasion today. As I like it, I'm pretty much fine just the way it is. Valentines are for those head over heels mad birds, but it just turns out that my name does not appear to be in that category. Hmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyways, on other notes. I've just got back from school's road run event this afternoon. Of course, I didn't take part but I was incharged as one of the many sports crew members who basically just sits on our asses and do nothing haha. Well, at least that applies to me. It was pretty much a dull-filled day. Friday classes were skipped because I was overly exhausted from tuition. What an excuse, eh? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302568166101979442" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SZaBpyHNkTI/AAAAAAAADv4/bcxqzCeWs2E/s400/n642807760_1495603_5245.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Meng khuen is laughing his ass off at this one. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I promised an update on my CNY. Well, I'm laying the cards down now ahaha. First stop! Alex's open house at where else? His big ass mansion house at Tropicana, but still Alex, without a poooooool haha. He didn't even invted me until the very last minute but oh wells, it was okay. It was the guy's official gambling night and boy, were they really into it. I just stood aside while Sam played her first game of texas poker. Til midnight, I went over to Rasta to catch up a lil' with the guys and Jassssiiiieee :D And yeah, pictures were little. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302573031171449250" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SZaGE96KYaI/AAAAAAAADwg/wJH-qT4-0XM/s400/L1030271.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;There's meng, syed, jeem and the usuals ryan.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302573034602542098" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SZaGFKsMtBI/AAAAAAAADwo/JsH3hGPslbQ/s400/L1030281.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Pretty yasmein. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302575371493068850" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SZaINMSUUDI/AAAAAAAADxI/OppfOxZE6-E/s400/L1030289.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;I remebered Alex losing 50bucks in 5 minutes ahahaha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302573037605227490" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SZaGFV4GC-I/AAAAAAAADww/oPjTpzl83Og/s400/L1030286.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302573043420596498" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SZaGFriliRI/AAAAAAAADw4/0zKueWSVRP8/s400/L1030287.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302573045677936770" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SZaGFz8x0II/AAAAAAAADxA/EpQLlAFIQFY/s400/L1030288.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Highhhhhhhhhh!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302575392932039778" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SZaIOcJxDGI/AAAAAAAADxo/PGfNtMtf1dQ/s400/tty.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Alex's hamster. ahahah&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302575374276071794" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 300px; height: 400px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SZaINWp1kXI/AAAAAAAADxQ/A82pXIZh7tk/s400/L1030291.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I no longer have dark black haiiiiirrrr :( .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302575389131199106" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SZaION_k0oI/AAAAAAAADxg/_RWxoh6HoTk/s400/L1030294.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Miss you, love!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302575378808167266" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SZaINniX22I/AAAAAAAADxY/BjyjoJfZK_w/s400/L1030293.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Syazwan blocked. ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Chinese new year randoms. From family gatherings to noisy lion dance and not to mention, our anual street party! I'm sorry but I just find lion dance's so irritating haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302577886856934002" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SZaKfmvy8nI/AAAAAAAADyA/8EyOj9pp5CM/s400/L1030313.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Family brunch at the clubhouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302577872177296194" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 300px; height: 400px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SZaKewD5c0I/AAAAAAAADxw/lXPUkkMxiCI/s400/L1030308.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;My niece who's adorable just like that. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302577894033900690" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SZaKgBe6xJI/AAAAAAAADyQ/1OiyJKAT_V0/s400/L1030328.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302577890525089826" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 300px; height: 400px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SZaKf0aWkCI/AAAAAAAADyI/3HsW4cyRATI/s400/L1030319.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Pops on the mic heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302579372366824386" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 300px; height: 400px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SZaL2Es9A8I/AAAAAAAADyY/id9Rlh_Z8ag/s400/L1030336.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302579379526491410" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 300px; height: 400px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SZaL2fX83RI/AAAAAAAADyg/L-BV-Zvch1s/s400/L1030339.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302579381864115538" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SZaL2oFSLVI/AAAAAAAADyo/5cxX9lirsmU/s400/L1030344.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;"Im making out with me".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302579384020421138" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SZaL2wHYyhI/AAAAAAAADyw/GrILxbLQkss/s400/L1030357.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;The brothers. Samfooo-yoh haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302618412578465554" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SZavWg0vZxI/AAAAAAAAD0w/e40p5Da1mi4/s400/L1030433.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The loud and noisy haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302618420586667298" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 300px; height: 400px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SZavW-qC3SI/AAAAAAAAD04/EEBuCh1V3Is/s400/L1030430.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302618405959159266" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 300px; height: 400px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SZavWIKkzeI/AAAAAAAAD0g/35KBkJfdndc/s400/L1030431.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The skies wern't being very nice on that evening. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302618413218705938" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 300px; height: 400px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SZavWjNYshI/AAAAAAAAD0o/CxgZ6oNrw4w/s400/L1030432.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302618438027144066" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 300px; height: 400px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SZavX_oLa4I/AAAAAAAAD1A/hEy9Pu_BgiA/s400/L1030440.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Last Saturday was spent celebrating Wai Kee's surprise 16th birthday at her place. I brought along Sam last minute. It all went really smooth. Clearly, when she was doing addmaths, she didn't expected a thing! Haha. We all got together and it was more of like a reunion especialy when I've not seen Esther in years! I miss you people! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302583407828342690" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SZaPg999F6I/AAAAAAAADzA/g2Gotyx5CHQ/s400/L1030453.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hui liang, jyb, wai seng.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302583409705855970" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SZaPhE9lq-I/AAAAAAAADzI/WyAO9JAH8pc/s400/L1030454.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Est, ams, drea, bday girl, hui li, shu fei, shu mei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302589482299427074" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SZaVCjIuCQI/AAAAAAAADzo/cx0vQ0oQsak/s400/L1030476.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302583425118353970" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SZaPh-YNujI/AAAAAAAADzg/RfzT7fpkMDc/s400/L1030475.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Aww. Shufeeeeeeei :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302589486843631346" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 300px; height: 400px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SZaVC0EJFvI/AAAAAAAADzw/T-V3UzvesLU/s400/L1030479.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302589493104047666" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SZaVDLYvdjI/AAAAAAAADz4/dCwoQDR5kRc/s400/L1030482.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We were gonna go for truth or dare but god knows what hapened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302590984959661810" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SZaWaA-1lvI/AAAAAAAAD0Q/QtY3X32FGVo/s400/L1030488.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Big smiles, wai kee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302589503491285538" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 300px; height: 400px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SZaVDyFQIiI/AAAAAAAAD0I/MiF2BI_A_EE/s400/L1030495.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302583412972790178" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SZaPhRIfIaI/AAAAAAAADzQ/XJ2-5-pAvsY/s400/L1030468.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302583422110448034" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SZaPhzLEuaI/AAAAAAAADzY/6J5zKSHemyk/s400/L1030471.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My girls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302589500453621826" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SZaVDmxBEEI/AAAAAAAAD0A/t1BW7djsbLA/s400/L1030497.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I finaly found a pic from our new years eve. The only one since nobody brought their cameras!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302590986869834226" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SZaWaIGQgfI/AAAAAAAAD0Y/tilxRwprQUk/s400/Image0126.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;They're something, eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Happy belated birthday, love. You've always been an amazing friend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ohwells, that's it for now y'all.&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/1429127265455575793-1129728018061922092?l=thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com/feeds/1129728018061922092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1429127265455575793&amp;postID=1129728018061922092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429127265455575793/posts/default/1129728018061922092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429127265455575793/posts/default/1129728018061922092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com/2009/02/should-i-just-keep-chasing-pavements.html' title='Should I just keep chasing pavements, Even if it leads nowhere?'/><author><name>Caught red handed, Tiffany Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281775422174800649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/TEsCW_JvC3I/AAAAAAAAEKg/3Bt2d5N6UBA/S220/urhr.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SZZ3rtpQ0LI/AAAAAAAADvw/emPioou4Jpw/s72-c/its-a-wonderful-life.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1429127265455575793.post-3964775612605601941</id><published>2009-02-10T00:03:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T00:37:02.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How come I end up where I started, How come I end up where I went wrong</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Those lyrics are just plastered in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it's just passed midnight and I'm up blogging. I just watched the full version of the 51st Grammys and it was one hell of an event they pulled off. I still can't seem to shake it off. Lemme give you the 411.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZjJqEzS4PkE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZjJqEzS4PkE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loveed how they simplified the song and blended it just with the piano. But when Jay-Z started rapping halfway through, it kinda runied the moment for me ahaha. I've always love this song from the start. How they worked the music instruments, it's just genius. Coldplay's genius. It's no shocker they won best record of the year. Oh and btw, Chris Martin's kinda cool haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-Y590iE8nL4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-Y590iE8nL4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M.I.A. This women's amazing! She's pregant due to a day and she still performs top notch. Her maternity outfit's kinda goofy but I like her attitude haha. I've always loved her and the remix version of Swagga Like Us was not so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7IMiiJRwhS0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7IMiiJRwhS0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has still got to be my favourite performance of the night, hands down! I'm such a huge fan of &lt;strong&gt;Radiohead&lt;/strong&gt;. They're briliant. Currently, I just can't get enough of 15 Steps. It's just playing on repeat in me head. The whole marching band just made the performance even better, loved it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;These are just the favourites I chose. I'm off now. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1429127265455575793-3964775612605601941?l=thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com/feeds/3964775612605601941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1429127265455575793&amp;postID=3964775612605601941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429127265455575793/posts/default/3964775612605601941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429127265455575793/posts/default/3964775612605601941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com/2009/02/how-come-i-end-up-where-i-started-how.html' title='How come I end up where I started, How come I end up where I went wrong'/><author><name>Caught red handed, Tiffany Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281775422174800649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/TEsCW_JvC3I/AAAAAAAAEKg/3Bt2d5N6UBA/S220/urhr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1429127265455575793.post-735425677229353912</id><published>2009-02-09T14:45:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T15:35:44.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Rooting For The Home Team</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song Of The Day - Club Foot by Kasabian&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ah hah! Finaly, I'm around here to update! Well, not so. I've been ubberly busy since last week, since forever. I'm very much in the mood to blog now, but sadly, I've got a truckloads of undone homework to complete. It's quite burdening since I've so much going on now. I can't find the time to just squeeze it all in! It's just &lt;strong&gt;crazy&lt;/strong&gt;. Form four could just be concluded to that one simple word. But just for now, I'll post up some leftovers from yesterday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;JASSSIEEEE :D We've finaly come across to meeting up after so so long apart, at Rasta, where else, right?! And then. there're our goofy webcam moments. This's for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300685853054309650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SY_Rsvk9lRI/AAAAAAAADvI/99fclsxsSkE/s400/fehrfherf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Don't you think Jenn and her look so much freakily alike here?!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300685854762841186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SY_Rs18TtGI/AAAAAAAADvg/gfwXiGEh0a4/s400/rfrr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have longggggggg hair. :O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300685851189970994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SY_RsooeCDI/AAAAAAAADvY/6O-TLFj6D6Q/s400/rferfr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300685849263384594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SY_RshdIqBI/AAAAAAAADvQ/iHDuUfFdBys/s400/ferfre.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300685853489665778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SY_RsxMwlvI/AAAAAAAADvo/tl-ZyzPRxkM/s400/31012009(001).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sorry for canceling and again and again, love. Will make up for it soon! :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;CNY update coming up next! And not to forget, our netball pics also. Watching Grammy's tonight. Happy hols, people!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1429127265455575793-735425677229353912?l=thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com/feeds/735425677229353912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1429127265455575793&amp;postID=735425677229353912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429127265455575793/posts/default/735425677229353912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429127265455575793/posts/default/735425677229353912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-rooting-for-home-team.html' title='I&apos;m Rooting For The Home Team'/><author><name>Caught red handed, Tiffany Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281775422174800649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/TEsCW_JvC3I/AAAAAAAAEKg/3Bt2d5N6UBA/S220/urhr.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SY_Rsvk9lRI/AAAAAAAADvI/99fclsxsSkE/s72-c/fehrfherf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1429127265455575793.post-6322430023647627063</id><published>2009-02-03T17:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T18:08:38.