<?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-7853166023685195286</id><updated>2012-01-30T14:40:58.894+08:00</updated><category term='cupcakes.'/><title type='text'>a paradox intended.</title><subtitle type='html'>♥</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853166023685195286/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853166023685195286/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Louisa L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04503578680199249366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TK6Mm_jadgI/AAAAAAAABVg/3UA_HNDyt4w/S220/DSCN3691.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>285</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7853166023685195286.post-7857761806625599186</id><published>2012-01-30T14:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T14:40:58.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'>omg!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="post_title"&gt;                                 &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Which SHINee Member are you? &lt;/span&gt;                           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                                                                                       &lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Are you similar to… Onew (Lee Jinki) ?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;[x] You like to eat fried chicken.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;[x] You’re very clumsy.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;[x] You hit your head on things a lot.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;[ ] You try to be funny or witty but people almost never laugh.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;[ ] You have a very bright smile.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;[ ] You don’t like getting too close to kids or animals.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;[ ] You are a leader.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;[x] You don’t seem like something that you really are.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;[x] You don’t like your actual name.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;[ ] You are somehow like tofu.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Total: 5/10&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;__________________________&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Jonghyun (Kim Jonghyun) ?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;[x] You’re very frank.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;[x] You want attention from someone but you never really get it.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;[x] You know how to celebrate by yourself.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;[ ] You can sing very well.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;[x] You’re short.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;[x] You seem like a leader type, but you aren’t.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;[x] A close friend who is younger than you is taller than you.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;[x] You like pulling pranks.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;[ ] You’re very…guy or tomboyish&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;[x] You can wake up early.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Total: 8/10&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;__________________________&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Key (Kim Kibum) ?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;[ ] You are so much like a mom.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;[ ] You nag a lot.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;[ ] You have many different talents.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;[x] You hate to lose.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;[x] You don’t like your old, baby pictures.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;[x] You’re afraid of heights.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;[x] You’re a blunt person.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;[x] You are good at cooking and household activities.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;[ ] You can DANCE.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;[x] You’re a sort of tsundere. (Meaning cold/cool an arrogant on the outside, but generous and hearted inside )&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Total: 6/10&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;__________________________&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Minho (Choi Minho) ?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;[ ] You’re very sporty.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;[x] You’re very competitive.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;[ ] You’re tall.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;[x] Some people think you can’t do anything, but you can.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;[ ] You’re great with kids.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;[x] You will do anything for the person you love.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;[ ] You don’t like talking too much.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;[ ] You’re generally quiet.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;[ ] You like soccer.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;[x] You’re charming/charismatic. (LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Total: 4/10&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;__________________________&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Taemin (Lee Taemin) ?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;[ ] You are the youngest of your siblings or group of friends.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;[x] You like ice cream.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;[x] You’re very innocent.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;[x] You’re child-like.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;[x] You are pretty shy.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;[ ] You are/were bullied somehow.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;[ ] You use your cuteness to get what you want.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;[ ] You are a big fan of Michael Jackson.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;[x] You absolutely hate bugs.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;[ ] You aren’t very good at cooking.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Total: 5/10&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;yay Jonghyun! ^^&lt;a href="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lylf5h3zP01qc5nlq.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 333px;" src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lylf5h3zP01qc5nlq.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;a href="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lylcid4nP21qb7eoyo1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 271px;" src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lylcid4nP21qb7eoyo1_500.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lylcm9wDiH1r6hjd3o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 543px;" src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lylcm9wDiH1r6hjd3o1_500.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lylcid4nP21qb7eoyo1_500.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lylcid4nP21qb7eoyo1_500.png"&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/7853166023685195286-7857761806625599186?l=becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/feeds/7857761806625599186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/2012/01/omg.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853166023685195286/posts/default/7857761806625599186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853166023685195286/posts/default/7857761806625599186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/2012/01/omg.html' title='omg!'/><author><name>Louisa L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04503578680199249366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TK6Mm_jadgI/AAAAAAAABVg/3UA_HNDyt4w/S220/DSCN3691.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7853166023685195286.post-4999955760973033271</id><published>2012-01-30T14:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T14:17:38.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>unemployed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/J718Z7wrUoQ?fs=1" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="270" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; Daniel Jerome. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been watching his vids a lot recently, he's really a good dancer. (i like bboy dances, not that i can do it myself) He thinks his freestyle sucks lol I beg to differ! He does his own choreography and teaches other youngsters at this studio; it's really nice. He's friends with Jay Park too btw keke, their whole bboy thing. ^^ AOM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a few days ago I had this conversation with my boss. I stepped in his office and said, "You have a&lt;br /&gt;minute?" He was sending e-mails and such, idk, on the computer, "Yes, Louisa, I do~"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the phone rang and he rolled his eyes, "Wait ah~"&lt;br /&gt;Me : Sure thing.&lt;br /&gt;WHen the phone call was over, he looked at me with a smile, "Yes, Loui?"&lt;br /&gt;Me : I want to resign...? ^^&lt;br /&gt;Him : /leans back in chair/ but why?? you hate the environment here?? :(&lt;br /&gt;Me : no, I like it here! I just... got this other job offer.&lt;br /&gt;Him : Where at?&lt;br /&gt;Me : At uh ______.&lt;br /&gt;Him : /gasp/ oh okay, okay. Well that's really good, Loui! When's your last day gonna be?&lt;br /&gt;Me : I was hoping tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;Him : Ah /laughs/ Loui, I need your help.&lt;br /&gt;Me : Yeah you need me til Sunday right?&lt;br /&gt;Him : Yes! Can?&lt;br /&gt;Me : Yeah sure, I considered that. They've got that big function thing, sure I'll help.&lt;br /&gt;Him : Good! I'll give you morning shift, okay? So you can leave early.&lt;br /&gt;Me : Thank you, sir!&lt;br /&gt;Him : Thank you, Louisa. Thanks for your help. Good luck with everything ah~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said thanks and left his office. I wanted to just :( he's so nice omg. The way he calls me Loui is just awwwww so cutie pie~ OTL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D so yesterday was my last day at work!&lt;br /&gt;i had the morning shift yesterday, diva boss gave me the morning shift so i could leave early keke. I left the house at 6am and along the way, my mom was like "Is that your friend?" &amp;amp; I looked up to see one of my coworkers! ^^ because their staff house was nearby so I gave her a ride to work too. and um, yeah it was such a relaxing day because it was Sunday and people don't usually go there to dine apparently. but I was down with a horrible fever so it was kinda horrible, I only got through the day because I was looking forward to leaving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was doing my closing, counting the sales and saving the reports and everything when my mom called saying she was there to pick me up already. I finished everything and said bye to the girl with me. And she's like byebye~ ^^ And I walked away and the woman who had been wokring there for 14 years (aka 'bitch' from my previous entry) was there so i said bye. and she held my hand, going on about what a pleasure it was to work with me &amp;amp; how nice I was, how understanding and easy it was to work with me blablabla. I looked at her in the eye the entire time, trying to smile. And then I just said, "Okay... bye bye."&lt;br /&gt;I just suck at goodbyes LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't hate her anymore, btw. I figured I'd be wasting my time holding a grudge or even keeping an ounce of bitterness against her. She's sort of nice, she hasn't scold me or anything so it's okay. She likes doing work on her own without any help so I basically keep out of her hair. /shrugs/ yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, thus I am unemployed and gosh nothing felt better when I walked out that backdoor and untuck my shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got this other job, and I start on the 1st of February. I kinda like this idea of job-hopping like a  bunny.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nqoXHGf99RM/TyY1SsLzecI/AAAAAAAAB9s/6OroX7V-CAU/s1600/THISONE.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 322px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nqoXHGf99RM/TyY1SsLzecI/AAAAAAAAB9s/6OroX7V-CAU/s400/THISONE.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703304573325900226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keke but now I need to shop for office clothes, damn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7853166023685195286-4999955760973033271?l=becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/feeds/4999955760973033271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/2012/01/unemployed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853166023685195286/posts/default/4999955760973033271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853166023685195286/posts/default/4999955760973033271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/2012/01/unemployed.html' title='unemployed'/><author><name>Louisa L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04503578680199249366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TK6Mm_jadgI/AAAAAAAABVg/3UA_HNDyt4w/S220/DSCN3691.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/J718Z7wrUoQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7853166023685195286.post-4675375862865153031</id><published>2012-01-26T13:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T13:38:24.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://yfrog.com/a/img875/9983/2zbiy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 491px; height: 329px;" src="https://yfrog.com/a/img875/9983/2zbiy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so there's me and my man of a sister &amp;gt;.&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://yfrog.com/a/img875/5756/7h1jj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 540px; height: 719px;" src="https://yfrog.com/a/img875/5756/7h1jj.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello again!&lt;br /&gt;happy lunar new year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well it wasn't exactly a happy one for me haha.&lt;br /&gt;I  went to KB, stayed there for a couple of nights after successfully  asking repeatedly for an off day for CNY from my supervisor. He's a nice  guy so gave me a whole day off. ^^ Anyway, so I stayed at a hotel in KB  and I was supposed to sneak out to see Amanda the first night but I was  so tired and the door was quite noisy to shut from outside so no. But  the second night I got my sister to close the door for me from the  inside and not a sound was heard keke. So I hung out with Amanda and  Lorin, and then later we went to get Mike &amp;amp; Jonathan so it was us  five hanging around a random part of KB. It was like 1.30 in the  morning? So this policemen found us and told us to leave and go home. We  left but we didn't go home &amp;gt;.&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got back up to the  hotel at about 3am and went right to sleep. It was probably the best  part of my CNY haha. I didn't even intend to see any of my friends tbqh,  but yeah! When something happens and you had zero expectations, life  looks so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uwA53ChY8ZY/TyDlxgZ9rZI/AAAAAAAAB9U/u-QCkIMrpu4/s1600/BLOG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uwA53ChY8ZY/TyDlxgZ9rZI/AAAAAAAAB9U/u-QCkIMrpu4/s400/BLOG.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701809766926232978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WEJBvDcRMfc/TyDlxqFA5hI/AAAAAAAAB9g/Yaccz0xhsY4/s1600/BLOG1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WEJBvDcRMfc/TyDlxqFA5hI/AAAAAAAAB9g/Yaccz0xhsY4/s400/BLOG1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701809769522718226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so what else has happened?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I am so sick of my job already. Going to quit by the end of this month and I am looking forward to it so much. I fell down last night on my shift! I was gonna get this person's order in the kitchen but the floor was wet. I was like "Fuck, if I fell down that'd be bad. be careful where you step, Loui." /snort/ and then I fell. And the chef ran to me and helped me up, he's so nice ^^ he didn't even laugh, he was all "Are you okay? damn that floor for being wet!"&lt;br /&gt;I'm like "It's okay, I'm okay thanks!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have bruises from it lol my ass hurt so much last night, it wasn't even something to laugh at. (Well I laughed a little when I kept clutching my ass. I mean, if people saw what I was doing, they must think I'm... idk, perverted or horny or something haha) But it hurt :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I heard results are coming out next week. I am on the edge of breaking down. Srsly, if I just spend a little time thinking about it like I am now... My heart just races. All these "what if" questions come to mind and I have no answer for any of them D: /whimpers/ /rolls on the ground/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7853166023685195286-4675375862865153031?l=becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/feeds/4675375862865153031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/2012/01/hi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853166023685195286/posts/default/4675375862865153031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853166023685195286/posts/default/4675375862865153031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/2012/01/hi.html' title='hi'/><author><name>Louisa L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04503578680199249366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TK6Mm_jadgI/AAAAAAAABVg/3UA_HNDyt4w/S220/DSCN3691.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uwA53ChY8ZY/TyDlxgZ9rZI/AAAAAAAAB9U/u-QCkIMrpu4/s72-c/BLOG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7853166023685195286.post-5910003742451672457</id><published>2012-01-21T12:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T12:21:31.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my first "job"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;boo.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-izn6MWkVhq8/Txo8cloTLqI/AAAAAAAAB8w/CDqcVddz5EY/s1600/DSC_0760.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; 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&lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Table Normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-priority:99;  mso-style-qformat:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin-top:0cm;  mso-para-margin-right:0cm;  mso-para-margin-bottom:10.0pt;  mso-para-margin-left:0cm;  line-height:115%;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:11.0pt;  font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif";  mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri;  mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;  mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast;  mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;  mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;  mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It has been a while! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Haha hi there ^^ so there have been changes within the past couple of weeks. I applied for a job one day at a hotel in town and then on that very day I had a call from their manager saying they want me to come for an interview. And I got the job, it’s only as a waitress at their restaurant because I have no work experience &amp;amp; I’m like a baby to them or something &amp;gt;.&amp;gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Anyway, the first day was the worst. Because I was wearing the wrong pair of heels. Seriously, I had the worst blisters of my life! The second day was slightly better but heels were still killing me. Third day felt like such a blessing because I wore my flats and fuck it felt so good. The food is good too ^^ duh, working at a restaurant; that’d be a given haha. And the people are lovely too! And so many things has happened! :D I want to tell you everything but then this would be a wordy post so I’ll make em short &amp;amp; arrange in them in such a way that you won’t get bored (well I’ll try~) (and gosh I hope this isn’t a bad thing to do LOL unethical issues?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TU3ysrwVMr4/Txo8c-0bJPI/AAAAAAAAB84/HLar2ZwnM9U/s1600/WORK.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TU3ysrwVMr4/Txo8c-0bJPI/AAAAAAAAB84/HLar2ZwnM9U/s400/WORK.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699934746987668722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;where i work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Mishap&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;There was a reservation for a group of people of 15. When they came, I served one of the man some iced lemon tea in this tall glass &amp;amp; me being the clumsy fuck that I am, har har, spilled it on him. &amp;gt;.&amp;gt; like it was all over his pants &amp;amp; the floor &amp;amp; I apologized a million times, gave him a napkin &amp;amp; mopped the floor. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Second mishap, I washed my hands at the bar. And I saw this maroon napkin on the counter so I took it to wipe my hands. I didn’t know there was a fucking small glass wrapped in that stupid napkin so it fell &amp;amp; broke when I grabbed the napkin. I didn’t have to pay for it though I was half praying they’d fire me for it. /sigh/ I am not meant to be working with glass or breakables.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And a few more tales but I don’t wanna degrade myself any further :P&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Drama&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So I work with three other girls, one is an attachment student from a technical school while the other two are non-local workers. The two non-locals dislike each other for a few reasons based on past &amp;amp; recent occurrences between them. &amp;amp; I am sucked into their resentment towards each other &amp;amp; ...it’s like I’m Bella &amp;amp; there’s a pressure to be on either Team Edward or Team Jacob. Of course in this case, this Bella takes no side because this Bella is new &amp;amp; just here to make some dough. Both have told me their versions of their stories without me having to ask (nor am I the slightest bit interest in knowing, I could honestly care less /rolls eyes/) So yeah.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;One of them though is a total bitch. I fucking hate her. /sigh/ long story short, she’s made lots of employees quit because they can’t stand being around her. I heard stories but I couldn’t be bothered but I experienced it first hand and I’ve only been there for like a week. Come on. She’s been doing this for 14 years and there is no amount of professionalism in her work in terms of quality and work ethics amongst staff members. So fuck you, you old hag. Seriously, she tells me how diligent &amp;amp; clever I am at handling things despite being new &amp;amp; that the others lack common sense. However she goes behind my back and tells everyone else that I am such a slower person to work with &amp;amp; that I don’t know shit. HELLO? I’m new and have no experience as a fucking waitress. Shame on you, a 14-year staff that they keep out of pity.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My supervisor said to me, “Life is about being constructive. But all she ever does is destruct everything &amp;amp; everyone around her. You just be careful with her, don’t get sucked into her madness, okay? I’m not bad mouthing her; she’s just a whole other species. I’ve known her for 15 years and she knows nothing about loyalty &amp;amp; friendship.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Colleagues&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So there’s nine people as staff including myself, 4 girls &amp;amp; 5 boys. 2 out of 5 of the boys are so nice to me because their shift usually coincides with mine ^^ one is rather uh... big on skinship. Haha which is alright, seeing as he just uses mild gestures. The other is a short guy and he’s nice too. The other 3; a quiet tall guy, a badass hottie, a middle-aged non-local hilarious man. So they’re all like, of different personalities so it’s all good. I was so afraid of the badass hottie because he seemed like such a jerk. He has to degrade you in some way every time he speaks (except with me maybe cos I’m new). He even talks back to our boss! Like when the boss tells him to do something, he’ll be like “No, I’m busy. Do it yourself, it’s why you have hands.” LOL boss has huge patience for this badass. But the badass is actually really nice to me, when I spilled the drink on the man, he was the one who comforted me first &amp;amp; was like “Just chill, Loui. They’re just a bunch of locals, don’t worry.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Boss&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;He has a pretty name of which I shall not tell you because I think it’s a bad idea to even tell you all this! So I’ll disclose stories without ever mentioning names. Okay, so when he first called me, I thought his voice was amazing. I swear I thought he would be a really hot guy, fair skinned and handsome and eloquent. However, when I met him... He is cute but rather dark &amp;amp; he had this unique look, I can’t quite pinpoint his nationality at first. Moreover he can speak Tagalog so it just made me all the more confused.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;He is a diva. Oh Lord is he a diva. He’s super nice to me and I find him very endearing; he’s got these antics that is just asdfghjkl I don’t know, he’s really fun to watch. Especially when he speaks with the other staff, he’s quite the diva. He was like “___, help me take the function room key and get the round table.”&lt;br /&gt;Staff 1 : Huh?&lt;br /&gt;Boss : /rolls eyes/ The key, are you deaf?&lt;br /&gt;Staff 1 : What key?&lt;br /&gt;Boss : Loui, what did you hear?&lt;br /&gt;Me : You said to take the function room key.&lt;br /&gt;Boss : See? ___ is deaf.&lt;br /&gt;Staff 1 : I can’t find it.&lt;br /&gt;Boss : Well search for it til you find it!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Then another staff (Staff 2) comes in, “Yes boss, how may I help you? ^^”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Boss : *British accent* I would like to get the round table from the function room &amp;amp; I want the key.&lt;br /&gt;Staff 2 : Oh okay! *looks for key but to no avail* Oh the key is not here! Where is it?&lt;br /&gt;Boss : *rolls eyes* Oh my god, my staff is useless. Nobody knows where the hell that key is.&lt;br /&gt;Me : *snicker/giggle*&lt;br /&gt;Staff 1 : Here it is! Got it!&lt;br /&gt;Boss : Okay, take the table there please.&lt;br /&gt;Staff 1 : Aw but it’s heavy~&lt;br /&gt;Boss : That’s why I’m asking you to do it.&lt;br /&gt;Staff 1 : Ugh good thing you’re the boss &amp;gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;Boss : /scoff/ at least I said please!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;LOL i love my boss. P.S. he leads a double life of which I will not go into detail. I think that’s his personal story &amp;amp; so I won’t be telling it.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;u&gt;The customers/guests&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The foreigners are lovely, majority of them ^^Especially the European/American ones, gosh they’re so nice &amp;amp; when they greet me it’s like they really mean it for me to have a ‘good morning’ which makes me happy ^^ The Asians are alright too, most of them. This one particular Thai guest appealed to me because he’s so handsome! OMG he’s so handsome &amp;amp; so nice too, I now remember his last name (fucking hard to pronounce) &amp;amp; his room number (not because I’m a stalker, it’s because we have to check their breakfast attendance~) And this other Thai guy too but he’s a little tanned, still handsome &amp;amp; has beautiful English. He asked for a glass of iced water once, sent shivers down my spine LOL. He smokes, which looks so hot when he does it idek why D: but yeah he smells after that.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now the local guests, however, suck. I don’t know what it is about them but they really get on my nerves. Like, their faces just... idk, they have this bitch face going on like they’re so superior just cause they’re staying at a hotel although they have a house here? IDK. And they bring their children, I cannot fucking tolerate them because they’re so loud &amp;amp; all over the place &amp;amp; making so much mess. They don’t return our greetings, they don’t say thank you after we serve them (it’s a fucking buffet, help yourself. Stop asking for so many things!) &amp;amp; they don’t even look at us when we bid our farewells. Not even a nod. Idk, why the bitter treatment? We’re from the same fucking society, are we not? Of course not all the locals are like that, I remember this one particular lady dropped her fork &amp;amp; I picked it up and she repeatedly apologized LOL cute old lady. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;u&gt;What sucks?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The wages. The hours. The uniform. At first it was fine~ I didn’t mind working from 8am to 5pm though it felt like FOREVER, at least my sleeping pattern wasn’t heavily affected. I sleep so well, if anything, what with being so tired &amp;amp; all that. But all that work for such a small pay is stupid, quite frankly. I only took on the job as something to do so I won’t be stuck at home feeling like a useless bum. But now, I wish the money felt enough for all the energy the job’s draining out of me. Not to mention the lack of social activity that I have now &lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri;mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings;" &gt;&lt;span style="mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings;" &gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I am ready to quit and so are my colleagues. They’re not happy with their pay at all but I don’t think they made plans on finding another job yet so that’s why they’re still there. /shrugs/ that’s their problem, I guess. I can only offer words of motivation; they are not doomed. Except that old hag. When she told me she plans to do something else, I’m just like “Whatever, do what you think is right. I am leaving this shithole.” (something within these lines)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;u&gt;More changes?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I recently went to the bank to open up a bank account &amp;amp; accidentally, this guy I met before was the dude who is the ...clerk-whatever guy who helped me open my account. I went with my mom &amp;amp; i didn’t like that guy because ...you know those first impression things &amp;amp; you just immediately have a feeling whether you’ll like that person or not? Well, I didn’t like him. I don’t feel like explaining. After chuckling at the mention of my wage &amp;amp; other annoying remarks, he was nice enough to tell me that there was an opening for job applicants at that bank &amp;amp; I could earn easily about 4 times more.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;amp; that was enough to make me excited. I am so applying. Hopefully I’ll get through with this one, God knows I need to make a change. Being a waitress is no joke.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Is that all?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Oh this one Prince form the royal family dines there very often. It’s quite an honour to serve him, he’s really nice &amp;amp; not the slightest bit arrogant which is excellent, gives me a fresh perspective of patriotism towards Brunei haha. Can’t say the same for all the staff that dines with him though, hmm. I only like two of them. Yeah, that’s it I guess.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Just a little advice : if you’re clumsy, do not be a waitress. If you’re not a people person, don’t be a waitress. If you can’t stand nasty remarks or bitchy backstabbers, don’t be a waitress. If you’re forgetful, don’t be a waitress. Because if anything goes wrong, it is on you and it doesn’t matter how right you really are, because” the customer is always right.” &amp;amp; if your colleague does you wrong &amp;amp; she has the upper hand of being a 14 year manipulative, lying senior, then hah.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Otherwise, it’s a good way of meeting new people ^^ You get to see what it’s really like in a relatively gourmet restaurant &amp;amp; you may have an insight on how your staff should be treated like in case one day you’re interested in running this type of business. I learned that if you don’t pay/reward your staff with incentives &amp;amp; appreciation, their performance tends to deteriorate &amp;amp; you only have yourself to blame. Staffs deserve the incentives; they’re the ones serving the customers. You can’t expect top service from staffs if they have nothing to look forward to in their work.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If this is what goes on in every other profitable business, then fuck no wonder Brunei’s rate of unemployment is the way it is.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Yeah I’m done hehe. I love you~!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7853166023685195286-5910003742451672457?l=becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/feeds/5910003742451672457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-first-job.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853166023685195286/posts/default/5910003742451672457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853166023685195286/posts/default/5910003742451672457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-first-job.html' title='my first &quot;job&quot;'/><author><name>Louisa L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04503578680199249366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TK6Mm_jadgI/AAAAAAAABVg/3UA_HNDyt4w/S220/DSCN3691.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-izn6MWkVhq8/Txo8cloTLqI/AAAAAAAAB8w/CDqcVddz5EY/s72-c/DSC_0760.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7853166023685195286.post-8030419658022450114</id><published>2012-01-06T12:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T13:47:13.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'>keke</title><content type='html'>time for another one of these things! because i feel girly today, questions are in &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;1. name, age, birthday, hobbies, favorite music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Louisa, 18, 6th Sept 93, bake &amp;amp; read, a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;2. the meaning behind your blog url.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- well basically... just, I like lemons. it's got a pretty colour and a cute shape, feels nice to hold too, tastes great when added on raw salmon or iced tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. how have you changed in the past 2 years.&lt;br /&gt;- i realize there are a million types of people out there, generalization is impossible&lt;br /&gt;- trust cannot be taken for granted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;4. what you wear to bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- t-shirt &amp;amp; shorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;5. something that pisses you off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-people who are wrong but are persistently claiming they're right despite looking so stubborn &amp;amp; stupid while they're at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;6. talk about the first time you met your friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- which friends? haha well majority of the friends that I have are made via school, that's how I met them. long time school mates or class mates; the kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;7. five things that irritate you about the same sex? opposite sex?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;same sex:&lt;br /&gt;- we gossip too much sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;- secrets spill.&lt;br /&gt;- some girls have this idea that they are flawless and amazing when actually they lack in so many areas. (everyone lacks in something, so chill)&lt;br /&gt;- um ...i ran out of ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;opposite sex :&lt;br /&gt;-when they smell and do nothing about it&lt;br /&gt;- when they break promises.&lt;br /&gt;- i don't know :( that's all i can come up with~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;8. screenshot your desktop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PU6WCNfUmu4/TwaBDDOX3rI/AAAAAAAAB70/ze1t9ml5-y4/s1600/Program%2BManager%2B612012%2B10415%2BPM.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PU6WCNfUmu4/TwaBDDOX3rI/AAAAAAAAB70/ze1t9ml5-y4/s400/Program%2BManager%2B612012%2B10415%2BPM.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694380668261752498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;9. your opinion on cheating on people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- stop et~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;10. you favorite song and why it’s your favorite song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i think Jay Park's Bestie. it's because the lyrics are so cute, it's got an addictive beat to it and the fact that Jay made it himself along with help from his friend ChaCha, it's great. Just goes to show how talented they both are, Jay's lyrical miracle skills and ChaCha's music arrangement gift. magic~~ ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;11. the best thing to happen to you this week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i tired driving for the very first time couple of days ago. OMG i wanna do it again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;12. ten things about you that people wouldn’t expect&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;- big on hand gestures&lt;br /&gt;- i kinda like talking on stage /hides/&lt;br /&gt;- i memorize dances in my head&lt;br /&gt;(OMG this is hard :( idk what people wouldn't expect of me!)&lt;br /&gt;- i like bboy scenes&lt;br /&gt;- i like snakes&lt;br /&gt;- i write fanfics&lt;br /&gt;- i kinda wanna be a boy sometimes (not implying being lesbian or anything)&lt;br /&gt;- i am horrible at maths. (can't generalize the Asian population, can you!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;13. what kind of person attracts you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- (regardless of gender) considerate, chivalric, sneezes cutely, hearty laughter, big on hand motions, clumsy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;14. five things you want to say to five people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to SHINee : i hope SM gives you time to rest soon, you guys have been going up and down all around the world in the past few months, lord knows how you adjust to the jet lag like that. you guys are awesome, keep up the good work. we'll always be right with you no matter what ^^&lt;br /&gt;to Jay Park : you're good at what you do; pure high quality talent and for that, I love you.&lt;br /&gt;to Mom &amp;amp; Dad : you guys did well ^^ love you! *pat on the back*&lt;br /&gt;to little sister : stop being so shady, i know e-ve-ry-thang.&lt;br /&gt;to little brother : grow up quickly, learn how to speak Chinese and be trilingual unlike me. be a better person, okay?! and stop eating so much, you're so heavy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;15. something you hate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- when my plans are ruined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;16. something you love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- when my plans fall into place. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;17. the person you like and why you like them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i am frowning so hard at this. um, okay, let's take a shortcut. refer to my previous post ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;18. your last kiss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- barely can remember it. it was something that shouldn't have occurred, i'll tell you that much haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;19. your opinion on religion&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- it's a world with diverse faiths now. if one religion fails to satisfy the needs of it's followers, society makes up a new one to accomodate whatever needs they have. it's an ever-evolving thing, totally based on personal preference. for one person to claim his religion as the ultimate correct one while expecting everyone else to obey it is rather foolish. you can't expect people to have the same faith as you. Faith itself is something that needs to be practiced, to be earned; just like trust. The most you can do to is to practice your own faith, let others see how good a person you are because of it and pray that they take up on your faith too. ^^ my two cents on the matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;20. your opinion on drugs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- don't do it. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;21. your opinion on alcohol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- helps with sleep, i heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;22. the last fight or argument you had.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- um probably with my sister over trivial matters ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;23. your family is like (siblings).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i don't understand this one. &amp;gt;.&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;24. the nicest thing you’ve ever done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- well recently I mailed a card to a friend named Joey in Malaysia to return the gesture ^^ it's nice to have someone to spazz with despite being so far away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;25. something you’re really excited for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- SHINee's comeback, Big Bang's comeback, my results (anxious, more like).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;26. three pictures of yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh god...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NWX4PmLCceg/TwaGy4n09xI/AAAAAAAAB8I/2Hy3JLLRGAY/s1600/DSC_0240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NWX4PmLCceg/TwaGy4n09xI/AAAAAAAAB8I/2Hy3JLLRGAY/s400/DSC_0240.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694386987607586578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at a dinner at excapade for i forgot what occasion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TLlV8gBxt2c/TwaGyk2GZZI/AAAAAAAAB8A/K5Uv664rD_w/s1600/207248_10150149924195954_670405953_6736718_4881257_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TLlV8gBxt2c/TwaGyk2GZZI/AAAAAAAAB8A/K5Uv664rD_w/s400/207248_10150149924195954_670405953_6736718_4881257_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694386982298740114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;candid shot by ervin at nz, i was looking at a waterfall. i love how i remembered what this was for haha YAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JtNAy26B8P0/TwaGzAeQovI/AAAAAAAAB8Y/K-KkGjDqNDg/s1600/DSC_0760.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 290px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JtNAy26B8P0/TwaGzAeQovI/AAAAAAAAB8Y/K-KkGjDqNDg/s400/DSC_0760.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694386989714940658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the beach with my hostel friends aw.&lt;br /&gt;i am so freaking short LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol i do the \/ too much, don't I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;27. something you’re worrying about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- my freaking results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;28. two good things that happened recently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- tokyo london new york paris oppa oppa&lt;br /&gt;- whisper of the crazy party, let me tell you this song is the lucifer i'm never gonna give you up we are the shinee shinee shinee shinee never gonna let you down&lt;br /&gt;/shrugs/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;29. three things you want to change about yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- stop being lazy&lt;br /&gt;- start leaning about car parts because i feel that a girl who doesn't know what "rims" mean is laughable. I know what rims are btw.&lt;br /&gt;- have more willpower to write stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;30. how you’ve changed this month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I am a little bit more driven to better myself than i was before. LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7853166023685195286-8030419658022450114?l=becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/feeds/8030419658022450114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/2012/01/keke.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853166023685195286/posts/default/8030419658022450114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853166023685195286/posts/default/8030419658022450114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/2012/01/keke.html' title='keke'/><author><name>Louisa L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04503578680199249366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TK6Mm_jadgI/AAAAAAAABVg/3UA_HNDyt4w/S220/DSCN3691.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PU6WCNfUmu4/TwaBDDOX3rI/AAAAAAAAB70/ze1t9ml5-y4/s72-c/Program%2BManager%2B612012%2B10415%2BPM.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7853166023685195286.post-3224588123264730683</id><published>2012-01-06T11:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T12:12:15.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'>taylor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;taking a break from all that is K-related, let me dedicate a post to a celebrity crush I've had for quite some time now.&lt;br /&gt;it all happened when I was a little girl, I watched &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;The Adventures of Shark Boy &amp;amp; Lava Girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hated lava girl, to be honest. Like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oooh you're so nice~ with your pink hair, yeah you sure are a hero huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but Shark Boy was so cool and he looked ...not white and I was like &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;"Who are you?? I like you!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he was so snarky as Shark Boy ^^ i like a little bit of bad boy element, maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then Shark Boy was then gone. and I don't know what happened to him but later, he was in Twilight. I was all in for the movie when it all began because I was a Twilight saga reader. And it &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt; such a great thing that the books were going to be made into movies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, the vampires were depicted as the &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;most beautiful, most stunning creatures&lt;/span&gt; on the face of this earth up to the extent where even their &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;"smell invites you in".&lt;/span&gt; I thought the &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;sparkling-under-sunlight&lt;/span&gt; part was kinda stupid; come on. Sparkle? Really Stephenie Meyer? LOL&lt;br /&gt;and I was so upset when I first saw the cast for the Cullens. Especially Edward and Rosalie, I expected SO MUCH MORE. and Bella was just... idk, whatever. Then the werewolf boy Jacob was played by Taylor Lautner. and I'm like "OMG it's the shark boy!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be perfectly honest, Jacob &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;was and is my favourite character&lt;/span&gt; in the entire saga (in terms of movies. and the books.) He was able to portray it so well too; it must suck being trapped in his misery of love over a girl who will never love him because she is blinded by the supposedly hot cold (oxymoron intended) rock that is Edward who &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;fucking sparkles &lt;/span&gt;in the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taylor's so cute ^^ and the fact that he appeared shirtless in it so many times is just GOOD. I recall girls (and boys) scream/grunt/groan in unison whenever Jacob's clothes ripped when he shifted into the fluffy werewolf. I mean, it's not like he wants to rip clothes~ the script just told him to and he was just did it because it is his job. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;bless him and his career.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then Abduction came out. I watched with a girl friend at the cinema and we both were just on the edge of our seats whenever he came onto the big screen. omg amazing~ and to think that a decade ago, that was Shark Boy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like his acting ^^ and the fact that he's not just another pretty white boy or and English boy with a "sexy accent" as media and society have perceived, is something refreshing. He is something else. He's so healthy and I haven't seen nor heard any negative news about him. Like, the worst thing I've heard of him doing is dating Taylor Swift and the thing ended so fast. And that's not even such a bad thing! Honestly didn't like them both together... Some people like him being with Selena Gomez. I'm just like "No. NO. That chick is dating that Justin bieber boy. And f they did broke up and she did decides to hook up with Taylor, ...hail NO."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Fr222V8AaFI/TwZtwfofZdI/AAAAAAAAB7c/EQVuo7Nl--8/s1600/socute.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Fr222V8AaFI/TwZtwfofZdI/AAAAAAAAB7c/EQVuo7Nl--8/s400/socute.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694359458749048274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone uploaded this with the caption "so cute!!"&lt;br /&gt;i BEG to differ. she's not cute :(&lt;br /&gt;(not speaking out of jealousy, i just personally think he could do better keke)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_HJgbreP26k/TwZtwpZwg4I/AAAAAAAAB7o/Uh31jGiksrM/s1600/tumblr_lx6tt6XqSQ1qfzgcoo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_HJgbreP26k/TwZtwpZwg4I/AAAAAAAAB7o/Uh31jGiksrM/s400/tumblr_lx6tt6XqSQ1qfzgcoo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694359461371609986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone captioned this with&lt;br /&gt;"DAMN, is it so wrong that I want to fuck this?!"&lt;br /&gt;i do not blame you, person. I don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JvL3xoZy4VI/TwZtd9_1TCI/AAAAAAAAB7A/DHKl8_321kU/s1600/tumblr_lx8mpmuDZj1qjhcygo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 362px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JvL3xoZy4VI/TwZtd9_1TCI/AAAAAAAAB7A/DHKl8_321kU/s400/tumblr_lx8mpmuDZj1qjhcygo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694359140482501666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Uu-SNcOM8JU/TwZtdv0PhnI/AAAAAAAAB60/wWTgiD-Joog/s1600/tumblr_lxcnpdbRZp1qg2856o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 353px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Uu-SNcOM8JU/TwZtdv0PhnI/AAAAAAAAB60/wWTgiD-Joog/s400/tumblr_lxcnpdbRZp1qg2856o1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694359136675792498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P6xe0fH_vHE/TwZtc2pqDCI/AAAAAAAAB6o/wZ_1biMMFO4/s1600/tumblr_lxcpqinlv61qag9ogo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P6xe0fH_vHE/TwZtc2pqDCI/AAAAAAAAB6o/wZ_1biMMFO4/s400/tumblr_lxcpqinlv61qag9ogo1_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694359121330572322" 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/-JNe7xocI5_0/TwZtctLkohI/AAAAAAAAB6c/IUiP-TaDwfg/s1600/tumblr_lxcw8sDQjk1r2tzluo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JNe7xocI5_0/TwZtctLkohI/AAAAAAAAB6c/IUiP-TaDwfg/s400/tumblr_lxcw8sDQjk1r2tzluo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694359118788469266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iJ_E2oDKWxg/TwZteibmnII/AAAAAAAAB7M/0Vn5b0f1Yzg/s1600/tumblr_lxcrh58g7H1r10ir1o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iJ_E2oDKWxg/TwZteibmnII/AAAAAAAAB7M/0Vn5b0f1Yzg/s400/tumblr_lxcrh58g7H1r10ir1o1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694359150262656130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt; hehe look!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i made a post about Taylor Lautner whose photoshoots are usually done with him shirtless, mind you. and believe me, I have come across countless of topless Taylor before making this post and it was ...well let's just say, I had the willpower to use pictures of him clothed in this post. and only ONE half naked picture of him and his glorious abs and massive muscular arms and all those veins on his hipbone and ...yeah. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;You get my fucking point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;For Shark Boy : i like you even though your hair sucks, don't use so much wax or hair gel next time. :) and beat Lava Girl up, she's annoying. You rule the ocean, Shark Boy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;For Jacob Black : dude, get over Bella. She belongs with that bloodsucker. It's kinda weird though, that you ended up imprinting on her daughter. That's just weird! Bella is your... stepmom. Edward's your stepdad. How do you live with yourself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;For Nathan Price : omg come live with me, I'll feed you and you can keep me warm during winter. (okay, so I live i Brunei. I'll turn the air-con on real low.) Your an bring your girl accomplice too I guess... If she is homeless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he has the prettiest set of teeth, don't you think?. who the hell is your dentist, Taylor? he/she is amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7853166023685195286-3224588123264730683?l=becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/feeds/3224588123264730683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/2012/01/taylor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853166023685195286/posts/default/3224588123264730683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853166023685195286/posts/default/3224588123264730683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/2012/01/taylor.html' title='taylor'/><author><name>Louisa L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04503578680199249366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TK6Mm_jadgI/AAAAAAAABVg/3UA_HNDyt4w/S220/DSCN3691.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Fr222V8AaFI/TwZtwfofZdI/AAAAAAAAB7c/EQVuo7Nl--8/s72-c/socute.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7853166023685195286.post-4664885221810034295</id><published>2012-01-03T15:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T15:49:46.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bee happy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/holds hands close to my face/&lt;br /&gt;/inhales/&lt;br /&gt;hoyeah... my hands smell like roses. and it is all thanks to Minho. i met him a few days ago, he recommended me to get the Bee Happy hand cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay yeah no, that was lame. i went to Etude House the other day and oh my fucking shit, he was like, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;calling&lt;/span&gt; me to come over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_JkEaWD9_Mw/TwKwQqiQL0I/AAAAAAAAB6Q/KvZHqYxM2QM/s1600/02012012746.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_JkEaWD9_Mw/TwKwQqiQL0I/AAAAAAAAB6Q/KvZHqYxM2QM/s400/02012012746.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693306679292079938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW GORGEOUS. he's so tall :')  i hugged him too.&lt;br /&gt;i know it is just a standee.&lt;br /&gt;shut up haha a delusional girl can dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I1b7m-7y2WI/TwKvw194juI/AAAAAAAAB6E/XeiI9WqiAtw/s1600/02012012752.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I1b7m-7y2WI/TwKvw194juI/AAAAAAAAB6E/XeiI9WqiAtw/s400/02012012752.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693306132604948194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really smells good. really does! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mm for lack of things to say, since I'm on holidays and I have no job. yet.&lt;br /&gt;let me go all lesbian today and appreciate the feminine characters of SNSD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VnAa2wRocyU/TwKu0SGNDtI/AAAAAAAAB5s/AWhWL0NGQKY/s1600/yuri1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VnAa2wRocyU/TwKu0SGNDtI/AAAAAAAAB5s/AWhWL0NGQKY/s400/yuri1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693305092184018642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my wife, Yuri. do you not see how beautifully curvy she is? like, omg she's so ...sexy.&lt;br /&gt;and she's childish "in real life" as in, off stage. and i think it's endearing how she can be so fucking sexy but act so cutely.&lt;br /&gt;the one thing i don't like about her is that her attitude changes when she's with a guy, apparently. she goes all girly and... those typical acting-cute girls. You're naturally cute, baby. Why change? I love you just the way you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rNqrOOulRkc/TwKu0aFsNQI/AAAAAAAAB5g/IFlCNhTJQG0/s1600/soo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rNqrOOulRkc/TwKu0aFsNQI/AAAAAAAAB5g/IFlCNhTJQG0/s400/soo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693305094329349378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooyoung. she was hotter before, she lost weight. but I'd still tap that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-29nihw3_g_Y/TwKu0zaMzlI/AAAAAAAAB54/TCRNlkbQjcI/s1600/taeng.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-29nihw3_g_Y/TwKu0zaMzlI/AAAAAAAAB54/TCRNlkbQjcI/s400/taeng.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693305101126258258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this shorty (really, she is short) is seriously intriguing me these days. she has been really hot despite being so short... &amp;gt;.&amp;gt; and i like it. and her voice is magic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UlJYOoPpZTA/TwKugaz1YvI/AAAAAAAAB5I/-BrlC-lAIYc/s1600/soo1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UlJYOoPpZTA/TwKugaz1YvI/AAAAAAAAB5I/-BrlC-lAIYc/s400/soo1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693304750925505266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another Sooyoung. asdviuahwrgr that shirt just needs to be ripped off (and replaced with something less tempting) LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b-ScYXqcj6w/TwKugDLiTTI/AAAAAAAAB48/LFLw672Xt7o/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 282px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b-ScYXqcj6w/TwKugDLiTTI/AAAAAAAAB48/LFLw672Xt7o/s400/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693304744582466866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunny! the other shorty. she's so cute! im glad she cut her hair, i want mine short now! :( but no, i will keep mine long til the end of 2012. maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4eoIZ3m0I88/TwKuf7rXSwI/AAAAAAAAB4w/0vg_ssVjyiY/s1600/tumblr_lqrmspluKb1qdnw4lo1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 333px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4eoIZ3m0I88/TwKuf7rXSwI/AAAAAAAAB4w/0vg_ssVjyiY/s400/tumblr_lqrmspluKb1qdnw4lo1_500.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693304742568479490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he has the cutest laughter. ^^ he needs to eat a little bit more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7IxKOxyk-0I/TwKufwuL2AI/AAAAAAAAB4k/RmGtg-hYbTY/s1600/tumblr_lx7csij8811qevc4zo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7IxKOxyk-0I/TwKufwuL2AI/AAAAAAAAB4k/RmGtg-hYbTY/s400/tumblr_lx7csij8811qevc4zo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693304739627522050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jay Park. asdvIWHVNniuvabr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL cannot leave him out of this kind of post.&lt;br /&gt;haha  i mean, come on. it's Jay Park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last but not least. another Yuri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FHs7QZETXG8/TwKughGXUtI/AAAAAAAAB5Q/lXzqkomB1nE/s1600/yuri2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FHs7QZETXG8/TwKughGXUtI/AAAAAAAAB5Q/lXzqkomB1nE/s400/yuri2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693304752613839570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;holy.....&lt;br /&gt;can you just stare at it for like a good 10 seconds and let yourself ride through the feelings she evokes in you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;this girl makes me wanna touch myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL kidding *cough* it's a quote i heard from someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep. i'm boring i know :(&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7853166023685195286-4664885221810034295?l=becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/feeds/4664885221810034295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/2012/01/bee-happy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853166023685195286/posts/default/4664885221810034295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853166023685195286/posts/default/4664885221810034295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/2012/01/bee-happy.html' title='bee happy'/><author><name>Louisa L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04503578680199249366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TK6Mm_jadgI/AAAAAAAABVg/3UA_HNDyt4w/S220/DSCN3691.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_JkEaWD9_Mw/TwKwQqiQL0I/AAAAAAAAB6Q/KvZHqYxM2QM/s72-c/02012012746.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7853166023685195286.post-5033342058198373428</id><published>2011-12-31T15:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T16:23:05.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bye twenty eleven</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0AkN1EAHWi8/Tv6_UDvga-I/AAAAAAAAB4M/6z22RD6i104/s1600/DONGHO.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0AkN1EAHWi8/Tv6_UDvga-I/AAAAAAAAB4M/6z22RD6i104/s400/DONGHO.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692197330365737954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F354DUmyWlM/Tv6_Uf4I4iI/AAAAAAAAB4Y/4WzbSd_MbX4/s1600/hellotaemin1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F354DUmyWlM/Tv6_Uf4I4iI/AAAAAAAAB4Y/4WzbSd_MbX4/s400/hellotaemin1.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692197337918136866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^ these people are supposed to be moving. they're gifs. but i don't think they're gonna move...&lt;br /&gt;fuck, they were supposed to add humour to this post. &amp;gt;.&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;not gonna delete them because they're such qt pies ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, time for a decent post. I know i post a lotta crap about like, just... idk, i've been lazy to properly gather my thoughts (I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;think&lt;/span&gt;) so I thought I'd make a proper post. here goes~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yesterday me and my family went out shopping for my siblings' school stuff. it felt so &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;awkward&lt;/span&gt;  tagging along because well LOL i don't have school anymore. I am... &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;unemployed.&lt;/span&gt; omfg that's what I am?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7v3LuREUETw/Tv6_T8QQpgI/AAAAAAAAB4A/0DfHmMkLV7s/s1600/30122011741.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7v3LuREUETw/Tv6_T8QQpgI/AAAAAAAAB4A/0DfHmMkLV7s/s400/30122011741.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692197328355632642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my little brother's gonna start school soon ah cutie ^^&lt;br /&gt;he was just sitting on the floor playing that toy like a boss. and i couldn't be fucked telling him to be proper &amp;amp; civilised.  &amp;gt;.&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i saw this um, those pen stands? they sell those pens on this pen-shelf? you know? yeah so people"tested" the marker pens on the stand itself haha. losers. (including me, i proudly wrote on it too)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what strikes me the most is that... without my having anything to do with it, i swear I didn't taint it with kpop at all when i first saw that pen-stand! there were lots of group names on it! other people wrote them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fXRnk3gzZt0/Tv6_Tn0_yXI/AAAAAAAAB30/rS-dh_3pM0I/s1600/30122011737.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fXRnk3gzZt0/Tv6_Tn0_yXI/AAAAAAAAB30/rS-dh_3pM0I/s400/30122011737.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692197322872572274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol well, this person missed like a part of the character.&lt;br /&gt;it's supposed to be &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;샤이니&lt;/span&gt; but yeah, nothing nor nobody is perfect.&lt;br /&gt;but really, asdfghjkl next time don't miss out the character!&lt;br /&gt;and so nyuh shi dae written below lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1kXXYl_CGhU/Tv69xs3LCWI/AAAAAAAAB3E/8fiu3-YfJ2w/s1600/30122011735.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1kXXYl_CGhU/Tv69xs3LCWI/AAAAAAAAB3E/8fiu3-YfJ2w/s400/30122011735.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692195640596695394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kekeke almighty Key 239! omg i was like WOW wtf hello. and i wrote that red part below it.&lt;br /&gt;keke the arrow with "♥ you! - xoxo Key" part. that was me. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fMbRSgQfAwA/Tv69zEIaaPI/AAAAAAAAB3o/TusachzLVXc/s1600/30122011736.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fMbRSgQfAwA/Tv69zEIaaPI/AAAAAAAAB3o/TusachzLVXc/s400/30122011736.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692195664022890738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah so kids are going to school and I'm just gonna be like... hmm. what do i do now? :(&lt;br /&gt;i miss a lot of things. my hostel, to be specific. and then things break down from there. little things. example~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Dy93ru7nmVo/Tv69y8LpdwI/AAAAAAAAB3c/O-MJ3080Hcg/s1600/25042011165.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Dy93ru7nmVo/Tv69y8LpdwI/AAAAAAAAB3c/O-MJ3080Hcg/s400/25042011165.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692195661888976642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;i miss looking at my forever May 2011 calendar :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why is it stuck in May? because i had my AS exams then. &amp;amp; at the time i didn't have a desk calendar. LOL but i got a desk calendar after that and couldn't be bothered changing it anymore. haha i'd draw the title of a Kdrama I've watched and stick it on. this pic doesn't have City Hunter on it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; Besides, i like May ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C6gFsS8w97Q/Tv69yL5ao_I/AAAAAAAAB3U/_JRT04ygxKk/s1600/07112011560.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C6gFsS8w97Q/Tv69yL5ao_I/AAAAAAAAB3U/_JRT04ygxKk/s400/07112011560.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692195648927605746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;i miss my Sociology textbooks. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss running my fingers, scanning through the words on the smooth page. and omg i miss the smell of the books, that smell of 'knowledge' feel. especially the Haralambos &amp;amp; James Fulcher books :( and no, i do not miss my other textbooks. i disregard ever having any other books other than these precious things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4p9oVejdJn0/Tv69xcVD0aI/AAAAAAAAB24/7vlSIFWOIwM/s1600/30092011456.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4p9oVejdJn0/Tv69xcVD0aI/AAAAAAAAB24/7vlSIFWOIwM/s400/30092011456.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692195636158648738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;lol i look like shit. it was on a casual friday ok~ :P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i miss doing the laundry &amp;amp; ironing my uniform :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's actually quite comforting to do the laundry. because i mean, there's so little to wash since all i wear are my uniform, sleeping clothes &amp;amp; afternoon clothes. &amp;amp; i do the laundry everyday so it's all in little amounts &amp;amp; i miss using fabric softener. smells so good~ &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Downy! &lt;/span&gt;i miss it so much :( that little bottle of sweet smelling stuff aw :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't miss school. i don't miss "studying". essentially we are studying every single day. we learn something new all the time, be it from a stranger or from your mother or just going out and see behaviours of animals. it's all learning. you drop something but able to catch in time; you learned that you have good reflexes ^^ that's learning too. learning about the world and learning about yourself. what I mean is, i do not miss school-studying, in class with pen &amp;amp; paper &amp;amp; rules &amp;amp; homework (ew gross)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;it's the last day of 2011.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not doing anything today. dad plans something for dinner outside. idk how that's going along. mom's out for a spa. sister has been acting shady so i don't want to associate myself with her shadiness. little brother, i spent time with him this morning at Jungle Gym ^^ but in the afternoon, i am all alone. which is nice, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;haha tbqh, saying goodbye to 2011 is like saying bye to someone you just met. to me, it is like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;you're at a cafe and it's a full house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2011 : oh hi, is this seat taken?&lt;br /&gt;you : oh naah, have a seat.&lt;br /&gt;2011 : awesome, thanks! i'm 2011, btw.&lt;br /&gt;you : oh cool, I'm just another person. ^^ nice to meet you.&lt;br /&gt;2011 : is that a good drink you're having?&lt;br /&gt;you : yeah, pretty good. how's yours?&lt;br /&gt;2011 : good too. *spills drink on you accidentally* OH SHIT i'm so sorry&lt;br /&gt;you : oh damn. ugh. you know what? i'll clean my self up, it's okay~&lt;br /&gt;2011 : here, let me get you a new drink. and a muffin! on me, i am so sorry.&lt;br /&gt;you : aw great, thank you so much ^^&lt;br /&gt;2011 : okay *gives you muffin &amp;amp; drink* hey i have to go now. good seeing you.&lt;br /&gt;you : you too. bye 2011! sucks you spilled this on me but hey, thanks for the drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha so the metaphor about 2011 spilling a drink on you is your "down" while 2011 getting you a free meal is your "up". clearly a year would have it's ups and downs. just like any other year.&lt;br /&gt;new years are good, don't get me wrong. it's just... there's gonna be a new year, every year. so... yeah. yall get a new "beginning" after every 365 days or so ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i am looking forward for this new beginning that is due tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;God bless ya, with &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;hope&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; patience&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;faith&lt;/span&gt;, etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Happy New Year ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7853166023685195286-5033342058198373428?l=becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/feeds/5033342058198373428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/2011/12/bye-twenty-eleven.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853166023685195286/posts/default/5033342058198373428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853166023685195286/posts/default/5033342058198373428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/2011/12/bye-twenty-eleven.html' title='bye twenty eleven'/><author><name>Louisa L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04503578680199249366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TK6Mm_jadgI/AAAAAAAABVg/3UA_HNDyt4w/S220/DSCN3691.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0AkN1EAHWi8/Tv6_UDvga-I/AAAAAAAAB4M/6z22RD6i104/s72-c/DONGHO.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7853166023685195286.post-6645822835483898223</id><published>2011-12-30T12:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T12:28:06.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sup</title><content type='html'>this is gonna purely words. lol so um yeah.  i didn't take any pictures! and i think I'm gonna be too lazy to even colour up the fonts. we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i went to Temburong again a few days ago, on Christmas morning to be exact. Haha and so I went to church there, didn't really wanna go because I didn't really know anyone nor did I know what to wear. So I just wore this dress that may have been slightly too short and inappropriate (which was why i didn't know what else to wear) but yeah, in the end I was glad I wore that because it was ridiculosly burning hot outside! And what with my little brother being so ...constantly running, I had to keep a watchful eye and chase him around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it was a nice morning I guess. And then there were a few performances. This one particular performance totally had me hooked keke ^^oh god I hope he doesn't ever see this. /sigh/ here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, so I saw this guy kind of outside, getting ready for his turn on the stage along with his brothers. He had this quirky outfit. I could only see his back though at first. He was wearing cute white shoes, nice grey pants and a button down shirt with short sleeves and he wore suspenders which kept me looking. Finally it was his turn and when he got on stage, he had this brilliant smile! and round eyes and yeah serious cutie pie haha. He sang an English song (shit I forgot what it's called) while his two brothers were playing the guitar. and I was ...captivated, I guess, by his voice. ^^ like he has this youthful look and asdfhjkkl but his voice was deep and nothing childish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and aw i wanted to tell him afterwards that I liked his outfit but I was too chicken. he was with his bros the entire time anyway so... yeah. and i was with my bro &amp;amp; sis the whole time too so... yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the next night, I went over to an auntie's house for this huge dinner thing and apparently his family was invited too! But by the time I had just arrived, they were about to leave. And i was like kajnvravrvviuhriuh I WANT TO SAY HI TO YOU :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. so yeah ^^ it wasn't that big of a deal. I am not weird, I swear~ haha! what else happened in Temburong? hmm, oh I just spent lots of time with Nina, that ho :P ah i miss her already. She saw her boyfriend that night at my auntie's house and when we got back to her place she ended most of her sentences with "I miss him so much :("&lt;br /&gt;like she'd be saying "The food was alright, I guess, glad there was chicken ohhh I miss him so much :(" or "Loui, your hair grew! ugh i miss him so much :("&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so I'm just like, "the food was good. and oh yeah your... boyfriend." or "yeah it has grown! ^^ and yeah, your... boyfriend."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I'd be telling her something like "I didn't know he could sing! He wore this cute outfit, it was so refreshing to see someone dress like that!"&lt;br /&gt;And she'd say, "Mmm *nods* I miss my boyfriend...:("&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then I say, "....but you just saw him. Why would you miss him?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When you get a boyfriend, Loui, you'll know how I feel :( I miss him :("&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just like ".....&amp;gt;_&amp;gt; you loser."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah and last night I had dinner with Nick. It was... well truth be told I wan't nervous until  like an hour before it. So I rang Jona for... assurance? comfort? yeah LOL Jona's funny, I was definitely comforted. so I had the dinner and it was really alright. I feel bad cos I didn't finish my food though haha /sigh/ ........uh, if you're reading this, Nick, hi! ^^ *waves*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;avaiuhavin cannot wait for 2012, so many things happening! I cannot cannot cannot wait! :D i mean, nothing's happening to me (aside from my A level results that is killing me to wait for omg). It's more of... other external things that I am interested in that will bloom like a fucking beautiful flower in spring time oh my shit the excitementttt. If I had sperms, they'd be tingling right now at the thought of what will come in 2012 WOOH. idk if that was an apt metaphor but keke um ok bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy New Year! Have a good one with friends, family, loved ones. or alone. Nothing wrong with spending it alone. Sleep through the new year countdown if you'd like, as opposed to staying up drinking and waking up on the very first day of a brand new year with a hangover. :) although there's nothing wrong with that too.&lt;br /&gt;in anycase, I put up a glass of water (lol, may 2012 be a healthier year?) to you... have a good 2012, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;make mistakes, hold no grudges and bear no regrets! &lt;/span&gt;(add on whatever else you'd like to hear to my grand toast) ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7853166023685195286-6645822835483898223?l=becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/feeds/6645822835483898223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/2011/12/sup.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853166023685195286/posts/default/6645822835483898223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853166023685195286/posts/default/6645822835483898223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/2011/12/sup.html' title='sup'/><author><name>Louisa L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04503578680199249366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TK6Mm_jadgI/AAAAAAAABVg/3UA_HNDyt4w/S220/DSCN3691.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7853166023685195286.post-6118408071306120705</id><published>2011-12-30T11:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T11:25:19.515+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jay Park (박재범) - Star (별) M/V</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/uWf9E0Qw8NE?fs=1" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="270" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crying forever T^T so proud of you, Jay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7853166023685195286-6118408071306120705?l=becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/feeds/6118408071306120705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/2011/12/jay-park-star-mv.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853166023685195286/posts/default/6118408071306120705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853166023685195286/posts/default/6118408071306120705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/2011/12/jay-park-star-mv.html' title='Jay Park (박재범) - Star (별) M/V'/><author><name>Louisa L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04503578680199249366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TK6Mm_jadgI/AAAAAAAABVg/3UA_HNDyt4w/S220/DSCN3691.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/uWf9E0Qw8NE/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7853166023685195286.post-1742692529321128319</id><published>2011-12-21T13:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T13:57:51.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>look what i found on the world wide web!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul class="conversation_lines"&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line"&gt;A:Who do you like and Why?&lt;br /&gt;-um this very second, Jonghyun. he has a nice voice, complimented by his gorgeous arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line"&gt;                                 &lt;strong&gt;B:&lt;/strong&gt;                                Have you ever been in love? If yes, how many times, and how do you know it was love?&lt;br /&gt;- i think no.&lt;br /&gt;                            &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line"&gt;                                 &lt;strong&gt;C:&lt;/strong&gt;                                Longest relationship you've ever been in, and why did it end?                            &lt;br /&gt;-6 months lol. um because he said he thinks of me like a sister. for realz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line"&gt;                                 &lt;strong&gt;D:&lt;/strong&gt;                                Have you ever changed for someone, if yes, how?                            &lt;br /&gt;- i don't stink so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line"&gt;                                 &lt;strong&gt;E:&lt;/strong&gt;                                Pretend I'm you ex, what do you want to say to me?                            &lt;br /&gt;- which ex? i guess it wouldn't matter, i don't really have anything to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line"&gt;                                 &lt;strong&gt;F:&lt;/strong&gt;                                Have you ever been cheated on?                            &lt;br /&gt;- gosh, i think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line"&gt;                                 &lt;strong&gt;G:&lt;/strong&gt;                                Have you ever cheated?                            &lt;br /&gt;- lol you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line"&gt;                                 &lt;strong&gt;H:&lt;/strong&gt;                                Would you date someone who's known for cheating, if yes why?                            &lt;br /&gt;- yeah. ummm just for social experiment reasons. /shrugs/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line"&gt;                                 &lt;strong&gt;I:&lt;/strong&gt;                                What's the most important part of a relationship?                            &lt;br /&gt;- trust and ...um yknow, it should be fun and when it's silent, it doesn't feel awkward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line"&gt;                                 &lt;strong&gt;J:&lt;/strong&gt;                                Do you like to be in serious relationships or just flings?                            &lt;br /&gt;- haha rn? flings. i don't think now's a good time for serious-whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line"&gt;                                 &lt;strong&gt;K:&lt;/strong&gt;                                When you are dating someone do you believe in going on "breaks"?                            &lt;br /&gt;- uh... i don't know. why would you wanna have a "break" if you love each other. you don't have "breaks" when you're married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line"&gt;                                 &lt;strong&gt;L:&lt;/strong&gt;                                How many people have you ever hooked up with?                            &lt;br /&gt;- hook up? what's that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line"&gt;                                 &lt;strong&gt;M:&lt;/strong&gt;                                What's one thing you regret saying or not saying, doing or not doing in a previous relationship?                            &lt;br /&gt;- i regret nothing (honestly, i don't remember shit haha so hence no regrets ^^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line"&gt;                                 &lt;strong&gt;N:&lt;/strong&gt;                                What age do you think is appropriate for kids to start having sex?                            &lt;br /&gt;- when you're married. (so i'm old fashioned)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line"&gt;                                 &lt;strong&gt;O:&lt;/strong&gt;                                Do you believe in the phrase, "Age is just a number?" Why or why not?                            &lt;br /&gt;-keke Taemin said this once! well i guess, its up to the individual. i personally prefer someone close to my age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line"&gt;                                 &lt;strong&gt;P:&lt;/strong&gt;                                What about "Love at first sight"? Why or why not?                            &lt;br /&gt;- well such thing exists, in my opinion. however, some people may regard this as being shallow,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line"&gt;                                 &lt;strong&gt;Q:&lt;/strong&gt;                                Turn on's?                            &lt;br /&gt;- ummmm kekekekeke nice hands, nice hand gestures and has an attractive way of eating ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line"&gt;                                 &lt;strong&gt;R:&lt;/strong&gt;                                Turn off's?                            &lt;br /&gt;- rapid blinking, bad breath, uh... just pushy, rude people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line"&gt;                                 &lt;strong&gt;S:&lt;/strong&gt;                                What do you consider a deal breaker?                            &lt;br /&gt;- i don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line"&gt;                                 &lt;strong&gt;T:&lt;/strong&gt;                                How do you know it's time to end a relationship?                            &lt;br /&gt;- when i go to sleep and he/she doesn't even cross my mind anymore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line"&gt;                                 &lt;strong&gt;U:&lt;/strong&gt;                                Are you currently in a relationship? If yes, for how long? If no, how long have you been single?                            &lt;br /&gt;- no. i have been single since.... *counts* almost 3 years i think? damn :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line"&gt;                                 &lt;strong&gt;V:&lt;/strong&gt;                                Do you think people who have dated can stay friends?                            &lt;br /&gt;- haha um maybe, idk. i've seen people who stayed friends, i personally haven't experienced that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line"&gt;                                 &lt;strong&gt;W:&lt;/strong&gt;                                Do you think people should date their friends?                            &lt;br /&gt;- well they CAN~ it's not that they SHOULD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line"&gt;                                 &lt;strong&gt;X:&lt;/strong&gt;                                How many relationships have you had?                            &lt;br /&gt;- um&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line"&gt;                                 &lt;strong&gt;Y:&lt;/strong&gt;                                Do you think love can last forever?                            &lt;br /&gt;- chyeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line"&gt;                                 &lt;strong&gt;Z:&lt;/strong&gt;                                Do you believe love can conquer all things?                            &lt;br /&gt;- well... what do you mean "all things"? love cannot stop a volcano from erupting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line"&gt;                                 &lt;strong&gt;1:&lt;/strong&gt;                                Would you break up with someone your parents didn't approve of?                            &lt;br /&gt;- well... i'd want to know why my parents disapprove so strongly first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line"&gt;                                 &lt;strong&gt;2:&lt;/strong&gt;                                 If you could go back in time and give yourself one piece of  advice about dating what would it be?                            &lt;br /&gt;- haha girl, you... quit... i don't know :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line"&gt;                                 &lt;strong&gt;3:&lt;/strong&gt;                                Do you think long distance relationships can work? Why or why not?                            &lt;br /&gt;- nope, cos i tried it once and lol~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line"&gt;                                 &lt;strong&gt;4:&lt;/strong&gt;                                What do you notice first about another person?                            &lt;br /&gt;- hands... well no, face first. but the hands will be observed right after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line"&gt;                                 &lt;strong&gt;5:&lt;/strong&gt;                                Do gay, lesbians, bisexuals or transgender people bother you?                           &lt;br /&gt;- naah, not really. it's their choice of lifestyle. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7853166023685195286-1742692529321128319?l=becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/feeds/1742692529321128319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/2011/12/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853166023685195286/posts/default/1742692529321128319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853166023685195286/posts/default/1742692529321128319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/2011/12/blog-post.html' title='.'/><author><name>Louisa L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04503578680199249366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TK6Mm_jadgI/AAAAAAAABVg/3UA_HNDyt4w/S220/DSCN3691.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7853166023685195286.post-6715821183531555119</id><published>2011-12-21T13:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T13:40:24.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'>keke</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ugh i can't be bothered arranging the pics in chronological order so whatever. just look at them. lol i am lazy... surry~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to temburong couple of days ago, had an early christmas gathering with the big fam, it was all good i guess. it was freaking hot since it was made outdoors and it was raining so the ground was rather muddy as fuck. and on top of that, nina and amy weren't there cos they've got work so ahrvhhareg and i didn't get to eat the chicken because everyone took it already and i was too late :(&lt;br /&gt;but other than that, it was okay. becauuuuuse~ it was baby brother's birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kyEruHhvPOg/TvFtXJqWrfI/AAAAAAAAB2U/vnP8jp0zDWA/s1600/DSC_0565.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 306px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kyEruHhvPOg/TvFtXJqWrfI/AAAAAAAAB2U/vnP8jp0zDWA/s400/DSC_0565.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688448048843632114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1vBYuEljJr8/TvFtWe0wNrI/AAAAAAAAB2I/Illmqa06lXw/s1600/DSC_0270.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 284px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1vBYuEljJr8/TvFtWe0wNrI/AAAAAAAAB2I/Illmqa06lXw/s400/DSC_0270.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688448037344523954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nUFkcHvaVQ4/TvFtV_FknrI/AAAAAAAAB18/NM9DkKes5MI/s1600/DSC_0601.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nUFkcHvaVQ4/TvFtV_FknrI/AAAAAAAAB18/NM9DkKes5MI/s400/DSC_0601.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688448028825132722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2pDPrOZB7ZI/TvFtVUdX2EI/AAAAAAAAB1w/46-fLulDjuc/s1600/DSC_0549.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2pDPrOZB7ZI/TvFtVUdX2EI/AAAAAAAAB1w/46-fLulDjuc/s400/DSC_0549.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688448017382234178" 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/-FOua1Hm9PFo/TvFtXkcxwsI/AAAAAAAAB2g/kD50TVojpxY/s1600/DSC_0362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 287px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FOua1Hm9PFo/TvFtXkcxwsI/AAAAAAAAB2g/kD50TVojpxY/s400/DSC_0362.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688448056034443970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he took this, for realz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qKBQel221hA/TvFsWBstzRI/AAAAAAAAB1Y/qRNT4LaaHTM/s1600/DSC_0194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qKBQel221hA/TvFsWBstzRI/AAAAAAAAB1Y/qRNT4LaaHTM/s400/DSC_0194.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688446930014555410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qGU0p0Tv5UQ/TvFsVQA0EuI/AAAAAAAAB1M/HekDyQlTtcE/s1600/DSC_0164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qGU0p0Tv5UQ/TvFsVQA0EuI/AAAAAAAAB1M/HekDyQlTtcE/s400/DSC_0164.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688446916677079778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aloFFtGGA70/TvFsU5xrxCI/AAAAAAAAB1A/g0R6UL5WqqI/s1600/DSC_0039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 292px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aloFFtGGA70/TvFsU5xrxCI/AAAAAAAAB1A/g0R6UL5WqqI/s400/DSC_0039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688446910708040738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aSuh1OJRRDM/TvFsUQ7BnfI/AAAAAAAAB00/DiM6tGEMA28/s1600/DSC_0115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aSuh1OJRRDM/TvFsUQ7BnfI/AAAAAAAAB00/DiM6tGEMA28/s400/DSC_0115.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688446899741367794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-I9VyfxUzanQ/TvFsW43_S1I/AAAAAAAAB1k/NFLdiL_3x0w/s1600/DSC_0530.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-I9VyfxUzanQ/TvFsW43_S1I/AAAAAAAAB1k/NFLdiL_3x0w/s400/DSC_0530.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688446944825789266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;him and my grandpa keke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awww baby brother is finally three years old. :')&lt;br /&gt;seriously, yesterday I spent my entire morning baking these two cakes for my mom's friend who ordered them for Christmas. and I left them to cool, carrying on with baking cheese cake. and i went outside to find them fucking ruined. He dug out the centre and asfiuhurev it was just a MESS. i didn't have the energy to even ....I just walked away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he is also one&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; lazy little fatty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; (like me keke)&lt;/span&gt; recently he was standing on the chair, playing with the house and car keys. and one of the keys dropped. i was in the room. so he got off the chair and ran to the room and called me to follow him. i was like, okay what does this punk want now...&lt;br /&gt;so i followed him like the good big sister that i am :P and he pointed at the key on the floor and told me to pick it up. i was like, "You wouldn't pick up the key by yourself just inches away from you but you'd rather run all the way to the room to make ME get it for you?!"&lt;br /&gt;of course he's just like &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;/I am so cute, do as I say~ ^^/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and don't get me started with the &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;rubbish&lt;/span&gt; he throws around the house that I have to pick up later. he wouldn't throw his trash, wrappers, etc etc etc! and it drives me insane! my mom be like "Louisa, don't leave the house like this."&lt;br /&gt;and i'm like, "It wasn't me!"&lt;br /&gt;she be like, "Well, you know it's rubbish. just pick it up. it's not that hard~"&lt;br /&gt;asvuihiuvfg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, he likes to play with water and waste all the&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; shampoo/shower gel.&lt;/span&gt; like he literally pops the lid open and pours everything into the sink just to wash his &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;little fat hands.&lt;/span&gt; and he'd leave the bathroom, his shirt all wet and be like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;/look at me, i'm so cute i washed my hands by myself~ ^^/&lt;/span&gt; and i'm like "you little kjbashvaiu what am I gonna shower with now?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, all that.&lt;br /&gt;but i love him so much, kjdbviauhr how can I possible stay mad. he's my only brother, i want to spoil him when i get a job! (not really, it's a bad idea. maybe i'll get him new toothbrush)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of job, i need one. ASAP. there's so many things i want to fucking buy :( all of them relating to... keke fucking SM has too many goodies to offer especially at this time of year with this festive season. calendars, diaries, albums, ornaments, etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QaDC3KVSGTE/TvFwNGh71PI/AAAAAAAAB2s/bBkbKs2l32o/s1600/CUTE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QaDC3KVSGTE/TvFwNGh71PI/AAAAAAAAB2s/bBkbKs2l32o/s400/CUTE.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688451174739203314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;UGH omg i want to just cuddle with them so bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;hr&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt;tm&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;as &lt;/span&gt;wi&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;sh&lt;/span&gt; li&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;st&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7853166023685195286-6715821183531555119?l=becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/feeds/6715821183531555119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/2011/12/keke.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853166023685195286/posts/default/6715821183531555119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853166023685195286/posts/default/6715821183531555119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/2011/12/keke.html' title='keke'/><author><name>Louisa L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04503578680199249366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TK6Mm_jadgI/AAAAAAAABVg/3UA_HNDyt4w/S220/DSCN3691.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kyEruHhvPOg/TvFtXJqWrfI/AAAAAAAAB2U/vnP8jp0zDWA/s72-c/DSC_0565.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7853166023685195286.post-2942880185218995925</id><published>2011-12-14T10:02:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T10:26:16.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>on you, Onew.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4lFAS_DhaDY/TugHgx3lYFI/AAAAAAAAB0c/kQlX2JoxfCQ/s1600/Image714.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4lFAS_DhaDY/TugHgx3lYFI/AAAAAAAAB0c/kQlX2JoxfCQ/s400/Image714.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685802789278933074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EaNANTKs0sg/TugHhDsO8VI/AAAAAAAAB0o/_Er1nVJjb3Q/s1600/Image722.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EaNANTKs0sg/TugHhDsO8VI/AAAAAAAAB0o/_Er1nVJjb3Q/s400/Image722.