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'>**** This</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song Of The Day - The Letter That Never Came by Thomas Newman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am tireddddddddddddddd from all the netball tournaments. And our game's tomorrow. :x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1429127265455575793-6322430023647627063?l=thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com/feeds/6322430023647627063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1429127265455575793&amp;postID=6322430023647627063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429127265455575793/posts/default/6322430023647627063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429127265455575793/posts/default/6322430023647627063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com/2009/02/this.html' title='**** This'/><author><name>Caught red handed, Tiffany Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281775422174800649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/TEsCW_JvC3I/AAAAAAAAEKg/3Bt2d5N6UBA/S220/urhr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1429127265455575793.post-5680954608424914552</id><published>2009-01-29T23:25:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T23:27:33.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tiffany says:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gong Xi, Gong Xi!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song Of The Day - Your English Is Good by Tokyo Police Club&lt;/strong&gt; (I LOVE LOVE THEM!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, not much to be said about. This year's is moving on a slower mode than usual, well quite so. I've not even been able to go back to the hometown yet and thre're many grounds still yet to be uncovered so far, eg my homework and netball trainings. I'm so sorry for being such a lazy ass and hence, not turning up for our trainings. Well, not really haha. But for god sakes! It's CNY, gimmmeeeeeeee a break. But frankly, I'm starting to have cold feet about this week's coming up game. No, I've no plans of bailing on you guys now when things are at it's leasst finest moments. Eh heh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm not going to start whinning about how my week started off. So, pics for today! After-birthday celebration with the dearest and shockingly, quite the camera-shy Syakireen and her sister. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296751581743842146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SYHXgA1Ug2I/AAAAAAAADuA/gTv2OsPy7uY/s400/L1030214.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296751575634609778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SYHXfqExBnI/AAAAAAAADt4/aGJNG0B4RDA/s400/frfrfrf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296751586630151394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SYHXgTCTrOI/AAAAAAAADuI/BiYBcLa2pBQ/s400/L1030218.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lunch at empress cafe. And some cake. Very appetizing cause we were both hungry to the bones. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296751595016696370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SYHXgyR0MjI/AAAAAAAADuQ/mSBAXVmtGH8/s400/L1030227.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The birthday girl wanted to watch REC, that hideous hideous copycat movie of Quarantine. God no, so we watched Underworld Three, which was not so different from it afterall. There were some really gruesome parts and just not a very pleasent movie for the lighthearted, nuh uh uh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296751603511279170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SYHXhR7FPkI/AAAAAAAADuY/y_-skPRyjaY/s400/L1030229.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Happy 16th, Kireen! I know I'll always have my back no matter what and all the whinning and bitching, you've coped with throughout these years. Solute to you! Heeehee. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+_*+_*_+*_+*_+*+_*+*_+*+_*+*+_*_+*_+*+_*_+*_+*+_*+_*_+*_*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;On other words, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'VE GOT SOME HELL OF A GOOD NEWS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296752731974713746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SYHYi9xuwZI/AAAAAAAADug/9R1PExA28HU/s400/L1030254.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296752744951862402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SYHYjuHuVII/AAAAAAAADuo/67PnWN5yU7w/s400/L1030256.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'VE GOT AHOLD OF MY TICKETS TO THE RIHANNA'S CONCERT NOWWWWW BABEEEHH. HO YEAHHH. HANG TIGHT ON THOSE TICKETS, BITCHES CAUSE IT'S BEEN AWHILE SINCE A GOOD SHOW. :}&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tight schedule for the weekend. Make the most of it while it lasts, guys. I'm out.&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/1429127265455575793-5680954608424914552?l=thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com/feeds/5680954608424914552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1429127265455575793&amp;postID=5680954608424914552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429127265455575793/posts/default/5680954608424914552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429127265455575793/posts/default/5680954608424914552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com/2009/01/tiffany-says.html' title='Tiffany says:'/><author><name>Caught red handed, Tiffany Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281775422174800649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/TEsCW_JvC3I/AAAAAAAAEKg/3Bt2d5N6UBA/S220/urhr.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SYHXgA1Ug2I/AAAAAAAADuA/gTv2OsPy7uY/s72-c/L1030214.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1429127265455575793.post-3046081901957636095</id><published>2009-01-24T14:29:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T13:49:22.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shatter This Silence</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SXrTXkaha8I/AAAAAAAADtQ/lK_9vuEn2-s/s1600-h/L1030146.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HELLO, MANY PRETTY FACES!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I had the best time of my week spending practically the whole day resting on my ass and snoozing the whole way through yesterday! I'm so glad the holis are here now because belive me, I need it more than ever. School has been so dreadfully exhausting for me, it's almost unbeareable. Everyday there's a whole new pile of notes and 500 word essays to do and not to mention my everyday routine netball practise after school. Co-coaching the juniors are even a pain in the ass ugh.I just realize that a day in school took up almost 12 hours of my time, woah my god. Urgh. I've been longing for a break. Well, at least now there's something to celebrate about. CNY's just around the corner! Hmm, I'm feeling exited about this one. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've got tonnes of pictures from last week so just for shows, I'll post some up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My weekender! Mah bitch! Went to catch the movie &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Four Christmases&lt;/span&gt;. It sounds really ironic since christmas was like a hundred years ago. But as far as how the movie went, it's really good for laughs. Personally, I'm not really a big fan of Vince Vaughn as an actor because I think he's acting chops are all the same, the roles he play and how he potrays them. Flatline, yeah. But both him and Reese Witherspoon were realy good here. And there're some really lame jokes. "You can't spell &lt;em&gt;Fami&lt;strong&gt;lies&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; without &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lies&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;!" Ha ha, I loved it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294757872608378146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SXrCO3iGfSI/AAAAAAAADog/btDn1-lXNhc/s400/L1020891.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294757876224682130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SXrCPFAS6JI/AAAAAAAADoo/kZs2tF1-eXY/s400/L1020894.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294757891842901266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SXrCP_L-BRI/AAAAAAAADow/tZ-QFcQeLys/s400/L1020895.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294757893662087298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SXrCQF9smII/AAAAAAAADo4/AP3iDeH22-k/s400/L1020897.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294760437564150034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SXrEkKvNkRI/AAAAAAAADpA/jbgss2qz-vo/s400/L1020905.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294760441579859442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SXrEkZsobfI/AAAAAAAADpI/XNGPzmOVQgQ/s400/L1020908.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294760447680134754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SXrEkwbDPmI/AAAAAAAADpQ/cjBWoi9IIro/s400/L1020909.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She was afraid of going into party world ALONE, wtf?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294760455302120082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SXrElM0RgpI/AAAAAAAADpY/uxsHHAWPCEo/s400/L1020911.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Had out chatterbox moment as usual at starbucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294760454802465874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SXrElK9JZFI/AAAAAAAADpg/YhyKz_qrjRo/s400/L1020918.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294762792264141090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SXrGtOrcCSI/AAAAAAAADpo/5UsocX9D3SM/s400/L1020922.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hahaha. Okay so I edited it a lil. It may look gross but I dont care. -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ooh dont make her angraaaaaaaayh. ; D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294762794164245842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SXrGtVwdVVI/AAAAAAAADpw/9icBf2EkmqU/s400/L1020923.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Haha yeahhhhhhh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Love you, Sam X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;_____________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Some extras from sekolahku. School has been much fun despite the many busy scheduales. But one thing I can't tolerate is the fact that all the scince classes are oh so boring! Physic and chemist is literally smothering me and not because I can't keep up but because I can't stop talking to the guys when teachers in class! Oh me and my big mouth. : /&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;These are the poeple who I'm surrounded with constantly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294765430428498018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SXrJGym1eGI/AAAAAAAADqg/NUW2eG4-h9s/s400/n642807760_1403135_2636.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I find this's such a great shot of our class, so candid :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294766588420944722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SXrKKMdv81I/AAAAAAAADrY/HbhwIc4RfYE/s400/L1020989.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Alex! Our very own Jordan Sparks. Haha, well minus the hair and the boobies. He is the non-stop chatter box. And he cracks me up with his utterly very lame jokes. All the time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294762804289720370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SXrGt7ej0DI/AAAAAAAADqI/CXviyZAKrq4/s400/n642807760_1403116_7535.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Hamiiiiiii Syafiq ah haha. Poser sial :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294765438212946722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SXrJHPmyuyI/AAAAAAAADqo/uZB_qwsiwaw/s400/n642807760_1403139_3627.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Needless to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294765438413568770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SXrJHQWn-wI/AAAAAAAADq4/YVermUaJ1PM/s400/n642807760_1403143_4702.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294766572868558882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SXrKJShxYCI/AAAAAAAADrA/75ZQI9BUjsU/s400/n642807760_1403144_4977.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ah hah. JASONNN. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294766591358188786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SXrKKXaCvPI/AAAAAAAADrg/9Wa7tgnsu_8/s400/L1020992.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Adorable la, ham. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294766584407749346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SXrKJ9g7cuI/AAAAAAAADrQ/zBqZUxs7V7M/s400/n642807760_1406438_8365.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This was right after netabll all, punched out. : //////// .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294770075564485362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SXrNVLFjqvI/AAAAAAAADsI/ifnUFJj5QXM/s400/L1030036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ahhh the dead on typical A class stud! Hehehhh. Did I happen to tell you her camera is sweet? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294766577027740546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SXrKJiBZc4I/AAAAAAAADrI/hlV6izrqiEE/s400/n642807760_1403161_9746.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294762802011301810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SXrGty_V57I/AAAAAAAADqA/jmayqA1UN1U/s400/dede.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Most of it including this one was taken by hers. Omg la, I waaaaaaaannt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294770063330762370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SXrNUdgz3oI/AAAAAAAADr4/cDs0Tmy5TXI/s400/L1030027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Alex gone higgggghh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294770072407981666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SXrNU_U_PmI/AAAAAAAADsA/pV8v7odX4qs/s400/L1030028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294770055938743250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SXrNUB-am9I/AAAAAAAADrw/Kk2TQxBj-Zs/s400/L1030010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Poser, much? Eh heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294773041359912962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SXrQBziSgAI/AAAAAAAADsQ/c5A0Zg0fM5k/s400/L1030078.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pics from school's netball board.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294773057236187890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SXrQCurfOvI/AAAAAAAADso/6gLhS2vGi28/s400/L1030111.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294773051983297986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SXrQCbHGfcI/AAAAAAAADsg/B3BVMgYb_wY/s400/L1030110.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A wtf moment when I took this shot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294773059512082946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SXrQC3KGogI/AAAAAAAADsw/YB8z5Jf1Ic0/s400/L1030123.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Fuyohhh. Eh eh Atiqah, ketiak busuk! HA HA. (I tau you tengah baca nowwww) :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294776700313885730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SXrTWyM5XCI/AAAAAAAADs4/XixX6Mu2Vxo/s400/L1030164.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I like taking snaps of pretty things. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294776712087540034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SXrTXeD9EUI/AAAAAAAADtI/hoxP2E7hHU0/s400/L1030160.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294776719937292610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SXrTX7TeyUI/AAAAAAAADtY/3MIJKkKZtL0/s400/L1030143.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Haha, yes. Very pretty, Sam!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bye bye, school.&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/1429127265455575793-3046081901957636095?l=thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com/feeds/3046081901957636095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1429127265455575793&amp;postID=3046081901957636095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429127265455575793/posts/default/3046081901957636095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429127265455575793/posts/default/3046081901957636095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com/2009/01/shatter-this-silence.html' title='Shatter This Silence'/><author><name>Caught red handed, Tiffany Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281775422174800649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/TEsCW_JvC3I/AAAAAAAAEKg/3Bt2d5N6UBA/S220/urhr.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SXrCO3iGfSI/AAAAAAAADog/btDn1-lXNhc/s72-c/L1020891.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1429127265455575793.post-4376386998740452720</id><published>2009-01-18T10:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T10:37:57.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'>(?)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song Of The Day - I Turn My Camera On by Spoon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292456600439343890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 291px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SXKVPMpbyxI/AAAAAAAADlM/4k9yvGFsGuw/s400/magritte.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;x I'm heading out in a couple of hours to meet up with my girls. Just another normal weekender for me. It's more than enough for me. Enjoy yourselves this weekend :)&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/1429127265455575793-4376386998740452720?l=thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com/feeds/4376386998740452720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1429127265455575793&amp;postID=4376386998740452720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429127265455575793/posts/default/4376386998740452720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429127265455575793/posts/default/4376386998740452720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title='(?)'/><author><name>Caught red handed, Tiffany Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281775422174800649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/TEsCW_JvC3I/AAAAAAAAEKg/3Bt2d5N6UBA/S220/urhr.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SXKVPMpbyxI/AAAAAAAADlM/4k9yvGFsGuw/s72-c/magritte.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1429127265455575793.post-4161712173712787558</id><published>2009-01-17T16:47:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T15:26:44.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It Was You And Me, Againts The World</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Song Of The Day - Unbeautiful by Lesley Roy (the emo-nesssssss, hahhh) . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm feeling tired and am in a dreadful need for some good ol' retail theraphy asap! I don't feel like typing so maybe another day. : \ &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/1429127265455575793-4161712173712787558?l=thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com/feeds/4161712173712787558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1429127265455575793&amp;postID=4161712173712787558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429127265455575793/posts/default/4161712173712787558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429127265455575793/posts/default/4161712173712787558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com/2009/01/it-was-you-and-me-againts-world.html' title='It Was You And Me, Againts The World'/><author><name>Caught red handed, Tiffany Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281775422174800649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/TEsCW_JvC3I/AAAAAAAAEKg/3Bt2d5N6UBA/S220/urhr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1429127265455575793.post-2785785097477728795</id><published>2009-01-12T00:12:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T01:02:18.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blues.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song Of The Day - Spotlight By Mutemath&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm running blank. And I'm feeling a tiny bit drouzy at the moment. Grrr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So, how was your weekend, stranger? I did nothing much to talk about but it felt rather, content, somehow. Just like that. It feels so abnormal cause really, I've not had that in a long time. My weekends used to be hectic and usually ends up to a last minute outing to some where some place. It just hit me, second week of school is dum dum dum. Tomorrow. Yeassh. It never ends, does it? Haha. And another thing I just realized, is the fact I won't be seeing my ol' mates anytime soon, especially my Jassssiee! Oh oh I'm gonna miss you, love. Man, I hate short term seperation, gah. : ( .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Before I go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Happy swwwwweeeeeet 16 to my most loved Arif and Jason Ng!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;And oops, Happy belated birthday, Shamier. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hehe, it's good the two o' you best friends share alomst the same birthdate. These are just partially some of the leftovers from last year, last day of school to be exact. Gloomy day I supposed. My cam died on me last minute so not much of what's left of it anyway. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290080014691567490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SWojvs0Vh4I/AAAAAAAADlE/r9WHIEbz0S4/s400/L1020018.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;haha, i think that's reallaay your signature pose arif. -_-"""&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290080002458317298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SWoju_Ps8fI/AAAAAAAADk0/1Wwr6QwbJ5g/s400/L1020007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;ah shamier on the righty! this picture is really something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290080008363065778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SWojvVPgQbI/AAAAAAAADk8/3Umtrp_cPM8/s400/L1020012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;syed! but he's in kdu now HA HA. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*BIG YAWNS* I'm off now, good night, world.&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/1429127265455575793-2785785097477728795?l=thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com/feeds/2785785097477728795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1429127265455575793&amp;postID=2785785097477728795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429127265455575793/posts/default/2785785097477728795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429127265455575793/posts/default/2785785097477728795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com/2009/01/blues.html' title='Blues.'/><author><name>Caught red handed, Tiffany Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281775422174800649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/TEsCW_JvC3I/AAAAAAAAEKg/3Bt2d5N6UBA/S220/urhr.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SWojvs0Vh4I/AAAAAAAADlE/r9WHIEbz0S4/s72-c/L1020018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1429127265455575793.post-4241137583882379237</id><published>2009-01-05T22:56:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T23:36:19.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All We Need Is A Little Momentum</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I always hated how every year the first day of school is always never different. New books, new teachers and maybe some fresh familiar faces but it all always rounds up to a whole day of doing aimlessly nothing at all. Well, at least that applies to my school I attend to haha, &lt;&lt;em&gt;unidentified school name here&lt;/em&gt;&gt;. A little momentum, or alot more even, is just in fact what we really need right now. School is so dead. And the fact that I decided once and for all to take a plunge and choose to take up on pure science this year has got me thinking for the near future. &lt;em&gt;What's there for me in science, really? Am I ambitious enough to become a white coat attired old hag?&lt;/em&gt; Haha. Zai Lii claims she'll never come to me for help if I ever become a doctor. (What the hell la, Zai?!) But even for me, I'm not so certain about it either. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today was funny. I got the seat next to Alex which by the way, the dude talks so much its almost incredicle to see someone produce that much of saliva in one whole period haha. No joke, Alex. You talk way too much but its good I guess. Classes dont get a bit too much boring. And yes, Ivan beside me. He's been begging to go arts but somehow ended up in the same shit hole as I am. He says he'll change stream soon. Yet, he stood by in science class and started to jot down bio notes. I was all, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Didn't you said you were going to art stream starting from tomorrow? Why're you copiying down all these notes? And why're you still even in this class?!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Hahaha. I don't know la okay. I'm in a DILEMMA right now!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That really choked me up. Hahaha. It was funnier how he said it. Dilemma. Well, that makes the both of us, Ivan! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm still having a hard time having the feel of being a senior this year to sink in. It's all so clear now that things don't seem the way they really are and completely vague when time moves so swiftly. &lt;em&gt;I wished it didn't.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song Of The Day - My Only Offer by Mates Of State&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's 11.30. In school time, thats considered late enough. I'm just so bound to die on my bed now. Good night, loves!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1429127265455575793-4241137583882379237?l=thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com/feeds/4241137583882379237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1429127265455575793&amp;postID=4241137583882379237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429127265455575793/posts/default/4241137583882379237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429127265455575793/posts/default/4241137583882379237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com/2009/01/all-we-need-is-little-momentum.html' title='All We Need Is A Little Momentum'/><author><name>Caught red handed, Tiffany Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281775422174800649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/TEsCW_JvC3I/AAAAAAAAEKg/3Bt2d5N6UBA/S220/urhr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1429127265455575793.post-5279534797793567441</id><published>2009-01-02T16:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T17:36:59.478+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Fresh Morning Light</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Time passes. Even when it seems impossible. It passes unevenly, in a strange lurches and dragging lulls, but passes it does. Even for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Goodbye year 2008. I shall miss every moment of it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My new years eve was half a bit of awesome. Had real good company with all the friends at Curve. The fucked up part about it was that the place was scattered with people, I could barely breathe in the crowd. I abandoned my camera at home so no sneak pics, sorry to say. Oh wells, it was all good as I did met up with my loves! Hope you peeps out there had a good one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Happy new year, you kids.&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/1429127265455575793-5279534797793567441?l=thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com/feeds/5279534797793567441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1429127265455575793&amp;postID=5279534797793567441' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429127265455575793/posts/default/5279534797793567441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429127265455575793/posts/default/5279534797793567441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com/2009/01/fresh-morning-light.html' title='A Fresh Morning Light'/><author><name>Caught red handed, Tiffany Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281775422174800649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/TEsCW_JvC3I/AAAAAAAAEKg/3Bt2d5N6UBA/S220/urhr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1429127265455575793.post-2785995587303685849</id><published>2008-12-31T14:12:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T15:24:38.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Dance To The Joy Division!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I just got back my PMR results and oh boy, I thought I was gonna be in for an unpleasent surprise &lt;strong&gt;BUT&lt;/strong&gt; it turned out to be a total bigger shocker instead and this below is &lt;strong&gt;WHY&lt;/strong&gt;. *drumroll*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285840197076262386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SVsTp1Y2HfI/AAAAAAAADkI/tQmZe2_E2bA/s400/L1020758.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I GOT STRAIGHT 8A'S!!!!!!!!! HA-HA-HAHAHA.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Notice that I &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;highlighted&lt;/span&gt; the chinese part. YEAH, I got an A for my chinese. To me, that's one hell of a miracle. As still jaw dropping as it is to me, I'm gonna take this as a sign of blessing and am so so grateful for it! Sigh... What did I ever do to deserve this? Haha, I'm so modest, I know I know. Oh wells, I guess those eye bags did paid off afterall ehh. My warmest congrats to those to achieved well too! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After I got back from school, got a call from Nadia like right after that very minute to go yamcaha at some mamak place. So eventually I ended up spending my afternoon with Nad, Zai Lii, Zen and a coup of other peeps. Then, headed off to Zai's place before catching BeverlyHills Chihuahua and had lunch with Eodia and her friends. The movie sucked as hell haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285840172243964210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SVsToY4XUTI/AAAAAAAADjo/zx_PxJ-xhBQ/s400/L1020737.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285848495826541010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SVsbM4pGGdI/AAAAAAAADkg/ycavhK3iYYw/s400/L1020750.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;zai zen working the wheeeeeeeels haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285840177240704978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SVsTorfrh9I/AAAAAAAADjw/XavwnR-i19g/s400/L1020738.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285840179821507186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SVsTo1G_cnI/AAAAAAAADj4/3Bc_RYRzBdo/s400/L1020740.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285840191146603826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SVsTpfTGtTI/AAAAAAAADkA/ueh6asZ2W9A/s400/L1020743.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285848488639481442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SVsbMd3kRmI/AAAAAAAADkY/SVEv9n-aduc/s400/L1020747.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285848484303219410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SVsbMNtuKtI/AAAAAAAADkQ/cFWpkQdEyRg/s400/L1020745.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;this is at zai's place, god know doing what before oyou. zai zen! your stupid rain coat! hahaha. inside joke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ahhhhhhhhh, I'd have to go now. New year's celebration with the friends tonight and if all goes well, I shall update! Tata, love!&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/1429127265455575793-2785995587303685849?l=thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com/feeds/2785995587303685849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1429127265455575793&amp;postID=2785995587303685849' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429127265455575793/posts/default/2785995587303685849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429127265455575793/posts/default/2785995587303685849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com/2008/12/lets-dance-to-joy-division.html' title='Let&apos;s Dance To The Joy Division!'/><author><name>Caught red handed, Tiffany Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281775422174800649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/TEsCW_JvC3I/AAAAAAAAEKg/3Bt2d5N6UBA/S220/urhr.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SVsTp1Y2HfI/AAAAAAAADkI/tQmZe2_E2bA/s72-c/L1020758.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1429127265455575793.post-1669626028536081457</id><published>2008-12-28T19:22:00.020+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T21:37:41.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My image is slipping, But your memory is gripping it</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3 days after Christmas, and just 3 more days away ‘til it hits the big ’09! It’s funny how the world works when time flies, eh? Sometimes, those yesteryears just seem to be ablur but some remained still oh so vivid and fresh to mind. This year has treated me with realy modesty, I gotta say. Though I’m gonna have friends leaving for overseas and other schools but I’ve also made new ones over the year! Eliqa! Eric! You guys are the biggest loosers cause you moved half way around the world from here haha. To the people who’ve transfered outta Trop: IT’S ABOUT DAMN TIME YOU DO SO! And I’m really gonna be missing all o’ you, take my word for it. I registered to transfer too but I didn’t got in to the school of my choice as they claimed it was already full! Dumb fucked shit man urrrrrggggh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, met up with Doreen at oyou then headed off to D’heaven, Bangsar with V for dinner and shisha. Then, I had her to sleepover and just talked about almost anything until morning. I missed you so much, love! And it was good to catch up, yeah? Christmas eve update now. The event was spent at Mardi with Jasmine, Celestine, V and the usuals. I met up with Nadia and her bro briefly and thanks to Azlan, we could've got in the first place! The night went on pretty wild on a slight note but I had tons of fun and yeah. Couldn’t have asked for more. Thanks loads, guys! Weekened after x'mas was spent at Zai zen's poolside b'day party at Casa Trop. My week was pretty awesome. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284812410057877106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SVds4wYTZnI/AAAAAAAADg4/49keq2Hbbd0/s400/L1020639.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284812426776529890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SVds5uqVy-I/AAAAAAAADhA/s5kBQ3mMRgg/s400/L1020640.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;yes, the cinema was dead empty so we took shots haha. Wild Child kinda sucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284812434366221186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SVds6K73S4I/AAAAAAAADhQ/MJdM2TVE1hk/s400/L1020648.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;was @coffe bean with jas and eugeneeee. ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284812443259051026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SVds6sEFHBI/AAAAAAAADhY/amW0DkKqd8g/s400/L1020652.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284819294121995858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SVdzJdhFrlI/AAAAAAAADhg/KmWtio-3GT8/s400/L1020655.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;celest and ryan! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284819296639599330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SVdzJm5VQuI/AAAAAAAADho/14KFOGeMDZE/s400/L1020659.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i just met this dude hmm :) omg, i look ----.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284819305102385010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SVdzKGbBH3I/AAAAAAAADhw/y9fTaX2QnUw/s400/L1020665.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284825362867990034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SVd4qtW4rhI/AAAAAAAADio/j4HWbC-WuRo/s400/L1020662.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284819309429139954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SVdzKWimKfI/AAAAAAAADh4/WOFtX4aY44s/s400/L1020669.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;wayyyyy too close up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284825336496007490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SVd4pLHUKUI/AAAAAAAADiI/LcWQwcR7fI8/s400/L1020706.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284825339784624178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SVd4pXXYeDI/AAAAAAAADiQ/JhdQkGr6EdM/s400/L1020708.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;jasmine at my place for the weekend :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284825349294130562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SVd4p6yoBYI/AAAAAAAADiY/uhOwnBJ1_UE/s400/L1020715.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284819318277425682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SVdzK3gMShI/AAAAAAAADiA/RF-GIIJsP6g/s400/L1020692.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;damn, we have the same lenses now. hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Zen's party. Where the fuck is she in the photos, I have no idea. Haha. Oh damn. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284826816695994850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SVd5_VSfieI/AAAAAAAADi4/y29SVR3MfEg/s400/IMGP0699.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hi zai, nad!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284826812157053490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SVd5_EYUyjI/AAAAAAAADiw/y57sk2RCins/s400/IMGP0677.