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685802794063163730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so glad my hair grew. and so did my brother's. he's so asdfghjkl like, he's cute in my eyes. but he's so annoying so i guess... his cuteness compensates for being so irritating; so I could never stay mad at him haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it was my mom's birthday just a few days ago yay :) actually one day before her bday, it was a saturday so she wasn't working. We went out just me and her, and she sounded quite upset. She thinks we have all forgotten or are ignoring her birthday. Cos dad's working (and he's not one to plan anything unless prompted in advance with constant reminding) and Vanessa's at a cousin's place and little brother's just a baby so he can't ...plan anything LOL. so it comes down to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it was not easy planning things for her while i am WITH her. long story short, I got her a cake and made reservations for dinner. And i somehow had money with me enough to cover everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. what else have I done?&lt;br /&gt;went to mom's office few days ago too. um, yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going to Temburong next week for this family Christmas celebration, hopefully gonna spend time there til I get my license.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what else...&lt;br /&gt;oh it was Minho's birthday last Friday, it was a busy day for me then so I didn't do much LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ff1wJhTEKWo/TugGgI7NW9I/AAAAAAAAB0Q/UBGiM0upG94/s1600/Program%2BManager%2B12122011%2B25526%2BPM.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ff1wJhTEKWo/TugGgI7NW9I/AAAAAAAAB0Q/UBGiM0upG94/s400/Program%2BManager%2B12122011%2B25526%2BPM.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685801678776654802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aihvuhhvrg my current desktop&lt;br /&gt;how cute is that smile?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Onew's birthday!&lt;br /&gt;:D haha&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; Happy Birthday Onew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was the No.1 WWTT on twitter last night, it was beautiful :')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0asRr9AC7q4/TugFmbogKPI/AAAAAAAAB0E/b5r2wS3S4zI/s1600/Program%2BManager%2B12122011%2B25526%2BPM.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hdh2HiFfXb0/TugERyRhBKI/AAAAAAAABzs/y0kMj8Ar-OU/s1600/tumblr_lt074uYMvq1qaiic9o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hdh2HiFfXb0/TugERyRhBKI/AAAAAAAABzs/y0kMj8Ar-OU/s320/tumblr_lt074uYMvq1qaiic9o1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685799233154778274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BAeQ-1iyjpg/TugERXqHGSI/AAAAAAAABzg/ZWaOfdYWFDA/s1600/spamONEW5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 224px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BAeQ-1iyjpg/TugERXqHGSI/AAAAAAAABzg/ZWaOfdYWFDA/s320/spamONEW5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685799226010179874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KZaYNbhwS3U/TugERHhLjGI/AAAAAAAABzU/JFVQN0n2Waw/s1600/img0005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KZaYNbhwS3U/TugERHhLjGI/AAAAAAAABzU/JFVQN0n2Waw/s320/img0005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685799221677755490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l50OCWlekO8/TugEQ2zc9zI/AAAAAAAABzI/bGjrJkc-0ik/s1600/tumblr_lmtbelpI211qcl8qx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l50OCWlekO8/TugEQ2zc9zI/AAAAAAAABzI/bGjrJkc-0ik/s320/tumblr_lmtbelpI211qcl8qx.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685799217190991666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dc2E5iR1ZF8/TugESOjeWBI/AAAAAAAABz0/FWDw4QLDlT4/s1600/tumblr_ljf7d0vKR61qd95iho1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 203px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dc2E5iR1ZF8/TugESOjeWBI/AAAAAAAABz0/FWDw4QLDlT4/s320/tumblr_ljf7d0vKR61qd95iho1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685799240746293266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday baby. have a good one, have fun with your members, friends and family ^^&lt;br /&gt;LOVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7853166023685195286-2942880185218995925?l=becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/feeds/2942880185218995925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/2011/12/on-you-onew.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853166023685195286/posts/default/2942880185218995925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853166023685195286/posts/default/2942880185218995925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/2011/12/on-you-onew.html' title='on you, Onew.'/><author><name>Louisa L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04503578680199249366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TK6Mm_jadgI/AAAAAAAABVg/3UA_HNDyt4w/S220/DSCN3691.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4lFAS_DhaDY/TugHgx3lYFI/AAAAAAAAB0c/kQlX2JoxfCQ/s72-c/Image714.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7853166023685195286.post-3524112043134760707</id><published>2011-12-05T14:04:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T14:41:44.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wassgood</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;so i've had a lot of time to ...think, i suppose you can call it. haha  this thought has been haunting me for a long while actually but I  shrugged it off because i didn't really have a proper reason to defend  it. but now that i've thought about it thoroughly, i've come to the  conclusion that it would be pretty amazing to be a boy. :( being a girl  has it's perks i guess, but being a boy would be amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;1. i can develop some serious muscles however i want. because if  girls had this much muscle, you be hearing "girl, you on steroids? you  crazy!!" come on, girls looks scary with abs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lvybIomw66U/Ttxhie1LBXI/AAAAAAAAByA/Wxnv5PjkOns/s1600/tumblr_lv8lixeOOl1r756lho1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 254px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lvybIomw66U/Ttxhie1LBXI/AAAAAAAAByA/Wxnv5PjkOns/s320/tumblr_lv8lixeOOl1r756lho1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682524074854253938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-prXJda9hTJY/TtxfZLENGXI/AAAAAAAABxE/-vifHiBK8nc/s1600/jaycook2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 219px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-prXJda9hTJY/TtxfZLENGXI/AAAAAAAABxE/-vifHiBK8nc/s320/jaycook2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682521715906517362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;2. you get to walk around shirtless.  and no  one will question you. i sweat, i go shirtless. on the beach, shirtless.  at home, shirtless.  wash the car, shirtless. and no one will call you a  slut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YUYVsu_V-CY/TtxiVwykKZI/AAAAAAAAByY/y69wN0BLCu8/s1600/spamMINHO4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YUYVsu_V-CY/TtxiVwykKZI/AAAAAAAAByY/y69wN0BLCu8/s320/spamMINHO4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682524955848485266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rA7qDCr-yhM/TtxiVwO2cQI/AAAAAAAAByo/c7Oj38gcYBs/s1600/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rA7qDCr-yhM/TtxiVwO2cQI/AAAAAAAAByo/c7Oj38gcYBs/s320/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682524955698688258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I get to check Yuri and no one will think it's weird. because I'd be a man and it is the most naturl thing to be checking out someone as beautiful as she. moreover, she might actually look at me too like "hell yes boy, i am hot." instead of "omg ew waylt?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SX_tnBc-8Hc/TtxfZQTbIwI/AAAAAAAABxc/xg5ROGdlgSo/s1600/yuri7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SX_tnBc-8Hc/TtxfZQTbIwI/AAAAAAAABxc/xg5ROGdlgSo/s320/yuri7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682521717312529154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;4. you get to wear a tux, button down shirts, cuff links, man shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;srsly  girls have the hardest time looking for that perfect dress or perfect  outfit, its a hassle! you dont hear men going "oh that bitch, he's  wearing a tux like me." And it'll be just good to wear a v-neck shirt and jeans aohvhv appealing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TsAvW8cFBfM/TtxhiRdb_fI/AAAAAAAAByI/8qIgd7esf70/s1600/tumblr_lbsgl9hLH41qerxoho1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TsAvW8cFBfM/TtxhiRdb_fI/AAAAAAAAByI/8qIgd7esf70/s320/tumblr_lbsgl9hLH41qerxoho1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682524071265041906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jpJ1D0nbmew/TtxfZFGvnrI/AAAAAAAABxM/8uOMKkbMUhU/s1600/jayhot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jpJ1D0nbmew/TtxfZFGvnrI/AAAAAAAABxM/8uOMKkbMUhU/s320/jayhot.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682521714306555570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;5. bromance. srsly, i'd have the best of both worlds. (additional reasons i can't disclose)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uoX_qEakovk/TtxfZwd3nAI/AAAAAAAABxo/LSnIf01KEhI/s1600/jongkey1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 231px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uoX_qEakovk/TtxfZwd3nAI/AAAAAAAABxo/LSnIf01KEhI/s320/jongkey1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682521725946272770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;6. a girl has to know how to cook, we're stereotyped to be that way. society has moulded us into those housemaker figures. but if you were a boy and you can't cook, it's fine~ but if you were a man and CAN cook, you're the coolest shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MQcafOEx3Mc/TtxfaHBPxpI/AAAAAAAABx0/AdXlWeAsJQE/s1600/jaycook.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MQcafOEx3Mc/TtxfaHBPxpI/AAAAAAAABx0/AdXlWeAsJQE/s320/jaycook.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682521732000237202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. i'd be a fanboy. which is cooler than being a fangirl cos well if youre a boy going all crazy on Jonghyun let's say, he'd notice. believe me he would ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. we could do sports without having to worry about smelling bad or getting our boobs injured LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Caj50Wy43Z0/Ttxkes65ubI/AAAAAAAABy8/tPp8jy_UIfU/s1600/kpop3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 228px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Caj50Wy43Z0/Ttxkes65ubI/AAAAAAAABy8/tPp8jy_UIfU/s320/kpop3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682527308451789234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. we can grunt. minho, seungri, taeyang, jay... they grunt. and its hot. when girls grunt (like in tennis games) its just annoying. (okay this is probably personal preference haha.) and i'm not gonna put in vids of grunting men because that be crazy. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. if you like shopping, you're metrosexual and have a flair for fashion. if you don't , its fine. for girls, no shopping means you're boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and in relation to my previous post, no man would come at me for i am a man myself.&lt;br /&gt;well one thing i like about being a girl, getting a manicure. and dresses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and on a side note, my mom's making me go for this thing that i really don't wanna go for. i can't believe she's making me go against my own will. i mean come on, i'm fucking 18. isn't that like kadsviuahsiuva UGH hihvasdabuvv i hate this. i fucking hate this. i don't hate her nor the thing i'm going to, i just cannot fathom why she feels the need to force me into doing something i don't like whereas i was raised to "do what you like" or "go for things you want to do". HELLO. what part of "I DONT WANNA GO" presents a vague hint of me actually wanting to go to that thing?&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my sister is being such a bitch lately. ugh i don't even have the strength to type out a rant for it. At this point, i hate being at home and i would like to go back to dorm life. i miss those times when i have no idea what's going on at home and when i hear news from relatives like "Loui, have you heard so and so cousin did so and so this? What a bitch, right?!"&lt;br /&gt;and I could just shrug and say "No idea, don't know a thing."&lt;br /&gt;i miss those times when I could sleep all day long with no one bothering me at all. I could watch One Piece in peace without my brother making me play Spongebob on my laptop because i don't fucking have Spongebob in my laptop.&lt;br /&gt;and I miss the random conversations I'd have with my friends about... LOL just about stuff. can't do that at home cos i can't talk about those things with my mom; my sister's just... i can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*inhale*exhale*&lt;br /&gt;i will just... take this as those.... things-happen-for-a-reason kind of thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7853166023685195286-3524112043134760707?l=becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/feeds/3524112043134760707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/2011/12/wassgood.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853166023685195286/posts/default/3524112043134760707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853166023685195286/posts/default/3524112043134760707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/2011/12/wassgood.html' title='wassgood'/><author><name>Louisa L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04503578680199249366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TK6Mm_jadgI/AAAAAAAABVg/3UA_HNDyt4w/S220/DSCN3691.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lvybIomw66U/Ttxhie1LBXI/AAAAAAAAByA/Wxnv5PjkOns/s72-c/tumblr_lv8lixeOOl1r756lho1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7853166023685195286.post-3914031054991731142</id><published>2011-12-05T11:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T11:57:55.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'>scary</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;okay so I was &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;chillin' like a villain&lt;/span&gt; in coffee bean, minding my own business like I usually do and I'm laughing at the funny things I see that is offered by the world wide web. And this dude comes up to me and sits with me and I was like "the fuck?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he was tall, tanned, shaved head and shaved chin though you could see like stubs of facial hair. and he was smiling and was like "Hi, you on vacation?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Me : uh no?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;him : you're a student?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;me : uh... yeah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;him : so you must be on vacation then, it's the holidays :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;me : ....right. but uh.. this isn't what i call- (okay wtf why are you trying to explain your definition of a vacation to a fucking stranger, stop talking loui)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;him : hmm?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;me : nothing. what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;him : (laughs) so uh... okay, you're a student. I'm a Spanish teacher you know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;me : oh cool?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;him : yeah (laugh) I teach Spanish. You... alone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;me : um... (lie loui, lie! God will forgive you in this case) no, i'm actually waiting for me mom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;him : ah okay... so uh, I was watching you and I wanted to sit here and talk with you. *sleazy smile* is that okay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;me : uh.... nnnnno~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;him : (laughs) yeah it's not common here right? I've been here for almost a year and a half now. people here are actually friendly, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;me : i guess?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;him : so.... how old are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;me : (lie again, loui LIE) uhhhhhh.... sixteen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;him : *eyes me up and down* you're sixteen, that means you're under aged. I thought you were older.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;me : i'm not~! ^^ i am sixteen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;him : okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then he fucking gets up and leaves. like he wasn't even smiling anymore after i told him i was sixteen. motherfucking pervert. Spanish teacher? LOL i don't recall our local curriculum teaching spanish. he had this weird accent too.&lt;br /&gt;scared the fuck out of me srsly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and suddenly being of legal age feels like a burden.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7853166023685195286-3914031054991731142?l=becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/feeds/3914031054991731142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/2011/12/scary.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853166023685195286/posts/default/3914031054991731142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853166023685195286/posts/default/3914031054991731142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/2011/12/scary.html' title='scary'/><author><name>Louisa L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04503578680199249366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TK6Mm_jadgI/AAAAAAAABVg/3UA_HNDyt4w/S220/DSCN3691.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7853166023685195286.post-2045574363533355842</id><published>2011-11-28T16:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T17:05:12.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>more questionnaires since i have more time!</title><content type='html'>1. Think of the last person who said I love you, do you think they meant it?&lt;br /&gt;- they better.&lt;br /&gt;2. Would you date an 18-year-old at the age you are now?&lt;br /&gt;- well, Taemin's 18, just 2 months older than me. i'm fine with that. lol &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;/hides&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. When’s the last time you were aggravated and happy at the same time?&lt;br /&gt;- doing my socio paper, knowing i'm forgetting something but so relieved that the things i read were useful and spot-on.&lt;br /&gt;4. Would you ever smile at a stranger?&lt;br /&gt;- as long as he/she is fully clothed, why not? (granting a shirtless for men)&lt;br /&gt;5. Is there someone mad because you’re dating/talking to the person you are?&lt;br /&gt;- eopseo&lt;br /&gt;6. Have you heard a song that reminds you of someone today?&lt;br /&gt;- haha ok so if i listen to shinee, i obviously think of the people who's parts are being sung. same applies to Jay, maroon 5 etc&lt;br /&gt;7. What exactly are you wearing right now?&lt;br /&gt;- grey shirt and denim shorts&lt;br /&gt;8. How often do you listen to music?&lt;br /&gt;- all the time, rn&lt;br /&gt;9. Do you wear jeans or sweats more?&lt;br /&gt;- what is sweats? is that something you eat? lol jeans&lt;br /&gt;10. Do you think your life will change dramatically before 2012?&lt;br /&gt;- 2011 is almost over... probably not&lt;br /&gt;11. Are you a social or an antisocial person?&lt;br /&gt;-a liddabitta both&lt;br /&gt;12. Have you ever kissed someone whose name begins with the letter ‘A’?&lt;br /&gt;/snorts.&lt;br /&gt;13. What about ‘R’?&lt;br /&gt; -nope&lt;br /&gt;14. Can you drive a stick shift?&lt;br /&gt;- a what?&lt;br /&gt;15. Do you care if people talk badly about you?&lt;br /&gt;- well yeah but there isn't much i can do about it is there? lemme throw a little wisdom. "some people be throwin dirt on my name but its all good, i still show em some love" - Jay Park.&lt;br /&gt;16. Are you going out of town soon?&lt;br /&gt;- how soon?&lt;br /&gt;17. When was the last time you cried?&lt;br /&gt;- mmmm 2weeks ago, watching My Piano&lt;br /&gt;18. Have you ever told someone you loved them?&lt;br /&gt;- lol you mean actually say it? uh once or twice.&lt;br /&gt;19. If you could change your eye color, would you?&lt;br /&gt; -prolly not&lt;br /&gt;20. Is there a boy who you would do absolutely everything for?&lt;br /&gt;-haha everything sounds border-less though, would i DIE for a boy? no.&lt;br /&gt;21. Name something you dislike about the day you’re having.&lt;br /&gt; -its too cold and i am very hungry.&lt;br /&gt;22. Is it cute when guys kiss you on your forehead?&lt;br /&gt;-which guy haha omg, am I sweating? Do I know these guys?&lt;br /&gt;23. Are you dating the last person you talked to?&lt;br /&gt;-uh who did I talk to... no.&lt;br /&gt;24. What are you sitting on right now?&lt;br /&gt;- chair&lt;br /&gt;25. Does anyone regularly (other than family) tell you they love you?&lt;br /&gt;- no&lt;br /&gt;26. Have you ever wanted someone you couldn’t have?&lt;br /&gt;- haha oh bitch&lt;br /&gt;27. Who was the last person you talked to before you went to bed last night?&lt;br /&gt;-um my mom&lt;br /&gt;28. Do you get a lot of colds?&lt;br /&gt;-nope ^^&lt;br /&gt;29. Where is the shirt you are wearing from?&lt;br /&gt;-giordano&lt;br /&gt;30. Does anyone hate you?&lt;br /&gt;-i danaaaaa~&lt;br /&gt;31. Do you have any empty alcohol bottles hidden somewhere in your room?&lt;br /&gt;- lol no O:)&lt;br /&gt;32. Do you like watching scary movies?&lt;br /&gt;- kinda, depends what kind and with who really&lt;br /&gt;33. Do you want your tongue pierced?&lt;br /&gt;-no thank you&lt;br /&gt;34. If you had to delete one year of your life completely, which would it be?&lt;br /&gt;-omg um maybe 2005?&lt;br /&gt;35. Did you have a dream last night?&lt;br /&gt;-yeah but i forgot what it was about, could've sworn it was about Jonghyun singing&lt;br /&gt;36. When was the last time you told someone you loved them?&lt;br /&gt;- you mean face to face? cant even remember&lt;br /&gt;37. Do you think you’ll be married in 5 years?&lt;br /&gt;-i think life has too many uncertainties to even predict that&lt;br /&gt;38. Do you think someone has feelings for you?&lt;br /&gt;-nope&lt;br /&gt;39. Do you think someone is thinking about you right now?&lt;br /&gt;-no, i dont&lt;br /&gt;40. Did you have a good day yesterday?&lt;br /&gt;-it was alright :)&lt;br /&gt;41. Think back 2 months ago; were you in a relationship?&lt;br /&gt;- LOL no&lt;br /&gt;42. In the next 48 hours, will you hang out with a girl?&lt;br /&gt;- um my sister is a girl? ^^&lt;br /&gt;43. Has anyone told you they don’t want to ever lose you?&lt;br /&gt;- i have horrible memory haha&lt;br /&gt;44. What’s the best part about school?&lt;br /&gt;- oh, that it is over ^^&lt;br /&gt;45. Do you have any pictures on your Facebook?&lt;br /&gt;- are you serious?&lt;br /&gt;46. Do you ever pass notes to your friends in school?&lt;br /&gt;- yeah&lt;br /&gt;47. Do you replay things that have happened in your head?&lt;br /&gt;- more of the things that i wish would happen ^^&lt;br /&gt;48. Were you single over the last summer?&lt;br /&gt;- well its brunei so its always "summer", and yes.&lt;br /&gt;49. Is your life anything like it was two years ago?&lt;br /&gt;- um naah.&lt;br /&gt;50. What are you supposed to be doing right now?&lt;br /&gt;- nothing, hence im doing this. was supposed to have lunch with mom but yeah.&lt;br /&gt;51. Do you hate the last guy you had a conversation with?&lt;br /&gt;- my grandpa? never&lt;br /&gt;52. Are you nice to everyone?&lt;br /&gt;- to everyone that matters ♥&lt;br /&gt;53. Have you ever liked someone you didn’t expect to?&lt;br /&gt;- omg yes, every single day i cannot even fathom it. who knew i had this inner fangirl in me?!&lt;br /&gt;54. Do you think you can last in a relationship for 6 months and not cheat?&lt;br /&gt;- LOL how dare you&lt;br /&gt;55. Are you good at hiding your feelings?&lt;br /&gt;- i usually react via facial expressions instantly and then hide it really quick. so... i guess if people could catch that brief moment, then the answer to this is no.&lt;br /&gt;56. Do you think you like someone?&lt;br /&gt;-when you say like...&lt;br /&gt;57. Have you kissed someone whose name starts with a ‘J’?&lt;br /&gt;- haha no&lt;br /&gt;58. Do you prefer to be friends with girls or boys?&lt;br /&gt;- maybe boys&lt;br /&gt;59. Has anyone of your friends ever seen you cry?&lt;br /&gt;- yeah&lt;br /&gt;60. Do you hate anyone?&lt;br /&gt;- today i hated HyunA so much!!! then i got over it.&lt;br /&gt;61. How’s your heart?&lt;br /&gt;- it is in top condish&lt;br /&gt;62. Is there something that happened in your past that you hate talking about?&lt;br /&gt;- er  yes&lt;br /&gt;63. Have you ever cried over a guy?&lt;br /&gt;- um ...have I? can't recall tbqh :/ girls usually cry during breakups right?&lt;br /&gt;64. Who is probably talking a load of crap about you right now?&lt;br /&gt;- haha idk&lt;br /&gt;65. Are your toenails painted pink?&lt;br /&gt;- no&lt;br /&gt;66. Will your next kiss be a mistake?&lt;br /&gt;- i hope not lol&lt;br /&gt;67. Girls love it when boyfriends cry; correct?&lt;br /&gt;- ew no. wait, umm... depends haha&lt;br /&gt;68. Have your pants ever fallen down in public?&lt;br /&gt;- no&lt;br /&gt;69. Who was the last person you were on the phone with?&lt;br /&gt;- uh Michael&lt;br /&gt;70. How do you look right now?&lt;br /&gt;- like ass&lt;br /&gt;71. Do you have someone you can be your complete self around?&lt;br /&gt;- not so sure hmm...&lt;br /&gt;72. Can you commit to one person?&lt;br /&gt;- is this the faithful question again?&lt;br /&gt;73. Do you have someone of the opposite sex you can tell everything to?&lt;br /&gt;- maybe haha&lt;br /&gt;74. Have you ever felt replaced?&lt;br /&gt;-  i don't think so, not recently so i can't remember&lt;br /&gt;75. Did you wake up cranky?&lt;br /&gt;- LOL no&lt;br /&gt;76. Are you a jealous person?&lt;br /&gt;- omg idk, i havent been with anyone in so long i honestly dont know.&lt;br /&gt;77. Are relationships ever worth it?&lt;br /&gt;- at one point, it should be worth it right?&lt;br /&gt;78. Anyone you’re giving up on?&lt;br /&gt;- uh im not even "determined"&lt;br /&gt;79. Currently wanting to see anyone?&lt;br /&gt;-  LOL got a long list, baby&lt;br /&gt;80. Name something you have to do tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;- make a few calls&lt;br /&gt;81. Last person you cried in front of?&lt;br /&gt;- my laptop (i don't cry/avoid crying in publicz)&lt;br /&gt;82. Is there someone you will never forget?&lt;br /&gt;- im quite forgetful :( but yes, there is/are.&lt;br /&gt;83. Do you think the person you have feelings for is protective of you?&lt;br /&gt;- how can i answer when the question is asking something of which the situation is something I am not in?&lt;br /&gt;84. If the person you wish to be with were with you, what would you be doing right now?&lt;br /&gt;- ummmm just eat pasta i guess&lt;br /&gt;85. Are you over your past?&lt;br /&gt;- what past?&lt;br /&gt;86. Have you ever liked one of your best friends of the opposite sex?&lt;br /&gt;- yes&lt;br /&gt;87. Is there anyone you can tell EVERYTHING to?&lt;br /&gt;- i think so&lt;br /&gt;88. If your first true love knocked on your door with apology and presents, would you accept?&lt;br /&gt;- i'm the one who should be sorry, if anything haha&lt;br /&gt;89. So, the last person you kissed just happens to arrive at your door at 3AM; do you let them in?&lt;br /&gt;- hail no&lt;br /&gt;90. Have you ever liked someone who your friends hated?&lt;br /&gt;- um no?&lt;br /&gt;91. Will you be in a relationship in 2 months?&lt;br /&gt;- lol no&lt;br /&gt;92. Is there anyone you know with the name Michael?&lt;br /&gt;- yes!&lt;br /&gt;93. Have you ever kissed a Matthew?&lt;br /&gt;- no ugh&lt;br /&gt;94. Were you in a relationship in January? How was it going?&lt;br /&gt;- haha okay, really pointing out how 'single' i've been. No, I wasn't hence nothing is 'going'.&lt;br /&gt;95. Were you happy with the person you liked in March?&lt;br /&gt;- well if I liked someone in March of course I'd be happy with that person, right? hence the liking?&lt;br /&gt;96. Don’t tell me lies, is the last person you texted attractive?&lt;br /&gt;- my mom?&lt;br /&gt;97. Who do you have texts from?&lt;br /&gt;- mike, mom, jadar, atul, nina, aida, vanessa, asnee, etc etc&lt;br /&gt;98. If the person you like says they like someone else, what would you say?&lt;br /&gt;- oh okay coo' no prob adios amigos!&lt;br /&gt;99. Have you ever kissed someone older than you?&lt;br /&gt;- what am i a pedophile?&lt;br /&gt;100. Who’s in your profile picture with you?&lt;br /&gt;- lol you referring to which social network now?&lt;br /&gt;101. Ever kissed under fireworks?&lt;br /&gt;- no srsly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;102. Has anybody ever given you butterflies?&lt;br /&gt;- well, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't say I enjoyed that. hmm haha oh well ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7853166023685195286-2045574363533355842?l=becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/feeds/2045574363533355842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/2011/11/more-questionnaires-since-i-have-more.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853166023685195286/posts/default/2045574363533355842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853166023685195286/posts/default/2045574363533355842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/2011/11/more-questionnaires-since-i-have-more.html' title='more questionnaires since i have more time!'/><author><name>Louisa L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04503578680199249366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TK6Mm_jadgI/AAAAAAAABVg/3UA_HNDyt4w/S220/DSCN3691.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7853166023685195286.post-1242296568196676359</id><published>2011-11-28T13:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T13:28:35.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>teartear</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;HELLO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UkhVhS7ijUs/TtMXx5qBdcI/AAAAAAAABwY/PYHEzTGwR0E/s1600/tumblr_luyb0xKFAi1qzk8j4o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UkhVhS7ijUs/TtMXx5qBdcI/AAAAAAAABwY/PYHEzTGwR0E/s320/tumblr_luyb0xKFAi1qzk8j4o1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679909701102433730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4MRQLxTQI0A/TtMXxmT3RXI/AAAAAAAABwM/oHESQjWlh1M/s1600/tumblr_lv8lixeOOl1r756lho1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 254px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4MRQLxTQI0A/TtMXxmT3RXI/AAAAAAAABwM/oHESQjWlh1M/s320/tumblr_lv8lixeOOl1r756lho1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679909695909217650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well Siwon you do CK proud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SHYsjsaPCMU/TtMXxqNCcGI/AAAAAAAABwE/Zp6dHUe__DY/s1600/tumblr_lvcnyoIWo61qbwki1o1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 224px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SHYsjsaPCMU/TtMXxqNCcGI/AAAAAAAABwE/Zp6dHUe__DY/s320/tumblr_lvcnyoIWo61qbwki1o1_500.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679909696954331234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cutie pie or what? ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-03ajqUf1Hng/TtMXyrm2qWI/AAAAAAAABw0/EoPa-lC8ygA/s1600/n13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-03ajqUf1Hng/TtMXyrm2qWI/AAAAAAAABw0/EoPa-lC8ygA/s320/n13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679909714510915938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-McUqRg2Jb2g/TtMXyBGYqdI/AAAAAAAABwo/ctXaC5t_B94/s1600/tumblr_lscyy9df8h1qcy2fio1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 285px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-McUqRg2Jb2g/TtMXyBGYqdI/AAAAAAAABwo/ctXaC5t_B94/s320/tumblr_lscyy9df8h1qcy2fio1_500.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679909703100443090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boy oh boy do i like asian men ^^&lt;br /&gt;just a very very minor exhibit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, so i've finally left the dorm for good. and um, i dont know. i wasn't all that sad compared to the other girls. I was sad but... I didn't cry a fucking river. everyone else was like weeping and sobbing in between hugs, "take care, i love you, i miss you, when will i see you again?, call me okay?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we had this event in the dorm, our lovely wardens were there, we made a line and shook hands with them, gave them a hug. Aida was standing next to me and idk what I was doing, just spaced out i guess. and she hit me, "I HATE THIS!"&lt;br /&gt;i'm like "huh? what?" kinda scared tbqh&lt;br /&gt;and she's got tears in her eyes, "they're all crying!"&lt;br /&gt;so i looked at the girls and true enough, they were crying. I was like.... "what the fuck."&lt;br /&gt;and Aida handed me a tissue, "in case you start crying too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i took it, thankful. but... i didn't cry.&lt;br /&gt;and then i thought, 'something's wrong with me.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awkward as fuck and i was hugging them and their faces were all tear stained and it was even worse for those who wore mascara, like... yeah you know. and they're all like stuttering, "Loui, awww b-bye loui, g-good luck y-yeah?"&lt;br /&gt;i'm like "YOU TOO, take care! ^^"&lt;br /&gt;and they just gave me that&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; WTF look&lt;/span&gt; after we broke from the hug, probably from how cheerful i sounded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another thing too, the other day Alex was like &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;"Loui you should do the farewell speech since I'm gonna cry! you can do it well cos you're kinda heartless ^^"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......idk whether to get mad at him or be ashamed of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;awful&lt;/span&gt; right now though idk.&lt;br /&gt;i hope they know i'll miss them so much and that the times we've had conversations and everything; i&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt; treasure&lt;/span&gt; them, i really do. dorm life has taught me so many things and i have them to thank for. like, of course I wish you the best. will i see them again? I don't know. but one thing's for sure, I won't forget them. so yeah /shrugs/&lt;br /&gt;haha none of them know of this blog and so these are the things that will forever be left unsaid (like, orally) and will go unnoticed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; it's okay, i wish them well nonetheless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7853166023685195286-1242296568196676359?l=becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/feeds/1242296568196676359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/2011/11/teartear.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853166023685195286/posts/default/1242296568196676359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853166023685195286/posts/default/1242296568196676359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/2011/11/teartear.html' title='teartear'/><author><name>Louisa L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04503578680199249366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TK6Mm_jadgI/AAAAAAAABVg/3UA_HNDyt4w/S220/DSCN3691.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UkhVhS7ijUs/TtMXx5qBdcI/AAAAAAAABwY/PYHEzTGwR0E/s72-c/tumblr_luyb0xKFAi1qzk8j4o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7853166023685195286.post-5485847985410801508</id><published>2011-11-21T12:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T12:27:59.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ㅋㅋ</title><content type='html'>oh I don't know if anyone ever goes here to read this blog of mine hah hah.&lt;br /&gt;but uh, feel free to utilize the&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Formspring box &lt;/span&gt;over there -----&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;^^ cos I am going to be very free the next few days. I'll answer honestly too~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm a Christian, you see (like Siwon wooh) and I cannot lie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;am i talking to myself? maybe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7853166023685195286-5485847985410801508?l=becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/feeds/5485847985410801508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/2011/11/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853166023685195286/posts/default/5485847985410801508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853166023685195286/posts/default/5485847985410801508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/2011/11/blog-post.html' title='ㅋㅋ'/><author><name>Louisa L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04503578680199249366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TK6Mm_jadgI/AAAAAAAABVg/3UA_HNDyt4w/S220/DSCN3691.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7853166023685195286.post-6239374069226454204</id><published>2011-11-21T12:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T12:24:15.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'>byebye!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so i am going to leave the dorm for good by the 25th or 26th November. I'm hoping by the 25th since ...well yeah, just cause. We're gonna have an internal farewell party just us girls on the 24th and then an official school farewell event on 25th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;both events have a dress code that I have to comply with T^T&lt;br /&gt;24th Nov : casual wear, but &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;bright colours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25th : 'prince &amp;amp; princess'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i've got something to wear for the 24th one. but the 25th one, are you fucking kidding me. idk who came up with that idea, it is just ridiculous. it's a school event, teachers are gonna be there so were obliged to wear tudungs and whatnot. really? princess? HA HA HA. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;poor taste in joke. just poor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, so I've gotten round to packing my stuff. There's so so much left though :(&lt;br /&gt;for one thing, idk where to put my notes. like there's so much of it, i want to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;throw them away&lt;/span&gt;. my friends are like "But that's 2 years worth of knowledge you collected!!"&lt;br /&gt;I'm like ".....It's not like I'm gonna... read them... again... Right? Why would I?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z_nqJ7CgWX0/TsnNmTyH1II/AAAAAAAABvo/ZTtBAL6WaAk/s1600/16112011569.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z_nqJ7CgWX0/TsnNmTyH1II/AAAAAAAABvo/ZTtBAL6WaAk/s320/16112011569.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677294863306445954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the notes i've stuck on my door all saying in the lines of &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;"i've gotta do homework, leave me alone"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but lol no, i'm not doing homework. and please don't leave me alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ne2xiIqfzXU/TsnNl8CwgAI/AAAAAAAABvg/QC1u4KudZ9I/s1600/16112011567.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ne2xiIqfzXU/TsnNl8CwgAI/AAAAAAAABvg/QC1u4KudZ9I/s320/16112011567.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677294856933769218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah Rafa on the door, a Haiku poetry thing for English project and my Denggue poster.&lt;br /&gt;srsly the shit I stick on the walls....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H3EV2bTVgM0/TsnNlukONPI/AAAAAAAABvQ/jJPEUpq7z7w/s1600/16112011565.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H3EV2bTVgM0/TsnNlukONPI/AAAAAAAABvQ/jJPEUpq7z7w/s320/16112011565.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677294853316031730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more stuff I have to remove from the wall/furniture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mmvv8Omb-Pk/TsnNlkbHvYI/AAAAAAAABvI/z73amMm0xps/s1600/16112011563.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mmvv8Omb-Pk/TsnNlkbHvYI/AAAAAAAABvI/z73amMm0xps/s320/16112011563.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677294850593504642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the one stack of notes in the corner. (there are a few more stacks &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;hidden&lt;/span&gt; in cupboards and drawers keke)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, i am... I need a huge trash can, basically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i don't know why I didn't jump at the first opportunity I had to blog about this. /facepalm.&lt;br /&gt;um so my mom went somewhere and she asked if there was anything I wanted. And I was like "Meh, naah I'm good. It'd be cool if you got me some SHINee stuff but yeah, it's okay."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honestly didn't think she'd even remember or know what a SHINee is HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;but she came back and we picked her up at the airport and she's like "Oh hey, I got you your uh... shine thing. and another one, too!"&lt;br /&gt;I was like "Oh yay, goodie~" but I really doubted she knew what I truly wanted and I had assumed she got me the wrong thing. Maybe a shiny lipgloss or... yeah idk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then she's like "the lady recommended me another one. she said they're popular too, this group/idol thing... what's it called. it's two words..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was when I thought okay... maybe she knows what I want. HOLY.....&lt;br /&gt;me : uhh popular? Big Bang?&lt;br /&gt;mom : YES! that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so I was squealing inside. and we got home and she unpacked and handed me this &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;wrapped thing.&lt;/span&gt; and I fucking opened it carefully, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;poker face on&lt;/span&gt;. and then and then omg i was fucking shaking when i caught a glimpse of the album. the fucking album...&lt;br /&gt;ok i'm not even gonna try to go into detail as I flip very carefully through the pages of the photobook because you will get bored and I will get carried away because omfg Minho's&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; shirtless and the glory of his abs&lt;/span&gt; just.... and not to mention Taemin's- yep, that's enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wcfi6yG9QUA/TsnNmjU1vAI/AAAAAAAABv4/Nbw4C-n2Kvk/s1600/18112011575.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wcfi6yG9QUA/TsnNmjU1vAI/AAAAAAAABv4/Nbw4C-n2Kvk/s320/18112011575.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677294867478592514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and no, it wasn't Big Bang. It was Super Junior :P&lt;br /&gt;it's okay, whatever. SHINee! moreover, I have Taemin's photocard HOHA!&lt;br /&gt;happy fangirl here, very happy indeed. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7853166023685195286-6239374069226454204?l=becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/feeds/6239374069226454204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/2011/11/byebye.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853166023685195286/posts/default/6239374069226454204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853166023685195286/posts/default/6239374069226454204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/2011/11/byebye.html' title='byebye!'/><author><name>Louisa L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04503578680199249366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TK6Mm_jadgI/AAAAAAAABVg/3UA_HNDyt4w/S220/DSCN3691.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z_nqJ7CgWX0/TsnNmTyH1II/AAAAAAAABvo/ZTtBAL6WaAk/s72-c/16112011569.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7853166023685195286.post-5099108413165977611</id><published>2011-11-20T18:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T18:16:45.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay so my exams are officially over. I thought I'd be super relieved when i leave the freakin auditorium but guess what? I'm not :( it just hit me that now, there's a whole other set of things I have to worry about. It basically hit me so hard this one particular night, i was gonna write in my journal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't usually PLAN what to write, kinda just write whatever comes to mind (lol if you were to flip through the pages, it'd be majorly about me complaining abt SHINee's ridiculously busy schedules and their constant travelling, as well as the occasional mention of Jay when he's up to something ^^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that particular entry, i wrote down questions about what next. What do i do if my results are good, where do i go and what course do i take? What if my results are bad, what do i do then? Will i be stuck? Let's say i do get stellar results for socio and history but a U for my math, will universities still want me? But what if my socio and history suck as well? What then? The course i have in mind, if all goes right, how do i know it's the right one for me? Will i be okay abroad? Why can't i just study locally? Do really i have what it takes to excel? What makes me think i'll be just fine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Ok fuck just typing this out kills me a little with every question OTL. So um yeah, all these questions and I can only answer ONE question. I can't study locally cos the course i want isn't available here. Then the rest of the questions... Yep, idek how to.... Yeah i don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's so fucking thoughtful; all these surprises and suspense and uncertainties Har Har Har. This is not a party. I need answers so bad :( OMFG am i gonna be a loser???? omgomgomg i can't even fathom the insecurity wtf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/exhale. being worried, is all :) have words of encouragement for me? I welcome you, prease OTL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7853166023685195286-5099108413165977611?l=becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/feeds/5099108413165977611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/2011/11/okay-so-my-exams-are-officially-over.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853166023685195286/posts/default/5099108413165977611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853166023685195286/posts/default/5099108413165977611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/2011/11/okay-so-my-exams-are-officially-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Louisa L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04503578680199249366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TK6Mm_jadgI/AAAAAAAABVg/3UA_HNDyt4w/S220/DSCN3691.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7853166023685195286.post-6773634552738677603</id><published>2011-11-14T14:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T14:24:43.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hahaha idk</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so I've mentioned earlier that I wasn't into girls cos they're all legs and yeah. howeverrrr i looked beyond the legs and saw this girl's eye smile. can you just...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mb8AIP61Fl4/TsCw2lg4_3I/AAAAAAAABuo/wdVStufaAhw/s1600/tiff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 359px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mb8AIP61Fl4/TsCw2lg4_3I/AAAAAAAABuo/wdVStufaAhw/s320/tiff.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674729982316314482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2bm8elPqKNg/TsCw2UZOj8I/AAAAAAAABuY/bW1fo376SMU/s1600/tumblr_lulv2fghkS1qgc6izo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2bm8elPqKNg/TsCw2UZOj8I/AAAAAAAABuY/bW1fo376SMU/s320/tumblr_lulv2fghkS1qgc6izo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674729977720770498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how cute is her eye smile?!&lt;br /&gt;miss Tiffany from SNSD.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not a SONE, i don't know if i like their music but Tiffany here has the prettiest, cutest eye smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D-5FkR3L1GA/TsCw2u7D__I/AAAAAAAABug/SgC-I7ruoPY/s1600/tumblr_l2q588Vrdn1qa66p9o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 261px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D-5FkR3L1GA/TsCw2u7D__I/AAAAAAAABug/SgC-I7ruoPY/s320/tumblr_l2q588Vrdn1qa66p9o1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674729984842006514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then thissss haha. i mean, forget that Nichkhun and Chansung are shirtless (as hot as they are hah~) but Wooyoung looks so cute on the side in his singlet! &amp;lt;3 and what up with the hats? iuawhciarhiuhw i wish i were a boy sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7QfqODhHDTo/TsCw26vj84I/AAAAAAAABu4/l8hNxFHKh7Q/s1600/DSC_0751.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7QfqODhHDTo/TsCw26vj84I/AAAAAAAABu4/l8hNxFHKh7Q/s320/DSC_0751.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674729988014994306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there was this wedding few days ago, cousin got married. it was &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;fucking hot&lt;/span&gt;, had to stay a couple of nights there and the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;fucking mosquitoes&lt;/span&gt; just ticked me off. my mom said it wasn't mosquitoes that bit me, it was something else. like those sand flies kind of species and they bite like a bitch. seriously, my legs are already ugly as they are, and not they have red spots on them like idek. and on top of that, they itch so badly :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have been whining about it &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;non-stop &lt;/span&gt;and just cursing all these ointments for giving such weak minty feelings on my skin. i mean come on ointments, they itchhhh. burn my skin if you have to, just make it stop itching. well no, not really. don't burn me :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i met with another boy cousin, he just got out of college and into uni. so i confided in him about things like "oh shit, dear cousin, i am going to&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt; fail my math.&lt;/span&gt; will i end up being a loser or will i have a sort of good future?"