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284826828085671458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SVd5__uANiI/AAAAAAAADjA/V2OKafG54Ho/s400/IMGP0675.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;this comes in handy haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284826825195377490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SVd5_08501I/AAAAAAAADjI/nMfivjiA5jA/s400/IMGP0703.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284826833367319938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SVd6ATZPxYI/AAAAAAAADjQ/uCM-FZSHeJ8/s400/IMGP0723.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hahaha we were all over the place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284828264958333250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SVd7TofJEUI/AAAAAAAADjg/ksL_TTqY5Yg/s400/n577381476_1803580_8706.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284828258601982466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SVd7TQzq2gI/AAAAAAAADjY/ycbIk0N8L94/s400/n577381476_1803577_7820.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;zai looks pretty :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I still have truckloads of pics but I'm not gonna post 'em now as my uploader is being a whoreible bitch right now! Sonner or later, I perhaps. :) Bye, world!&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/1429127265455575793-1669626028536081457?l=thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com/feeds/1669626028536081457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1429127265455575793&amp;postID=1669626028536081457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429127265455575793/posts/default/1669626028536081457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429127265455575793/posts/default/1669626028536081457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-image-is-slipping-but-your-memory-is.html' title='My image is slipping, But your memory is gripping it'/><author><name>Caught red handed, Tiffany Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281775422174800649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/TEsCW_JvC3I/AAAAAAAAEKg/3Bt2d5N6UBA/S220/urhr.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SVds4wYTZnI/AAAAAAAADg4/49keq2Hbbd0/s72-c/L1020639.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1429127265455575793.post-4985528419179971389</id><published>2008-12-09T16:22:00.026+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T22:46:01.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'>She ain't heavy, She's ma bitch!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Heeeeeylo! Yeah yeah, keep telling me this. I've not updated in the longest of time. My internet connection decided to die on me for the past few weeks so do bare with me here. Eyh the girl's doing her best. So anways, I'm up pretty early nowadays, early as in like dragging my ass outta bed at least by noon time haha. Eyh its one hell of a miracle okay! The holidays've just literally made me turn into this big lazy fat ass who just eats on a constant pace and not worriying over anything like theres no tomorrow! Life's good mmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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&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 align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, enough of me now. I've alot to update on but I'll get to that soon but first, a quickie on Sammie's 15th! Which is like ancient news now haha but oh well. What we did is we headed on out to Curve to celebrate with Zai as usual. Jason sticked by for awhile then left. Jasmine and Jyb Sheng came along as well like, wayyyy later cause apparently, they have lives and they work haha. But better late than never right? I love 'em so so much! And I missed Jyb! It was good seeing the guy again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And yeah, I have bangs now, AGAIN. Oooh shocker. -_- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I shall just leave the rest to the pics to elaborate on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277726269695685762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/ST5AFGb1dII/AAAAAAAADag/xnDbykG64sI/s400/L1020337.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Happy birthday, my dearest longest friend! I could only imagine those real nostalgic times where we were still kids, from gymnastic classes to everyday tuitions and those crazy sleepovers. We're still very much like that today, well minus the crazy gymnastic tights and now that we've grown so much since then. Love you x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277726276654992130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/ST5AFgXECwI/AAAAAAAADaw/Xh-H2R64WUE/s400/L1020340.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278144216520222626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/ST-8Mzr4Z6I/AAAAAAAADb4/oH5RiMOe3kw/s400/L1020347.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277726288681638258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/ST5AGNKcGXI/AAAAAAAADa4/erphevbnJNs/s400/L1020343.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277726292047016418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/ST5AGZszseI/AAAAAAAADbA/Ln5gOJmKHtw/s400/L1020344.JPG" border="0" /&gt;shopping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278144228350207442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/ST-8NfwXpdI/AAAAAAAADcA/t-YOR52LD1E/s400/L1020349.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278144238163107714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/ST-8OET8n4I/AAAAAAAADcQ/uiJ0eWZGHL0/s400/L1020354.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278144205955745170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/ST-8MMVHRZI/AAAAAAAADbw/HGyDZLueSg0/s400/L1020345.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278144232515634402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/ST-8NvRfBOI/AAAAAAAADcI/a8fCJ8qYP7E/s400/L1020351.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279978907846945058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SUZA15fFqSI/AAAAAAAADdA/JtiL_Zw0EsA/s400/L1020356.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279978915950882210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SUZA2XrN7aI/AAAAAAAADdI/__qDp6-OKnE/s400/L1020358.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279978932629693890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SUZA3VzwZcI/AAAAAAAADdY/T9xOHNCtP_o/s400/L1020372.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279978919275086562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SUZA2kDxQuI/AAAAAAAADdQ/YEX3XGZDtXU/s400/L1020369.JPG" border="0" /&gt;helllllllllll yeah!!! haha we both had the tendency of showing it off since we both got ours at just about the same time. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279978942515172850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SUZA36oo1fI/AAAAAAAADdg/9gRR634UlHA/s400/L1020375.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279989309277975986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SUZKTV1ftbI/AAAAAAAADd4/-uZ-ubIsuFM/s400/L1020387.JPG" border="0" /&gt;zai you look so cute here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279989293652575842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SUZKSboHBmI/AAAAAAAADdw/Wf05wW7Z2xM/s400/L1020386.JPG" border="0" /&gt;yeah we all had our turn haha. i loooooooook so helpless here oh man. : \&lt;/span&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&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&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279989332820353042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SUZKUtib4BI/AAAAAAAADeI/Y9X4vDa3XX8/s400/L1020390.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ah now i look like your typical lala HA-HA. -_-""""&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279989313614277170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SUZKTl_WajI/AAAAAAAADeA/TtgvIhv6-Uo/s400/L1020389.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i like how this shot turned out. JUUUUUUUUU ONNNNNN hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280008395746555954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SUZbqUeNuDI/AAAAAAAADfg/7ObqniPcv0Q/s400/L1020395.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my gift to her :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280008406787019346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SUZbq9md0lI/AAAAAAAADfo/uUif33ewbYo/s400/L1020401.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280008433704978898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SUZbsh4NSdI/AAAAAAAADf4/wnP2vCnrl9g/s400/L1020409.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sam: "it's damn humilating" hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280008442141420658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SUZbtBTnLHI/AAAAAAAADgA/Xct0USN4Mw0/s400/L1020412.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280024662957528130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SUZqdMjilEI/AAAAAAAADgI/4n4a5onXLaA/s400/L1020424.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;then to Sanctuary for some mocktail drinks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280024675833390466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SUZqd8hYpYI/AAAAAAAADgY/BdqJdC7kBjM/s400/L1020426.JPG" border="0" /&gt;ice bar for birthday? check! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280024671030214898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SUZqdqoOAPI/AAAAAAAADgQ/RgfHoUsVt-E/s400/L1020425.JPG" border="0" /&gt;the ice bar was so much chills, we were like the only people there. well, what could i say. it was a weekday damn. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280024677557503090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SUZqeC8chHI/AAAAAAAADgg/7LFWL41nSso/s400/L1020428.JPG" border="0" /&gt;so we camwhorrrrrrrrrred ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280024696104290642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SUZqfICWCVI/AAAAAAAADgo/_6VDgFtzH1I/s400/L1020431.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;told you jasmine came late! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280028460237722066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SUZt6OhsEdI/AAAAAAAADgw/yTEXsOjAUXk/s400/L1020437.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;jyb sheng jyb sheng :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Note to SAM&lt;/strong&gt; : Have fun ditching me for CHINA, bitch. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Christmas is just 3 days away! Time to load on some good ol' christmas songs to my pod! Ah well, I'll blog soon I guess. But just incase you catch me in a hiatus again, lemme just wish y'all a veryyyyyyyy &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:230%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;M&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;R&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;RY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;HR&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;IT&lt;/span&gt;M&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;:) Take care, you fellas!&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/1429127265455575793-4985528419179971389?l=thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com/feeds/4985528419179971389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1429127265455575793&amp;postID=4985528419179971389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429127265455575793/posts/default/4985528419179971389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429127265455575793/posts/default/4985528419179971389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com/2008/12/she-aint-heavy-shes-ma-bitch.html' title='She ain&apos;t heavy, She&apos;s ma bitch!'/><author><name>Caught red handed, Tiffany Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281775422174800649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/TEsCW_JvC3I/AAAAAAAAEKg/3Bt2d5N6UBA/S220/urhr.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/ST5AFGb1dII/AAAAAAAADag/xnDbykG64sI/s72-c/L1020337.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1429127265455575793.post-2161474222417393524</id><published>2008-12-07T21:46:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T23:25:52.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fly like paper, Get high like planes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Singing* Pirates skulls and bones, sticks and stones and weed and bongs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hehehe. Did I mentioned I heart M.I.A? OH YEAH. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Aiyaiyai. So I'm back for good now. Home never felt better than before. I'm not gonna update on a long note today as you're unaware of this, but I'm just in such a dread right now from all the long hours of travelling in the back seat of the car. Pictures from last week's Twilight premier ought to do good for y'all? I've just reliazed somehow that I've not uploaded any pictures in the past few week and its starting to feel like my blog stinks. Haha yeah go figure. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277058993637971906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/STvhMhaSV8I/AAAAAAAADZA/HmcV0xdEEZY/s400/CIMG6030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;with the bitch and zai liiiiiiii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277059792435145090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/STvh7BKX6YI/AAAAAAAADZo/2iQqBIPky1s/s400/CIMG6025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277059005740219090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/STvhNOfr-tI/AAAAAAAADZY/9gvHkJnFtO8/s400/CIMG6032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;looky who's busting her ass off working at the mall! haha, thanks for the good seats jasmine! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277059003319671890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/STvhNFelXFI/AAAAAAAADZg/NAgyvj78kXo/s400/CIMG6052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;lunch @ Jack's Place. the place was literally *cricket sounds*. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277058997699178194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/STvhMwijbtI/AAAAAAAADZQ/CjrSx6zDfQA/s400/CIMG6033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277059795961956834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/STvh7OTOyeI/AAAAAAAADZw/6bmeGNtr0Bk/s400/CIMG6024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I want to go polish my nails right now. It looks so dead fucked up. I shall blog about tomorrow's event soon! Oh I hope its true when I say it this time, soon. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bye world! Lotsa luuuuuurrrrrrve.&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/1429127265455575793-2161474222417393524?l=thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com/feeds/2161474222417393524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1429127265455575793&amp;postID=2161474222417393524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429127265455575793/posts/default/2161474222417393524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429127265455575793/posts/default/2161474222417393524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com/2008/12/fly-like-paper-get-high-like-planes.html' title='Fly like paper, Get high like planes'/><author><name>Caught red handed, Tiffany Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281775422174800649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/TEsCW_JvC3I/AAAAAAAAEKg/3Bt2d5N6UBA/S220/urhr.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/STvhMhaSV8I/AAAAAAAADZA/HmcV0xdEEZY/s72-c/CIMG6030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1429127265455575793.post-7891004864017907353</id><published>2008-11-30T16:47:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T18:26:06.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flightless Bird, American Mouth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hello peeps! I'm now curently blogging all the way from Pahang. Fyi, I'm here on a visit for my aunt who just had ovary-removal surgery. Haha, you didn't need to know that. But as devastating as it may sound, she is on the go with recovery now. So ita all good now hmmm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyways, as you all know, I've not picked up the habit to update on a regular basis nowadays. Sometimes, I get the cold feeling that this blog is just entirely fucked up dead indisde out. Okay ugh, shaddap now! So where do I start? Ah! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Two weeks ago, I think, I tagged along with Jasmine, Jennifer and a couple of their friends to "attend" the fly fm anniversary at Oyou. See as my marked it with the " " sign. Yeah, we didn't really made it to the anniversary. We were there at the scence for awhile then we bailed and went to had dinner at god knows where. I forgot the name of the place. I bumped into so many people from school and some old friends. So the night ended as we all walked, yes WALKED from Oyou to Curve for some drinks and shisha. The tired feeling of it was overwhelming than it was fun. : \&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Last week, I was pretty much considered a movie geek haha. I was making trips to the cinema so much often, I lost count really. Watced Quantum Of Solace with the family platinum class! I've no idea why nobody likes the movie, I liked it. Haha, maybe its cause the actions scenes in it kinda overshadowed the whole movie yeah. But I find fighting and killing a thrill to watch. :) Then, watched Madagascar 2 with the bitch. Um, it sucked big time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Last Thursday yeah! With Zai Lii and the bitch with me, we went to watched Quarantine and the premier of &lt;strong&gt;TWILIGHT&lt;/strong&gt;. Yeah, it was good two movies. Quarantine was some scary shit. We were screaming and talking so loud in the cinema especially Zai! I swear to god the dudes who were sitting beside us were practiaclly telling us off! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Twilight, on the other hand, was so so good yes. Well, the movie did started on a slow motion but as it goes on, it gets so much better. And Rob Pattinson... oh dont even get me started. Lets just say, when the moment he came onto the screen, you could hear girls squeeking already in the cinema including me ha. I loved every minute of the movie and I would watch it again if I could! Thanks Jasssiie for the tix. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274388670878728690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/STJkjR8SQfI/AAAAAAAADYY/2YXfAxUs3X0/s400/twilight_potter01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Say it. Vampire!" Hahahahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274388681350630866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/STJkj48-zdI/AAAAAAAADYg/jYRhvtFu8fA/s400/11aa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274388679642722386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 354px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/STJkjylyMFI/AAAAAAAADYo/hgZBz492pUE/s400/normal_Twilight_BaseballScene2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I find the baseball scence really coooool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274388681935161154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/STJkj7IWB0I/AAAAAAAADYw/p2qqXLhAdMo/s400/450twilightreview20q.