&lt;br /&gt;and he's so nice! He said, "Naah, I got a C for my history and i have horrible english. I barely even finished it too! You'll do fine. and if you do get a U for maths, then you've got your other subjects to back you up. as long as you're solid in the other subjects, you're gonna be okay."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"You're gonna be okay."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the magnitude of comfort I feel after hearing this is just overwhelming. I might start crying...&lt;br /&gt;kidding. but no, it really means a lot that he said that, regardless if he meant it or not. i think he did though :P i like to think he did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. last paper on the 17th, maths paper1. fuck yes i am so excited i can't- wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;I AM SO EXCITED I CAN'T CONTAIN IT!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;idk what i'll do though after that, just made &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;vague &lt;/span&gt;plans so i've got things to do (necessary things of course) and um... basically:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;- get my license (so maybe, if i'm a fast learner, i'll get it done in 2 weeks?)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;- go swimming (need to make use of my new goggles that i haven't tried)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;- get a part-time job so i  make up for the U i know I'll get for maths :P (at least then my application letters would look less shabby right?)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;- see grandpa.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&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/7853166023685195286-6773634552738677603?l=becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/feeds/6773634552738677603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/2011/11/hahaha-idk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853166023685195286/posts/default/6773634552738677603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853166023685195286/posts/default/6773634552738677603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/2011/11/hahaha-idk.html' title='hahaha idk'/><author><name>Louisa L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04503578680199249366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TK6Mm_jadgI/AAAAAAAABVg/3UA_HNDyt4w/S220/DSCN3691.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mb8AIP61Fl4/TsCw2lg4_3I/AAAAAAAABuo/wdVStufaAhw/s72-c/tiff.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7853166023685195286.post-8217395789642305689</id><published>2011-11-05T13:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T14:05:05.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"your hand is my hand &amp; mine is yours" - Key</title><content type='html'>meh what the hell, i have free time. i'll answer the ones i feel like. do not judge me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul class="conversation_lines"&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1:&lt;/strong&gt;                                Are you a virgin?                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line"&gt;                                 &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2:&lt;/strong&gt;                                What are you majoring in?&lt;/span&gt;                             &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line"&gt;                                 &lt;strong&gt;3:&lt;/strong&gt;                                What's your sexual orientation?- pretty sure I'm straight. Amber might change my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line"&gt;                                 &lt;strong&gt;4:&lt;/strong&gt;                                Are you crushing on anyone? If so, who? - can I say Jay Park?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line"&gt;                                 &lt;strong&gt;5:&lt;/strong&gt;                                What's the cutest thing someone's ever done for you? - walked to my place just to give me a fish that person just bought me, knowing what a loser i am at keeping fishes alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line"&gt;                                 &lt;strong&gt;6:&lt;/strong&gt;                                What are the top five places you wish you could go before you die? - Japan, Africa, Korea, Paris, Russia, uhh 5 is really too little :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line"&gt;                                 &lt;strong&gt;7:&lt;/strong&gt;                                What was the scariest moment of your life?- like right now, facing A levels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line"&gt;                                 &lt;strong&gt;8:&lt;/strong&gt;                                If you could take something back that you said or did, what would it be?- cannot really think of anything, probably won't change a thing cos it might alter what i am today. I'm good, no thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line"&gt;                                 &lt;strong&gt;9:&lt;/strong&gt;                                Do you think that the last person who sent you a text was cute?- Amanda? the cutest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line"&gt;                                 &lt;strong&gt;10:&lt;/strong&gt;                                If you had to name three important details about you, what would you say?- short in height, afraid of heights, mmmmm secretly wants to open a cafe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line"&gt;                                 &lt;strong&gt;11:&lt;/strong&gt;                                Are you allergic to anything? If so, what? - nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line"&gt;                                 &lt;strong&gt;12:&lt;/strong&gt;                                Have you ever been in love? If so, are you still in love? - haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line"&gt;                                 &lt;strong&gt;13:&lt;/strong&gt;                                Do you like sports? If so, which ones?- swimming (like actually doing it) and mens' tennis &amp;amp; football (for the love of watching it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line"&gt;                                 &lt;strong&gt;14:&lt;/strong&gt;                                What are four things you can't live without and why?- phone : to call people duh. laptop : assuming wifi is included, to keep track with my babies of SHINee and Jay Park, money : to buy things, friends and family : they keep my grounded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line"&gt;                                 &lt;strong&gt;15:&lt;/strong&gt;                                Do you have a facebook? If so, who was the last person you added? i don't really add people, the last time i did was ages ago? um yeah :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line"&gt;                                 &lt;strong&gt;16:&lt;/strong&gt;                                What do you like to do in your spare time?- watch tv, write some materials hoho, sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line"&gt;                                 &lt;strong&gt;17:&lt;/strong&gt;                                What are your biggest fears?- heights, the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line"&gt;                                 &lt;strong&gt;18:&lt;/strong&gt;                                What are two of your biggest weaknesses?- Minho's knees and Jay's smile (a million other things though but yeah, these two are at the top of my head rn)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line"&gt;                                 &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19:&lt;/strong&gt;                                What are your three biggest insecurities?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line"&gt;                                 &lt;strong&gt;20:&lt;/strong&gt;                                 If you could write anonymous letters to three people, who  would you send it to and what would you say? haha omg what is this! mmmm i can't really decide. a letter to my mom and dad telling them i love them (cos i am no affectionate person), a letter to my sister saying she can do so much better (again, cos im no affectionate person), a letter to... idk. I'd write letters to Jay but i wouldn't let them be anonymous! unless i say something super dirty (not that i would. haha kiddig! but really, no)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7853166023685195286-8217395789642305689?l=becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/feeds/8217395789642305689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/2011/11/your-hand-is-my-hand-mine-is-yours-key.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853166023685195286/posts/default/8217395789642305689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853166023685195286/posts/default/8217395789642305689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/2011/11/your-hand-is-my-hand-mine-is-yours-key.html' title='&quot;your hand is my hand &amp; mine is yours&quot; - Key'/><author><name>Louisa L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04503578680199249366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TK6Mm_jadgI/AAAAAAAABVg/3UA_HNDyt4w/S220/DSCN3691.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7853166023685195286.post-7250729196832508193</id><published>2011-11-05T13:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T13:22:07.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>one day someday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so one day i was studying in my room, tryna catch a break. thankfully, a friend knocked on my door. shortly after the knock though, she was like "EH WHAT THE FUCK?! LOUI!!"&lt;br /&gt;and I swung the door open with the biggest shocked expression and said, "What happened?!"&lt;br /&gt;she pointed on my door and was like, "oi what the hell? making out with Jay? how was it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i exaggeratedly wiped my mouth and fanned my self with my hands, "pree damn mind-blowing. Jay's asleep cos he's real tired so keep your voice down."&lt;br /&gt;teeheehee omg, i could slap myself silly haha. it's &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Jay Park&lt;/span&gt;, okay. i love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YTiIbautBdw/TrTElip0djI/AAAAAAAABs4/qUQy9gRkXSA/s1600/02112011530.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YTiIbautBdw/TrTElip0djI/AAAAAAAABs4/qUQy9gRkXSA/s320/02112011530.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671373980002711090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out last night with my family for grocery shopping. it sucked so me and my sister went to get some pearl milk tea ^^ then we got home and yeah i think we have an issue of knowing the proper art of smiling. my sister has more problems than me in my opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iXg91Pgi9as/TrTElU-BZPI/AAAAAAAABso/N4-beK2CmYw/s1600/04112011557.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iXg91Pgi9as/TrTElU-BZPI/AAAAAAAABso/N4-beK2CmYw/s320/04112011557.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671373976329348338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kxmyk0_7o6Y/TrTEk2oXmjI/AAAAAAAABsg/NXpBOrK6CJo/s1600/04112011549.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kxmyk0_7o6Y/TrTEk2oXmjI/AAAAAAAABsg/NXpBOrK6CJo/s320/04112011549.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671373968185465394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sooo SHINee went to London recently, put on a show for an hour. you know, the second tickets were sold on the internet... the site that was selling the tix CRASHED. first time it happened in London ;) moreover, tickets sold faster than for the Harry Potter tickets CAN YOU JUST FATHOM THAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Cw6Wo0snWqI/TrTEmMkwgiI/AAAAAAAABtA/PDc1_f_xuZ8/s1600/tumblr_lu62v96LGJ1qcl8qx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Cw6Wo0snWqI/TrTEmMkwgiI/AAAAAAAABtA/PDc1_f_xuZ8/s320/tumblr_lu62v96LGJ1qcl8qx.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671373991255769634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minho, why are you sweating omg i cannot take it.&lt;br /&gt;they all were! When i saw the photos I was just a mess. this close to going bald from ripping my hair (okay i exaggerate~) but yeah. i'm just gonna put Minho's picture cos if I put the rest, i might risk my ovaries being fried cos the hotness- okay enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exams.... are still going. that's all i can say. *fingers crossed*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7853166023685195286-7250729196832508193?l=becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/feeds/7250729196832508193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/2011/11/one-day-someday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853166023685195286/posts/default/7250729196832508193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853166023685195286/posts/default/7250729196832508193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/2011/11/one-day-someday.html' title='one day someday'/><author><name>Louisa L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04503578680199249366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TK6Mm_jadgI/AAAAAAAABVg/3UA_HNDyt4w/S220/DSCN3691.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YTiIbautBdw/TrTElip0djI/AAAAAAAABs4/qUQy9gRkXSA/s72-c/02112011530.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7853166023685195286.post-5153463954154558644</id><published>2011-10-29T13:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T13:08:23.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so lately i've been listening to Let It Go remix a lot, it's by Dok2 and Cha Cha Malone, it's so good! in my opinion, anyway. Cha Cha deserves like a trophy at the very least, that is one underdog I cannot wait to see go mainstream!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so i had my math P3 yesterday haha. Spent my morning at the dining hall with some friends &amp; we had breakfast. Then we had about 2 hours before the exam so they took out their math notes &amp; did some questions as I watched and cheered them on. Then, idk, they js started going crazy. Like they argue with themselves about the formula, talking to the paper while scowling at it. Each of them took turns giving me this glare haha one of them even went, "fuck you Loui, why are you so chill at a time like this?!"&lt;br /&gt;i js shook my shoulders and smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got in the auditorium, took my seat. And the invigilator took forever to explain three simple things : put your phones and pencil cases on stage, write your name &amp; candidate number on your aswer sheet, write down the question numbers that you have attempted. But nooo, he loves the mic so much he should just sit in a karoke bar srsly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it begins, i'm smiling to myself cos the questions were tough &amp; i'm like "well i'm fucked." Then this pretty lady invigilator walks past and she has the cutest face you just wanna pinch her cheeks! But she's got this really hot body, like she's small and short but she's nice and curvy and she's got long hair~ totally went lesbian for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i started thinking, i have this one friend i really like to hug. She's really small, smaller than me even! Only about an inch or so though haha. But she's so nice to hug! Then i went, "wtf loui, do your freaking paper."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i did some questions &amp; my head totally turned into iTunes, playing songs by John Mayer, Michael Buble, Rod Stewart, 2PM, SHINee, Jay Park, Maroon 5, etc etc. Then i thought about how hot adam levine is, wondering what would happen if he collaborated with Jay Park, making music shirtless together... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i thought oh can i be a music video director?&lt;br /&gt;Then i wondered why my curtains were pink (the one's in my dorm, they're DISGUSTING)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the dude goes "15 minutes left, mathematics candidates." I did whatever else I could then there was still some time left so I drew cute little cartoon mushrooms and a puppy. Maybe the marker would feel sorry for me and give me sympathy marks ^^ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"candidates, stop writing. Your time is up" says the dude. I'm like ok no, erase cartoons. I am freaking eighteen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you go, first math paper :) wordy, i know. But yeah haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7853166023685195286-5153463954154558644?l=becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/feeds/5153463954154558644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/2011/10/so-lately-ive-been-listening-to-let-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853166023685195286/posts/default/5153463954154558644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853166023685195286/posts/default/5153463954154558644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/2011/10/so-lately-ive-been-listening-to-let-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Louisa L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04503578680199249366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TK6Mm_jadgI/AAAAAAAABVg/3UA_HNDyt4w/S220/DSCN3691.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7853166023685195286.post-5855259407944495393</id><published>2011-10-25T12:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T12:59:23.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>woof woof</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AiYsjOwh3a4/TqZAdS9-KtI/AAAAAAAABsU/zpHGQ888wkw/s1600/wantwant.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 280px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AiYsjOwh3a4/TqZAdS9-KtI/AAAAAAAABsU/zpHGQ888wkw/s320/wantwant.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667288053144496850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;want this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i took webcam pics with my brother last night but i can't find them now and i cannot be bothered putting the effort to find them hah sorry~ OTL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday is my math P3. have I studied? yes, if you consider sitting down &amp;amp; attempting the questions as studying. and um, yeah that's basically it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know, I'm suddenly so demotivated after the Sociology paper (which went okay, I think) but now I'm just... stuck. Recently, I've been hearing so much news about fresh college graduates and uni graduates who get into doing work that is totally non-related to their subjects. So I'm just like WHAT THE FUCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I mean, COME ON! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You study so hard over particular subjects thinking you'd be doing that in the future as you work, (like a career, okay. Not some part-time job, it's something quite permanent that you do for a huge part of your life before you get old or too sick to go on)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yeah, like, all that knowledge wasted? For example, someone takes Physics, Bio &amp;amp; Maths but end up doing Law? And then someone taking History &amp;amp; Literature end up being a PE teacher?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I DON'T KNOW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so I'm taking Socio, Maths and History. I want to do the whole social-economic thing let's say, will I really end up doing that? Or will I end up working in some entrepreneur kind of job? Or a nurse. Or a ...I don't know, a barrista.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;what the fuck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, you know?&lt;br /&gt;haha didn't know I had a lot of discontent on this topic until today, typing this out...&lt;br /&gt;wow oh wow.&lt;br /&gt;oh well, life goes on. you make the most of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7853166023685195286-5855259407944495393?l=becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/feeds/5855259407944495393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/2011/10/woof-woof.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853166023685195286/posts/default/5855259407944495393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853166023685195286/posts/default/5855259407944495393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/2011/10/woof-woof.html' title='woof woof'/><author><name>Louisa L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04503578680199249366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TK6Mm_jadgI/AAAAAAAABVg/3UA_HNDyt4w/S220/DSCN3691.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AiYsjOwh3a4/TqZAdS9-KtI/AAAAAAAABsU/zpHGQ888wkw/s72-c/wantwant.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7853166023685195286.post-4528289524926987072</id><published>2011-10-14T10:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T11:22:56.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'>niuhgvwuehohwef</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;HI!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well for the lack of things to say, let me compensate with pictures.&lt;br /&gt;pictures of... people I am currently into.&lt;br /&gt;um... i'll just say what I think at the top of my head when I see the pictures. so it basically means I'll be spazzing and unleashing my inner fangirl which i don't usually publicly do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;please don't judge me too harshly?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IjIujlauQyY/TpelpTudg7I/AAAAAAAABrk/k2LM4WH3HC0/s1600/one11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IjIujlauQyY/TpelpTudg7I/AAAAAAAABrk/k2LM4WH3HC0/s320/one11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663177185530053554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in this photoshoot, they made this boy put things in his mouth. this one i find tolerable. in the other one he had a freaking &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Popsicle&lt;/span&gt; in his mouth and I was just drowning in &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;frustrationnn~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FMKVfjtYYlw/TpelpNBoCQI/AAAAAAAABrY/DCQaS-3WOR8/s1600/tumblr_lpfoulkjoS1qg3kauo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 237px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FMKVfjtYYlw/TpelpNBoCQI/AAAAAAAABrY/DCQaS-3WOR8/s320/tumblr_lpfoulkjoS1qg3kauo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663177183731386626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wouldnt mind getting lost in the woods if&lt;br /&gt;they're around omg don't even bother finding me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-noOxu0eGTvo/TpeloiPZ6PI/AAAAAAAABrM/mKBexWoHjZo/s1600/tumblr_lpa049vO4O1qgsoyxo4_500.png.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-noOxu0eGTvo/TpeloiPZ6PI/AAAAAAAABrM/mKBexWoHjZo/s320/tumblr_lpa049vO4O1qgsoyxo4_500.png.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663177172246456562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've always liked lollipops but after this photo, i just... yeap&lt;br /&gt;no one looks better/hotter/sexier/sexier/sexier eating a lollipop than him T^T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CzG7AnDF_hA/TpeloJO0FbI/AAAAAAAABrA/2Andm3wFr1U/s1600/spamONEW5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 224px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CzG7AnDF_hA/TpeloJO0FbI/AAAAAAAABrA/2Andm3wFr1U/s320/spamONEW5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663177165533091250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love chicken like he loves chicken. Onew, i love you~ ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bV7YIYvfIt8/TpelqS77umI/AAAAAAAABrw/qIxfaQnaZJc/s1600/maypolenew1sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 258px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bV7YIYvfIt8/TpelqS77umI/AAAAAAAABrw/qIxfaQnaZJc/s320/maypolenew1sm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663177202497993314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minho's knees, your knees boy bless your knees.&lt;br /&gt;never been attracted to knees, took no notice of em. but your knees~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dS1TosVC3RY/Tpekjut2FBI/AAAAAAAABqo/olr2tdhqwfA/s1600/spamMINHO4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dS1TosVC3RY/Tpekjut2FBI/AAAAAAAABqo/olr2tdhqwfA/s320/spamMINHO4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663175990184383506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if your knees look that amazing, HAH&lt;br /&gt;you have remarkable abs too. thank you for sharing that lovely sight.&lt;br /&gt;bless you, Minho~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mOKptaIV1_M/TpekjOmpj0I/AAAAAAAABqc/TS691mW8S04/s1600/315558_244954682214040_200739259968916_682422_3380942_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mOKptaIV1_M/TpekjOmpj0I/AAAAAAAABqc/TS691mW8S04/s320/315558_244954682214040_200739259968916_682422_3380942_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663175981564268354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello boy who eats lollipop like a love story.&lt;br /&gt;you have nice arms and your face is just almost too cute here to even have dirty thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;almost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KPiMIglwRW8/Tpeki1wEfNI/AAAAAAAABqQ/Upfpi_qiplk/s1600/14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 227px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KPiMIglwRW8/Tpeki1wEfNI/AAAAAAAABqQ/Upfpi_qiplk/s320/14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663175974892895442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JAY PARK boy oh boy&lt;br /&gt;white bread never looked so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DaRxfp85Zac/TpekiWS79xI/AAAAAAAABqE/t29s9nIcMd8/s1600/tumblr_loy2l57c6Y1qb3zmpo1_400.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DaRxfp85Zac/TpekiWS79xI/AAAAAAAABqE/t29s9nIcMd8/s320/tumblr_loy2l57c6Y1qb3zmpo1_400.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663175966449202962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vahuhiwneaviwuhiua ah you dork!&lt;br /&gt;i love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ewU92d58RdE/TpekkJMxpuI/AAAAAAAABq0/NrQ2hS87scg/s1600/sweetfuck.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ewU92d58RdE/TpekkJMxpuI/AAAAAAAABq0/NrQ2hS87scg/s320/sweetfuck.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663175997293438690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this this this.&lt;br /&gt;good knees, good abs. then he just goes to the airport in sunglasses&lt;br /&gt;and long sleeved shirt, jeans and auihegpugvwevaiuv&lt;br /&gt;God spilled a million dashes of hotness on you, Minho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;ok enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd do women, but i... they're just legs most of the time. like, leg exposure. and my heart just isn't open to women yet... i mean, they looks great! no doubt about that. but in the music industry, they just portray this acting-cute, girly-girl, icky image. there's only one girl for me though, Amber...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dbAhUhBNzaI/TpeqimICkxI/AAAAAAAABr8/wCRG9pC441I/s1600/newamber%2Bcheongmonhoon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dbAhUhBNzaI/TpeqimICkxI/AAAAAAAABr8/wCRG9pC441I/s320/newamber%2Bcheongmonhoon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663182567768232722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the chick on the left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oFKKPK7h4QM/Tpeqi-FaaQI/AAAAAAAABsI/e49ovuOzFPk/s1600/252610_203533756356133_200739259968916_541403_2808486_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oFKKPK7h4QM/Tpeqi-FaaQI/AAAAAAAABsI/e49ovuOzFPk/s320/252610_203533756356133_200739259968916_541403_2808486_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663182574199662850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the chick on the right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah that's Amber and no she does not look like a boy :(&lt;br /&gt;i think she's pretty and charming and she hardly ever exposes her thighs and she &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;raps&lt;/span&gt; too! and she speaks beautiful English (the first thing that caught my heart)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have exams and life has just really been all about&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; studying&lt;/span&gt;. and ive been reading hard&lt;br /&gt;core on sociology, forgetting the fact that I have maths and history too. 4 big topics for maths and two major ones for history, not to mention the million subtopics...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah excuse me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today! i found out I ...fuck it wait. i forgot. wait.&lt;br /&gt;no no, i found out I like &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;stationery.&lt;/span&gt; I found my pencil case and rummaged through and found lotsa coloured pens so I tried them out. and turns out the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;yellow&lt;/span&gt; one was out of ink and i like yellow so much! so i was briefly upset about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;yellow&lt;/span&gt;, i'll be going to school tomorrow, gotta sort out issues with the HEU. so I piled whatever certs they had to sign or whatever it is they do, in a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;yellow&lt;/span&gt; file! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taemin's gonna have his uni entrance exam on 21st November which is my last day of exams! good luck, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Taeminnie&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmm gosh i'm a loser OTL haha okay, bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7853166023685195286-4528289524926987072?l=becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/feeds/4528289524926987072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/2011/10/niuhgvwuehohwef.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853166023685195286/posts/default/4528289524926987072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853166023685195286/posts/default/4528289524926987072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/2011/10/niuhgvwuehohwef.html' title='niuhgvwuehohwef'/><author><name>Louisa L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04503578680199249366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TK6Mm_jadgI/AAAAAAAABVg/3UA_HNDyt4w/S220/DSCN3691.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IjIujlauQyY/TpelpTudg7I/AAAAAAAABrk/k2LM4WH3HC0/s72-c/one11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7853166023685195286.post-3288313653779655466</id><published>2011-10-10T13:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T13:08:52.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'>screw titles</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WD-5YP1DTuk/TpJ9Ko8rr8I/AAAAAAAABp0/hlXUm-d3irk/s1600/Image680.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WD-5YP1DTuk/TpJ9Ko8rr8I/AAAAAAAABp0/hlXUm-d3irk/s320/Image680.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661725303302238146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zvr-IVHTuRE/TpJ9KbOYCdI/AAAAAAAABps/8zoWegs7pVo/s1600/Image679.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zvr-IVHTuRE/TpJ9KbOYCdI/AAAAAAAABps/8zoWegs7pVo/s320/Image679.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661725299618351570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6gTeyWba-O8/TpJ9KrgubSI/AAAAAAAABp8/EJuz9dNIwj8/s1600/Image674.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6gTeyWba-O8/TpJ9KrgubSI/AAAAAAAABp8/EJuz9dNIwj8/s320/Image674.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661725303990283554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was after waking up last friday morning!&lt;br /&gt;i slept at like 11.30pm last night after watching The Smurfs, those blue things are just the cutest and i love Patrick Neil-Harris. ^^ it's a nice movie to watch if you're feeling like mellow and ...kiddy. anyway, so I slept after that and i woke up at 9.30AM today! I was so happy to wake up headache free because I usually get a bad one if I sleep for over 8hours. So yeah, me getting a ten-hour sleep without feeling like it's a freaking hangover the next day is something very meaningful to me. :') hence this blog entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeahyeah I gained weight, hostel life locks you up with lotsa food and no exercise. Thus, this haha. oh well, who gives a flying fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, exams are starting soon! YAY cannot wait :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last Saturday was the last day of school, and no lessons. Just 'clearance' talk and teacher's day celebration. I kinda miss being an MP, I usually get food out of events like these... Probably the only perk about the thing. and i...it just hit me that i will miss college life. :') i grew close to the girls in the dorm and yeah, i'll miss them for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Today, I will study. Tomorrow, I will study. The day after too. And the day after.&lt;br /&gt;:( hmm boring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7853166023685195286-3288313653779655466?l=becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/feeds/3288313653779655466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/2011/10/screw-titles.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853166023685195286/posts/default/3288313653779655466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853166023685195286/posts/default/3288313653779655466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/2011/10/screw-titles.html' title='screw titles'/><author><name>Louisa L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04503578680199249366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TK6Mm_jadgI/AAAAAAAABVg/3UA_HNDyt4w/S220/DSCN3691.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WD-5YP1DTuk/TpJ9Ko8rr8I/AAAAAAAABp0/hlXUm-d3irk/s72-c/Image680.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7853166023685195286.post-1487402697944493452</id><published>2011-10-04T11:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T11:25:47.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ugh fuck titles</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9q3oH02ITn0/Top6o84Ih4I/AAAAAAAABpc/3FuS9LSY9IE/s1600/tumblr_ls7dwuF66v1qlufe8o1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 292px; height: 389px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9q3oH02ITn0/Top6o84Ih4I/AAAAAAAABpc/3FuS9LSY9IE/s320/tumblr_ls7dwuF66v1qlufe8o1_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659470725699372930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AWWWWW can you just can you just aww look at that puppy :'( so cute omg oafiuheijvuib&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;i really want a puppy :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what chinese kid grew up not having a puppy for a pet?&lt;br /&gt;(okay maybe there are many... my point is, i just want one)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meh, slept at 2am last night after downing a bottle of coffee. woke up at 6.30 am today, got ready for school. i sat at the dining and i am&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; still sitting&lt;/span&gt; here now, i am blogging about it now as I type.I am sleepy; too sleepy to feel bad about skipping socio class (God bless my teacher, he's a kind sir) but I am &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;too sleepy &lt;/span&gt;to care at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;remorse may hit me later after I have my afternoon nap. :) oh thinking about it just makes me so happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're probably &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;wondering&lt;/span&gt; why I can't just stay in my room.&lt;br /&gt;well, i live in a dorm and there's a warden. she goes around making her rounds in the mornings, checking to see if any students are in their room, sleeping. I don't wanna get caught in my shorts and t-shirt, hair all messed up &amp;amp; I'm all groggy and she's busting my ass about getting to school quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;hell no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather sit in the dining hall, sleepy, going on tumblr or youtube or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;^^ ah meaningless rant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh oh, i miss home!&lt;br /&gt;plan for today : take a nap, go out at 4pm to get an ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;and that is all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cannot wait to go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7853166023685195286-1487402697944493452?l=becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/feeds/1487402697944493452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/2011/10/ugh-fuck-titles.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853166023685195286/posts/default/1487402697944493452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853166023685195286/posts/default/1487402697944493452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/2011/10/ugh-fuck-titles.html' title='ugh fuck titles'/><author><name>Louisa L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04503578680199249366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TK6Mm_jadgI/AAAAAAAABVg/3UA_HNDyt4w/S220/DSCN3691.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9q3oH02ITn0/Top6o84Ih4I/AAAAAAAABpc/3FuS9LSY9IE/s72-c/tumblr_ls7dwuF66v1qlufe8o1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7853166023685195286.post-5478393672869141069</id><published>2011-09-23T11:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T12:06:19.228+08:00</updated><title type='text'>keke</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZoPhLYN7_UY/TnwELtCJilI/AAAAAAAABpM/Arm1ToWbkXU/s1600/DSC_0555.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZoPhLYN7_UY/TnwELtCJilI/AAAAAAAABpM/Arm1ToWbkXU/s320/DSC_0555.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655399831184181842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um, there isn't much to say really. Just thought I'd say something to compensate for my lack of updates. haha um, well school is... as always, freaking scary. It's dull really, but the impending doom of A levels being just around the corner, it scared the shits outta me!&lt;br /&gt;i think to myself "oh fuck it, i have seven papers to sit for!" then I hear my other friends who have got like 15 papers to sit for and I think, "okayyyy so I have it easier than others. I should whine less. I should not whine at all!"&lt;br /&gt;so I'm gonna start studying soon. (i should've began studying like last year, to be honest OTL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Other than that, it is Teacher's day.&lt;br /&gt;Happy Teacher's Day! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and and and it is also &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SHINee's Almighty Key's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;birthday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-onP6IE3solA/TnwELYQFmfI/AAAAAAAABpE/Duer0vN_F44/s1600/tumblr_lrcdq4Ozx81qj2f2eo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 283px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-onP6IE3solA/TnwELYQFmfI/AAAAAAAABpE/Duer0vN_F44/s320/tumblr_lrcdq4Ozx81qj2f2eo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655399825605499378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-apwI0PNgFrQ/TnwELE6iA3I/AAAAAAAABo8/v8p-dPfQrxw/s1600/tumblr_lrbc1jetMF1qzzb83o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 220px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-apwI0PNgFrQ/TnwELE6iA3I/AAAAAAAABo8/v8p-dPfQrxw/s320/tumblr_lrbc1jetMF1qzzb83o1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655399820414813042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;i love you forever forever forever, Kitty~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xZAmn91WLlU/TnwELwz5icI/AAAAAAAABpU/W6Ihxlrb1W0/s1600/DSC_0557.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xZAmn91WLlU/TnwELwz5icI/AAAAAAAABpU/W6Ihxlrb1W0/s320/DSC_0557.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655399832198154690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am home for the weekend. I've got friends who plan on going 'beraya' on Sunday, not so sure if I'm up for it, we'll see. It's at kampung air and I would love to go since I've never been there! but the idea of crossing bridges and getting on boats in a baju kurung... not so appealing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we'll see!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay bye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7853166023685195286-5478393672869141069?l=becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/feeds/5478393672869141069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/2011/09/keke.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853166023685195286/posts/default/5478393672869141069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853166023685195286/posts/default/5478393672869141069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/2011/09/keke.html' title='keke'/><author><name>Louisa L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04503578680199249366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TK6Mm_jadgI/AAAAAAAABVg/3UA_HNDyt4w/S220/DSCN3691.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZoPhLYN7_UY/TnwELtCJilI/AAAAAAAABpM/Arm1ToWbkXU/s72-c/DSC_0555.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7853166023685195286.post-4838390418607395554</id><published>2011-09-09T12:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T13:06:46.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the awkward identity</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9CPlr7zlMGs/TmmcTfErE2I/AAAAAAAABok/CC2syj09JZw/s1600/27082011426.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9CPlr7zlMGs/TmmcTfErE2I/AAAAAAAABok/CC2syj09JZw/s320/27082011426.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650219066085544802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So during the school holidays (of which I had bout three weeks of) I pretty much spent it bumming at home. I did go out from time to time for a jog or grocery shopping with my mom, but really. Other than that, I was spending quality time with my laptop trying to watch City Hunter. I can't believe it's over and the ending was so unexpected T^T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, yeah. So I went jogging with my mom a few times.&lt;br /&gt;I met with Nina and Amy ...once or twice? I can't remember now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a few days ago was my birthday yay~ *throws confetti*&lt;br /&gt;haha I had zero expectations since I was in the hostel so there really wasn't anything I could do for it. I didn't even want to do anything. But ho-ho, it was pretty sweet because Nadia got me flowers. She went out in the afternoon with her cousin and she came back, telling me to meet her and she bought me flowers. Pink lilies! I was just blown away. I just woke up at the time and was pretty disoriented but flowers are flowers and they deserve love. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZKZRLtxrL2Q/TmmcTgBPR9I/AAAAAAAABos/ucVmQq0QcwA/s1600/06092011435.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZKZRLtxrL2Q/TmmcTgBPR9I/AAAAAAAABos/ucVmQq0QcwA/s320/06092011435.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650219066339575762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She got me cake and a plush yellow star which is supposed to remind me of&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Taemin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; because it's yellow haha. I was really touched about it, that's just&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; too sweet&lt;/span&gt; of her.&lt;br /&gt;Then the day after, my other friends took me out for a movie, all expenses covered. I was like &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;"Oookay, how nice of them?"&lt;/span&gt; Then yeah we went to the mall, and I went looking at shoes with one girl. Then later met up with the other girls and one of them was holding a &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;teddy bear&lt;/span&gt;. She kept shoving and poking me with it, I'm just like, "Okay, yeah." She kept doing it and I just didn't know what to say anymore. I was &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;annoyed&lt;/span&gt; actually. Like, why would you bring that out in public?? Then we watched &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Final Destination 5&lt;/span&gt;, OMG so gruesome! I can't watch the entire thing with eyes wide open because it was just &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;disgusting&lt;/span&gt;. But yeah I had fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After the movie, the teddy bear was again used to poke me. At that point I just let it be; immune to it. They're like, "Loui, it's a teddy bear!"&lt;br /&gt;I'm like, "Yeah, I know~"&lt;br /&gt;"It's yours! We got it for you! happy belated birthday!"&lt;br /&gt;I'm like, "Oh my gosh really? Thank you..."&lt;br /&gt;So I took it. and there was an &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;awkward silence&lt;/span&gt; as I stared at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized I might have a slight problem... Nadia had meant to surprise me with the flowers and gifts but when I but I had no clue. So I went out and saw her standing in the distance holding up a bouquet of flowers. I didn't know how to react. My face was probably a blank canvas, maybe with a hint of &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;confusion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Same deal at the cinema, they had planned to surprise me with the teddy bear and when they finally gave it to me, I was like "Oh thank you..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was truly surprised because I'm &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;oblivious and gullible as fuck.&lt;/span&gt; And I was truly touched like to the depths of my heart because I'm a huge sucker for surprises and sweet things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my facial expression probably shows otherwise. I may even come off as &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;ungrateful.&lt;/span&gt; But I'm not, I really am thankful! OTL curse my poor reactions to these things. I suck at the whole face-to-face affection things. It's not that I forget people's birthdays or don't care about the good things that happen to them. I just &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;don't know how to approach&lt;/span&gt; them and ...yeah. Hmm, how lame of me. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel awful, I can't even hug my close friends (or my mom for that matter) without feeling &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;fucking awkward. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7853166023685195286-4838390418607395554?l=becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/feeds/4838390418607395554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/2011/09/awkward-identity.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853166023685195286/posts/default/4838390418607395554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853166023685195286/posts/default/4838390418607395554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/2011/09/awkward-identity.html' title='the awkward identity'/><author><name>Louisa L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04503578680199249366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TK6Mm_jadgI/AAAAAAAABVg/3UA_HNDyt4w/S220/DSCN3691.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9CPlr7zlMGs/TmmcTfErE2I/AAAAAAAABok/CC2syj09JZw/s72-c/27082011426.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7853166023685195286.post-5521426209659549672</id><published>2011-08-22T12:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T12:39:50.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you're not lee minho.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gj3tjozR1Q8/TlHbmshviEI/AAAAAAAABoc/xHc0zmPaU88/s1600/038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gj3tjozR1Q8/TlHbmshviEI/AAAAAAAABoc/xHc0zmPaU88/s320/038.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643533265906141250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to live on a farm for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to run with sheeps, play with the farm dogs, chase chickens, feed cows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but no, I live in Brunei and there are no private farms here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, I went to play badminton two days ago with my mom and Uncle. Oh man, there were quite a few cute boys there but they seemed &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;younger &lt;/span&gt;than me so that makes me feel a little weird. haha but yeah now my right arm hurts so bad. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;SO BAD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what else have I done during the holidays? not much.&lt;br /&gt;I've just been watching City Hunter and omg &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Lee Minho is just so handsome&lt;/span&gt;. (that's an understatement.) I'm down to my last four episodes and I hate knowing the inevitable end is coming. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! And I went to the clinic two days ago. Pssh, I was sitting down.&lt;br /&gt;then the lady called out "Muhammad... Moimin? Laimin?"&lt;br /&gt;And there was only one guy so it was obviously him. He stood up from the seat next to who I assumed was his girlfriend. he approached the desk and the nurse was like "How do you pronounce you name? Is this correct?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy looked and said, "No, it's wrong..."&lt;br /&gt;The lady was like, "Ah, haimin? Amin?"&lt;br /&gt;The guy smiled and boldly said, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;"My name is Lee Minho."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I snorted so loud. and my mom's like, "What's wrong?"&lt;br /&gt;"He said he's Lee Minho" *snorts and laughs some more*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lady didn't get the joke so the guy looked at his girlfriend with a huge grin, maybe hoping she'd laugh too. and the girlfriend just gave him a side look like &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;'are you joking? you're embarrassing me.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah ^^ that was... the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;highlight&lt;/span&gt; of my week I guess.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much is going on. I want to register for the SMS AS results thing but I forgot my index number so I'm just.... stagnantly waiting for something to happen.&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; I don't know~&lt;/span&gt; I'm gonna take it again anyway, so yeah whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7853166023685195286-5521426209659549672?l=becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/feeds/5521426209659549672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/2011/08/youre-not-lee-minho.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853166023685195286/posts/default/5521426209659549672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853166023685195286/posts/default/5521426209659549672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/2011/08/youre-not-lee-minho.html' title='you&apos;re not lee minho.'/><author><name>Louisa L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04503578680199249366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TK6Mm_jadgI/AAAAAAAABVg/3UA_HNDyt4w/S220/DSCN3691.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gj3tjozR1Q8/TlHbmshviEI/AAAAAAAABoc/xHc0zmPaU88/s72-c/038.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7853166023685195286.post-1903641418552045504</id><published>2011-08-11T12:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T12:51:01.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yeap.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MKIlHc9yJjQ/TkNfm_FfU_I/AAAAAAAABoM/siR6-17npkA/s1600/tumblr_li9g183u4L1qgl14po1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 282px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MKIlHc9yJjQ/TkNfm_FfU_I/AAAAAAAABoM/siR6-17npkA/s320/tumblr_li9g183u4L1qgl14po1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639456281772119026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;YESTERDAY! oh my god yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah i went home yesterday and i'm so happy. my dad's so cute, he bought me a nasi katok and I'm like AWWW. :) i dont know i find it an &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;endearing gesture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, so last night, my mom said 'Oh I received a text, your camera's ready to be picked up!"&lt;br /&gt;so me, my mom and my sister got ready to go out. We were &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;excited&lt;/span&gt; to finally collect the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, problem A (which was in March 2011)&lt;br /&gt;the camera's lense was fucked up, idek. so we sent it for repair and they  said they had to send it to SG to get it fixed blablabla. It was returned in July~ (yes, 4 months later~)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we collected in in July and then the lense was replaced. However, the images appeared blurry so HELL NO. They sent it again, saying they'd replace it with a new unit. hence being Problem B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then yesterday they said it was ready for collection. So we went with high hopes! And then Problem C emerged. No memory card. And I was like "Naah, lady, the memory card is supposed to be included. we never took it out."&lt;br /&gt;And the lady was all like, "Yeah but... the last time you guys sent it here, we tested it with OUR memory card."&lt;br /&gt;and then my mom went all Godzilla on their asses and snapped. "HELLO?! That was MY memory card! I should know, there were like a hundred photos of my son in there. You trying to tell me you took those photos??"&lt;br /&gt;and the chick recoiled, "OH, we'll ...replace your memory card. Is that  okay?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm like "PERFECT! do that. Mom, calm down."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, everything is now fine. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah a little story. TBH, that's the only ...uh, 'drama' i have hahaha. Life's dull for me, yup. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7853166023685195286-1903641418552045504?l=becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/feeds/1903641418552045504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/2011/08/yeap.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853166023685195286/posts/default/1903641418552045504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853166023685195286/posts/default/1903641418552045504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/2011/08/yeap.html' title='yeap.'/><author><name>Louisa L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04503578680199249366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TK6Mm_jadgI/AAAAAAAABVg/3UA_HNDyt4w/S220/DSCN3691.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MKIlHc9yJjQ/TkNfm_FfU_I/AAAAAAAABoM/siR6-17npkA/s72-c/tumblr_li9g183u4L1qgl14po1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7853166023685195286.post-2516620707418199102</id><published>2011-08-05T12:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T12:54:47.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nothing much</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q-IOd9JCfRk/Tjt10WIKE9I/AAAAAAAABoE/9UPyFtjQCB0/s1600/04082011412.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q-IOd9JCfRk/Tjt10WIKE9I/AAAAAAAABoE/9UPyFtjQCB0/s320/04082011412.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637228900737749970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's mock exam season! I did my MIB test already. Ha-Ha-Ha.&lt;br /&gt;Dumbest thing I've ever done. I didn't really know what to answer, how to answer. They're just open ended questions and so I'm like, this is open to interpretation! I can do this! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I'm good at making up bull.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah it's the fasting month and so it's &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;pretty quiet&lt;/span&gt; in the hostel and school. We have no classes at ALL. You only go to school if you have exams. You just sit your little butt in the auditorium for a couple of hours or so, doing your paper. And then you leave. And that's that. Nothing more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;AND I AM LOVING IT. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to go home yesterday, seeing as my next paper is on Monday. So yeah :)&lt;br /&gt;it just gets awkward sometimes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out yesterday with a friend, oh wowwee walked past this store and they were playing Lucifer on their TV. Jonghyun's lovely arms, I don't know... just amazing. If I were a man, I'd work out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick at the moment, down with a fever and my voice is gone :(&lt;br /&gt;but oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Life should go on~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep, nothing much going on these days. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7853166023685195286-2516620707418199102?l=becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/feeds/2516620707418199102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/2011/08/nothing-much.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853166023685195286/posts/default/2516620707418199102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853166023685195286/posts/default/2516620707418199102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/2011/08/nothing-much.html' title='nothing much'/><author><name>Louisa L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04503578680199249366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TK6Mm_jadgI/AAAAAAAABVg/3UA_HNDyt4w/S220/DSCN3691.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q-IOd9JCfRk/Tjt10WIKE9I/AAAAAAAABoE/9UPyFtjQCB0/s72-c/04082011412.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7853166023685195286.post-7783665633186631481</id><published>2011-07-29T14:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T14:50:54.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'>okay yes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HELLO ALL. lol if there even are any readers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in any case! Mock exams are just around the corne! maybe two weeks or so? I've actually honestly been studying a little math. Usually I would not give a flying fuck but thee days I do questions. No scratch that, i TRY the questions. I attempt them and yeah, sometime I get it and sometimes I don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My teachers have predicted my grades for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;B for Sociology&lt;br /&gt;B for English&lt;br /&gt;C for History&lt;br /&gt;E for Math&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the math, my teacher was just being &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;nice and sympathetic &lt;/span&gt;hence she gave me that predicted grade ^^ She's so nice. But I'll try and do what I can. The end is so near, I can't afford to fuck up things right now. UGH i hate the future and all it's &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;uncertainties.&lt;/span&gt; But then if I knew exactly what's gonna happen every single time, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;where's the fun in that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skipping school tomorrow. yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking, I really should try &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;bungee jumping&lt;/span&gt; before I die. get over my fear of heights eventually. Because the Higher Education Unit at my school is on the third floor. So i went up there for the first time yesterday, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;OH MY SHIT. &lt;/span&gt;My breathing became laboured as I got up the stairs, not because it's all the way on the third floor and there were a million steps. But rather because it was so high up, like the stairs felt like they were&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; suspended&lt;/span&gt; in mid air! I was like cursing the entire time going up while other people are like holding the rails and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;running up&lt;/span&gt; the stairs. RUNNING. I'm just like &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;"DON'T DO THAT! YOU'LL FALL OVER THE RAILS AND DIE, IT'S A FUCKING LONG WAY DOWN YOU CRAZY FUCK!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I said that in my head. But yeah. It was so scary.&lt;br /&gt;Bungee Jumping should scare that fear outta me, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG my little brother is getting on my nerves. in a cute way, a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LyQ_qs1V4sU/TjJWIWeH6YI/AAAAAAAABn0/KoIrt4pSWMo/s1600/DSC_0512.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LyQ_qs1V4sU/TjJWIWeH6YI/AAAAAAAABn0/KoIrt4pSWMo/s320/DSC_0512.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634660785264781698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Cm_axMv16gM/TjJWH0D8zuI/AAAAAAAABns/tRFxF_0tZus/s1600/DSC_0120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Cm_axMv16gM/TjJWH0D8zuI/AAAAAAAABns/tRFxF_0tZus/s320/DSC_0120.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634660776028196578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mWCFtaQ0pj8/TjJWIku-w7I/AAAAAAAABn8/jzsHI6shCUo/s1600/DSC_0361.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mWCFtaQ0pj8/TjJWIku-w7I/AAAAAAAABn8/jzsHI6shCUo/s320/DSC_0361.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634660789093581746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yayer i love &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;holidays,&lt;/span&gt; cannot wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7853166023685195286-7783665633186631481?l=becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/feeds/7783665633186631481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/2011/07/okay-yes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853166023685195286/posts/default/7783665633186631481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853166023685195286/posts/default/7783665633186631481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/2011/07/okay-yes.html' title='okay yes.'/><author><name>Louisa L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04503578680199249366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TK6Mm_jadgI/AAAAAAAABVg/3UA_HNDyt4w/S220/DSCN3691.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LyQ_qs1V4sU/TjJWIWeH6YI/AAAAAAAABn0/KoIrt4pSWMo/s72-c/DSC_0512.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7853166023685195286.post-7484797704697178096</id><published>2011-07-24T14:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T14:22:23.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hm yes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2KewBlU_N-Y/Tiu3oqFk-6I/AAAAAAAABnk/lOjyU9RtDd0/s1600/23072011394.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2KewBlU_N-Y/Tiu3oqFk-6I/AAAAAAAABnk/lOjyU9RtDd0/s320/23072011394.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632797668077271970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;hello!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my god so last night was our Appreciation Night at the Holiday Lodge hotel.&lt;br /&gt;I took it easy, thinking I could find something to wear eventually so I shopped yesterday afternoon at the mall. I couldn't find any fucking dress. It's  my own fault so there's no point in me &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;sulking&lt;/span&gt; anyways~ I'm all cool about it lah. So yeah had to wear something I already own. cool, no problem. So I came home at like 6.10pm. the event starts at 7pm. I live in bandar and it's quite a long drive to Jerudong. I left the house at 7pm.&lt;br /&gt;So naturally,  i thought I was&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; fucking late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got there at like 7.30pm, my heart was just ripped cos I thought I was late. I got there and saw other boy prefects by the door in their suits and ...formal clothing. I'm just like "okay, I know your names but I don't really know you so I'm not gonna say hi plus I feel over dressed and ashamed so i'm just gonna run away now..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so WHOOSH I ran up the stairs saying &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck"&lt;/span&gt; all the way because it was just that awkward. I got in the hall place, people were there but apparently it hasn't started! So I'm like AW cool I'm not late! But fuck wait, none of my friends are there yet. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i waited and waited. finally, some friends came and I'm like &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;"YES IM NOT ALONE." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then yeah starting from there, the night was pretty nice :) the food was amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and last week, I watched&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Harry Potter&lt;/span&gt;, FINALLY :O it's over I can't get over it. Like, there's no need to wait anymore for the next movie to happen because there isn't gonna be one :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and Nadia bumped into a feminine boy on the streets haha. His name is Amirul and he's from SM Berakas, lost in Gadong. Cool thing, he asked us where Micronet was and we walked him there, fucking drenched in sweat. but he's such &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;a sweet boy&lt;/span&gt; so it was okay (:&lt;br /&gt;I love the way he says &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Oh my god"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; it's like those typical blonde americans kinda of tone, you know? and his hand motion that goes with it, OMG love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, yeah (: the past week was&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; quite eventful. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7853166023685195286-7484797704697178096?l=becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/feeds/7484797704697178096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/2011/07/hm-yes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853166023685195286/posts/default/7484797704697178096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853166023685195286/posts/default/7484797704697178096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/2011/07/hm-yes.html' title='hm yes.'/><author><name>Louisa L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04503578680199249366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TK6Mm_jadgI/AAAAAAAABVg/3UA_HNDyt4w/S220/DSCN3691.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2KewBlU_N-Y/Tiu3oqFk-6I/AAAAAAAABnk/lOjyU9RtDd0/s72-c/23072011394.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7853166023685195286.post-6929710037232042921</id><published>2011-07-15T17:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T18:03:33.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8suwlVoTIiA/TiAOKxMRq7I/AAAAAAAABnc/IqTsgCzUYqo/s1600/DSCN5171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8suwlVoTIiA/TiAOKxMRq7I/AAAAAAAABnc/IqTsgCzUYqo/s320/DSCN5171.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629515112379427762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit i miss long hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways!&lt;br /&gt;SO, it's HM's birthday. Happy Birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a nice day, I went back home yesterday afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;And then I went out at night for dinner at &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Capers&lt;/span&gt; with Megan, Mike, Jona and a guy I believe is name was Ming? That's what they addressed him as. He was very friendly. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Megan's gonna leave for US on Sunday, she'll be gone for about a month so yeah :( hence the dinner. It was really nice hanging out with them :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're coming up to bandar again tonight to watch the Harry Potter 7 Part II of which I think I'm gonna pass. I'm not as crazy and stoked as other people to watch it. I mean, I love harry potter, he's such a nice guy and hermione's just gorgeous and I wanna marry Ron. But naah :) I don't think I'd like hanging in the cinema, lining up for tickets and its all crowded in the theatres.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOWEVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;SHINee&lt;/span&gt; will be performing in Singapore on September the 10th, for one night only I'm just like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;asdfghjkkl&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;WHY I WANNA GO FUCK IT OH MY SHIT PLEASE LET ME GO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tickets cost from &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;$218, $168 and $138&lt;/span&gt;. OH MY SHIT i wanna go :((((( you know that feeling right? Your fave artist is so close yet so fucking far?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only 6000 tickets are sold. It's gonna start at 6pm, i forgot where exactly in SG. But yeah. Sigh, I can definitely say for sure that I'm not going. It just hurts so much to see and hear about the Singaporeans spazzing for the next couple of months, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;anticipating SHINee's arrival&lt;/span&gt; :(((&lt;br /&gt;I am happy for them, yes I am. But ...I wanna go too :(((((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;so yeah, to sum up the story of my life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;social life : a dinner with friends once in a blue moon.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;peak of excitement of my 2011 youth : anticipating for a concert that I am not even going too, watching by the sidelines.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And I found out today that my mom makes really good &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;lemonade!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7853166023685195286-6929710037232042921?l=becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/feeds/6929710037232042921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/2011/07/shit-i-miss-long-hair.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853166023685195286/posts/default/6929710037232042921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853166023685195286/posts/default/6929710037232042921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/2011/07/shit-i-miss-long-hair.html' title=''/><author><name>Louisa L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04503578680199249366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TK6Mm_jadgI/AAAAAAAABVg/3UA_HNDyt4w/S220/DSCN3691.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8suwlVoTIiA/TiAOKxMRq7I/AAAAAAAABnc/IqTsgCzUYqo/s72-c/DSCN5171.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7853166023685195286.post-8684975276083922772</id><published>2011-07-09T16:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T17:01:44.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>haha hello</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been MIA, I know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, in any case, I just underwent my &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;APR tests&lt;/span&gt; in school to which it's safe to say that I have:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;- failed my maths (surprise SURPRISE)&lt;br /&gt;- got a C for History (I didn't study shit, the teacher is just really really nice and generous)&lt;br /&gt;- English, I don't know, I wrote something about &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Jay Park&lt;/span&gt; being an &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;assassin who can B-boy&lt;/span&gt;. She said it's unrealistic but she hasn't graded me yet so... outlook, not so good haha.&lt;br /&gt;- As for Sociology, I don't know neither. He hasn't marked our papers yet so I have no clue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, other than that, school has been alright. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Dull as fuck&lt;/span&gt; and there's not much I can do about it. I can't skip classes anymore, I really shouldn't do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's this &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Appreciation Night&lt;/span&gt; coming soon in a couple of weeks for us former prefects and MPs, I am really looking forward to it because yay food ^^ but I haven't found anything to wear. Ugh the pains of being a girl~ And it has this theme, no less.&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; "Seri Istana"&lt;/span&gt; but international version. So like, you get to dress up as whatever royalty person you want from any country you wish. Some I heard are going for the China look and the Jawa look. I have no clue as to what I should wear. If I can't figure it out soon (I've already given up on looking anyway) then I'll just find a dress... We'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LWItA99UpVc/ThgWcYvLQEI/AAAAAAAABnM/PHDDSEzFHLc/s1600/09072011372.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 236px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LWItA99UpVc/ThgWcYvLQEI/AAAAAAAABnM/PHDDSEzFHLc/s320/09072011372.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627272411331903554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't seen him in two weeks. Today, I got the chance to see him and he can count. he can freaking count! Of course, he can't say it all right yet. And he can't say 'S' properly neither SO CUTE OMG wish I couldn't say S too :(&lt;br /&gt;and he fed me grapes, the cutie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5JAPMU-q4zo/ThgWcu14cjI/AAAAAAAABnU/47FAPiusAv8/s1600/outfit_large_09ef7970-07f6-4c09-8a81-aa02e97f909c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5JAPMU-q4zo/ThgWcu14cjI/AAAAAAAABnU/47FAPiusAv8/s320/outfit_large_09ef7970-07f6-4c09-8a81-aa02e97f909c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627272417265611314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the dress I would love to have for that event thing but... yeah got this off the internet idk where. It's priced in pounds so... it's all the way in England. The dress alone costs like 149 pounds? So multiply that by 3... you do the math. No shipping info available anyway. *shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7853166023685195286-8684975276083922772?l=becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/feeds/8684975276083922772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/2011/07/haha-hello.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853166023685195286/posts/default/8684975276083922772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853166023685195286/posts/default/8684975276083922772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/2011/07/haha-hello.html' title='haha hello'/><author><name>Louisa L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04503578680199249366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TK6Mm_jadgI/AAAAAAAABVg/3UA_HNDyt4w/S220/DSCN3691.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LWItA99UpVc/ThgWcYvLQEI/AAAAAAAABnM/PHDDSEzFHLc/s72-c/09072011372.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7853166023685195286.post-3771163667464134605</id><published>2011-06-24T11:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T12:13:28.014+08:00</updated><title type='text'>keke</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qgGYUkbITj4/TgQL86yQZoI/AAAAAAAABnE/kKqEpbsVqHw/s1600/tumblr_ln0ps3kodL1qlc3wpo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qgGYUkbITj4/TgQL86yQZoI/AAAAAAAABnE/kKqEpbsVqHw/s320/tumblr_ln0ps3kodL1qlc3wpo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621631376065324674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i found a nice &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Bubble Tea j&lt;/span&gt;oint at the Mall, i forgot what it's called. '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Something-Box&lt;/span&gt;' if I'm not mistaken... I don't know, it's a little isolated drink place, like a stall sort of. And it has stools and like one female worker who makes the drinks. I like it there, I don't know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway! I am down with a bad fever.&lt;br /&gt;So I just had my History APR yesterday, it was on...Plural Society in Southeast Asia or something along those lines. And yeah I didn't study really study for it because apparently, it's aHUGE topic that covers the immigration of foreign workers and the social changes as well as economic changes and then the Europeans came into the picture and then&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; blablablablablabla.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;le sigh.&lt;br /&gt;I think it went well. I don't know. I am happy to announce that i have Sociology homework! After ages of not having to do any essays, I admit I've been just... basically ignoring Socio keke. but yay homework, on crime and deviance, no less! WOOH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for maths, meh shit bores me. hence there is nothing much to say. Same goes for English, though English is way more bearable because the teacher is funny. Like old lady kind of funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH AND WE HAD A TRIP TO PRISON!&lt;br /&gt;it was so much fun! we rode a van while the others took buses. And then the driver fucking drove along the highway nearly going into Tutong. We're just like "Where are we going??" The teacher had dozed off a litle cos the journey was quite long... So yeah but we got there eventually and the officers were hilarious!He told us stories about how things rolled in prison and how prisoners are humans too thus the community should treat them just as how they treat people who don't hold a criminal record. I'm just like ,"That is true..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah I don't think we're allowed to go into detail the things they told us?&lt;br /&gt;In any case, it was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;wanna watch &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Harry Potter &amp;amp; The Deathly Hallows II&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Green Lantern&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; Insidious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just plain lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7853166023685195286-3771163667464134605?l=becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/feeds/3771163667464134605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/2011/06/keke.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853166023685195286/posts/default/3771163667464134605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853166023685195286/posts/default/3771163667464134605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/2011/06/keke.html' title='keke'/><author><name>Louisa L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04503578680199249366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TK6Mm_jadgI/AAAAAAAABVg/3UA_HNDyt4w/S220/DSCN3691.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qgGYUkbITj4/TgQL86yQZoI/AAAAAAAABnE/kKqEpbsVqHw/s72-c/tumblr_ln0ps3kodL1qlc3wpo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7853166023685195286.post-5333279312898426990</id><published>2011-06-11T09:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T09:14:34.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blablabla</title><content type='html'>i am at Lawas at the moment for a cousin's wedding.&lt;br /&gt;as of now, i'm just chilling in the hotel room with my cousins and this is great. yesterday was a mess though, a &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;hot mess.&lt;/span&gt; us four were the bridesmaids and it was a fucking hot day but it didn't matter cos the bride was more important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;she was so beautiful :')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but my mind and heart and soul was just &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;nagging &lt;/span&gt;at me to go to some wi-fi spot to check out the SM Town concert in Paris :( anyhow, it's okay. I'm now free and best part is there is wi-fi and i checked out the concert. I expected so much more from it but &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;expectations were not met.&lt;/span&gt; but it's okay, SHINee was superb as always...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uh... the wi-fi sucks serious shit so i can't be bothered uploading photos of the wedding atm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another time! :D besides i'm lazy, gotta shower and laptop's low batt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;holiday kinda sucks thus far but oh well. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7853166023685195286-5333279312898426990?l=becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/feeds/5333279312898426990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/2011/06/blablabla.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853166023685195286/posts/default/5333279312898426990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853166023685195286/posts/default/5333279312898426990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/2011/06/blablabla.html' title='blablabla'/><author><name>Louisa L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04503578680199249366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TK6Mm_jadgI/AAAAAAAABVg/3UA_HNDyt4w/S220/DSCN3691.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7853166023685195286.post-1714398306924266732</id><published>2011-06-02T15:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T15:32:58.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sike</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ggFmWECDais/Tec60i5O8PI/AAAAAAAABmo/HlYK0LK-uto/s1600/tumblr_llxsyfJjYG1qd3ziro1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ggFmWECDais/Tec60i5O8PI/AAAAAAAABmo/HlYK0LK-uto/s320/tumblr_llxsyfJjYG1qd3ziro1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613520134935081202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meet my boyfriend!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL i kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish he was. He's so handsome and funny and cute like a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;bunny&lt;/span&gt; and he looks logically good-looking. (if that...makes sense)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, school has been oh so &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;pointless&lt;/span&gt;. Never have I ever felt so lazy during school days as I do now. I skipped school today. I can't wait to go home on Saturday for the holidays! I know next Monday is still a fucking school day but hell to the no, we're probably just have cleaning campaign in school so hell to the noooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind is set on holidays already so yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-unX5ZhK5EDg/Tec8G5SHCDI/AAAAAAAABmw/2y1B0BU0ojo/s1600/DSC_0182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-unX5ZhK5EDg/Tec8G5SHCDI/AAAAAAAABmw/2y1B0BU0ojo/s320/DSC_0182.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613521549694273586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kekeke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(fyi I'm not really picking my nose, it is for fun that I posed in such a way...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7853166023685195286-1714398306924266732?l=becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/feeds/1714398306924266732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/2011/06/sike.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853166023685195286/posts/default/1714398306924266732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853166023685195286/posts/default/1714398306924266732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/2011/06/sike.html' title='sike'/><author><name>Louisa L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04503578680199249366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TK6Mm_jadgI/AAAAAAAABVg/3UA_HNDyt4w/S220/DSCN3691.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ggFmWECDais/Tec60i5O8PI/AAAAAAAABmo/HlYK0LK-uto/s72-c/tumblr_llxsyfJjYG1qd3ziro1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7853166023685195286.post-7721298589567969096</id><published>2011-05-22T12:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T14:13:53.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'>banana milk</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SO I'M A LITTLE LAZY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;hi yall. it's another weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The history paper i sat for was good, I think. I mean, it went well I guess. We had three hours to write three essays and one more essay based on sources regarding the First World War. And I finished the paper in two hours so I left the auditorium cos the invigilator guy said we could leave as long as it isn't within the last 3o minutes of the exam. So I did because it was &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;freezing&lt;/span&gt; cold, I was done, I didn't wanna wait for an hour to get out when it is cold shiz in there and... there really was no reason to sit around, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So off I went and enjoyed the rest of my day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day and the next days to come, people began asking me things like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Is it true you left early during History exam?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Heard you left an hour after exams started?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Dude, how come you left so early??"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm like, "I wrote too fast and too little? I don't know. And no it's not ONE hour, crazy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just goes to show that &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;word travels fast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's really it, I guess. Boring, boring days I've been having.&lt;br /&gt;and yeah there are some dramas that have been going on in school but... they're not mine to share? Haha they're super childish though so I might just blog about it when I get annoyed/pissed by it and want to vent/rant about it, I'll do so here ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7853166023685195286-7721298589567969096?l=becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/feeds/7721298589567969096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/2011/05/banana-milk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853166023685195286/posts/default/7721298589567969096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853166023685195286/posts/default/7721298589567969096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/2011/05/banana-milk.html' title='banana milk'/><author><name>Louisa L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04503578680199249366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TK6Mm_jadgI/AAAAAAAABVg/3UA_HNDyt4w/S220/DSCN3691.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7853166023685195286.post-5688221880464116032</id><published>2011-05-16T14:27:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T15:06:12.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>me2day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HELLO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, because I feel like it, I wanna just reminisce about the end of 2010 and beginning of 2011.&lt;br /&gt;Pics aren't in chronological order though.&lt;br /&gt;I'll just put captions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-blP4YteTtyU/TdDJS5uTvFI/AAAAAAAABmQ/HWMmyuFefmI/s1600/Image522.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-blP4YteTtyU/TdDJS5uTvFI/AAAAAAAABmQ/HWMmyuFefmI/s320/Image522.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607202862646148178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;night study early this year.&lt;br /&gt;clearly, I'm not studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B_z126aUol8/TdDJS5WPwoI/AAAAAAAABmI/ohQcky9ydp0/s1600/292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B_z126aUol8/TdDJS5WPwoI/AAAAAAAABmI/ohQcky9ydp0/s320/292.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607202862545224322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last March 2011.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YlmWv1BXknU/TdDInZdEL7I/AAAAAAAABmA/rpYqA5qaz4Y/s1600/DSC_0349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YlmWv1BXknU/TdDInZdEL7I/AAAAAAAABmA/rpYqA5qaz4Y/s320/DSC_0349.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607202115249516466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mid-April 2011.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ogrCQUYPzYU/TdDHnsY7pYI/AAAAAAAABlw/7Qjd4CSJyXk/s1600/DSC_0238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ogrCQUYPzYU/TdDHnsY7pYI/AAAAAAAABlw/7Qjd4CSJyXk/s320/DSC_0238.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607201020820825474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;late 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8ZcaUXm2qCM/TdDGgbQ8OlI/AAAAAAAABlg/GG841dx0Jrk/s1600/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8ZcaUXm2qCM/TdDGgbQ8OlI/AAAAAAAABlg/GG841dx0Jrk/s320/011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607199796453194322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha late 2010, interrupting a friend from taking a picture of herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Lss-8-a_kGQ/TdDFdCaIjMI/AAAAAAAABlY/GPzY2f_wyNo/s1600/DSC_0123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Lss-8-a_kGQ/TdDFdCaIjMI/AAAAAAAABlY/GPzY2f_wyNo/s320/DSC_0123.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607198638729628866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;late 2010.&lt;br /&gt;fuck i kinda miss long hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-coekuxfecko/TdDENNRmnnI/AAAAAAAABlI/sk_1sRO6XKk/s1600/DSC_0312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OpGjWqAsqsw/TdDE_eWyBRI/AAAAAAAABlQ/tAzGF2BCJdQ/s320/DSCN7526.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607198130835686674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;raya 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-coekuxfecko/TdDENNRmnnI/AAAAAAAABlI/sk_1sRO6XKk/s1600/DSC_0312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-coekuxfecko/TdDENNRmnnI/AAAAAAAABlI/sk_1sRO6XKk/s320/DSC_0312.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607197267257106034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;early 2011.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah school's been ...good. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Honestly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because classes are so empty now, it's practically okay to not attend! What with all the AS exams going on, so school is expected to be a &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;ghost town &lt;/span&gt;and I am loving it, kinda. I've got my History paper tomorrow for which I am slightly prepared for. I know I should be studying and ...yeah I'm starting to think my decision in coming back home for&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; "study leave"&lt;/span&gt; was a &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;bullshit&lt;/span&gt; idea. I guess I saw it coming, being distracted with TV and little brother and sister. But I was expecting, no, HOPING I'd grow up and sit, read notes for a few hours a day. Haha but yeah. It's been really fun though, being at home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, I taught my brother to say&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; "the dog"&lt;/span&gt; by accident. Cos there were dogs barking and I was like "The dogs!!" and he simply repeated after me like he was engaging in an actual conversation. Then i proceeded, teaching him how to say "the duck" and "apple" of which he couldn't really do without sounding like a baby. He said, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;"deydidi"&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;"laypol"&lt;/span&gt; instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then just today, my sister was having her mid years exams so she could leave school early. I walked to her school and we both had lunch at the canteen, it was nice to just chill. We haven't had a fight like... in a long time. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents are all &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;good in the hood&lt;/span&gt; though both seem to be getting a little sick. Probably got the flu virus from my little bro.&lt;br /&gt;The only displeasing thing was when my mom insisted on watching this Indonesian series, the chicks were just &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;balling their eyes out&lt;/span&gt; forever and problems just keep fucking evolving. Seriously, no one's life is THAT fucked up. It's bad enough that she's making me watch it, she explains it to me in detail. It's agonizing to hear her tell me EACH and EVERY SINGLE CHARACTERS' ISSUES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but other than that, it's all good. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;*fingers crossed for exams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7853166023685195286-5688221880464116032?l=becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/feeds/5688221880464116032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/2011/05/me2day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853166023685195286/posts/default/5688221880464116032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853166023685195286/posts/default/5688221880464116032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/2011/05/me2day.html' title='me2day'/><author><name>Louisa L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04503578680199249366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TK6Mm_jadgI/AAAAAAAABVg/3UA_HNDyt4w/S220/DSCN3691.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-blP4YteTtyU/TdDJS5uTvFI/AAAAAAAABmQ/HWMmyuFefmI/s72-c/Image522.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7853166023685195286.post-4057678923456313455</id><published>2011-05-14T15:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T15:43:32.005+08:00</updated><title type='text'>life as we know it</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another weekend of which i get to spend at home :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MdL2x8y_dE4/Tc4wcK5UGFI/AAAAAAAABlA/02wzybUNJMY/s1600/DSC_0036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 264px; height: 396px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MdL2x8y_dE4/Tc4wcK5UGFI/AAAAAAAABlA/02wzybUNJMY/s320/DSC_0036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606471846642063442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a photo from the Boy event a couple of months back.&lt;br /&gt;i think i'd be a dandy looking nerd boy. just sayin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DHrIqcWh6_U/Tc4vydjGl8I/AAAAAAAABk4/NrXIrs_2Z3k/s1600/185101414D9183643C61A0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 407px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DHrIqcWh6_U/Tc4vydjGl8I/AAAAAAAABk4/NrXIrs_2Z3k/s320/185101414D9183643C61A0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606471130094671810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;Jay Park, Oh My God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has done so much these days, i mean just few weeks ago he released his album Take A Deeper Look. He released the &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Abandoned&lt;/span&gt; music video which just was so amazing. And then he won first place in the Music Bank against f(x) just last week. and couple of days ago he won again. Released his&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; Tonight&lt;/span&gt; music video, which is a complete 360 twist as to what Abandoned was like. And then today, just this morning local time, he released his &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Level 1000&lt;/span&gt; music video. He's doing live shows and interviews. Poor guy is sick now but he's still busting his ass, working so hard.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously Jay, go to sleep. You more than deserve it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;:') love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tbAlAEuzX4k/Tc4vyMejLmI/AAAAAAAABkw/byah4XWO1C4/s1600/06052011275.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tbAlAEuzX4k/Tc4vyMejLmI/AAAAAAAABkw/byah4XWO1C4/s320/06052011275.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606471125512171106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i get to see my little brother today!&lt;br /&gt;heard from my mom that he's sick though :(&lt;br /&gt;so my mom took him to the clinic and there was this man who sat with them, waiting for the doctor. and the man asked my mom and was like "How old is your son?"&lt;br /&gt;and before my mom could answer, my little bro was like putting his finger on his lips going &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;"SHHHHH! tsk."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just like, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;BAMF&lt;/span&gt; much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and last week we went to church and he came along. there was this baby &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;crying&lt;/span&gt; and he looked at the baby and was like &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"TSK! shhhh! EEE."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just like boy, please. He threw ladies' roses! (it was mother's day and so roses were given to the moms)&lt;br /&gt;yeah he's outta control.&lt;br /&gt;idk whether to be &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;pissed&lt;/span&gt; or think it's&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; cute&lt;/span&gt; anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7853166023685195286-4057678923456313455?l=becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/feeds/4057678923456313455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/2011/05/life-as-we-know-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853166023685195286/posts/default/4057678923456313455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853166023685195286/posts/default/4057678923456313455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/2011/05/life-as-we-know-it.html' title='life as we know it'/><author><name>Louisa L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04503578680199249366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TK6Mm_jadgI/AAAAAAAABVg/3UA_HNDyt4w/S220/DSCN3691.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MdL2x8y_dE4/Tc4wcK5UGFI/AAAAAAAABlA/02wzybUNJMY/s72-c/DSC_0036.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7853166023685195286.post-8334607825120360691</id><published>2011-05-06T12:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T13:15:59.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cleavage.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ng-IcUaP-ww/TcN_srzDF5I/AAAAAAAABko/JFmLSWNBvR4/s1600/02052011183.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 248px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ng-IcUaP-ww/TcN_srzDF5I/AAAAAAAABko/JFmLSWNBvR4/s320/02052011183.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603462767026837394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm home!!!!&lt;br /&gt;my little brother is really just so freaking annoying, he throws everything off the balcony and thinks its cute &amp;amp; funny. He threw the house key one time and broke someone's car windscreen. I'm just like "YOU MONSTER." and he giggles like he's so innocent. voehfowescuashf really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah it's been a good week, kind of productive actually. I actually did my math revision, listened to my history teacher in class, do my english essays and socio class is fun cos I don't even have to go into class. haha i just sit in the staffroom with Ashyiq since we both did our AS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday is my first exam day OMG.