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I think they cut this scene in the movie, or did I just missed it? I couldn't! Grrr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274388684292476002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/STJkkD6XzGI/AAAAAAAADY4/zsPSZ5wcm2Y/s400/2656985471_3262feae10_o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Why couln't the movie cover be more like THIS? Haha she doesn't look this tanned in the movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm purchasing the second installment of the novel btw:) and am currently cant stop getting enough of the soundtrack : Pramore and Iron &amp;amp; Wine on my ipod hehehe. It's so addictive. Will upload pics when I get 'em! Argh, time to go! Have a great weekend y'all!&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/1429127265455575793-7891004864017907353?l=thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com/feeds/7891004864017907353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1429127265455575793&amp;postID=7891004864017907353' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429127265455575793/posts/default/7891004864017907353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429127265455575793/posts/default/7891004864017907353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com/2008/11/flightless-bird-american-mouth.html' title='Flightless Bird, American Mouth'/><author><name>Caught red handed, Tiffany Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281775422174800649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/TEsCW_JvC3I/AAAAAAAAEKg/3Bt2d5N6UBA/S220/urhr.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/STJkjR8SQfI/AAAAAAAADYY/2YXfAxUs3X0/s72-c/twilight_potter01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1429127265455575793.post-7919219199806530768</id><published>2008-11-22T17:17:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T23:58:46.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My heart beats faster, But my mind doesn't want it to</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1. Who is your ONE best friend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'd like to think of it that I've many good friends. But my longest one has still  gotta be Samantha Heung aka the bitch who lives next door hehe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2. How long do you know him/her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've known her pretty much my whole life. Okay, now that may be a little exaggerated. Grr, let's see, how long've I know her? Ah! Since we were 8 years young. We've grown to so much now, haven't we, Sam? *winkies*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3. Upload a picture of you &amp;amp; him/her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LI7cpViHXSA/SSP_EuhpfNI/AAAAAAAABhw/7wTyOEYx9d8/s1600-h/24052008%28010%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sam is gonna muder me if she founds out I uploaded this ol' pic I found of her HAHA. Nevertheless, tadaaaaaaaaaaaaa!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271432452770175074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 137px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SSfj4vTVGGI/AAAAAAAADYI/G4AS8M0nISs/s400/sa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's her in her braids days haha. Awwwww!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271432454396542514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SSfj41XFfjI/AAAAAAAADYQ/x9RjQjGuFCg/s400/L1010949.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ah, now that's more of a decent pic of us together gether. Say goodbye to braid daaaaaaays and hello to baju kurung gone wild! Omg lame. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4. Is the person that tagged you your best friend? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yes, Jasmine. You certainly are. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;5. Describe the person that tagged you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For starters, SHE'S SUPER AMAZING. She's one of my closest buds. Did I mentioned that she's gorgeous in every way? So do not judge her before getting to know her because I'll kick your sorry ass if you do heh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;6. How do you get to know the person that tagged you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've known her through school. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;7. Ever regretted from knowing some friend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I probably still am. Urrrgghh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;8. If your best friend betrayed you, what will you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If it were to be something serious and dignity concern, I would rather not see that backstabber's face no longer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;9. It's your best friend birthday. What would you give him/her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Haha, how ironic. The best friend just told me to make sure to get her a pair of Vans shoes for her b'day which is helllllllo! another 3 friggin weeks to go?! Oh yeah, probably that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;10. Say something grateful to your best friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;SAM. *coughs* I meant, bitch. I've got nothing more to say to you since we pratically see each other like everyday ha. But though people may think of you as the ganas bitch who tends to hit and squash people, namely me, at times but you know I'll always accept you for who you're. Me love you always. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I tag:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Grr, anyone who's feeling a tinsy bit of boredom. Yeah, YOU THERE. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've got loads to update on! I'll get on it soon. In the mean time, Im just being lazeeey. You won't even notice Im gone, I swear. :) Toodles. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1429127265455575793-7919219199806530768?l=thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com/feeds/7919219199806530768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1429127265455575793&amp;postID=7919219199806530768' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429127265455575793/posts/default/7919219199806530768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429127265455575793/posts/default/7919219199806530768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-heart-beats-faster-but-my-mind.html' title='My heart beats faster, But my mind doesn&apos;t want it to'/><author><name>Caught red handed, Tiffany Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281775422174800649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/TEsCW_JvC3I/AAAAAAAAEKg/3Bt2d5N6UBA/S220/urhr.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SSfj4vTVGGI/AAAAAAAADYI/G4AS8M0nISs/s72-c/sa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1429127265455575793.post-7769646279734656680</id><published>2008-11-21T00:48:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T01:23:31.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TWILIGHT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*screams like a bitch*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="WIDTH: 345px; HEIGHT: 344px" height="344" width="345"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/k1GbukZnl1Y&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/k1GbukZnl1Y&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fugggggggg. Robert Pattinson makes me feel ugly, ha. &lt;strong&gt;Nov 27th's&lt;/strong&gt; the date. Yeah, you heard me. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1429127265455575793-7769646279734656680?l=thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com/feeds/7769646279734656680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1429127265455575793&amp;postID=7769646279734656680' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429127265455575793/posts/default/7769646279734656680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429127265455575793/posts/default/7769646279734656680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com/2008/11/twilight.html' title='&lt;B&gt;TWILIGHT!&lt;/B&gt;'/><author><name>Caught red handed, Tiffany Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281775422174800649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/TEsCW_JvC3I/AAAAAAAAEKg/3Bt2d5N6UBA/S220/urhr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1429127265455575793.post-3899476755764458427</id><published>2008-11-09T01:47:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T02:33:03.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Don't You Just Smother Me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s167.photobucket.com/albums/u143/pusycat10/?action=view&amp;amp;current=edw-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u143/pusycat10/edw-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s167.photobucket.com/albums/u143/pusycat10/?action=view&amp;amp;current=edw.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's just a 10 minute climb to Bitch's house anyways, haha. God, I love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum and dad were away at Sing. for, I couldn't even say if it was counted as a day cause it was so brief. I wanted to sneak outta the house for a little while but the next thing I know, they're back on an early schedule. Ah fugggg. So, just the other day, I got meself a couple of dvds and some more dvds which includes the entire first season of GG the dvd set. I know right, its so last year. But I wouldn't mind watching it again, of course. I'm currently downloading season two on my lappie, ho ho ho. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Speaking of which, "Virgin Territory". Oh man, you just've got to watch this "sexterpiece", haha. Now, before you start judging a movie by its tittle, leeme just say that though it may display quite the nudity in its scences but the movie's really not bad. Sam says its boring as hell but I think otherwise. Well, maybe a little. But you may wanna hold that thought of catching a glimpse of Mischa Barton here baring herslef naked here, no. So as the throbheart Hayden Christensen, damn that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267802305852126770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 269px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SRr-SYNMtjI/AAAAAAAADXo/bA45lTPXCWY/s400/virgin_territory_ver3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The poster looks like it has come out from one of those Scary Movie's films, haha. Freaky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, no more movie talk. I've been noticing lately, these swimwears are really making a come-back nowadays. Talk about the need for strapless, you can just duct tape yourself and call it a swim suit. Now, I want one of those heeehee. And not to forget to mention, the as quoted "fashionable black lines" trend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267802043491729234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 296px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SRr-DG1mv1I/AAAAAAAADXA/YIa_GALxFNk/s400/Herve_Leger_Spring_2009.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Herve Leger, Spring 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267802043998390754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SRr-DIuZyeI/AAAAAAAADW4/ZBjzN8jsvUI/s400/mason.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maison Martin Margiela, S/S 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267802048716254914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SRr-DaTOrsI/AAAAAAAADXI/U7BoBXHCHZw/s400/Ivana_Omazic_for_Celine_spring_2009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ivana Omazic for Celine, Spring 2009 (this one looks horrifyingly uglaaayh)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267802051503247442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SRr-Dkrs0FI/AAAAAAAADXQ/uRjYvrhZP78/s400/mischa_barton.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh yeah, even Mischa Barton herself "bares it all".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267802224478116722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 255px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SRr-NpEH23I/AAAAAAAADXg/pADkTJBFfOA/s400/herge_ledger_by_max_azria_spring_2009.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But one thing is, you might just get yourself into what I call it, a boobie malfunction HAHA. Drop dead. &lt;strong&gt;Herve Ledger by Max Azria, Spring 2009&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;______________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Some pretty head shots I found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267802050859335746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SRr-DiSLgEI/AAAAAAAADXY/eVglXCgAsLc/s400/Jean-Charles_de_Castelbajac_spring_2009_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267829972719636546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SRsXczUcEEI/AAAAAAAADXw/QPptnyVPcDs/s400/Jean-Charles_de_Castelbajac_spring_2009_3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267829977364214082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SRsXdEnysUI/AAAAAAAADX4/bbMz-46mwrg/s400/Sonia_Rykiel_spring_2009.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jean-Charles de Castelbajac, Spring 2009&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If I were to cut back my old bangs again, I would most probably look like her, haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I can barely keep my eyes open now. So, off I go. Ta ta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1429127265455575793-3899476755764458427?l=thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com/feeds/3899476755764458427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1429127265455575793&amp;postID=3899476755764458427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429127265455575793/posts/default/3899476755764458427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429127265455575793/posts/default/3899476755764458427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-barely-holding-onto-you.html' title='Why Don&apos;t You Just Smother Me?'/><author><name>Caught red handed, Tiffany Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281775422174800649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/TEsCW_JvC3I/AAAAAAAAEKg/3Bt2d5N6UBA/S220/urhr.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SRr-SYNMtjI/AAAAAAAADXo/bA45lTPXCWY/s72-c/virgin_territory_ver3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1429127265455575793.post-6325300224340577213</id><published>2008-11-07T00:16:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T01:49:16.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It Backfired At The Disco</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hey ho! Finaleh eh, I'm gonna do you a favour to post up a decent post for the first time in a lonnnng time. You can tell practically all my posts are either "out to date" or just written in a few short lines and be done with. Sigh, ought to get this dead, old thang fixed with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So you can say my school days are over now cause I've been slef-declaring holidays since the Pee aM aRe hehe. But I'm up for Sam's netball jamuan tomorrow at school yay yay. And it would most probably be my last day in school with the teachers and mates so yeah. I'm pretty exited to leave tropicana for good, maybe not? Haha. You kidding me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I love those guys :(((((&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, I'll get back to that later. So yeah, holidays are awesome times babehhh. But I do honestly think that it has been so unproductive recently cause I've not achieved half of all those things I said I wanted to do after the exams, yet. But I'm getting to that soon I hope! I neeeeeeed $$$ for now cause I drained all of what's left a fews nights ago god knows doing what. I feel so damn frustrated everytime I'd have to think about getting cash! I wished I've a money maker like Luda so I can shake shake shake my dumbass money maker and never go dry of moneyhhh! Sweet. *bangs head on wall*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oooh and guess what I watched today and yesterday hmm? Beverly Hill's 90210 which I'm so hooked hooked hooked on to and Heroes Season 3 which kinda sucked a little bit. The whole concept of the story has just gone wacked man. Confusing wacked. What happened to just "save the fat cheerleader, save the world"? I like Hayden btw. And I still cant belive my own eyeballs that she's actualy dating Mr. Peter Petrelli himself. In reality hello! And Beverly Hills hmmm. I thought the casting was a little odd. But who cares? I liked it. I've been couch potatoe-ing and eating out ALOT. Life's too damn short not to laze and get fat. So I'm good ha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And quick one on yesterday. I met up with my dearest long time friend, Jasmine! And oh boy, hasn't it been long? I've not seen the girl in months and it just kills haha. We got to Curve, nice bumping into Delia! Again:) We didn't stay long as we had to meet up with some dude at Rasta's so yeaph off we went to the place. The live band sucked dust man ha. Horrible annoying shit. But good company all the while hehe. Oh and I did my hair. I dyed it cool heeeeeeh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265597050956704466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SRMonpieatI/AAAAAAAADUY/q6mFnEdigtk/s400/L1010898.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oh hi jasminnnnnne :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265597937255431074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SRMpbPQju6I/AAAAAAAADUo/OWV_f9pHrZ4/s400/L1010912.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i got dizzy dazzy eurrrgh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265594615240953026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SRMmZ3yljMI/AAAAAAAADUQ/hkjPnsOJzNU/s400/L1010901.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265598433706729474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SRMp4IrxYAI/AAAAAAAADUw/-KjtDVhKXlk/s400/L1010924.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;then back to her place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265597566195234834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SRMpFo86eBI/AAAAAAAADUg/rkr9jVvmJgE/s400/L1010921.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265599324124005554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SRMqr9vyxLI/AAAAAAAADVA/-njHS8lHGus/s400/L1010932.