&lt;br /&gt;English AS paper 2 and Maths P1.&lt;br /&gt;I have my fingers crossed that it'll be over quickly and smoothly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went swimming yesterday yay!&lt;br /&gt;I just downloaded a few videos for my viewing pleasure later on ;)&lt;br /&gt;and then I'll do more math revision i promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and watch more videos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v7cvBZsSzHU/TcN_sZOzWGI/AAAAAAAABkg/0n1XWlBa3aw/s1600/tumblr_lbt1kxCCX01qb2ge1o1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v7cvBZsSzHU/TcN_sZOzWGI/AAAAAAAABkg/0n1XWlBa3aw/s320/tumblr_lbt1kxCCX01qb2ge1o1_500.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603462762042972258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he has a beautiful rear, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;yeah boring life, there isn't much happening what with the exams coming on. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Exam fever,&lt;/span&gt; is the phrase for it. I keep thinking &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"Oh pfft it's okay, you screw this one and you still have november."&lt;/span&gt; Which is an awful mindset to have, so yeah I'll work hard hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Mother's day&lt;/span&gt; this Sunday! Hmm idk what'll be going down for me and my family...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7853166023685195286-8334607825120360691?l=becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/feeds/8334607825120360691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/2011/05/cleavage.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853166023685195286/posts/default/8334607825120360691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853166023685195286/posts/default/8334607825120360691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/2011/05/cleavage.html' title='cleavage.'/><author><name>Louisa L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04503578680199249366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TK6Mm_jadgI/AAAAAAAABVg/3UA_HNDyt4w/S220/DSCN3691.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ng-IcUaP-ww/TcN_srzDF5I/AAAAAAAABko/JFmLSWNBvR4/s72-c/02052011183.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7853166023685195286.post-1619504608466328421</id><published>2011-05-02T10:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T10:55:58.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>well established</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alright, so let me just do this. Briefly talk about my weekend, starting from Friday to Sunday. and then today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;FRIDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out from the hostel alone because a lot of my friends went home and I had things to do anyway that was better for me to do alone. So, I got to the mall at like almost 1pm. I was looking forward to catching with Lim and met him at coffee bean. We went around the mall to see what to get for Megan and saw all these &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;cute&lt;/span&gt; things but didn't get them. We eventually went to the ground floor and there was this expo on weddings and cars IDK. This Chinese man stops us and starts asking if we could speak chinese and when I was gonna get married. I looked at my watch and said, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;"I don't know, five-ten years from now?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended up sitting at their little desk where a lady showed us pictures of couples taking wedding pictures all around Singapore. She's like "How old are you?" I was like "Uh 18 this year." She asked Lim and Lim said "19 this year." and she nodded, looked at Lim &amp;amp; said, "Wahhhhh so gentleman oh you..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're just like ....what? yeah this is getting a little weird haha.&lt;br /&gt;But yeah it was just funny.&lt;br /&gt;Then Lim left and I went grocery shopping alone. I saw many many juniors, (as in, boy &amp;amp; girl together) I just assumed they were all together to prepare for this event we have the next night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;SATURDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my fuck it's &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Investiture Day! &lt;/span&gt;The final day I'd be a freaking MP.&lt;br /&gt;Excellent, I thought. I was quite sad and touched and yeah all that soppy feelings. Tears welled but I didn't exactly cry. Abigail is the new head of the girls' hostel and I am very happy for her. :')&lt;br /&gt;And I went home, showered. Got ready and by 2.3opm I left for KB with Lim. It was quite a quick ride haha. Got to KB and met up with Hazman, Daniel and John (who's back from the Philippines on perfect timing!), followed by Mike, Jona, Chris and Amanda!&lt;br /&gt;It was kinda surreal to see them :')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Amanda's place and she drove me &amp;amp; Eric over to Megan's party at like 9pm.&lt;br /&gt;She's a paranoid driver but I guess it's reasonable considering she JUST got her license.&lt;br /&gt;OMG the girls at the party looked so hot, i got rather too appealed haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Excellent food and great entertainment&lt;/span&gt;. ;)&lt;br /&gt;The night went on and on and on~&lt;br /&gt;We got Daniel's place to chill and had ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH OH and Amanda and Jona knows Jay Park! I was like&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt; WOWYEAH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;SUNDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to KB with Lim in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;Safe and sound, in one piece.&lt;br /&gt;Took a really long nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;TODAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't go to school cos there's a marathon and I really don't wanna take part.&lt;br /&gt;Not today, thank you very much.&lt;br /&gt;SO I'm just chilin' at Coffee Bean. Maybe I'll swim a little later on.&lt;br /&gt;Going back to the hostel later too.&lt;br /&gt;And then yeah, hopefully I begin my serious studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5_SbPGv03p8/Tb4X3jp9jJI/AAAAAAAABkY/ZAs9xPa-Lfc/s1600/Image597.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5_SbPGv03p8/Tb4X3jp9jJI/AAAAAAAABkY/ZAs9xPa-Lfc/s320/Image597.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601941229726960786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;Procrastination has to stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7853166023685195286-1619504608466328421?l=becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/feeds/1619504608466328421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/2011/05/well-established.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853166023685195286/posts/default/1619504608466328421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853166023685195286/posts/default/1619504608466328421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/2011/05/well-established.html' title='well established'/><author><name>Louisa L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04503578680199249366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TK6Mm_jadgI/AAAAAAAABVg/3UA_HNDyt4w/S220/DSCN3691.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5_SbPGv03p8/Tb4X3jp9jJI/AAAAAAAABkY/ZAs9xPa-Lfc/s72-c/Image597.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7853166023685195286.post-4628259876596847572</id><published>2011-04-28T16:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T16:07:39.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no such thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wFYHNdAl9TU/Tbke3wMXeGI/AAAAAAAABkQ/EHTNz2MjPL8/s1600/207512_10150163528094079_715484078_6866244_6199085_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 332px; height: 442px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wFYHNdAl9TU/Tbke3wMXeGI/AAAAAAAABkQ/EHTNz2MjPL8/s320/207512_10150163528094079_715484078_6866244_6199085_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600541554790332514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELLO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nXa_8M8UWio/Tbke3uJNA6I/AAAAAAAABkI/39rTFLz52QI/s1600/tumblr_lkcfjr4AqS1qa4ot7.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 414px; height: 186px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nXa_8M8UWio/Tbke3uJNA6I/AAAAAAAABkI/39rTFLz52QI/s320/tumblr_lkcfjr4AqS1qa4ot7.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600541554240193442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna go bowling.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna eat ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna sleep in public places.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna slap a rude person.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna feed sheep.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna stroke a tiger.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna eat nutella out of the jar.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna steal fruits off someone's orchard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;i &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;w&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;an&lt;/span&gt;na &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;re&lt;/span&gt;ckl&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;es&lt;/span&gt;s!&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate exams :(&lt;br /&gt;i hate time-management.&lt;br /&gt;i hate burying my head in books.&lt;br /&gt;i hate calculators and numbers and algorithms.&lt;br /&gt;i hate rude people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah :)&lt;br /&gt;but this saturday, i am going down to KB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;one final break, just one, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one final weekend of fun before i truly focus on the damned exams.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7853166023685195286-4628259876596847572?l=becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/feeds/4628259876596847572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/2011/04/hello.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853166023685195286/posts/default/4628259876596847572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853166023685195286/posts/default/4628259876596847572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/2011/04/hello.html' title='no such thing'/><author><name>Louisa L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04503578680199249366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TK6Mm_jadgI/AAAAAAAABVg/3UA_HNDyt4w/S220/DSCN3691.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wFYHNdAl9TU/Tbke3wMXeGI/AAAAAAAABkQ/EHTNz2MjPL8/s72-c/207512_10150163528094079_715484078_6866244_6199085_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7853166023685195286.post-8862342541737413478</id><published>2011-04-17T12:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T13:17:38.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TONIGHT</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HELLO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday, my sister said she was gonna go to the Mall to watch the &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Never Say Never&lt;/span&gt; movie and I was rather doubtful of her, wondering who the hell she hangs out with. She openly told me to come and see her if I had time to go out of the hostel which indicated that she was hanging out with good people so she had nothing to hide in case I did go out to see her. Well I called my mom to pick me up after sending my little sister to the mall. She agreed and I was thrilled to get a chance and see who she hangs out with.&lt;br /&gt;So my mom came to the hostel and we left. My mission was to check up on my little sister but we went to eat first. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Om nom nom fried chicken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we looked for groceries since my food stock in the hostel was running low.&lt;br /&gt;Then we looked around. I unconsciously took the opportunity to shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;OH YEAH, THE THEME PARTY AT THE HOSTEL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tee hee hee. Shopping for clothes intended for&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; cross dressing&lt;/span&gt; is really a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;I went to iTop and saw this button down shirt. I was like aw cute. I wanted to check the price so I took the tag and saw my fucking name on it. like,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;LOUISA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;no joke! I was like, is this meant to be? Fuck yes, it is. So I took the damn shirt and tried it on. It fucking fits. So I fucking bought the shirt that has &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;my name&lt;/span&gt; on the label. :') Crazy joy. Am I crazy? That's up to you. But it's not often that one finds something nice to wear that has your name on the label!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and I got a bow tie.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3dHunIDHJI0/TapyfKCwGcI/AAAAAAAABjw/l8lzjeJJBa0/s1600/tumblr_lezdhsOrXp1qcpsn3o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3dHunIDHJI0/TapyfKCwGcI/AAAAAAAABjw/l8lzjeJJBa0/s320/tumblr_lezdhsOrXp1qcpsn3o1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596411366558669250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O-R1DLKQlLw/TapyeFN7eJI/AAAAAAAABjo/xDoMQEauwUk/s1600/tumblr_litso9Jiba1qabonro1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 278px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O-R1DLKQlLw/TapyeFN7eJI/AAAAAAAABjo/xDoMQEauwUk/s320/tumblr_litso9Jiba1qabonro1_500.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596411348083505298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;above : something i had in mind to wear for tonight's party wheee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mission cross-dressing : executed and completed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I've been missing my kb friends.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, it just happens from time to time. I think it's cos there have been a few &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;occurrences&lt;/span&gt; in the hostel and school that's just bothering me a lot. And I... how to say. I've only known these people for as long as I've been in MD. And yet I have a responsibility over them. I know, I signed up for it, being head of hostel and all. But to be &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;honest&lt;/span&gt;, I find it a little &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;unnerving&lt;/span&gt; to handle these people. I mean, I love them. I do. but it's more out of obligation, sort of. I miss hanging out with people who know me just as Loui, not someone who has the authority to be flexible with bending the rules, not as someone like &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;'friends with benefits'&lt;/span&gt; yknow? I really miss that comfortable ease where no one would just sit with me to ask "Is it okay if I don't attend the talk tomorrow?" or "So what happened to that teacher? I heard she...blablabla" but instead ask me &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"So what's up Loui? How are you?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. Ew. emotionallllll haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aWcw1P0uIO8/TapyhCR-ooI/AAAAAAAABkA/Gr-qSqGxjQw/s1600/60813_1610537864746_1275213441_31749579_5156262_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aWcw1P0uIO8/TapyhCR-ooI/AAAAAAAABkA/Gr-qSqGxjQw/s320/60813_1610537864746_1275213441_31749579_5156262_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596411398834791042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X032UjzVpV4/Tapyf4f8H2I/AAAAAAAABj4/6-jy6Et5T-A/s1600/59998_1610533704642_1275213441_31749556_6189892_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X032UjzVpV4/Tapyf4f8H2I/AAAAAAAABj4/6-jy6Et5T-A/s320/59998_1610533704642_1275213441_31749556_6189892_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596411379029122914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Mike last Friday! Ah it was over too soon since I just saw him walking by the streets and I was in the car. I rolled down the window and yelled his name. He was like "OH LOUI finally, we meet!" hahaha. Aw anvhvnadvh!%foshgv@ &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;holidays come now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7853166023685195286-8862342541737413478?l=becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/feeds/8862342541737413478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/2011/04/tonight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853166023685195286/posts/default/8862342541737413478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853166023685195286/posts/default/8862342541737413478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/2011/04/tonight.html' title='TONIGHT'/><author><name>Louisa L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04503578680199249366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TK6Mm_jadgI/AAAAAAAABVg/3UA_HNDyt4w/S220/DSCN3691.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3dHunIDHJI0/TapyfKCwGcI/AAAAAAAABjw/l8lzjeJJBa0/s72-c/tumblr_lezdhsOrXp1qcpsn3o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7853166023685195286.post-3590387581568587549</id><published>2011-04-11T17:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T17:29:55.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TIRED.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pfabKMurwHE/TaLG88qE0_I/AAAAAAAABjg/pPwl7qdpuJ8/s1600/tumblr_lj44mvArpY1qf3b0qo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pfabKMurwHE/TaLG88qE0_I/AAAAAAAABjg/pPwl7qdpuJ8/s320/tumblr_lj44mvArpY1qf3b0qo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594252437524632562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how preciousssss?????!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;So last Friday, the 8th of April was Kim Jonghyun's birthday. He's this Korean singer from SHINee, a sexy beast but it's okay if yall don't know him. But yeah haha I went out with Nadia to &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;"celebrate"&lt;/span&gt; his birthday. There are pictures of us hanging out but I cannot be bothered uploading them right now cos I'm tired. But I had a really good time :)&lt;br /&gt;So &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;happy belated birthday, Jonghyun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we're planning on making this little get together in the hostel next weekend for us girls since AS exams are coming so we needed a little something to &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;blow off steam&lt;/span&gt;. And also making it a chance to get to know and 'interact' with our juniors :) I'm super excited for it. Last night, me and two other girls were discussing some games. It all began as just a little "I wonder what happens if we..." kind of conversation. But one thing lead to another, excitement upon excitement, and now we have&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; 7 games&lt;/span&gt; hohoho! So now I am extra thrilled for it! Plus we have a theme. We have to dress like boys and I get to draw a&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;moustache&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;on whoever I desire ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we had&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; VIP day&lt;/span&gt; where parents come to see teachers and "discuss strategies on how to do better in school". I told my mom about it in advance and she's like "Aw do I have to? Are you doing okay?"&lt;br /&gt;I told her honestly how I was doing. I said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh well, you know my maths has been a constant U so the teacher will just say Oh Louisa needs to put effort cos right now she just isn't &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;making any progress.&lt;/span&gt; And my English and History, they'll just say Oh Louisa needs to read more in order to understand better, other than that she is a good student who listens well in class. She does get &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;a little lazy&lt;/span&gt; but she's okay. And Sociology, the teacher will say Oh Louisa is doing fine, she did her AS already so now she just has to focus on her A2 exam. She must not neglect her studies or be&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; too confident&lt;/span&gt; just cos she did well for her AS. But she's doing well in class."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And truly, honestly, this is what I believe my teachers will say when they see my mom. So my mom was like "Oh then, okay. I'm not gonna come since you seem to know very well where you stand. Just don't skip classes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah today's VIP went very smoothly. But now I am exhausted. Less than 3 weeks til we all step down and the juniors' turn to become prefects :D let's see how they roll. I hope they do well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;AND AND AND&lt;/span&gt; I got a 35% for my math test today :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;don't give me that look, i am well aware that it's still a U. But I see it as a &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;good&lt;/span&gt; U cos I usually get like 17%? so yeah that's a huge step up for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7853166023685195286-3590387581568587549?l=becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/feeds/3590387581568587549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/2011/04/tired.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853166023685195286/posts/default/3590387581568587549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853166023685195286/posts/default/3590387581568587549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/2011/04/tired.html' title='TIRED.'/><author><name>Louisa L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04503578680199249366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TK6Mm_jadgI/AAAAAAAABVg/3UA_HNDyt4w/S220/DSCN3691.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pfabKMurwHE/TaLG88qE0_I/AAAAAAAABjg/pPwl7qdpuJ8/s72-c/tumblr_lj44mvArpY1qf3b0qo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7853166023685195286.post-5938661370072272383</id><published>2011-04-02T15:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T16:10:12.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>temptation.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It has been a week since holiday ended.&lt;br /&gt;My holiday mood is still very much alive which is not a good thing because I've just been so lazy and too much procrastination has been done. AS exams are coming very soon, ready to pounce and I am well aware of this but I'm just still sitting around, playing. The paper I looked forward to doing most is now out of the question cos i dropped my Sociology AS. Ugh so it's maths, history and English AS. Really boring :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of school, it's been okay, all just bearable.&lt;br /&gt;HOWEVER, my sociology class has turned upside down, inside out! :( We used to sit in such a way that is perfect. But now, my teacher changed our seats and disrupted the entire ecosystem. (yeah i may be exaggerating a little, but really)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pVqEmAsPe3o/TZbYvz2rG7I/AAAAAAAABjQ/RjtbBlvCX9I/s1600/seats1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 455px; height: 228px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pVqEmAsPe3o/TZbYvz2rG7I/AAAAAAAABjQ/RjtbBlvCX9I/s320/seats1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590894303312026546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-otmInPN3s_w/TZbYwEjIzzI/AAAAAAAABjY/g9wcKokYXso/s1600/seats2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 433px; height: 217px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-otmInPN3s_w/TZbYwEjIzzI/AAAAAAAABjY/g9wcKokYXso/s320/seats2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590894307793489714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF man, how can you... i don't know. and since this change, I just have not been keen on going to school. like today, i didn't even like the idea of socio class (the one thing I go to school for) hence I did not go to school today. I did, but I just didn't enter my classes. i just sat in the library with Nadia, spazzing over hot Korean boys specifically the boys from &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;SHINee&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;vabvvsdkvbdsuv &lt;/span&gt;so handsome! but yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than these worries that every other sixth form teens seem to be anxious about, there are other things that have been running in my mind. For instance, I have been contemplating to keeping a pet. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;numero uno on the list is : a puppy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DdFnCeVcwj8/TZbUVkTAYsI/AAAAAAAABjI/hJvX46pP6rU/s1600/tumblr_l9tmmdIVot1qb6t6wo1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 170px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DdFnCeVcwj8/TZbUVkTAYsI/AAAAAAAABjI/hJvX46pP6rU/s320/tumblr_l9tmmdIVot1qb6t6wo1_500.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590889454412784322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;faithful, fun and playful. I get to interact with it and have a loyal friend.&lt;br /&gt;But that's out of the question seeing as I live in a hostel so... no, unfortunately :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;number two : hamster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A0IRPFAyGlQ/TZbUVZHOXmI/AAAAAAAABjA/wasDYjjUJwE/s1600/tumblr_lckup5P6lt1qa6jiwo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A0IRPFAyGlQ/TZbUVZHOXmI/AAAAAAAABjA/wasDYjjUJwE/s320/tumblr_lckup5P6lt1qa6jiwo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590889451410579042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got friends selling hamsters; dwarf hamsters and the bigger ones. But they're all so small, it is not a good idea to cuddle with such tiny animals however cute they may appear :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Fishes&lt;/span&gt; are cool but they are no interactions there. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Turtles&lt;/span&gt;, no thanks cos I am actually kind of scared of them. Am not a fan of cats neither. So yeah, we'll see. After school year ends, maybe I'll find a good pet to take care of. By then my &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;little brother&lt;/span&gt; would be old enough to know not to sit on animals or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other than that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DSoHwvAxYE8/TZbUVKQmmjI/AAAAAAAABi4/F8OT7QKy0G0/s1600/tumblr_leglt6jBYU1qb8xspo1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 224px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DSoHwvAxYE8/TZbUVKQmmjI/AAAAAAAABi4/F8OT7QKy0G0/s320/tumblr_leglt6jBYU1qb8xspo1_500.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590889447423384114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7853166023685195286-5938661370072272383?l=becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/feeds/5938661370072272383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/2011/04/temptation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853166023685195286/posts/default/5938661370072272383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853166023685195286/posts/default/5938661370072272383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/2011/04/temptation.html' title='temptation.'/><author><name>Louisa L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04503578680199249366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TK6Mm_jadgI/AAAAAAAABVg/3UA_HNDyt4w/S220/DSCN3691.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pVqEmAsPe3o/TZbYvz2rG7I/AAAAAAAABjQ/RjtbBlvCX9I/s72-c/seats1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7853166023685195286.post-655731437505321676</id><published>2011-03-26T15:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T15:39:02.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>crispy and fresh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;Oh My Balls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trip to NZ was just amazing, every single thing is just too &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;damn beautiful&lt;/span&gt; it is such a lucky country to have what it has. anyway, the flight from here to Auckland was 9 fucking hours long though :( and then we had to take another flight to Christchurch which took an hour and a half. Luckily i sat next to Amanda's cousin, Ervin who talked to me and kept me entertained :D he's &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;hilarious &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;argumentative&lt;/span&gt; kinda like Amanda but no where near a swearing bomb as Amanda is. Makes me miss her so much. But it's weird cos ...idk. but yeah Evin's a great guy and his company and conversations are something I thoroughly enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, adventures were just there waiting. A lotta little tales to tell you but then I might as well make a book. so I'll just pick out good &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;highlights&lt;/span&gt; that I recall from the few random photos I've decided to share below :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_-HCapwF0h0/TY2SUOrOPEI/AAAAAAAABio/_7ln10wLKYc/s1600/115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 356px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_-HCapwF0h0/TY2SUOrOPEI/AAAAAAAABio/_7ln10wLKYc/s320/115.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588283588871076930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is ...haha i forgot but it's near a farm with sheeps, llamas and deer. they served tea, scones and cakes omg i wanna die here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MyV7cBdogHg/TY2STxqXi_I/AAAAAAAABig/ZvFO0_FZmBs/s1600/280.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MyV7cBdogHg/TY2STxqXi_I/AAAAAAAABig/ZvFO0_FZmBs/s320/280.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588283581082864626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some rose botanic garden, way more roses than these babies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ewH-Az7lKE0/TY2STn7amDI/AAAAAAAABiY/kigG-RPcvnY/s1600/157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 345px; height: 258px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ewH-Az7lKE0/TY2STn7amDI/AAAAAAAABiY/kigG-RPcvnY/s320/157.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588283578470012978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid bridge that shakes easily and is very damn high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_6HujNdulyI/TY2STOV5brI/AAAAAAAABiQ/t4IIWVBxycg/s1600/328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 346px; height: 259px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_6HujNdulyI/TY2STOV5brI/AAAAAAAABiQ/t4IIWVBxycg/s320/328.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588283571601764018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;idk this spot haha but yeah don't let the sun warm-look fool you, freezing cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ttSzTAmia5U/TY2RCtagcdI/AAAAAAAABiI/AaRVcHIJ18o/s1600/269.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 353px; height: 264px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ttSzTAmia5U/TY2RCtagcdI/AAAAAAAABiI/AaRVcHIJ18o/s320/269.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588282188373193170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;earthquake ruins in town of Christchurch. but other than the epicenter,&lt;br /&gt;the town seems to be doing really well! :D proud of NZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hTv99Tv5-VY/TY2RCa87HYI/AAAAAAAABiA/a5DDkwEX-e4/s1600/427.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 337px; height: 252px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hTv99Tv5-VY/TY2RCa87HYI/AAAAAAAABiA/a5DDkwEX-e4/s320/427.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588282183417273730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is when I got lost with this girl Farah, we were supposed to meet the others somewhere to see glow worms in Te Anau but we got lost so we missed it and had to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;walk&lt;/span&gt; back to the hotel. Thank you God i could read a map.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2rqdR4opNQU/TY2RCFVh3DI/AAAAAAAABh4/1R360Xbj0oM/s1600/484.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 351px; height: 263px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2rqdR4opNQU/TY2RCFVh3DI/AAAAAAAABh4/1R360Xbj0oM/s320/484.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588282177614896178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lake...i forgot the name. but it's really really cold out here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ujkvV8DWZKU/TY2RB6aDcSI/AAAAAAAABhw/-JB_hnJ5qlM/s1600/306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 346px; height: 259px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ujkvV8DWZKU/TY2RB6aDcSI/AAAAAAAABhw/-JB_hnJ5qlM/s320/306.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588282174681084194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more of the botanic gardens :')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vb9-ME9J6jQ/TY2RBrfofqI/AAAAAAAABho/zxZ_7pPAgHI/s1600/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 281px; height: 374px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vb9-ME9J6jQ/TY2RBrfofqI/AAAAAAAABho/zxZ_7pPAgHI/s320/004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588282170677952162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i forgot where this is but yeah. Ervin &amp;amp; Soon, inseparable these two (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i0l1a0Fj3tM/TY2SUSB9pzI/AAAAAAAABiw/0uM8BFEu3Jo/s1600/534.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i0l1a0Fj3tM/TY2SUSB9pzI/AAAAAAAABiw/0uM8BFEu3Jo/s320/534.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588283589771765554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like this photo in particular cos the ducks are shiny and the guy just looks good :P he's in our group, he's really smart and has this deep sexy voice i cannot even woooohhhh. macam ...prince hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy above, i had an embarassing encounter with hehehehe. We were on this cruise ship and he was standing in front of me, taking photos of the scenery. I was standing behind him with Farah. Then he walked away. I thought he was gone and I made this perverted face at Farah and whispered really loud "HE'S SO HOT!" And i fucking looked at the corner of my eye, he was standing right behind me. and yeah shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;as for food&lt;/span&gt; : McDonalds, fish n ships &amp;amp; hot chocolate has become essential.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Time&lt;/span&gt; : NZ is 5 hours ahead of Brunei so it's weird at first but yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;any hot people&lt;/span&gt; : FUCK YES, we went to this kiwi haka show with Maori people omg so hot this maori guy! I'm waiting for Ervin to upload a damn photo of that sexy creature mmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;bad events&lt;/span&gt; : just the heights are freaky as fuck, all that mountains and bridges... petrifying. but to compensate, the views from up there were just awe inspiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so sick right now. my medication is not working so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;will i still be sick on monday? hope so :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;yeah that's all i can think of to tell for now.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;make the most of your school holidays, tomorrow's the last day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7853166023685195286-655731437505321676?l=becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/feeds/655731437505321676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/2011/03/crispy-and-fresh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853166023685195286/posts/default/655731437505321676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853166023685195286/posts/default/655731437505321676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/2011/03/crispy-and-fresh.html' title='crispy and fresh.'/><author><name>Louisa L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04503578680199249366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TK6Mm_jadgI/AAAAAAAABVg/3UA_HNDyt4w/S220/DSCN3691.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_-HCapwF0h0/TY2SUOrOPEI/AAAAAAAABio/_7ln10wLKYc/s72-c/115.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7853166023685195286.post-8604289948860444271</id><published>2011-03-15T17:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T17:09:57.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thunderground</title><content type='html'>okay, it's Tuesday. Tomorrow we'll have cleaning campaign and/or general assembly in the morning. And my sociology class in the after noon is cancelled. Which means which means which means I GET TO GO HOME EARLY AT FUCKING 12 O'CLOCK! :D i'm so happy.&lt;br /&gt;Although we have this interview thing for the next batch of student council and prefects applicants tmrw afternoon, i'm just gonna ...not come. Since the hostel applicants have been dealt with and i've selected my girls. I really hope they'll do well. :D such nice girls. Anyway, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a math test today. Certified and guaranteed to not pass. If i pass, i'll treat you to some Happy Meal and watch a movie. Popcorn on me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7853166023685195286-8604289948860444271?l=becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/feeds/8604289948860444271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/2011/03/thunderground.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853166023685195286/posts/default/8604289948860444271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853166023685195286/posts/default/8604289948860444271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/2011/03/thunderground.html' title='thunderground'/><author><name>Louisa L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04503578680199249366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TK6Mm_jadgI/AAAAAAAABVg/3UA_HNDyt4w/S220/DSCN3691.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7853166023685195286.post-4217619791330784067</id><published>2011-03-13T08:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T08:58:29.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'>we run.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HELLO, SUNDAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ok0-2Dkfmj4/TXwTAyc5mmI/AAAAAAAABhg/kknl9Zg4rUY/s1600/Jay%2BPark%2Breveals%2B%25E2%2580%259CLook%2BAt%2BMe%2BNow%25E2%2580%259D%2B%252B%2B%25E2%2580%259CDeuces%25E2%2580%259D%2Bcovers%2Bon%2BYoutube%2B-%2BMozilla%2BFirefox%2B1332011%2B82151%2BAM.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 356px; height: 192px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ok0-2Dkfmj4/TXwTAyc5mmI/AAAAAAAABhg/kknl9Zg4rUY/s320/Jay%2BPark%2Breveals%2B%25E2%2580%259CLook%2BAt%2BMe%2BNow%25E2%2580%259D%2B%252B%2B%25E2%2580%259CDeuces%25E2%2580%259D%2Bcovers%2Bon%2BYoutube%2B-%2BMozilla%2BFirefox%2B1332011%2B82151%2BAM.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583358542296488546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xQCS98VJZ44/TXwTAiJQpLI/AAAAAAAABhY/MPqmxys51BA/s1600/Jay%2BPark%2Breveals%2B%25E2%2580%259CLook%2BAt%2BMe%2BNow%25E2%2580%259D%2B%252B%2B%25E2%2580%259CDeuces%25E2%2580%259D%2Bcovers%2Bon%2BYoutube%2B-%2BMozilla%2BFirefox%2B1332011%2B82110%2BAM.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 370px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xQCS98VJZ44/TXwTAiJQpLI/AAAAAAAABhY/MPqmxys51BA/s320/Jay%2BPark%2Breveals%2B%25E2%2580%259CLook%2BAt%2BMe%2BNow%25E2%2580%259D%2B%252B%2B%25E2%2580%259CDeuces%25E2%2580%259D%2Bcovers%2Bon%2BYoutube%2B-%2BMozilla%2BFirefox%2B1332011%2B82110%2BAM.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583358537919145138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iZolEpQgLPc/TXwTAUbBrYI/AAAAAAAABhQ/wd0v3VtXOhA/s1600/Jay%2BPark%2Breveals%2B%25E2%2580%259CLook%2BAt%2BMe%2BNow%25E2%2580%259D%2B%252B%2B%25E2%2580%259CDeuces%25E2%2580%259D%2Bcovers%2Bon%2BYoutube%2B-%2BMozilla%2BFirefox%2B1332011%2B82106%2BAM.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 375px; height: 202px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iZolEpQgLPc/TXwTAUbBrYI/AAAAAAAABhQ/wd0v3VtXOhA/s320/Jay%2BPark%2Breveals%2B%25E2%2580%259CLook%2BAt%2BMe%2BNow%25E2%2580%259D%2B%252B%2B%25E2%2580%259CDeuces%25E2%2580%259D%2Bcovers%2Bon%2BYoutube%2B-%2BMozilla%2BFirefox%2B1332011%2B82106%2BAM.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583358534235565442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r3W4WKA4QPw/TXwTAGSVA-I/AAAAAAAABhI/KLhMxK7XvTQ/s1600/Jay%2BPark%2Breveals%2B%25E2%2580%259CLook%2BAt%2BMe%2BNow%25E2%2580%259D%2B%252B%2B%25E2%2580%259CDeuces%25E2%2580%259D%2Bcovers%2Bon%2BYoutube%2B-%2BMozilla%2BFirefox%2B1332011%2B82126%2BAM.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 409px; height: 221px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r3W4WKA4QPw/TXwTAGSVA-I/AAAAAAAABhI/KLhMxK7XvTQ/s320/Jay%2BPark%2Breveals%2B%25E2%2580%259CLook%2BAt%2BMe%2BNow%25E2%2580%259D%2B%252B%2B%25E2%2580%259CDeuces%25E2%2580%259D%2Bcovers%2Bon%2BYoutube%2B-%2BMozilla%2BFirefox%2B1332011%2B82126%2BAM.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583358530440987618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand how Jay Park can just be so&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; handsome.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HNGGGGG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looks that good, he speaks amazing English, lives in Korea/Seattle, sings like a beautiful beast, raps like a boss, dances like OMG you wanna &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;tap that&lt;/span&gt;, he just exudes everything I know is of &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;crucial importance&lt;/span&gt; in a person's being. Plus, to me, since he's an &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Asian&lt;/span&gt;, I can relate to his looks and doings. It's not something foreign, like another culture of which I have no first-hand experience of. Sure Zac Efron or Bradley Cooper are hot but really, what are the chances of me finding a soul mate in white guys. (Not being racist or anything). Makes sense?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jay made a mistake ages ago when he was in a group called 2PM. He said something that wasn't very nice but hey, didn't we all? He was really young at the time and you can't really blame him. I mean, cast my bias aside, I wouldn't blame him. In fact, hey it's&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; excellent&lt;/span&gt; he has an opinion! But anyway, his contract was terminated from the agency, and he wasn't a part of 2PM anymore :( But he's been learning ever since, growing &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;more mature&lt;/span&gt; and independent. He's joined another agency, made a name for himself. If you don't know him, that's okay. I still think he's a good person and a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;brilliant&lt;/span&gt; artist. :) &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love you, Jay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway! the meeting with the BEs?&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; OH MAN.&lt;/span&gt; gotta say, me and Aida bombarded them chicks. It was all in good nature but with a&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; bite of sarcasm.&lt;/span&gt; Seriously, these girls have got to wake up. If the things we said didn't knock some sense into them, then yeah. Last resort, we'll be smacking heads. I don't wanna hurt them or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm leaving this Thursday for NZ and to be honest, I am &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;scared shitless.&lt;/span&gt; With all the earthquakes, tsunami warnings around the world, I do not know what to expect. God help us all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7853166023685195286-4217619791330784067?l=becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/feeds/4217619791330784067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/2011/03/we-run.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853166023685195286/posts/default/4217619791330784067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853166023685195286/posts/default/4217619791330784067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/2011/03/we-run.html' title='we run.'/><author><name>Louisa L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04503578680199249366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TK6Mm_jadgI/AAAAAAAABVg/3UA_HNDyt4w/S220/DSCN3691.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ok0-2Dkfmj4/TXwTAyc5mmI/AAAAAAAABhg/kknl9Zg4rUY/s72-c/Jay%2BPark%2Breveals%2B%25E2%2580%259CLook%2BAt%2BMe%2BNow%25E2%2580%259D%2B%252B%2B%25E2%2580%259CDeuces%25E2%2580%259D%2Bcovers%2Bon%2BYoutube%2B-%2BMozilla%2BFirefox%2B1332011%2B82151%2BAM.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7853166023685195286.post-5353868521102096097</id><published>2011-03-10T19:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T19:11:44.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>megaphone for profanity</title><content type='html'>okay so today started out like any other day except on this particular day i was feeling perticularly lazy. There was an Academis Award ceremony which meant no class, only prefect duties of supervising and assisting. Then i skipped my english class cos ...yeah lazy. Then i had a 45 minute math class that ended at 1.45pm. Then i had a meeting for earth friendly club at 2.30 which went pretty nicely, had a cute guy sit next to me plus the vice president is just adorable, it was a swell meeting hat lasted til 3.30. Then fuck yeah i met Sya and Embran. They were talking about going to Tasek Lama for a thing they had to do and they offered me to come. From the sound of it, it was okay and fun. so im like okay let's roll!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got geared up in my sport shoes and pants. When i got there we went up the steep concrete hill. Then we went througt the woods. I was like 'oookay not cool.' then we went up and down the fucking tracks and endless steps. I was like 'ooookay fuck this, i can do it.' the we went down steep muddy paths and slippery steps. I was like 'mother fuck this fucking fuck.' thennnn we went UP adn DOWN and UP again. I was like' FUCKING HELL SERIOUS FUCK?!!!?' then we got to this spot where we met with the highest set of stairs made of wood and mud that seemed fucking endless. And it started to rain. Serious fuck i was not prepared for this! I wanted to cry i swear i thought i was gonna faint, my legs were gonna quit and my lungs felt like bursting. Oh my fuck. &lt;br /&gt;But thankfully, i had a good team. I had Gzul, Embran, Sya, Hapis, Fahmi and Alif Phy with me who constantly told me which steps to take and told me to take it easy. I cannot even, :') they're the nicest people in the whole wide world. When i finally reached the end of that track, i wanted to kiss the ground and have a group hug. That's how happy i was. We went to the pasar malam and it was cute to see us all buy food, argue whose money was being used, etc. :) senior year. I'll look back on this with a good feeling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. 8pm, meeting with BEs. Gotta shower and fuck like that. Thank you God for making tmrw friday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7853166023685195286-5353868521102096097?l=becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/feeds/5353868521102096097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/2011/03/megaphone-for-profanity.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853166023685195286/posts/default/5353868521102096097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853166023685195286/posts/default/5353868521102096097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/2011/03/megaphone-for-profanity.html' title='megaphone for profanity'/><author><name>Louisa L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04503578680199249366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TK6Mm_jadgI/AAAAAAAABVg/3UA_HNDyt4w/S220/DSCN3691.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7853166023685195286.post-8185796109263077501</id><published>2011-03-06T13:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T13:36:12.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cheezy curlz</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uKD5yfB5UfY/TXMYnysPe3I/AAAAAAAABhA/FkWzFh6htdU/s1600/DSC_0747.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 363px; height: 241px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uKD5yfB5UfY/TXMYnysPe3I/AAAAAAAABhA/FkWzFh6htdU/s320/DSC_0747.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580831435143478130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zIJ3KE4foaw/TXMYniZbtgI/AAAAAAAABg4/zYlHQQr7vME/s1600/DSC_0200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 387px; height: 257px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zIJ3KE4foaw/TXMYniZbtgI/AAAAAAAABg4/zYlHQQr7vME/s320/DSC_0200.