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, loves. School for me tomorrow! Good night, world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1429127265455575793-6325300224340577213?l=thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com/feeds/6325300224340577213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1429127265455575793&amp;postID=6325300224340577213' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429127265455575793/posts/default/6325300224340577213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429127265455575793/posts/default/6325300224340577213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com/2008/11/it-backfired-at-disco.html' title='It Backfired At The Disco'/><author><name>Caught red handed, Tiffany Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281775422174800649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/TEsCW_JvC3I/AAAAAAAAEKg/3Bt2d5N6UBA/S220/urhr.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SRMonpieatI/AAAAAAAADUY/q6mFnEdigtk/s72-c/L1010898.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1429127265455575793.post-988123794106644622</id><published>2008-11-03T00:53:00.027+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T18:48:06.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happee Hallows!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SQ3bmoi0T1I/AAAAAAAADRo/Dp9RVD-dX6s/s1600-h/Picture_3.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264104996230942546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SQ3bmoi0T1I/AAAAAAAADRo/Dp9RVD-dX6s/s400/Picture_3.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Somehow I can find a way to relate this pic to today's motion. -_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Likey my new header, eh? *points up* I thought it's come to a time for an edit since I've not been much of a blogging bug recently. boohoo you. I'm now in the midst of waiting for the raining to stop outside so while doing that, I'll update on my halloween. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Had a gathering over at Sam's. Arif the guys ffk-ed last minute, screw you people. Zai and Felix came along with the usuals, went trick or treating then got tired of it haha, off to Bitch's place for scary movie! Tons of fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264367747964821618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SQ7KkzB3YHI/AAAAAAAADSQ/3jM8o98AkhM/s400/L1010792.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264366344319932882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SQ7JTGC2GdI/AAAAAAAADR4/hWqwrUaVOqM/s400/CIMG5909h.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264373987164712818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SQ7QP93Cb3I/AAAAAAAADTQ/ImPudiMi-5g/s400/L1010814.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264368909963359538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SQ7Lobz59TI/AAAAAAAADSg/VIJgmW0YLxY/s400/L1010806.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264371228204614514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SQ7NvX7sQ3I/AAAAAAAADTA/Pnn9gBH2DCU/s400/L1010829.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264367259102376754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SQ7KIV3-czI/AAAAAAAADSI/L_crhNP5Xzw/s400/L1010797.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264366729678740546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SQ7Jphni3EI/AAAAAAAADSA/epThKhsO40Y/s400/L1010794.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264370644376265218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 215px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SQ7NNZAKogI/AAAAAAAADS4/DC2Pqkcunds/s400/frfrfr.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264365950738659378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SQ7I8L1weDI/AAAAAAAADRw/Epd1jcsfVFM/s400/L1010834.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to out now! Having seafood for dinner later tonight mm: )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1429127265455575793-988123794106644622?l=thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com/feeds/988123794106644622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1429127265455575793&amp;postID=988123794106644622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429127265455575793/posts/default/988123794106644622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429127265455575793/posts/default/988123794106644622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com/2008/11/happee-hallows.html' title='Happee Hallows!'/><author><name>Caught red handed, Tiffany Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281775422174800649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/TEsCW_JvC3I/AAAAAAAAEKg/3Bt2d5N6UBA/S220/urhr.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SQ3bmoi0T1I/AAAAAAAADRo/Dp9RVD-dX6s/s72-c/Picture_3.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1429127265455575793.post-6997136588110917938</id><published>2008-10-30T20:47:00.053+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T00:14:40.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Istanbul-bul-bull sh*t</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hell-o. Hi:), it feels good to be back. More than good, actualy. No welcome home bells for me, heh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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&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&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;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Turkey was alot of things. One thing's for sure, let me just phrase it in one word__"&lt;em&gt;lelaki2 miang&lt;/em&gt;". Okay, two words. -_- Turkish guys are nothing less different compared to the typical Italian ones who tends to "sweep you off your feet and then get a little something" typa guy. Well, what do I know much of &lt;em&gt;hamsap&lt;/em&gt; Italians, eh? That's what mummy says. *nods nods* Random people across the street would come over to snap a photo with us. Gee, it's like they've never seen a walking live chinese before in they're entire life. So &lt;em&gt;ulu, &lt;/em&gt;heh&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; But for a moment there, feeling somewhat "celebrity-ish" isn't all that bad, especially when it comes to the little kids. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Besides that, I find Turkey (which is an Islamic country btw) is a more open-minded place in a way. If you'd catch their MTV, you'll see thier music videos are practically porn. Heck, they even have free porn channel fixed right in your own tv box in the hotel. There's alot more of why my opinions stands on such of course. But you can't deny it when they say that it's is simply a beautiful land of meditareanean crops, big ass mountains, &lt;em&gt;batu&lt;/em&gt; here &lt;em&gt;batu&lt;/em&gt; there, amazing sceneries of anything that rolls with &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;green&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I can easily say that the amazing, amazing scenery of mother green is a big reason of why I really enjoyed myself throughout this vaca. It may not sound like fun, but belive me, they're shopping is not anywhere close to that. Period. Of course, minus the bazaar. *winkswinks*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;...And then there's the bad part which is forcibly being on a at least 4 hours coach ride EVERYDAY for 8 friggin days. The max went up to 10 hours. It was pure torture to the ass, man. On the 3rd day, I was already getting sick of my music player. Why 10 hours? That's cause we were travelling to all of Turkey, to other cities which includes Angkara, Kapadokea and bull bull bull. You dont need me to bore you with this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It was an hokay trip. I enjoyed china better the last time. So, here ya go with the pics. Chop chop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262943694634322082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SQm7Z--PiKI/AAAAAAAADHc/e7dDYOpr8Do/s400/Picture+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt; my way of screwing time : )&lt;/span&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&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&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262944983969232514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SQm8lCHo9oI/AAAAAAAADHk/65mj2w-5fd4/s400/L1000933.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262945539746895186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SQm9FYjXFVI/AAAAAAAADHs/PbXHceYvBXc/s400/L1000938.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262967732215449810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SQnRRJ8LiNI/AAAAAAAADH8/dW24qT4BbKg/s400/L1000958.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262967291980189362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SQnQ3h76jrI/AAAAAAAADH0/dlsjvFn2dOY/s400/L1000951.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;under the weather?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262988225612857714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SQnj6By3wXI/AAAAAAAADI0/LXYFtOinBcI/s400/Picture+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;#1 day : stayed one night at Bahrain for transit to Istanbul. The weather could've just roast me alive on a bbq plater. But they do have unique tall buidings, don't they?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262989365171844802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SQnk8W-59sI/AAAAAAAADI8/ek3Pa7OD9oY/s400/Picture+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Turkey has many old historial builidngs/churches/mosque. It's even more shocking to know that christianity already has it's toll on the country since way back when. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262995075576838082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SQnqIv5jN8I/AAAAAAAADJM/63WVB4xHn3M/s400/Picture+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262997028810841634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SQnr6cQ03iI/AAAAAAAADJc/sC6ALtmDQno/s400/Picture+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262990162841709346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SQnlqyiOKyI/AAAAAAAADJE/xqAt6Qjb0xM/s400/Picture+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;a cute shot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262999653766924898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SQnuTO_ICmI/AAAAAAAADJ0/2QYVApG_NEk/s400/Picture+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"okay, let's do boring"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263000453961473634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SQnvBz8X3mI/AAAAAAAADJ8/5jZLYGBQBIY/s400/Picture+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"now, do screeaaaam!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263002328386149906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SQnwu6uCnhI/AAAAAAAADKU/g_IOsNPkC04/s400/Picture+036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;me and mr. camel's buttocks, god.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263004003395175170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SQnyQanUAwI/AAAAAAAADKs/v5fCFiuNrs0/s400/Picture+037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;he looks like he's about to do something unpleasent ah hah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263003431499356242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SQnxvIIuWFI/AAAAAAAADKk/ZiwvETlUeBs/s400/Picture+034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i likey this: ) &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263004614787303538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SQny0AOjiHI/AAAAAAAADK0/-RqMMhJNDNI/s400/Picture+043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i call it rumah batu, ha. it goes way underground. it was pretty fun trying not to get lost inside, i guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262998211464533970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SQns_R_cF9I/AAAAAAAADJs/9D7ZgLxi5mE/s400/Picture+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263006327228062434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SQn0XrkP2uI/AAAAAAAADK8/zbk6bpE1NzU/s400/Picture+041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263002879984213650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SQnxPBlRHpI/AAAAAAAADKc/quiAtAgu5EA/s400/Picture+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263008077161832290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SQn19ik-H2I/AAAAAAAADLM/ibYrvC8No4c/s400/Picture+075.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Bazzar : yo Bitch, this one i took, goes out to you mmmm:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263008613155442130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SQn2cvTzjdI/AAAAAAAADLU/ViiG4Wb5hqI/s400/Picture+048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;our hotel (which is practically rock too-_-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263010190667417618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SQn34j_-CBI/AAAAAAAADLk/ZtwQ5ayk1vY/s400/Picture+054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;cotton castle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263013031723425378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SQn6d7wgXmI/AAAAAAAADL8/XFszAXwK-lc/s400/Picture+069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263012096384418034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SQn5nfWTwPI/AAAAAAAADL0/hfIcDg8dUq8/s400/Picture+064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263010875529664370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SQn4gbT2l3I/AAAAAAAADLs/QQp-fTpFGPU/s400/Picture+057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263192408450228466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SQqdnCI1YPI/AAAAAAAADMU/HIAB9iJ9PRo/s400/Picture+067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263014118553578882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SQn7dMhAbYI/AAAAAAAADME/UwYhRuvjHpg/s400/Picture+070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;if you've watched "Troy" the movie (you know, the one with the heart melting Brad Pitt in it?), you'd probably have a good impression of what this is. &lt;em&gt;The Trojan Horse&lt;/em&gt;. It looks so surreal, and &lt;em&gt;New&lt;/em&gt;, no? Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263194859784047074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SQqf1uEXCeI/AAAAAAAADMc/WfQsxfVm42I/s400/Picture+068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;uhhh yeah. it's a mini fashion show with mummy in it. there's a totally cute guy working there hehe. damn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263191767561173154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SQqdBuo-eKI/AAAAAAAADMM/U5vhL_jelFk/s400/Picture+076.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263195899222126130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SQqgyORtbjI/AAAAAAAADMk/8ozqtqWgJ7k/s400/Picture+082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tradisional + belly dance show. food was better than the show oh yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;12 hours long air travel and here I am, home:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The day after, went shopping with my Bitch. Got new converse, bags, and most of all costumes accessories! You'll know soon why we need 'em for. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Had lunch and watched &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;House Of Bunny&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Real good laughs. I enjoyed seeing Tyson Ritter more then the blondie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263197832900239938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SQqiixyf4kI/AAAAAAAADM8/nq_uZOFlpuA/s400/Picture+053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263197035195995186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SQqh0WG_FDI/AAAAAAAADM0/CEkdCWeleso/s400/Picture+078.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263200870454874162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SQqlTlj9UDI/AAAAAAAADNM/VTJqJU5lJTc/s400/Picture+063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263200465700269202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SQqk8Bu8LJI/AAAAAAAADNE/F69VVCeo2ZM/s400/Picture+081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Then, went back to B's place, sleptover. The End.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And oh, btw. Happy belated birthday, Syed Izmal. : )&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I guess that's it for now. Off to slumberland for now. Taa.&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/1429127265455575793-6997136588110917938?l=thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com/feeds/6997136588110917938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1429127265455575793&amp;postID=6997136588110917938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429127265455575793/posts/default/6997136588110917938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429127265455575793/posts/default/6997136588110917938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com/2008/10/istanbul-bul-bull-sht.html' title='Istanbul-bul-bull sh*t'/><author><name>Caught red handed, Tiffany Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281775422174800649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/TEsCW_JvC3I/AAAAAAAAEKg/3Bt2d5N6UBA/S220/urhr.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SQm7Z--PiKI/AAAAAAAADHc/e7dDYOpr8Do/s72-c/Picture+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1429127265455575793.post-2847763489552212460</id><published>2008-10-18T07:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T07:56:59.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back From The Dead.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sorry, for the long hiatus. My blog is dead, oh i know. But good newwwwwwws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PMR IS FINALAAAAAAAAY &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;OVER&lt;/span&gt;, BABY.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and i'm just three-and-a-half-hours away to my flight to Istanbul, Turkey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see you loves in 10 days. will give you some skoop, then. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1429127265455575793-2847763489552212460?l=thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com/feeds/2847763489552212460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1429127265455575793&amp;postID=2847763489552212460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429127265455575793/posts/default/2847763489552212460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429127265455575793/posts/default/2847763489552212460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com/2008/10/back-from-dead.html' title='Back From The Dead.'/><author><name>Caught red handed, Tiffany Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281775422174800649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/TEsCW_JvC3I/AAAAAAAAEKg/3Bt2d5N6UBA/S220/urhr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1429127265455575793.post-3251210164976781309</id><published>2008-08-14T21:38:00.085+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T19:00:53.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To : The Best Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Eliqa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Shaza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Binti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Jafar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She's my best friend for almost three years now and although that may sound like it's only three days but it sure as hell feels like we've known each other for ages! She's beautiful in every way and nobody can say anything to change that about her! She's my backbone and I know she'll always have my back, now won't you liqa? ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm sorry I've not blogged about you since you came back for the past three fucking months. It sucks that you're home in DUbai now booooo:( I love you much babe! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;p.s./ I like the video alot, thanks love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Just a lil' on what we did together babe:)&lt;3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;First up! &lt;strong&gt;18th July&lt;/strong&gt; - My pre-birthday celebration at Souled Out, Hartamas with my bestest. Most of all, thanks Samo! for dinner and a wonderful night out. It was ms. smartass's idea to take me out on a dinner and it turned out so so good. :) We arrived at Hartamas like an hour early before dinner time to book a table cause it's always packed there during the weekends. We headed to Hartamas Square before dinning in and then to Breakers for some pool. Bumped into Delia and the girls! I miss you love:) We got a little lost in Hartamas for awhile, making rounds in the area and then decided to go back to Souled Out for drinks. END. Haha. It ended on a good one, I had the best time ever just talking, drinking and picture-whoring the night away. Love you two, miss you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237997386573742050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SLEa3vkm_-I/AAAAAAAACFo/tfiy9-VigPo/s400/n545437905_579371_7652.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237997136448177394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SLEapLyBxPI/AAAAAAAACFg/6aVBSLtYZ9s/s400/CIMG5521.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237994628849593634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SLEYXOP77SI/AAAAAAAACDk/ySPugM9YFlQ/s400/CIMG5535.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237994851454812658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SLEYkLhKAfI/AAAAAAAACDs/mmdJfVpOOt4/s400/CIMG5519.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237995021271553842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SLEYuEIn1zI/AAAAAAAACD4/lkYRBxbrK90/s400/CIMG5526.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237995163150214418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SLEY2UrIZRI/AAAAAAAACEA/skG8LEcAGHE/s400/CIMG5533.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237997741430981874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SLEbMZhKxPI/AAAAAAAACF4/7Ap_hdYMBng/s400/n545437905_579339_5872.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237995290462953106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SLEY9u82npI/AAAAAAAACEI/yVjEEiTydw0/s400/n545437905_579373_8311.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237995702217097218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SLEZVs2sQAI/AAAAAAAACEY/pleHKYRhTyY/s400/n545437905_579387_1124.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237995853925190418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SLEZeiAuCxI/AAAAAAAACEg/v6fynYpTOc8/s400/n545437905_579389_1820.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237996034667859906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SLEZpDVIT8I/AAAAAAAACEo/E7nG8Mt90r0/s400/n545437905_579415_4680.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237996176308066786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SLEZxS-yWeI/AAAAAAAACEw/E6l-96HfS9s/s400/n545437905_579421_6671.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237996286018589618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SLEZ3rr0E7I/AAAAAAAACE4/pvEAVWsabJk/s400/n545437905_579422_6996.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237996489998836130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SLEaDjkfoaI/AAAAAAAACFI/pYH4jdgJchg/s400/n545437905_579417_5392.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237997508168468994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SLEa-0jDSgI/AAAAAAAACFw/Xz-i7G8NHfw/s400/n545437905_579335_4692.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237996397191746562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SLEZ-J1j1AI/AAAAAAAACFA/rR-CYXOaunE/s400/n545437905_579432_395.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237995406651064290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SLEZEfyQf-I/AAAAAAAACEQ/YVIdDnIYTeY/s400/n545437905_579376_8931.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237996594622526418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SLEaJpUuc9I/AAAAAAAACFQ/NbXNCrDq2WU/s400/n545437905_579427_8682.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the black and white : We wented to prove that we both have the angelina jolie's lip and screw you loosers, they're hot. winkswinks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I had an awesome night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there were my outing with the boys at Curve. People include Jason, Ivan, Alex, Meng, B, Mel and my baby Dorren. Thanks y'all! And the presents, I love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238000009976583538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SLEdQcgllXI/AAAAAAAACGA/ebbCl6o6fk8/s400/n545437905_628794_6444.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238000096133122882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SLEdVdd6C0I/AAAAAAAACGI/h9aAcIUdSMk/s400/n545437905_628795_6700.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238000177218522402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SLEdaLiLDSI/AAAAAAAACGQ/F7IR90G4g0U/s400/n545437905_628796_7018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238000285066011234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SLEdgdTBImI/AAAAAAAACGY/CBIddbr5dM4/s400/n545437905_628793_6148.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238000359052216610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SLEdkw6tCSI/AAAAAAAACGg/nVuqqVE43FQ/s400/n545437905_628798_7594.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238000441810263042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SLEdplNwnAI/AAAAAAAACGo/yVylThvQUSY/s400/n545437905_628799_7883.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238000514498719074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SLEdt0ACbWI/AAAAAAAACGw/Lf6vwSPCKtM/s400/n545437905_628800_8187.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238000698399495106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SLEd4hFZk8I/AAAAAAAACHA/rCOTHY_51Fc/s400/n545437905_628805_9734.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238000770151818882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SLEd8sYfJoI/AAAAAAAACHI/UJzDx--a3C4/s400/n545437905_628806_21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238000864830286194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SLEeCNFl6XI/AAAAAAAACHQ/UYG4wcxBbRk/s400/n545437905_628812_1905.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238000945280962850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SLEeG4yh0SI/AAAAAAAACHY/Uunvp6_lGRM/s400/n545437905_628811_1583.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238001132334108050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SLEeRxneTZI/AAAAAAAACHo/Zjcjdl94iqg/s400/n545437905_628814_2526.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238001047369394610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SLEeM1GTqbI/AAAAAAAACHg/wLO57QfhaOU/s400/n545437905_628818_3831.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We had dinner, movies and karaoke. Thanks guys for making it happened! I couldn't have asked for more. Thanks for the people who have given me good wishes and gifts, much appreciated! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My loves who birthday just past.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;20th July//&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;Happy belated one RajaImranJamalullai!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My best friend for three years and still on going:) He's a real handsome and apparently, claims that he could kiss better than Jared Leto! Oh god. I know you'll love me for this haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;14th August//&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy 15th, &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;AmyNg&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We've had our way back whens since primary days. I miss you love! Sorry I couldn't make it for the outing. Hope to see you before you leave for aussy? Why is everyone leaving to aussy? :( Happy belated birthday and have a great one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So before the trials, we've been going out practically every week. It was awesome. From arif's house to Cruve to the Ice bar, Azu's place, late night dinners, bowling, sleepovers and there were our LRT rides to kayelle and shisha in BB and shopping and rounds to the salon! Sweeeet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238005269968615282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SLEiCngad3I/AAAAAAAACHw/e_uKxU-HUCY/s400/n545437905_524796_2133.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238005434657297922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SLEiMNBQVgI/AAAAAAAACH4/_XE3EtRhVtQ/s400/n545437905_524798_2723.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238005524393798002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SLEiRbUGqXI/AAAAAAAACIA/bEQA16SWVjk/s400/n545437905_524804_4476.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238005616682869650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SLEiWzHiI5I/AAAAAAAACII/QuJ_jmmgAmw/s400/n545437905_524811_6712.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238005890248510194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SLEimuOqivI/AAAAAAAACIQ/Tu576NfCB5M/s400/n545437905_524820_9490.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238005971138514050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SLEirbkWDII/AAAAAAAACIY/pz5VqNP3aEo/s400/n545437905_524827_1663.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238006312328411762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SLEi_SmWunI/AAAAAAAACIg/aj2EMlrZamc/s400/n545437905_524838_5236.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238008782902943618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SLElPGNOX4I/AAAAAAAACIo/KyMllpiAJ3U/s400/n545437905_541537_2688.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238008979760973074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SLElajj1hRI/AAAAAAAACIw/7-3HTtvnKMo/s400/n545437905_541540_3667.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238009182027067122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SLElmVD1LvI/AAAAAAAACI4/mtzrBYMG9vM/s400/n545437905_541648_3153.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238009282868250034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SLElsMuPhbI/AAAAAAAACJA/D_sNFKNK0d8/s400/n545437905_541649_3472.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238010549125720914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SLEm155jK1I/AAAAAAAACJI/f1EBkQY8IxA/s400/n545437905_541664_8831.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238011681029141778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SLEn3ykWtRI/AAAAAAAACJY/1ajGpfpWpDM/s400/n545437905_541667_9930.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238012457259991138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SLEok-QNgGI/AAAAAAAACJo/agMBknGLuEE/s400/n545437905_545904_9692.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238013293629485586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SLEpVp-PMhI/AAAAAAAACJ4/cOvr7kkAMXY/s400/n545437905_524834_3941.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238014097380616066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SLEqEcLcJ4I/AAAAAAAACKA/gNMtj-I_ZUk/s400/n545437905_545944_2066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PANIC! AT THE DICO CONCERT WAS BEYOND AMAZING!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238016482662839346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SLEsPSDCdDI/AAAAAAAACKo/sd--O_wp3aU/s400/DSC00335.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238016683591802210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SLEsa-kPHWI/AAAAAAAACKw/TVw3PSOap7s/s400/DSC00336.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238016853244669858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SLEsk2kob6I/AAAAAAAACK4/Je3cou9KeGY/s400/DSC00340.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238017286941587554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SLEs-GOCOGI/AAAAAAAACLA/O3CLLfyO-Co/s400/DSC00341.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238018103226505410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SLEttnHhmMI/AAAAAAAACLI/fSng4xHnFyw/s400/DSC00342.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;These are the only couple o' shots we got left on our camera. We took like a thousand but the cam fried up and so the rest of the good ones.(Fuckkkk no) It was an amazing night despite it all. Concert was spent with Elli, Liqa and Ken. Panic! really put on a good show, I heart RYAN ROSS&lt;3&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Our last day together, Curve. We had lunch with family and then watched 21 starring JIM STURGESS(I lovvvee). Couldn't stay for dinner cause I had tuition, omg. Unbelivable right? The sacrifices I make for my studies? god. help me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238015198844481090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SLErEjc47kI/AAAAAAAACKQ/2cNvw0Dpru0/s400/n545437905_686528_8978.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238015306536015778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SLErK0ojV6I/AAAAAAAACKY/H28I9gwfwag/s400/n545437905_686527_8631.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238015494233714242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SLErVv3K7kI/AAAAAAAACKg/VwB5gSyCJ6c/s400/n545437905_686596_4554.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238019712469865474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SLEvLSBClAI/AAAAAAAACLY/4qIS6l8Vlt0/s400/n545437905_686594_3851.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238019995180866274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SLEvbvMmGuI/AAAAAAAACLg/wnMiO4tBsjM/s400/n545437905_686600_5975.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238020440566105698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SLEv1qYthmI/AAAAAAAACLo/3aBbT_CiBvk/s400/n545437905_686605_7797.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238023680345555538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SLEyyPgUwlI/AAAAAAAACMQ/cptQYfBnhpE/s400/Picture+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238023497055497090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SLEynkska4I/AAAAAAAACMI/DX4TkCcZh1Y/s400/n545437905_686613_882.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238023313254626514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SLEyc3_BtNI/AAAAAAAACMA/AIxGWGvHCd4/s400/n545437905_686610_9720.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238022823825365234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SLEyAYt_2PI/AAAAAAAACLw/0saM4t0kWc4/s400/n545437905_686607_8616.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238022997851412754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SLEyKhBCmRI/AAAAAAAACL4/bPD59LkTIW4/s400/n545437905_686609_9352.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Alex, Meng, Azu, Sam, Ken, Elli, Theera and Omar present. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Love you Liqa and I really hope the best for you in Dubai. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238025025613701378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SLE0AjBPoQI/AAAAAAAACMg/UERFqpm_Mu4/s400/n545437905_541643_1515.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm sorry but she's not single no moooooore. Haha. Loves much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1429127265455575793-3251210164976781309?l=thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com/feeds/3251210164976781309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1429127265455575793&amp;postID=3251210164976781309' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429127265455575793/posts/default/3251210164976781309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429127265455575793/posts/default/3251210164976781309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com/2008/08/toeliqa-shaza-bt-jaafar.html' title='To : The Best Friend'/><author><name>Caught red handed, Tiffany Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281775422174800649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/TEsCW_JvC3I/AAAAAAAAEKg/3Bt2d5N6UBA/S220/urhr.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SLEa3vkm_-I/AAAAAAAACFo/tfiy9-VigPo/s72-c/n545437905_579371_7652.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1429127265455575793.post-4406388699118755799</id><published>2008-08-01T16:08:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T18:46:47.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>But It's Better If You Do</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I've been gone for long. Appologetic much? Yes. The girl has been really caught up with things. &lt;strong&gt;Trials are in a weeks time!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ready&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/strong&gt; I can't say I am. o_O But anyhow I have THIS to make me feel exited about next week; )&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229495629493483490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 339px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 419px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="419" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SJLmkWZqt-I/AAAAAAAACDU/fDZrPkTK-gY/s400/panic01_std.jpg" width="324" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;PANIC! AT THE DISCO, 5TH AUG! I'M SO THERE TEEHEE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i'm still kinda bumbed out about maa's but wtf. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So see ya, don't wanna be ya. : ) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Updates on my B'day next!