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580831430769620482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah remember the beach outing i mentioned before? just&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; two&lt;/span&gt; photos. i cannot be bothered selecting and waiting for the uploading to happen. but yes, that is me using someone's sunglasses and buried with sand in my mouth and a friend clutching at my&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; sand boobs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, things have been going  little south these past few days. I hate to be such a gloomy little fuck but it has! Things haven't been going &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;smoothly&lt;/span&gt; and the juniors are just driving me up the wall. You live in a hostel, not a damn HOTEL. want better treatment and more facilities? Go to the fucking Rizqun across the damn road and make everyone's lives better. Really, you'd think these hostel applicants would know and EXPECT to live&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; independently &lt;/span&gt;but nooooooo, let's all &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;spoon feed &lt;/span&gt;these kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh, kids these days. I mean, yeah when i first came in the hostel, yes i did not know how to operate the washing machine. But i didn't whine about it! Neither did any one else for that matter! I hate how these juniors&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (and some seniors' behaviours)&lt;/span&gt; are affecting my mood/feelings/facial expressions. I've been told a few times too many that I frown a lot. That's not good cos apparently, it takes a lot of muscle power to frown. come on! I need as much energy as I can get!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway :) on a lighter note, my mom has recently bought a DSLR and an iPad. I'm not pleased or particularly thrilled cos yeah, i don't know. But it is a good distraction for a while, i suppose. bigger picture, and i cannot wait for the holidays, gonna &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;fly fly fly away!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7853166023685195286-8185796109263077501?l=becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/feeds/8185796109263077501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/2011/03/cheezy-curlz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853166023685195286/posts/default/8185796109263077501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853166023685195286/posts/default/8185796109263077501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/2011/03/cheezy-curlz.html' title='cheezy curlz'/><author><name>Louisa L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04503578680199249366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TK6Mm_jadgI/AAAAAAAABVg/3UA_HNDyt4w/S220/DSCN3691.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uKD5yfB5UfY/TXMYnysPe3I/AAAAAAAABhA/FkWzFh6htdU/s72-c/DSC_0747.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7853166023685195286.post-5198314791420996831</id><published>2011-03-03T17:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T17:56:38.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cold gold</title><content type='html'>TODAY WAS .... bearable. :)&lt;br /&gt;had a trip to the State Council in the morning which meant no lessons! Yay! The place was mighty grand and so cold, i loved it so much. In this massive conference room where actual members of the cabinet do their meetings, there was this HUGE chandelier i just stared at it for a good 3 minutes cos it was just that beautiful. Apparently it is made in Germany with 2 carat gold and schwer-smething crystals. I swear its like staring at a million prisms casting colourful rainbow sparkles! Anyway, i didn't sleep well last night so i was sleepy as fuck this morning. I was actually EXCITED LIKE A PENGUIN ON CRACK for the trip cos it's about politics and all. Plus i could actually see VIPs discussing important matters of the country! In my heart, i'm like OMG political orgasm. (metaphorically, of course) but in my mind, i'm like please shut the lights and gimme a blanket? &lt;br /&gt;After the whole trip, we went back to school. I did my math test and i'm pretty sure i scored 4 marks out of 40. Haha. And i had a meeting with the MPs, it's been hectic with the juniors and all. I went back to the hostel at 4pm and i tried taking a nap for an hour to compensate for my lack of sleep but no, impossible. Had four people knocking at my door at different times of the hour. It's okay, i'm not mad at them, they have a right to enquire. I just wish i could sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, another day. It's gon be tiring as fuck cos we have Amazing Race for the juniors :) oh btw, fyi, i don't enjoy scolding or bullying the juniors to my heart's content. It seems like that's the only thing that matters to some people here. And it upsets me. Sure i get pissed off and annoyed and i will tell them off like a boss, but it isn't in me to yell, ridicule and punish. The juniors are old enough to know they've done something bad, physical punishments will just make them hate us hence rebelling, breaking the rules. Then what? Tell me i'm doing a bad job of maintaining discipline? Just sayin'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7853166023685195286-5198314791420996831?l=becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/feeds/5198314791420996831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/2011/03/cold-gold.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853166023685195286/posts/default/5198314791420996831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853166023685195286/posts/default/5198314791420996831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/2011/03/cold-gold.html' title='cold gold'/><author><name>Louisa L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04503578680199249366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TK6Mm_jadgI/AAAAAAAABVg/3UA_HNDyt4w/S220/DSCN3691.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7853166023685195286.post-7569377873394453915</id><published>2011-02-27T18:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T18:58:30.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>never have i ever had a more exhausting day than today! Let me just go through quickly what I did today in chronological order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 5.45AM, cursing at the hours for being so deceivingly short. Took a shower with eyes shut. Got dressed and went to the dining hall for breakfast at 6.20AM. Then, we hopped on to the bus. The radio was playing such shitty songs so i plugged in my earpiece and listened to my music with my eyes shut all the way to Tutong. We arrived at like, 7.35? Then yeah, fooled around. My friends buried me for fun. Rode on the buggy car (if that's what you call em, had to pay $5 for a ride) and had BBQ chicken, lamb, sausages. I was thirsty as fuck tho, thank god it wasnt a hot day. In fact, it rained a little. We left the beach at 12.10 and arrived at the dorm at 1pm-ish. i took one of the best showers of my life after that. Then i did my laundry and got ready for the Juniors' admissions right after that. After 2 hours of dealing with worried parents and nervous kids, we did more work at the dining hall. So now yeah, idk. Stupid juniors. Fucking annoying. and now i am blogging. :it's safe to say that no one is happy, no senior. No junior. No one. I hate this shit. But oh well, obligations and responsibilities.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7853166023685195286-7569377873394453915?l=becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/feeds/7569377873394453915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/2011/02/never-have-i-ever-had-more-exhausting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853166023685195286/posts/default/7569377873394453915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853166023685195286/posts/default/7569377873394453915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/2011/02/never-have-i-ever-had-more-exhausting.html' title=''/><author><name>Louisa L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04503578680199249366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TK6Mm_jadgI/AAAAAAAABVg/3UA_HNDyt4w/S220/DSCN3691.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7853166023685195286.post-5853035951093384528</id><published>2011-02-25T12:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T13:37:07.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'>confess.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My cousin is getting married in June/July and I am so excited for her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We're not close cos she's usually away but she's a really nice person and she always looks nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Anyway, a few weeks ago she gave my mom these sketches and a photo of dresses for her &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;bridesmaids&lt;/span&gt;. I was thrilled to hear she chose me and three other cousins (of whom I absolutely adore as well) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(to be honest, I only have three close cousins, the rest aren't as amazing or we just don't have much to talk about)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah anyway, I lost the sketches of the dresses but it really wasn't my fault because, well, I live in a freaking dorm and the sketches were supposed to be at home. They're now gone and apparently I am held responsible just cause they were meant for me. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;lovely cousin &lt;/span&gt;handed me the material of which we will make our dresses with. It's in the prettiest shade of purple but guilt just washed over me because yeah, I lost the damn sketches. I didn't tell her though cause I'm afraid that might upset her. So yeah, I'm gonna draw new ones hoping my memory &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;serves me well&lt;/span&gt; :/ and God knows my memory is somewhat faulty at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow we have a National Day celebration in school.&lt;br /&gt;The day after, we'll be having a Beach Outing in the morning  and BE admissions in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention tests, homework and assignments. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;There's too much to do,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;so little time to prepare,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;too much energy consumed&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;and not enough sleep to have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing I decided to come home last night, have a&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; slow day&lt;/span&gt; today before whatever comes tonight when I go back to the hostel. I miss television.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9N1hTk3jKEo/TWc39JeKoYI/AAAAAAAABgg/4tmBn40Vdqo/s1600/25022011045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9N1hTk3jKEo/TWc39JeKoYI/AAAAAAAABgg/4tmBn40Vdqo/s320/25022011045.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577488187175641474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JQUMzU-B2G0/TWc9_GOV5iI/AAAAAAAABgo/a-pOptKtg-Q/s1600/tumblr_lh1awjPthu1qb8wmlo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JQUMzU-B2G0/TWc9_GOV5iI/AAAAAAAABgo/a-pOptKtg-Q/s320/tumblr_lh1awjPthu1qb8wmlo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577494817733469730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more Asian boys wearing glasses ;)&lt;br /&gt;I like the guy above, sho cute &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;SHO CUTEEEEEE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the guy below though, NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_quYJRCYpdY/TWc9_D5ZaTI/AAAAAAAABgw/CcVKJA5OsyI/s1600/tumblr_lh3zodZFq51qzrkblo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 249px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_quYJRCYpdY/TWc9_D5ZaTI/AAAAAAAABgw/CcVKJA5OsyI/s320/tumblr_lh3zodZFq51qzrkblo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577494817108748594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot even ...so pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7853166023685195286-5853035951093384528?l=becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/feeds/5853035951093384528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/2011/02/confess.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853166023685195286/posts/default/5853035951093384528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853166023685195286/posts/default/5853035951093384528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/2011/02/confess.html' title='confess.'/><author><name>Louisa L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04503578680199249366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TK6Mm_jadgI/AAAAAAAABVg/3UA_HNDyt4w/S220/DSCN3691.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9N1hTk3jKEo/TWc39JeKoYI/AAAAAAAABgg/4tmBn40Vdqo/s72-c/25022011045.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7853166023685195286.post-2309878056256278480</id><published>2011-02-24T16:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T17:06:23.145+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gloom.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6D5CqDogKv0/TWYcl99921I/AAAAAAAABgY/e8okyEchBFU/s1600/Image530.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6D5CqDogKv0/TWYcl99921I/AAAAAAAABgY/e8okyEchBFU/s320/Image530.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577176627160144722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm gonna just rant a little.&lt;br /&gt;See, I'm no good at maths.&lt;br /&gt;If you've read some of my previous posts, i mentioned this fact &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;repeatedly.&lt;/span&gt; So yeah, I don't know why I suck at it. It just is a difficult subject of which I never had the pleasure of understanding. I do not get it, despite my &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;attempts and efforts &lt;/span&gt;to wrap my brain around the figures and formulas. Since the beginning of last year, I've been&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; failing test after test&lt;/span&gt; so it comes as no surprise to me if I fail my math tests today. Moreover, I asked an actual lawyer and apparently I do not need A level Maths to qualify to study law abroad. So yeah, imagine my tremendous relief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, my teacher returned two of our tests papers and i got &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;s for both papers. Again, I shrugged it off thinking &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;"chyeah, totally saw this coming". &lt;/span&gt;And I guess my teacher got freaked out by the number of students who aren't doing so well. So she gave us a sort of &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;pep talk&lt;/span&gt;. She told us to &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;wake up and get serious. &lt;/span&gt;She also said,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "Huh Louisa? You need to get your act together now. Stop playing around."&lt;/span&gt; I have the utmost respect for her and yes, I know I need to work super super hard. But dude, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm not playing. &lt;/span&gt;My future means too damn much for me to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'play around&lt;/span&gt;' with A levels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for English today, we had to do a biography on some &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;dead person.&lt;/span&gt; We picked a name from a bag and guess who I got? Of all the dead people in this world, wanna know who's name I got?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Fucking Pythagoras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COME ON! It's like &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;fate &lt;/span&gt;is rubbing it in my face. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Oh Louisa doesn't know shit about maths. Let's give her a mathematician to write about! Yeahhhhhh!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Total Bullshit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While everyone else got cool names like Sid Vicious, Andy Warhol and Billy Tipton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get a fucking mathematician.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yfAAa8_IS4M/TWYclnzQFnI/AAAAAAAABgQ/F1Dsc0lFj6M/s1600/Image532.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yfAAa8_IS4M/TWYclnzQFnI/AAAAAAAABgQ/F1Dsc0lFj6M/s320/Image532.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577176621209622130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got this badge thing for National Day. It's shiiiiiiny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7853166023685195286-2309878056256278480?l=becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/feeds/2309878056256278480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/2011/02/gloom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853166023685195286/posts/default/2309878056256278480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853166023685195286/posts/default/2309878056256278480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/2011/02/gloom.html' title='gloom.'/><author><name>Louisa L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04503578680199249366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TK6Mm_jadgI/AAAAAAAABVg/3UA_HNDyt4w/S220/DSCN3691.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6D5CqDogKv0/TWYcl99921I/AAAAAAAABgY/e8okyEchBFU/s72-c/Image530.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7853166023685195286.post-6513672264252958770</id><published>2011-02-22T13:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T13:41:08.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Suckah.</title><content type='html'>First of all, I am in History class as I type this. And I just got my test paper from early this month of which I was completely unprepared for and was sleepy as fuck when I did the test. However, I got a D.&lt;br /&gt;This just made my day! Well, it was an easy topic, everyone else got like Cs or something but regardless, I &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;passed&lt;/span&gt; ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, there's news about New Zealand being hit by an earthquake, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;6.2 on the Richter scale. &lt;/span&gt;Plus, Libya is having problems with the government and there's apparently a &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;massive massacre &lt;/span&gt;going on. Really, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;what is going on?&lt;/span&gt; :( I'm scared shitless and I'm so happy to be living in Brunei. All we can do is &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;pray and hope for the best.&lt;/span&gt; Surely after a hurricane comes a rainbow, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third, tomorrow is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;National Day!&lt;/span&gt; :D I'm pretty excited for it cos yeah, idk, patriotism kicking in? Bus leaves at 6.30am which is a total bummer but it's okay. Other than obligating to waking up early, I am stoked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, a quick spazz for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Jay (박재범)&lt;/span&gt; He's got amazing English, perfect pronunciation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7j9sgEVQ07E/TWNLXXkiLqI/AAAAAAAABgA/DSA12vYIOu8/s1600/tumblr_lh021qrv3I1qbpia6o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 264px; height: 394px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7j9sgEVQ07E/TWNLXXkiLqI/AAAAAAAABgA/DSA12vYIOu8/s320/tumblr_lh021qrv3I1qbpia6o1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576383628451131042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NC1XNKMKnTU/TWNLXStWqeI/AAAAAAAABgI/mCFvPrYTBpc/s1600/tumblr_lgzttvsK5X1qco0z5o1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 279px; height: 362px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NC1XNKMKnTU/TWNLXStWqeI/AAAAAAAABgI/mCFvPrYTBpc/s320/tumblr_lgzttvsK5X1qco0z5o1_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576383627145947618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;so cute! ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, I'm a sucker for dudes with glasses in general, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy National Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7853166023685195286-6513672264252958770?l=becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/feeds/6513672264252958770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/2011/02/suckah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853166023685195286/posts/default/6513672264252958770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853166023685195286/posts/default/6513672264252958770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/2011/02/suckah.html' title='Suckah.'/><author><name>Louisa L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04503578680199249366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TK6Mm_jadgI/AAAAAAAABVg/3UA_HNDyt4w/S220/DSCN3691.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7j9sgEVQ07E/TWNLXXkiLqI/AAAAAAAABgA/DSA12vYIOu8/s72-c/tumblr_lh021qrv3I1qbpia6o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7853166023685195286.post-4223652196588599849</id><published>2011-02-20T11:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T12:11:13.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Share some skin.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yesterday, I went to this UBD Open Day because it was compulsory for us hostellites to go.&lt;br /&gt;And I was pretty &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;sad all the way&lt;/span&gt; because I know for a fact that they do not offer Law so it was a really pointless trip for me. And I was upset cos it interfered with my grand plans of going out with my sister! But she was busy with her &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Police Cadet &lt;/span&gt;duties anyway so yeah :(&lt;br /&gt;But then last night I went home and my parents took me out shopping. My sister didn't come though, cos she's still in school all the way til 10pm &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;(I know, WTF?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, because of my sister's &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;betrayal &lt;/span&gt;of not going out with me, i got my self a pair of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Supras&lt;/span&gt; just to piss her off (and i kind of liked them, weird cos I'm usually more of a girly girl and Supra is just &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;MANLY&lt;/span&gt;). bought other things too and I went home the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;happiest kid in the entire world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister was fairly jealous of the shoes and she's &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;in denial&lt;/span&gt;, telling herself that the shoes FIT her when they're really just huge. oh well. I didn't realy have the heart to rub it in her face (i don't get to see her very often you see) so I got her a bun with a sausage in it cos she likes them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fx5hyiXPdLg/TWCRQJqrS4I/AAAAAAAABfw/pyUUjC4eKD8/s1600/101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fx5hyiXPdLg/TWCRQJqrS4I/AAAAAAAABfw/pyUUjC4eKD8/s320/101.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575616045343525762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so squishy squishy squishyyyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ONkuw8tTrVo/TWCRP1ucI8I/AAAAAAAABfo/i8KQJwZu2-U/s1600/DSC_0126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ONkuw8tTrVo/TWCRP1ucI8I/AAAAAAAABfo/i8KQJwZu2-U/s320/DSC_0126.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575616039990600642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow, wanna know my secret to survival in the dorm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UPchcgGtZMo/TWCS71gKCvI/AAAAAAAABf4/clfnu2-JxII/s1600/10770-meiji-hello-panda-choco-lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UPchcgGtZMo/TWCS71gKCvI/AAAAAAAABf4/clfnu2-JxII/s320/10770-meiji-hello-panda-choco-lg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575617895356566258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my bestest bestest friend ever, without which i would feel lonesome and unloved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;true stor&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7853166023685195286-4223652196588599849?l=becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/feeds/4223652196588599849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/2011/02/share-some-skin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853166023685195286/posts/default/4223652196588599849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853166023685195286/posts/default/4223652196588599849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/2011/02/share-some-skin.html' title='Share some skin.'/><author><name>Louisa L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04503578680199249366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TK6Mm_jadgI/AAAAAAAABVg/3UA_HNDyt4w/S220/DSCN3691.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fx5hyiXPdLg/TWCRQJqrS4I/AAAAAAAABfw/pyUUjC4eKD8/s72-c/101.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7853166023685195286.post-3554958047435741374</id><published>2011-02-13T12:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T13:22:11.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>romance, anyone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is Valentine's day!&lt;br /&gt;Wanna know who I want as a Valentine?&lt;br /&gt;The One and Only&lt;br /&gt;Jong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bgQpLjA7M5E/TVdluoaH_BI/AAAAAAAABfQ/Y-EQf1-7H5k/s1600/tumblr_lgf5raUIjj1qcy2fio1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bgQpLjA7M5E/TVdluoaH_BI/AAAAAAAABfQ/Y-EQf1-7H5k/s320/tumblr_lgf5raUIjj1qcy2fio1_500.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573034915689659410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hBp8QgVHLi8/TVdlvYJholI/AAAAAAAABfY/mbuikkA9j9c/s1600/tumblr_lgjchsMiLm1qgvi5zo1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 262px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hBp8QgVHLi8/TVdlvYJholI/AAAAAAAABfY/mbuikkA9j9c/s320/tumblr_lgjchsMiLm1qgvi5zo1_500.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573034928504939090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;so handsome&lt;/span&gt; (an understatement) and he's really a nice person.&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know. He's a Korean celebrity, how would I know for sure. Well, I don't ever hear any bad publicity about him. He is open with the whole skin ship idea as he always displays it with his &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;best friend Key.&lt;/span&gt; He has a beautiful girlfriend and he treats her with the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;utmost respect.&lt;/span&gt; He appreciates his fans, and always replies to them in this website where fans can ask anything they want to him. He is a dedicated person, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;fully committed&lt;/span&gt; and devoted to his work as an artist. He has never flashed his body ever, even when he obviously has &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;a body to die for&lt;/span&gt;. He tries to act &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;cute&lt;/span&gt; but he often is interpreted as a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;sexy beast&lt;/span&gt;, which isn't his fault. He cannot help being that sexy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh. I swear, the more I hang out with my friend Nadia, the more I become influenced with the whole k-pop idea. Well actually, naah it's just &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Jong and Jay Park. &lt;/span&gt;They really, truly do have beautiful voices and amazing dancing moves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, school, chyeah busy as ever.&lt;br /&gt;And I went out with &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Miss Megan Wong&lt;/span&gt; last night, awww it was so good to see her! :D&lt;br /&gt;and I finally found a good trench coat.&lt;br /&gt;That's basically it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;Happy Valentine's Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7853166023685195286-3554958047435741374?l=becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/feeds/3554958047435741374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/2011/02/romance-anyone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853166023685195286/posts/default/3554958047435741374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853166023685195286/posts/default/3554958047435741374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/2011/02/romance-anyone.html' title='romance, anyone?'/><author><name>Louisa L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04503578680199249366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TK6Mm_jadgI/AAAAAAAABVg/3UA_HNDyt4w/S220/DSCN3691.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bgQpLjA7M5E/TVdluoaH_BI/AAAAAAAABfQ/Y-EQf1-7H5k/s72-c/tumblr_lgf5raUIjj1qcy2fio1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7853166023685195286.post-795120837522353963</id><published>2011-02-07T19:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T19:38:50.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mission red.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have this thing that I am going to do with a friend, it's a risky thing but it's exciting cos we've never done it ever. :D well actually, naah I'm just making it sound more epic than it actually is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with that aside,&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; the AS results are out! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Saturday, Nadia called me in the afternoon saying results are out and she was at school checking our results. We both took Sociology for June AS of last year and she was like "Loui, you got an A." and I said, "...you're joking"&lt;br /&gt;and she insisted but I wasn't convinced,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "stop shitting me, it isn't funny suckah"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so she said, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;FINE GO SEE FOR YOURSELF.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to school today but I &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;couldn't be bothered&lt;/span&gt; checking the results cos everyone was flocking around the notice board and yeah, breathing everyone's air within &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;close proximity&lt;/span&gt; isn't my thing.&lt;br /&gt; In class, my teacher had verified that what Nadia said was true and I'm like "oh really? yay me." I honestly didn't think it was that big of a deal so I just shrugged it off. But then (as modestly as I ever, I tell you this) people started congratulating me. I'm like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"okay thanks but just get over it, it's just an exam."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nadia slapped me (&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;metaphorically&lt;/span&gt;, of course) and made me realize this is some serious shit, it is somewhat a big deal and I'm too scared to piss her off so I believe her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay me. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;highlight of the day. &lt;/span&gt;Plus, sociology class was fucking hilarious today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were busy for &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;BE admissions&lt;/span&gt; today, fuck. So many students who were under the Katok/Meragang catchment area wanted to apply in MD so there were so many appeal cases. So yeah, all the moody parents just wasn't fun at all. Oh well, part of being human is to be &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;patient.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TU_XVDxTaXI/AAAAAAAABfI/QhiCWcx-r2A/s1600/057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TU_XVDxTaXI/AAAAAAAABfI/QhiCWcx-r2A/s320/057.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570908020869917042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss home, a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TU_XTnlU3YI/AAAAAAAABfA/C_7KJO0wBww/s1600/tumblr_lg1ss7rivp1qes65eo1_250.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 252px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TU_XTnlU3YI/AAAAAAAABfA/C_7KJO0wBww/s320/tumblr_lg1ss7rivp1qes65eo1_250.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570907996123618690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;hi, Jong♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7853166023685195286-795120837522353963?l=becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/feeds/795120837522353963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/2011/02/mission-red.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853166023685195286/posts/default/795120837522353963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853166023685195286/posts/default/795120837522353963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/2011/02/mission-red.html' title='mission red.'/><author><name>Louisa L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04503578680199249366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TK6Mm_jadgI/AAAAAAAABVg/3UA_HNDyt4w/S220/DSCN3691.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TU_XVDxTaXI/AAAAAAAABfI/QhiCWcx-r2A/s72-c/057.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7853166023685195286.post-4417414550118664581</id><published>2011-02-04T09:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T09:53:17.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'>UGH.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;happy chinese new year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so on the eve, we had dinner like any other chinese family.&lt;br /&gt;then we went to stay at this hotel in KB cos it was just too troublesome to drive back to bandar and go back to kb the next day. so yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was so so so so tired last night, i couldn't even be bothered attending to my little brother when he asked to play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TUtZdxzhDpI/AAAAAAAABe4/sOvAGxBPNTA/s1600/046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TUtZdxzhDpI/AAAAAAAABe4/sOvAGxBPNTA/s320/046.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569643732294241938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like a boss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TUtZdpQL8dI/AAAAAAAABew/H6NlHUDCprk/s1600/081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TUtZdpQL8dI/AAAAAAAABew/H6NlHUDCprk/s320/081.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569643729998574034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the next morning, before we left.&lt;br /&gt;took a family photo.&lt;br /&gt;and no, my little sister is NOT taller than me. its her damn shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CNY was just really tiring. :)&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, i was not hyped at all.&lt;br /&gt;I know, "but Loui, you're chinese!"&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, I just don't like it this year. Maybe its because with my grandpa gone, it just doesn't feel the same anymore. It just sucks. It's incomplete and yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bright side, no school in saturday! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7853166023685195286-4417414550118664581?l=becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/feeds/4417414550118664581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/2011/02/ugh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853166023685195286/posts/default/4417414550118664581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853166023685195286/posts/default/4417414550118664581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/2011/02/ugh.html' title='UGH.'/><author><name>Louisa L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04503578680199249366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TK6Mm_jadgI/AAAAAAAABVg/3UA_HNDyt4w/S220/DSCN3691.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TUtZdxzhDpI/AAAAAAAABe4/sOvAGxBPNTA/s72-c/046.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7853166023685195286.post-1818112820016865516</id><published>2011-01-30T12:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T12:15:54.039+08:00</updated><title type='text'>peace.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;HELLO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TUTlEQmrDiI/AAAAAAAABek/wWPKf8a6tbw/s1600/Image515.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TUTlEQmrDiI/AAAAAAAABek/wWPKf8a6tbw/s320/Image515.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567826900676185634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TUTlEAFGWyI/AAAAAAAABec/_djQ4-c1DWI/s1600/jay-park1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TUTlEAFGWyI/AAAAAAAABec/_djQ4-c1DWI/s320/jay-park1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567826896240401186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TUTlDwlYIvI/AAAAAAAABeU/GFz59NaY1yE/s1600/Jay-Park.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TUTlDwlYIvI/AAAAAAAABeU/GFz59NaY1yE/s320/Jay-Park.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567826892080816882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Jay Park. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has a new song  called &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;6'7 (remix).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a compilation of all the raps he's written in the past years and I am lovin' it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;"Like my mother's name  is blessin' I was born for success."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, school is ugh. As always, bombarded with homework, tests, assignments and duties.&lt;br /&gt;CNY is coming soon but I have nothing to wear OH MY FUCK.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;Life's been boring so far, good thing I've got good ol'&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; Jay Park&lt;/span&gt; to keep me company :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7853166023685195286-1818112820016865516?l=becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/feeds/1818112820016865516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/2011/01/peace.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853166023685195286/posts/default/1818112820016865516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853166023685195286/posts/default/1818112820016865516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/2011/01/peace.html' title='peace.'/><author><name>Louisa L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04503578680199249366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TK6Mm_jadgI/AAAAAAAABVg/3UA_HNDyt4w/S220/DSCN3691.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TUTlEQmrDiI/AAAAAAAABek/wWPKf8a6tbw/s72-c/Image515.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7853166023685195286.post-8086184015618329889</id><published>2011-01-23T10:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T10:53:39.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'>killjoy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;It's been a long week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My days have been packed to the point where I have no time to do my laundry. And this is crucial :( but my friend has been nice enough to volunteer and do my laundry. I'm like &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;AWWW :') thank you so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so we were told to prepare this 3 to 5 minute video consisting of still photos and videos in conjunction with national day. And we had only 4 days to prepare so we were like &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;FFFFFFUUUUUUU... &lt;/span&gt;then we we're getting ready to do it already, but the next day, plans changed! It is now a one-minute video only, with specific topics. -_- okay, and we have two days to prepare it. But finally, all that has been dealt with yesterday :D with that aside, there are now other things to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O level results are coming out very soon, which means &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;Juniors are coming in soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I excited? Kind of. But there's gonna be a lot of work so, I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TTuVFGW0DfI/AAAAAAAABeM/oNlrhnagwxk/s1600/DSC_0094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TTuVFGW0DfI/AAAAAAAABeM/oNlrhnagwxk/s320/DSC_0094.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565205679384563186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last Friday, we went out to celebrate a friend's birthday. And we had a &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;grown-up lunch&lt;/span&gt; haha it was weird to see how "mature" we seemed. But just as we stepped out of the restaurant, there was a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;toy machine.&lt;/span&gt; You put 20cents in the machine and it gives you a ball or ring! And my group of girls just rushed to it going&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; "OMG I WANT 20CENTS!"&lt;/span&gt; maturity level just dropped significantly :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the party, I was so exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TTuVE_cHXWI/AAAAAAAABeE/nTNjRMMmMBo/s1600/DSC_0286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TTuVE_cHXWI/AAAAAAAABeE/nTNjRMMmMBo/s320/DSC_0286.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565205677527752034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah that's after I got back from the party, changed into a t-shirt and my room was &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;a mess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I discovered something. I dislike how when we go to stores, and the sales lady entertains us with smiling faces, showing us everything we wanna see. And then if we decide to leave and say &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"thank you so much, you've been a great help. We'll come back after looking around!"&lt;/span&gt; and then their faces just go evil and bitch stares you down to the ground like &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;"fuck you for wasting my time showing you all these things. fuck you for not buying them. get out. don't come back."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just sayin'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7853166023685195286-8086184015618329889?l=becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/feeds/8086184015618329889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/2011/01/killjoy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853166023685195286/posts/default/8086184015618329889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853166023685195286/posts/default/8086184015618329889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/2011/01/killjoy.html' title='killjoy.'/><author><name>Louisa L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04503578680199249366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TK6Mm_jadgI/AAAAAAAABVg/3UA_HNDyt4w/S220/DSCN3691.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TTuVFGW0DfI/AAAAAAAABeM/oNlrhnagwxk/s72-c/DSC_0094.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7853166023685195286.post-8508072759114299342</id><published>2011-01-16T13:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T14:04:22.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grenade.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TTKH6ck3aOI/AAAAAAAABd0/9PgjbhFf-Ns/s1600/030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 309px; height: 412px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TTKH6ck3aOI/AAAAAAAABd0/9PgjbhFf-Ns/s320/030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562657927928965346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an addition to my wall!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;" &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;   Longing for the day I may hold you in my arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Only wanting but the gaze in your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Under the night sky, you radiate like a thousand stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Intoxicating me, till you become my oxygen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Stilling my heart as each word passes my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Always, forever and will be you   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;:')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday i went out with my mom, apparently to look for proper clothing to wear in New Zealand. It is not easy! Actually, no i think it'd be pretty okay if I really took the time to look and put effort in trying them on, going in and out, in and out, in and out, of the changing room. I guess that's the part that i really dread, so tiring. However, to make matters slightly worse, every time i see something cute and i say "Oh hey this looks nice!", my mom will look at it and go "you're right, this is nice!" and takes it for her self. :( I'm just like "I meant nice, FOR ME" :((((( but yeah no big deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm petrified of exams. I know I've got a few more months to be prepared, that it's not too late to formulate a game plan.  But i am still just fooling around.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks jelly, i like that motto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;"Work hard, then play hard"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I've got a favourite song, it's called &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Secrets by One Republic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's an old song, but i just recently watched&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Sorcerer's Apprentice&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Jay Baruchel&lt;/span&gt; is to die for. :') and yeah Secrets was their soundtrack or something. &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7853166023685195286-8508072759114299342?l=becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/feeds/8508072759114299342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/2011/01/grenade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853166023685195286/posts/default/8508072759114299342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853166023685195286/posts/default/8508072759114299342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/2011/01/grenade.html' title='Grenade.'/><author><name>Louisa L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04503578680199249366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TK6Mm_jadgI/AAAAAAAABVg/3UA_HNDyt4w/S220/DSCN3691.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TTKH6ck3aOI/AAAAAAAABd0/9PgjbhFf-Ns/s72-c/030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7853166023685195286.post-7728955051479061090</id><published>2011-01-09T15:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T15:39:37.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>going crazy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;WHAT UP?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the first week of school is officially over. I had a math test yesterday, ewwwwww.&lt;br /&gt;I went home and did a big part of my sociology homework, incredible I could find the time. History project, heheh not done yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I went to ICC.&lt;br /&gt;One word - &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;UGHHHHHH :( &lt;/span&gt;so many people and they were all so damn pushy, i don't understand why they're so mean! And to make matters worse, my mom HAD to buy this whatever &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;toy horse&lt;/span&gt; for my little brother and it was in a freaking big box that I had to carry around. I have to admit, I hurt quite a lot of people with that massive box but I apologized multiple times to every single person I hit O:) and they said, "It's okay!"&lt;br /&gt;Also, I saw Andy. Dude worked at this Japanese food something-something. He grew taller but he claims I am the one who shrunk which is NOT possible so I insist he is the one who has grown and inch or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TSlj_dOr-YI/AAAAAAAABds/yKKIxINoZ9E/s1600/Image429.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TSlj_dOr-YI/AAAAAAAABds/yKKIxINoZ9E/s320/Image429.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560085156794726786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TSlj_TK-IoI/AAAAAAAABdk/gnOL_noVOyE/s1600/Image448.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TSlj_TK-IoI/AAAAAAAABdk/gnOL_noVOyE/s320/Image448.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560085154094785154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot wait for March holidays!&lt;br /&gt;and June holidays!&lt;br /&gt;also September holidays!&lt;br /&gt;And finally, December holidays followed by like, &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;seven months&lt;/span&gt; of free time! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;2011, please be an epic year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;damn, i miss someone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7853166023685195286-7728955051479061090?l=becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/feeds/7728955051479061090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/2011/01/going-crazy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853166023685195286/posts/default/7728955051479061090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853166023685195286/posts/default/7728955051479061090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/2011/01/going-crazy.html' title='going crazy.'/><author><name>Louisa L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04503578680199249366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TK6Mm_jadgI/AAAAAAAABVg/3UA_HNDyt4w/S220/DSCN3691.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TSlj_dOr-YI/AAAAAAAABds/yKKIxINoZ9E/s72-c/Image429.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7853166023685195286.post-1552655889424293272</id><published>2011-01-07T12:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T13:04:06.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'>beginning.