&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/1429127265455575793-4406388699118755799?l=thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com/feeds/4406388699118755799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1429127265455575793&amp;postID=4406388699118755799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429127265455575793/posts/default/4406388699118755799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429127265455575793/posts/default/4406388699118755799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com/2008/08/tragedy-alert.html' title='But It&apos;s Better If You Do'/><author><name>Caught red handed, Tiffany Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281775422174800649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/TEsCW_JvC3I/AAAAAAAAEKg/3Bt2d5N6UBA/S220/urhr.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SJLmkWZqt-I/AAAAAAAACDU/fDZrPkTK-gY/s72-c/panic01_std.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1429127265455575793.post-2880428591650368213</id><published>2008-07-26T23:13:00.021+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T00:15:20.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Schuette. Eric Schuette.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227346364752796402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SItD0rUFGvI/AAAAAAAACDM/MyWx8DaG08A/s400/n517988330_612129_3893.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Selamat jalan, eric?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227346043918128066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SItDiAHIk8I/AAAAAAAACC0/RBnYGYV8MBo/s400/n545437905_545962_8281.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227345966329958210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SItDdfErD0I/AAAAAAAACCs/0FmVIwzC33Q/s400/n545437905_545955_5917.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227345619838969490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SItDJUSyJpI/AAAAAAAACCk/mpn44ADGmxs/s400/n545437905_545948_3444.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm gonna miss kl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227346247702906690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SItDt3RNh0I/AAAAAAAACDE/fCK-YxeQz8Q/s400/n545437905_541527_9673.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227346169750849090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SItDpU3_hkI/AAAAAAAACC8/y3gzRkDVKH4/s400/n545437905_541571_7511.jpg" border="0" /&gt;i'm gonna miss our bitchfits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227344747116226194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SItCWhJd5pI/AAAAAAAACCc/0q7VVKLQ7EM/s400/n545437905_545899_8425.jpg" border="0" /&gt;our playhouse nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227344440796161458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SItCEsBEpbI/AAAAAAAACCM/gWYEtinqijU/s400/n517988330_612226_7458.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227344321892899634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SItB9xEU2zI/AAAAAAAACCE/Z9wgk7NuWWk/s400/n517988330_612230_1521.jpg" border="0" /&gt;miss taking ugly pictures with yaya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227344240012434146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SItB5ACgGuI/AAAAAAAACB8/kmKjh_D-8vQ/s400/n517988330_612240_8173.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227343976620703762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SItBpq1BQBI/AAAAAAAACB0/um1ZJsH8OdQ/s400/n1136710921_30072888_5296.jpg" border="0" /&gt;And most of all, &lt;strong&gt;THIS!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(laughs)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You've been nothing but a pain in the a** since you came to school ha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Germany is gonna suck without us. Or, the other way round? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I miss you, you looser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;:'( &lt;/span&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/1429127265455575793-2880428591650368213?l=thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com/feeds/2880428591650368213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1429127265455575793&amp;postID=2880428591650368213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429127265455575793/posts/default/2880428591650368213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429127265455575793/posts/default/2880428591650368213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com/2008/07/schuette-eric-schuette.html' title='Schuette. Eric Schuette.'/><author><name>Caught red handed, Tiffany Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281775422174800649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/TEsCW_JvC3I/AAAAAAAAEKg/3Bt2d5N6UBA/S220/urhr.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SItD0rUFGvI/AAAAAAAACDM/MyWx8DaG08A/s72-c/n517988330_612129_3893.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1429127265455575793.post-7301309569404737031</id><published>2008-07-01T19:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T19:52:30.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Treasury.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy birthday, dadda. You have made me into who I am today and I cannot be more grateful than I already am. I love you, you ol' man. May your stepping into the 40s be everyting you've ever hoped for.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&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/1429127265455575793-7301309569404737031?l=thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com/feeds/7301309569404737031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1429127265455575793&amp;postID=7301309569404737031' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429127265455575793/posts/default/7301309569404737031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429127265455575793/posts/default/7301309569404737031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com/2008/07/treasury.html' title='Treasury.'/><author><name>Caught red handed, Tiffany Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281775422174800649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/TEsCW_JvC3I/AAAAAAAAEKg/3Bt2d5N6UBA/S220/urhr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1429127265455575793.post-1328442506266764027</id><published>2008-06-14T18:58:00.040+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T15:09:20.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If I am a martyr, will you be my flame, if it's all the same?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SFO_sRRB9LI/AAAAAAAAB9E/AJuzeOtDoBM/s1600-h/DSCF8540.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211719961067779250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SFO_sRRB9LI/AAAAAAAAB9E/AJuzeOtDoBM/s400/DSCF8540.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A little quickie on what I did last holidays, hmm?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So there was this. Caught up with Jas, Celestine, Chris and another few bunch and went over to SunwayLagoon for some fun. At first, the whole transport plan was amess but then, we all decided to just stick to departing from Celest's place. Stuffed our selves with a little starbucks at pyramid before heading to lagoon. It was funny how we tried to find the way from pyramid to the place cause they kinda redid the mall if I'm not wrong. But we were bound to find the place right. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It was mooore fun then I could remeber. Some of what we took. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212013876540628562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SFTLAZucXlI/AAAAAAAAB_c/uh6wi9TGAx0/s400/DSCF8579.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211720723507860002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SFPAYpk6UiI/AAAAAAAAB9M/VxqFejhkH1k/s400/DSCF8537.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211723610461640210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SFPDAsUVFhI/AAAAAAAAB9U/ZDM7TXDjvwk/s400/DSCF8542.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211724711020514658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SFPEAwOAzWI/AAAAAAAAB9c/LESpv-Coobk/s400/DSCF8543.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212001645245564050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SFS_4cmdBJI/AAAAAAAAB9s/9clhLGxpIos/s400/DSCF8546.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212002218704717906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SFTAZ05xSFI/AAAAAAAAB90/c7X1baXWASg/s400/DSCF8548.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212004518047712514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SFTCfqn3BQI/AAAAAAAAB-M/6dYOwdVs52U/s400/jbbjkj.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sorry, I just had to do that. People should get to learn a thing or two about body waxing sometimes. Geez, pain for the eyes man!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212005031858774338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SFTC9kt9oUI/AAAAAAAAB-U/eTTBfvSCDmI/s400/DSCF8551.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212013073936310722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SFTKRryqYcI/AAAAAAAAB_U/WV37BB-wFuU/s400/DSCF8575.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There were camera crews all over. We wanted to go on that ride so badly but i balled out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212018811730386114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SFTPfqvX3MI/AAAAAAAAB_8/yRRE4WHKHlU/s400/DSCF8587.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We got on this instead. It was pretty awesome. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212015219336787586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SFTMOkB_toI/AAAAAAAAB_k/WixRSPagkBs/s400/DSCF8582.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Before the ride. Jas looked like that the entire day, oh yeah haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212016213236154690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SFTNIamEgUI/AAAAAAAAB_s/CgQ2Wld_n9Y/s400/DSCF8583.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212021038827338978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SFTRhTUqfOI/AAAAAAAACAE/5rxgZAuTr50/s400/DSCF8590.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212017370414358354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SFTOLxa2n1I/AAAAAAAAB_0/QjEGXqX3vHc/s400/DSCF8586.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212007427447036450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SFTFJA-tmiI/AAAAAAAAB-0/KDEU_KNaN8s/s400/DSCF8570.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212003449900074034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SFTBhfdnhDI/AAAAAAAAB-E/_PySQa7s8zw/s400/DSCF8558.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212006010580748898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SFTD2ivdymI/AAAAAAAAB-k/blA_KTVpSYY/s400/DSCF8564.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212006742859992610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SFTEhKscTiI/AAAAAAAAB-s/XyyTOz8BHkc/s400/DSCF8569.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212005523407405186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SFTDaL4SgII/AAAAAAAAB-c/HxvtBECL0tU/s400/DSCF8562.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212036463259059106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SFTfjHzwg6I/AAAAAAAACAs/If_bwfpV0pE/s400/DSCF8601.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212035644075497490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SFTezcHLWBI/AAAAAAAACAk/_JX9mere8EQ/s400/DSCF8598.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212025087108907186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SFTVM8WNALI/AAAAAAAACAU/rgWWo9TkvQM/s400/DSCF8594.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bimbo bimbo alert.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212023103633871138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SFTTZfU50SI/AAAAAAAACAM/Jll55Yf83Ms/s400/DSCF8593.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212034667224491074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SFTd6lDv5EI/AAAAAAAACAc/g_NP9mBS9qg/s400/DSCF8595.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212037108001989458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SFTgIpqc41I/AAAAAAAACA0/NHyebeaxrrY/s400/DSCF8602.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It poured for a little while. Something that would pretty much ruined they day, but it did not. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212037901473944402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SFTg21k6E1I/AAAAAAAACA8/v-VQ9wfCZGs/s400/DSCF8604.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Had someting to eat then went over to rasta's. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212038761136892610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SFTho4EhqsI/AAAAAAAACBE/KqQPDYfdJHU/s400/DSCF8606.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212039452079954018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SFTiRGCMGGI/AAAAAAAACBM/Yg3vxk4OzBY/s400/DSCF8609.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212040115594258418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SFTi3t0U5_I/AAAAAAAACBU/xX_v1AEUKH0/s400/DSCF8611.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thanks, guys. Love you. &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/1429127265455575793-1328442506266764027?l=thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com/feeds/1328442506266764027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1429127265455575793&amp;postID=1328442506266764027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429127265455575793/posts/default/1328442506266764027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429127265455575793/posts/default/1328442506266764027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsofinfatuation.blogspot.com/2008/06/if-i-am-martyr-will-you-be-my-flame-if.html' title='If I am a martyr, will you be my flame, if it&apos;s all the same?'/><author><name>Caught red handed, Tiffany Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281775422174800649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/TEsCW_JvC3I/AAAAAAAAEKg/3Bt2d5N6UBA/S220/urhr.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SFO_sRRB9LI/AAAAAAAAB9E/AJuzeOtDoBM/s72-c/DSCF8540.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1429127265455575793.post-1267458902421475219</id><published>2008-06-08T20:38:00.021+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T22:17:09.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Say: Checkers Are Cooler Than Your Baba's Boxers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209489792468195474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SEvTXX0XGJI/AAAAAAAAB8E/UlgxF9fPYtg/s400/DSC00349.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Hello, you pretty people. This might just cut it so wtf. Happy holidays, what's left of it anyways. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The two weeks of hol has voomed by pretty quicky but despite it all, it was a darn good one. And by all means, it didn't quite worked out to be a productive one as I mentioned and rant that I would somehow get my butt started on some home school reading but uh, who am I kidding? I'm no Bryan. ( Hi, B.:)) Fyi: I'm not even close to being done on my fucking &lt;strong&gt;Sejarah&lt;/strong&gt; folio which is, due 'till when again, sweetheart? Tuition on other subs starting on next week hopefully. Then, work will start to pile like how my bags pile up. Sigh, I wished I could just try to think work for one day and not. Other stuff. Try to keep it on a ease, and not bankrupting myself too much now and then aha. You can blame that on my new gorgs &lt;strong&gt;Guess&lt;/strong&gt; trenchy and shits I got yesterday. Be jealous, you bitches cause they're worth more than your boobies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-_-................. . . . . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Yes, I'm in a pretty good mood for plenty of vents right now so do mind me. I got a new cacated mobile some days ago but it's not so cacat-lah. The pictures turned out okay. I'll even post some up, just for show. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209505495007985746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SEvhpYVlgFI/AAAAAAAAB80/tQRkMZOy5tE/s400/DSC00348.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Oooooooooooooh oh oh oh. I just can't get enough of this pic of Booboo. Isn't he just, don't you just wanna get your hands on him? Hee. Now, this'll teach him how to just leave his private alat alone. Ahahaha, poor baby. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209501505077581442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SEveBIsDFoI/AAAAAAAAB8U/WHnZQImCAw8/s400/DSC00321.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Drove around, found a big cock. Now, it would be even funnier if they'd actualy sell bull's cock here. China people actualy eat them, you knowwwww.(?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209502899084465874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SEvfSRxMFtI/AAAAAAAAB8k/bpot83fOV-c/s400/DSC00342.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ignore the dark shades. If you wern't caught up on the road on the day our stupid goverment pulled off the idea of raising the &lt;strong&gt;petrol&lt;/strong&gt; price, you didn't see the jamm these cheapskate s who all wanted to go pump oil before midnight's deadline caused. Can you imagine, from Oneyou straight to highway reaching the petrol stand at my place, it was practically like being stuck in a sardine can eurgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209505175660645906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SEvhWyrPzhI/AAAAAAAAB8s/YQeYldhYJBs/s400/DSC00344.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;My little miss bossaaay, being. a wooooooore +h. Good to have you back from &lt;strong&gt;chinatown&lt;/strong&gt;, bitch. I'm gonna kick your as* in netball, you'sll see. Teehe. *winks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209501288681589826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SEvd0ijOTEI/AAAAAAAAB8M/urDqJ2jeE_4/s400/DSC00320.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Oh yeah, didn't I mentioned? I went to see si Jannah (righty) before the minah rempit had to leave for &lt;strong&gt;Langkawi, Kedah&lt;/strong&gt;. I was supposed to meet up w her the other day for lunch w the girls but x worked out booo. So, I popped by her place. It was pretty damn goood. I with her and tiqah sat and just had small talks here and there. Hey, by all means, I hope nothing but the best for you Jannah in Langkawi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209505778720464514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SEvh55P6XoI/AAAAAAAAB88/LR83cTNOHs8/s400/CIMG4444.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Netball is not gonna be th