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TSacryBt9GI/AAAAAAAABdc/uiNswXaT1Jc/s1600/tumblr_laljlhH1ts1qaobbko1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 342px; height: 246px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TSacryBt9GI/AAAAAAAABdc/uiNswXaT1Jc/s320/tumblr_laljlhH1ts1qaobbko1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559303066012742754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;happy new year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah I'm a little late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, so i went to KB on the 31st of December 2010 and went to Megan's house. At first she said that she didn't plan anything and I didn't mind at all. But then soon after I arrived, she received a phone call and we went out. Haha I figured a quiet new year is &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;impossible&lt;/span&gt; with megan. :P&lt;br /&gt;And then, we went to this guy's house. Soon Lim came, Mike and Jona came and I was super &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;excited!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met Daniel and Hazman soon after that. Then Hazman, Daniel, Mike, Jona and this guy got talking, and it was midnight which meant&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; HAPPY NEW YEAR!&lt;/span&gt; :D fireworks occured, it couldn't have &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;been better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a new friend, Nick, who is Mike and Jona's cousin. He was an &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;excellent&lt;/span&gt; person to talk to, zero awkwardness and  he's so funny, he's got amazing English. I can't even... yeah. He's a great person. It's &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;unfortunate&lt;/span&gt; that I was only there for like one night. :(((((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to Fred's house. Drank some, got buzzed a little. I just sat outside cos ... I don't know, it was nice being outside at night. Took a walk with Daniel, talking about parabola and astro haha. Eventually it was 4am and Hazman sent me back to Megan's place. The next morning, I left and now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I CANNOT WAIT FOR THE NEXT NEW YEARS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other than that, school sucks.&lt;br /&gt;Juniors are here. So that's fun :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7853166023685195286-1552655889424293272?l=becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/feeds/1552655889424293272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/2011/01/beginning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853166023685195286/posts/default/1552655889424293272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853166023685195286/posts/default/1552655889424293272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/2011/01/beginning.html' title='beginning.'/><author><name>Louisa L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04503578680199249366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TK6Mm_jadgI/AAAAAAAABVg/3UA_HNDyt4w/S220/DSCN3691.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TSacryBt9GI/AAAAAAAABdc/uiNswXaT1Jc/s72-c/tumblr_laljlhH1ts1qaobbko1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7853166023685195286.post-5466252889730424661</id><published>2010-12-30T10:09:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T11:11:18.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Santa Claus.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hi :D&lt;br /&gt;first of all, these made my day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TRvvMT8tBfI/AAAAAAAABdU/4Gnvt3h7pfY/s1600/voldermort.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 459px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TRvvMT8tBfI/AAAAAAAABdU/4Gnvt3h7pfY/s320/voldermort.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556297560083990002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TRvu3wB3SKI/AAAAAAAABdM/LmlFi2RmM3U/s1600/get_image.phpOMG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 316px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TRvu3wB3SKI/AAAAAAAABdM/LmlFi2RmM3U/s320/get_image.phpOMG.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556297206844573858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:'D aw hilarious shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so I just got back from KL two days ago. It was a nice enough trip given my zero expectations on shopping. Having my little brother come along was limiting the fun, I guess. I loved having him around, yes absolutely. But you know, the trip pretty much revolved around him and his needs cos he's ...a toddler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TRvu38ReRbI/AAAAAAAABdE/JqOWg4J5pwM/s1600/076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TRvu38ReRbI/AAAAAAAABdE/JqOWg4J5pwM/s320/076.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556297210131269042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in KLCC, this was all he wanted to do. he played it over &amp;amp; over again.&lt;br /&gt;there were two other kids who wanted to play but he yelled at them.&lt;br /&gt;the kids can't even touch the car with him in it :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TRvu3eCwnRI/AAAAAAAABc0/f_0XleaL2ts/s1600/076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TRvu3eCwnRI/AAAAAAAABc0/f_0XleaL2ts/s320/076.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556297202016492818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TRvu3LCkpdI/AAAAAAAABcs/DnEUeR0wJs4/s1600/296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TRvu3LCkpdI/AAAAAAAABcs/DnEUeR0wJs4/s320/296.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556297196915434962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TRvtfwdAdmI/AAAAAAAABck/nWoFzIFVhAQ/s1600/136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TRvtfwdAdmI/AAAAAAAABck/nWoFzIFVhAQ/s320/136.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556295695129933410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TRvtfgfB4cI/AAAAAAAABcc/XCGRNZN8Ccg/s1600/322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TRvtfgfB4cI/AAAAAAAABcc/XCGRNZN8Ccg/s320/322.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556295690843447746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feigfiuacaefiuh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TRvtfc6O1dI/AAAAAAAABcU/UTIzG8p3OFE/s1600/329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TRvtfc6O1dI/AAAAAAAABcU/UTIzG8p3OFE/s320/329.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556295689883801042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;afhiueiufefcnasc part two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TRvtfMepFbI/AAAAAAAABcM/JsVVWgG8AQ0/s1600/264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TRvtfMepFbI/AAAAAAAABcM/JsVVWgG8AQ0/s320/264.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556295685473113522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TRvte_vXOJI/AAAAAAAABcE/PoZfOFme4yg/s1600/255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TRvte_vXOJI/AAAAAAAABcE/PoZfOFme4yg/s320/255.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556295682053585042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TRvsoDArJkI/AAAAAAAABb8/_IdVqB7Qrjk/s1600/241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TRvsoDArJkI/AAAAAAAABb8/_IdVqB7Qrjk/s320/241.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556294738038695490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TRvsn2zL_kI/AAAAAAAABb0/WqBO0gtSnjg/s1600/235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TRvsn2zL_kI/AAAAAAAABb0/WqBO0gtSnjg/s320/235.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556294734760902210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like this but unfortunately I'm not in it.&lt;br /&gt;there are over 300 pictures taken and I'm only in 5% of them :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TRvsnjm4ANI/AAAAAAAABbs/ZJ32-zbD0_c/s1600/216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TRvsnjm4ANI/AAAAAAAABbs/ZJ32-zbD0_c/s320/216.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556294729608986834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TRvsnBRv3jI/AAAAAAAABbc/av-odS3Wx0c/s1600/055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TRvsnBRv3jI/AAAAAAAABbc/av-odS3Wx0c/s320/055.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556294720393567794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TRvrnrccXGI/AAAAAAAABbU/1P-l7IYRLyc/s1600/052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TRvrnrccXGI/AAAAAAAABbU/1P-l7IYRLyc/s320/052.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556293632201088098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TRvrneCOPRI/AAAAAAAABbM/RufWD6_hyRQ/s1600/025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TRvrneCOPRI/AAAAAAAABbM/RufWD6_hyRQ/s320/025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556293628601449746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he took this himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TRvrm9pAdGI/AAAAAAAABbE/0YbFeahsWw4/s1600/022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TRvrm9pAdGI/AAAAAAAABbE/0YbFeahsWw4/s320/022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556293619905754210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;again. (&amp;amp; again &amp;amp; again &amp;amp; again, actually)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TRvrmaUAqyI/AAAAAAAABa0/EIyoe-_Xiao/s1600/347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TRvrmaUAqyI/AAAAAAAABa0/EIyoe-_Xiao/s320/347.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556293610422446882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TRvqqO_qECI/AAAAAAAABas/Jp-ZRX3cCWQ/s1600/120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TRvqqO_qECI/AAAAAAAABas/Jp-ZRX3cCWQ/s320/120.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556292576592138274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh man. So since the trip revolved around my brother so much, we had to travel around according to his &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sleeping and eating&lt;/span&gt; pattern. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;And he sleeps a lot.&lt;/span&gt; I didn't have time to shop :(&lt;br /&gt;For instance, one time at KLCC my dad went to eat with my sister while my mom took care of my bro and I was like&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "there's a Forever 21 store upstairs, I HAVE TO GO!" &lt;/span&gt;and my mom was like "fine, but don't take long cos we leave right after your dad finishes eating." So I gave myself a&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; 20 minute&lt;/span&gt; window to shop.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;TWENTY MINUTES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; to shop in a massive Forever 21 store is not correct. I don;t think it's even legal in the laws of a teenage girl.&lt;/span&gt; There were so many other people there too and that doesn't help. I ended up getting this shirt which was too big. Just &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;excellent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my mom was like "I need to find something to wear for this open house, you better find something too." So we went out at night while my bro stays at the hotel with my dad and sister cos the three of them are like "a team", if i may say so, while me and my mom are a separate team. We went to this building and walked around for three fucking hours but could not find anything. Main reason why we couldn't find anything was because my mom went to the kitchen ware section to find containers. CONTAINERS?! Had I known, I would neverrrrrr have went with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a haircut there too and the only reason I am mentioning this is because the guy who cut my hair was so hot! First look, i was like DAMN. He dressed in tight pants (weird, i thought) but maybe that's the fashion here. Then as washed my hair, i noticed he had like... really nice shaped eyebrows. As in, he had them plucked. Weird, i thought again. Then he was like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"So you like short hair?" &lt;/span&gt;in the most&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; silkiest&lt;/span&gt; voice but had a feminine ring to it. I didn't know if I was turned on or ...&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;grossed out.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"For now, yes"&lt;/span&gt; I said. And he laughed lightly and said, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"For now!"&lt;/span&gt; Then he proceeded to cut my hair. He warned me that my hair will be "This short" right behind my neck. I was like "Oh could you make it a little lower?" He's like "Oh, don't worry, blablabla".&lt;br /&gt;He had me at &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;'don't worry'&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;So he cut my hair and he caught me laughing at the guy who was doing my mom's hair which happens to be the guy who owns the saloon. The owner was like &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;"Your daughter very brave, cut her hair oh. Usually, they will cry to have it cut so short when it's been long for a long time."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;RIIIIIGHT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THEN. He was almost done and he suddenly said, "Okay point! you fringe starts at this point, down". He lay a finger on one spot on my head. I'm like "Okay cool."&lt;br /&gt;And then he stopped and said, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"mushi mushi!"&lt;/span&gt;. we both giggled.&lt;br /&gt;then he paused and was like,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "...you know, cos you look Japanese."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I awkwardly nodded. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I get it, ...haha".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I left the saloon thinking he was ...gay. A handsome gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the day we were leaving, we went to the airport super early like at 1pm (our flight was at 5.40pm) cos my parents couldn't be bothered going anywhere else while my brother was having a fever (yes, to make matters worse, he fell sick). The time went by surprisingly fast! I bought a book :D I was torn when I had to choose between Paulo Coelho's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;The Alchemist&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and Dan Brown's &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;The Lost Symbol. &lt;/span&gt;I bought Dan Brown cos he is a&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; guaranteed thrilling read&lt;/span&gt;. I found my mom and she was like "why didn't you get both books?"&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; My jaw fell.&lt;/span&gt; "Can we go get them now????"&lt;br /&gt;and she's like "No, we have to go to the gate already."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;:) lovely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;2011!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Bring it on!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not really, I'm still lazy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7853166023685195286-5466252889730424661?l=becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/feeds/5466252889730424661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/2010/12/santa-claus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853166023685195286/posts/default/5466252889730424661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853166023685195286/posts/default/5466252889730424661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/2010/12/santa-claus.html' title='Santa Claus.'/><author><name>Louisa L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04503578680199249366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TK6Mm_jadgI/AAAAAAAABVg/3UA_HNDyt4w/S220/DSCN3691.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TRvvMT8tBfI/AAAAAAAABdU/4Gnvt3h7pfY/s72-c/voldermort.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7853166023685195286.post-8350024765071942240</id><published>2010-12-17T10:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T10:22:51.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'>we're going down.</title><content type='html'>I've got the flu.&lt;br /&gt;It's the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;It's the holidays and I've got the fucking &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;flu&lt;/span&gt;. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm doing all I can to not get a fever so last night I took these tiny yellow pills and my mom said I'd fall asleep real quick after taking them. I laughed and challenged the so-called make-you-sleepy pills and fought to stay awake. I lost the fight, medicine won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is my brother's birthday! :D He's turning&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; two&lt;/span&gt;, we're still not sure whether to take him out or not cos bringing him to eat out will be a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;hassle&lt;/span&gt; and he won't be able to remember his 2nd birthday anyway :P but&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt; there will be cake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Emma Watson's little brother, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alex&lt;/span&gt; is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dnfosvoudges[bpfbwmsd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; GORGEOUS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's born in 1993, same as me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TQrHgTamTDI/AAAAAAAABaY/c5Zk7RMIGsA/s1600/emma-alex-watson-burberry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 285px; height: 359px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TQrHgTamTDI/AAAAAAAABaY/c5Zk7RMIGsA/s320/emma-alex-watson-burberry.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551468848469134386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TQrHgIXjcxI/AAAAAAAABaQ/xr4jI89F6nI/s1600/alex-watson-burberry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 368px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TQrHgIXjcxI/AAAAAAAABaQ/xr4jI89F6nI/s320/alex-watson-burberry.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551468845503574802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were a boy as hot as him, I would just... i don't know.&lt;br /&gt;but I'm a girl. and if i met him, oh... i don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but putting that&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; hotness&lt;/span&gt; aside, this made my day.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TQrHgBcKLnI/AAAAAAAABaI/wICbaSRNzLA/s1600/tumblr_ldgowmOTY31qeaq1io1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 382px; height: 226px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TQrHgBcKLnI/AAAAAAAABaI/wICbaSRNzLA/s320/tumblr_ldgowmOTY31qeaq1io1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551468843643842162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TQrHgtJqcUI/AAAAAAAABag/PmhxvE8l0k0/s1600/Image418.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TQrHgtJqcUI/AAAAAAAABag/PmhxvE8l0k0/s320/Image418.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551468855377424706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;take care!&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/7853166023685195286-8350024765071942240?l=becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/feeds/8350024765071942240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/2010/12/were-going-down.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853166023685195286/posts/default/8350024765071942240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853166023685195286/posts/default/8350024765071942240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/2010/12/were-going-down.html' title='we&apos;re going down.'/><author><name>Louisa L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04503578680199249366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TK6Mm_jadgI/AAAAAAAABVg/3UA_HNDyt4w/S220/DSCN3691.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TQrHgTamTDI/AAAAAAAABaY/c5Zk7RMIGsA/s72-c/emma-alex-watson-burberry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7853166023685195286.post-653643184383771778</id><published>2010-12-15T15:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T16:36:59.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wishlist.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;This morning I had a short argument with my sister. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The crazy bitch was like "Hey next year you'll be getting your license right?" I was all enthusiastic at the thought of it and said, "Yeah I am!" And then she had this grimace on her face and said, "You think you can reach?"&lt;br /&gt;I paused. "What do you mean?"&lt;br /&gt;"Well, you're kinda short. You think your feet can touch the things below?" she said.&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; short, you know." I said.&lt;br /&gt;"Mhmm. I mean, I'm sure you'll pass the law test thing but, you think you can reach?" bitch said.&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, I'm sure I can reach! Do you think you're mentally fit to take the test when you're old enough?"&lt;br /&gt;She scoffed. "Oh yeah I've got like 4 years more to grow taller. Please lah, I can reach."&lt;br /&gt;"No, I know you're physically fit. But are you mentally fit to take the test? Obviously you're NOT, cos you didn't even understand my initial question, maybe you should grow a brain!"&lt;br /&gt;and with that, I ran to take a shower and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;ignored her lame comebacks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hehehehehehehehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe it's kind of&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; immature&lt;/span&gt; of me to do that.&lt;br /&gt;but it hurt my feelings a little :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TQh51IdJRfI/AAAAAAAABaA/K3g61-LQdyU/s1600/81329479-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 262px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TQh51IdJRfI/AAAAAAAABaA/K3g61-LQdyU/s320/81329479-01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550820494443890162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TQh503oOCrI/AAAAAAAABZ4/1Ibg3caNtaE/s1600/80455633-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 262px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TQh503oOCrI/AAAAAAAABZ4/1Ibg3caNtaE/s320/80455633-01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550820489926937266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TQh50gMEjbI/AAAAAAAABZw/2EKfwbXVDq8/s1600/15941-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TQh50gMEjbI/AAAAAAAABZw/2EKfwbXVDq8/s320/15941-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550820483634859442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TQh50fVyZII/AAAAAAAABZo/2mtQsVCCGhY/s1600/100609144__94418_std.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TQh50fVyZII/AAAAAAAABZo/2mtQsVCCGhY/s320/100609144__94418_std.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550820483407176834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh dresses.&lt;br /&gt;it's kind of hard wearing a dress here in brunei cos sometimes, some people think you'd be too overdressed or something. SOME people lah. SOMEtimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;but whatever, i'd like some casual dresses please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom promised to take me and my sister out for shopping, looking for &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;ris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;tm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;as&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; decorations to get in the holiday spirit.&lt;br /&gt;So. Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;Happy Holidays!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7853166023685195286-653643184383771778?l=becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/feeds/653643184383771778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/2010/12/wishlist.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853166023685195286/posts/default/653643184383771778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853166023685195286/posts/default/653643184383771778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/2010/12/wishlist.html' title='wishlist.'/><author><name>Louisa L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04503578680199249366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TK6Mm_jadgI/AAAAAAAABVg/3UA_HNDyt4w/S220/DSCN3691.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TQh51IdJRfI/AAAAAAAABaA/K3g61-LQdyU/s72-c/81329479-01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7853166023685195286.post-8373333833869158583</id><published>2010-12-07T10:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T10:49:32.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'>spin me around.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had a family gathering for an early celebration of Christmas and Thanksgiving back in Temburong very recently and it was really good. At first, it was kind of &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;dull &lt;/span&gt;I guess cos of all the talking and old people interacting while kids run wild. So us teens were like ... &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;"WHEN DO WE EAT?!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, it ended with a great&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; bang.&lt;/span&gt; There was so much food! Unfortunately, it rained that night  so the little kids couldn't perform. They wanted to dance so bad :( and the eating part was held outdoors so... yeah it sucked that it rained. Good thing there was a roof over our heads. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Despite the rain, &lt;/span&gt;we enjoyed every moment of it. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a few pictures from the party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TP2cS9RvQnI/AAAAAAAABZI/nt1AID1K4c8/s1600/DSC_0430.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 340px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TP2cS9RvQnI/AAAAAAAABZI/nt1AID1K4c8/s320/DSC_0430.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547762165490860658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TP2euVJx6oI/AAAAAAAABZg/o1yRvkQ3jqk/s1600/DSC_0547.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 359px; height: 238px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TP2euVJx6oI/AAAAAAAABZg/o1yRvkQ3jqk/s320/DSC_0547.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547764834779654786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nina's dress got wet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TP2euANd30I/AAAAAAAABZY/kTMhDm8yM4k/s1600/DSC_0261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 349px; height: 232px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TP2euANd30I/AAAAAAAABZY/kTMhDm8yM4k/s320/DSC_0261.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547764829157973826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TP2etWVnNZI/AAAAAAAABZQ/TgZDUj4Vnh4/s1600/DSC_0649.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 341px; height: 226px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TP2etWVnNZI/AAAAAAAABZQ/TgZDUj4Vnh4/s320/DSC_0649.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547764817917851026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TP2cSsoJr2I/AAAAAAAABZA/JVThb1kl0cw/s1600/DSC_0642.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 346px; height: 230px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TP2cSsoJr2I/AAAAAAAABZA/JVThb1kl0cw/s320/DSC_0642.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547762161021464418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TP2cSKlSLwI/AAAAAAAABY4/fD27jyRE-0M/s1600/DSC_0721.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 232px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TP2cSKlSLwI/AAAAAAAABY4/fD27jyRE-0M/s320/DSC_0721.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547762151882632962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the very end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;And with that, there goes my first week of December. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Now, I have a few things I have to do for December now that this event is over and done with :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;1) Get my History project on King Mongkut done&lt;br /&gt;2) Get a new pair of flats please&lt;br /&gt;3) Have the balls to get a mohawk hair cut&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;(still too chicken)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; but I'm open to other ideas :)&lt;br /&gt;4) Go to KL for &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ch&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;ris&lt;/span&gt;tm&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;as&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Go to KB for&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;New Years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; WOOH!&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/7853166023685195286-8373333833869158583?l=becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/feeds/8373333833869158583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/2010/12/spin-me-around.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853166023685195286/posts/default/8373333833869158583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853166023685195286/posts/default/8373333833869158583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/2010/12/spin-me-around.html' title='spin me around.'/><author><name>Louisa L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04503578680199249366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TK6Mm_jadgI/AAAAAAAABVg/3UA_HNDyt4w/S220/DSCN3691.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TP2cS9RvQnI/AAAAAAAABZI/nt1AID1K4c8/s72-c/DSC_0430.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7853166023685195286.post-194332586872494461</id><published>2010-12-02T16:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T16:30:28.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>like a boss.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TPdWkaFE5qI/AAAAAAAABYw/3OrXt1B4Pyk/s1600/tumblr_lc7y5xyklx1qbpwzeo1_500.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 377px; height: 292px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TPdWkaFE5qI/AAAAAAAABYw/3OrXt1B4Pyk/s320/tumblr_lc7y5xyklx1qbpwzeo1_500.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545996649605949090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a trip to Temburong yesterday with some prefects from school. &lt;br /&gt;We went to this &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;longhouse&lt;/span&gt;, they had the prettiest walls! Painted by the people who live there, all the &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;green vines&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;purple flowers&lt;/span&gt;. Honestly the &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;prettiest thing&lt;/span&gt; I saw yesterday. It was fun, we went to my kampung so it felt really, really nice to be there with friends. They all went into the river, swimming and all while I stay dry and take pictures of them. Leonel was there too!&lt;br /&gt;While we were in the bus, just driving along the road, passing by houses of relatives, I just felt a pang of ... i don't know, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;gladness&lt;/span&gt;, I guess. Glad to know that I'm familiar with the place, a place this small and isolated is a place where some other people want to go and explore while I can just come here anytime. It's like, all this time, I just &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;took this place for granted. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that I walked to Nina's place when we were in town. Went to sleep for hours after that cos I was just so tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, I cannot upload pictures cos I'm not sure where my camera is right now. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TPdWjokVuII/AAAAAAAABYo/BRVlfYHCjis/s1600/tumblr_lcsfi9hAI91qd00eho1_500.png.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 305px; height: 349px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TPdWjokVuII/AAAAAAAABYo/BRVlfYHCjis/s320/tumblr_lcsfi9hAI91qd00eho1_500.png.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545996636315302018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;idk who he is, but he is fucking on fire.&lt;br /&gt;he's a footballer, is all i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;WOOOH holidays!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;must go KB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7853166023685195286-194332586872494461?l=becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/feeds/194332586872494461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/2010/12/like-boss.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853166023685195286/posts/default/194332586872494461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853166023685195286/posts/default/194332586872494461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/2010/12/like-boss.html' title='like a boss.'/><author><name>Louisa L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04503578680199249366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TK6Mm_jadgI/AAAAAAAABVg/3UA_HNDyt4w/S220/DSCN3691.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TPdWkaFE5qI/AAAAAAAABYw/3OrXt1B4Pyk/s72-c/tumblr_lc7y5xyklx1qbpwzeo1_500.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7853166023685195286.post-7610996340950391420</id><published>2010-11-28T12:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T13:16:26.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'>moving mountains.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TPHijgpquHI/AAAAAAAABYg/0zcQ1Zlc7xI/s1600/Image384.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TPHijgpquHI/AAAAAAAABYg/0zcQ1Zlc7xI/s320/Image384.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544461715957790834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh I just had Parents' Day in school yesterday and my mom came to see all my teachers. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My history teacher said I wasn't doing enough work nor am I revising enough &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;blablabla.&lt;/span&gt; She said I'm only excellent at doing the 'Source-based' question like a boss WOOH. But I suck at the other parts. Thank God she didn't mention about my constant&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; sleeping &lt;/span&gt;in class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My English teacher said I am&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; 'talented'&lt;/span&gt; teeheehee aw. She was nice, all the compliments and my mom just looked at me approvingly. And teacher said she's willing to help me in history!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Maths teacher, however, basically said&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; I sucked&lt;/span&gt;. I truly do though haha so I don't hold anything against her :) She is a nice lady with an &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;open door policy.&lt;/span&gt; I don't know, I'll just try to work harder next year. She said I hardly ever talk in class, I only talk to this one girl only when she isn't teaching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Sociology, my teacher said I talked too much to Nadia my seatmate. And this might compromise my ability to fully blossom in my studies. Possibly true. But my grades are improving consistently so five thumbs up, no bad comments!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This left my mom puzzled though. I don't talk in Maths but I suck so badly at it. I talk too much in Socio, but I'm doing okay in it. I suck at History though my English is good. It is complicated but not really. History is just... complex and twisted. English is a load of literary technique. Maths is ...a game of numbers which I hate. Sociology, I love it so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;I DON'T KNOW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TPHhbC6KxiI/AAAAAAAABYQ/_alQNKTL2g0/s1600/2010_rapunzel_001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TPHhbC6KxiI/AAAAAAAABYQ/_alQNKTL2g0/s320/2010_rapunzel_001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544460471023355426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched Rapunzel last Friday!&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to watch HP7 but couldn't cos it started so late :( :( :( :(&lt;br /&gt;But yeah Rapunzel is really good! :D&lt;br /&gt;Her dad, so handsome. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I nearly cried!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;HOLIDAYS, COME THE FUCK ON ALREADY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7853166023685195286-7610996340950391420?l=becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/feeds/7610996340950391420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/2010/11/moving-mountains.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853166023685195286/posts/default/7610996340950391420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853166023685195286/posts/default/7610996340950391420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/2010/11/moving-mountains.html' title='moving mountains.'/><author><name>Louisa L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04503578680199249366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TK6Mm_jadgI/AAAAAAAABVg/3UA_HNDyt4w/S220/DSCN3691.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TPHijgpquHI/AAAAAAAABYg/0zcQ1Zlc7xI/s72-c/Image384.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7853166023685195286.post-7534219649957500507</id><published>2010-11-22T14:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T15:10:50.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'>would kill for cake</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TOoV4BXphXI/AAAAAAAABYI/c_BdaC5mxPQ/s1600/tumblr_lc86dnifq91qzn34eo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TOoV4BXphXI/AAAAAAAABYI/c_BdaC5mxPQ/s320/tumblr_lc86dnifq91qzn34eo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542266343617299826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never have I ever wanted cake more than I do right now.&lt;br /&gt;Never have I ever wanted to have the taste of whipped cream on spongy vanilla cake with ice cream on the side and chocolate on top with mango slices OH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway! This week has been HECTIC and practically sleepless. :( Last Friday night we had a little get-together for us and the seniors where we could dress up as fictional characters. I was the wife of a rich Singh and I loved it :D However, my "husband" was apparently quite a catch hence all the other girls started flocking around him. Anyway, yeah it was a good night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TOoULzv5MMI/AAAAAAAABYA/s804su-6o9M/s1600/hellooooo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 183px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TOoULzv5MMI/AAAAAAAABYA/s804su-6o9M/s320/hellooooo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542264484535021762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my "man".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TOoUK_TFg2I/AAAAAAAABX4/j02PAZAewwk/s1600/tumblr_lbh92tHYMv1qdksuzo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TOoUK_TFg2I/AAAAAAAABX4/j02PAZAewwk/s320/tumblr_lbh92tHYMv1qdksuzo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542264470455550818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AWWWW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the Court today as a trip for students who take History. It was AWESOME, the Magistrates and Chief Registrar whatever were women! I was like "Damn, where are the men???" and funny thing, all the main Judges or ...I'm not sure what you call them according to the Brunei's law system, they were aged English men.&lt;br /&gt;They explained everything well, the entire system and what positions there were and what kind of sentence is given for a certain type of crime. It's just a lot of words and info to take in at one time!&lt;br /&gt;We even had a little role-playing, I was a Prosecutor hahahahahaha they have the BESTEST chairs that you can swing and slide in. Would love me one of those. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I had lunch with Leonel outside of school which I hesistated of going at first. But yeah, it's almost end of the year and I've been not breaking rules so much so I thought, why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7853166023685195286-7534219649957500507?l=becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/feeds/7534219649957500507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/2010/11/would-kill-for-cake.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853166023685195286/posts/default/7534219649957500507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853166023685195286/posts/default/7534219649957500507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/2010/11/would-kill-for-cake.html' title='would kill for cake'/><author><name>Louisa L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04503578680199249366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TK6Mm_jadgI/AAAAAAAABVg/3UA_HNDyt4w/S220/DSCN3691.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TOoV4BXphXI/AAAAAAAABYI/c_BdaC5mxPQ/s72-c/tumblr_lc86dnifq91qzn34eo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7853166023685195286.post-5261896785408031321</id><published>2010-11-10T17:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T17:28:17.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TNpjca13CpI/AAAAAAAABXw/z9hQS8kMyMA/s1600/071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TNpjca13CpI/AAAAAAAABXw/z9hQS8kMyMA/s320/071.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537848031698160274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You know those times in life where the world throws unpleasant people down your way and you wish it was like a game where you can actually shoot those people?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Haha well, now is a time where I feel like that. But then, I recently learned from an older, wiser and more experienced person who has faced such situations before that... shooting them with bullets don't necessary work. In order to overcome this, you CAN manipulate minds. You CAN be cynical. You CAN make snappy comebacks.&lt;br /&gt;You can do all this but make sure you do it with a smile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this advice so much because... after much serious thought, it's kind of like allowing you to be bitchy but with limits. Plus, the smile is just the cherry on top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway :) today was good! I was able to understand Maths P3! People say it is difficult shits but it's really okay so far :) And to me, being able to even comprehend the lesson makes me so so so happy :D And on top of that, I wasn't sleepy at all throughout all my classes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, the weather has been sunny all day, I love it! It gave me a chance to do my laundry!&lt;br /&gt;PLUS, I completed my Plants vs. Zombies game! I was pissed at first cos now what am I supposed to play? But yeah I've got it covered ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;A day in the life of Louisa Lo.&lt;br /&gt;Sure, it's simple. But I'd rather this than have it like those dramatic teenage shit you see on TV. :)&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/7853166023685195286-5261896785408031321?l=becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/feeds/5261896785408031321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/2010/11/you-know-those-times-in-life-where.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853166023685195286/posts/default/5261896785408031321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853166023685195286/posts/default/5261896785408031321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/2010/11/you-know-those-times-in-life-where.html' title=''/><author><name>Louisa L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04503578680199249366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TK6Mm_jadgI/AAAAAAAABVg/3UA_HNDyt4w/S220/DSCN3691.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TNpjca13CpI/AAAAAAAABXw/z9hQS8kMyMA/s72-c/071.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7853166023685195286.post-1636775408803922305</id><published>2010-11-09T13:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T13:42:21.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>storeroom.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TNjeNd3WNAI/AAAAAAAABXo/nnXdPfzvCsM/s1600/tumblr_lbbmg3AEEc1qb6t6wo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 349px; height: 229px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TNjeNd3WNAI/AAAAAAAABXo/nnXdPfzvCsM/s320/tumblr_lbbmg3AEEc1qb6t6wo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537420064788460546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am in history class and i am so bored.&lt;br /&gt;we have a project for the holidays on Siam (Old Thailand) and I am looking forward to it because I have an inspiration straight from Thailand, the land of freedom, &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nichkhun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; If you've been reading, i have posted pictures of Nichkhun in previous posts :)&lt;br /&gt; I'm still looking for a costume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah that's really it. Nothing much has happened. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same old, same old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7853166023685195286-1636775408803922305?l=becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/feeds/1636775408803922305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/2010/11/storeroom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853166023685195286/posts/default/1636775408803922305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853166023685195286/posts/default/1636775408803922305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/2010/11/storeroom.html' title='storeroom.'/><author><name>Louisa L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04503578680199249366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TK6Mm_jadgI/AAAAAAAABVg/3UA_HNDyt4w/S220/DSCN3691.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TNjeNd3WNAI/AAAAAAAABXo/nnXdPfzvCsM/s72-c/tumblr_lbbmg3AEEc1qb6t6wo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7853166023685195286.post-1735991466695689288</id><published>2010-11-07T13:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T13:16:35.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'>meat.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;HI :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wow last Wednesday was my Mathematics P6 AS exam. I had this &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;monstrous headache&lt;/span&gt; that compromised my ability to do my best for the exam. I couldn't focus and so i let question 1 and 7 slip by just like sand between fingers. I don't feel so bad because I know I suck at math, also, theres' the June papers? :) &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;optimistic!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last Friday, a peculiar thing happened. I slept at 1am the night before and I didn't set an alarm because hey, its a firday why the need to wake up early? Then in the morning, this girl knocked at my door asking for scissors.&lt;br /&gt; I thought, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;"what the fuck you need a scissors for in broad daylight? Girl, it is EARLY"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i checked the time. it was 10.54am. It was almost eleven. I slept for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;ten hours. &lt;/span&gt;I usually wake up earlier than that, regardless of how late i slept the night before! okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's gonna be a little &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;"costume party"&lt;/span&gt; in two weeks and i don't know who to dress as. :( Megan said i could go as Super Mario. SO cute, but i have no &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;red overalls&lt;/span&gt;. Amanda said i could be a &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;slutty caveman&lt;/span&gt;, just rip a dress into shreds. Not gonna happen :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TNYzfbAjczI/AAAAAAAABXQ/4ht9yh9HB7k/s1600/tumblr_lbbiw0uoYc1qb6t6wo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TNYzfbAjczI/AAAAAAAABXQ/4ht9yh9HB7k/s320/tumblr_lbbiw0uoYc1qb6t6wo1_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536669406817645362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;idk what she is, but i like it. but i don't have the talent of make-up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TNYzfncjYEI/AAAAAAAABXY/bnY2zyFX1PA/s1600/Hermione-Granger-Photoshoot-OOTP-hermione-granger-1354671-1919-2560.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TNYzfncjYEI/AAAAAAAABXY/bnY2zyFX1PA/s320/Hermione-Granger-Photoshoot-OOTP-hermione-granger-1354671-1919-2560.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536669410156306498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought of hermione, cos there's gonna be an adult for at least a couple of hours and i'll be expected to dress&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; 'appropriately'&lt;/span&gt;. and she's appropriate?&lt;br /&gt;i don't know :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of harry potter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TNYzfauPIeI/AAAAAAAABXI/ExchUE02pNA/s1600/Daniel+Radcliffe+Went+To+Harry+Potter+Halloween+Party.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TNYzfauPIeI/AAAAAAAABXI/ExchUE02pNA/s320/Daniel+Radcliffe+Went+To+Harry+Potter+Halloween+Party.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536669406740816354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;daniel radcliffe would make a hot older, mysterious guy who has a german shephard, walking the cold streets of London!&lt;br /&gt;right.&lt;br /&gt;point is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;I cannot wait for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Harry Potter &amp;amp; The Deathly Hallows part I&lt;/span&gt; :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/7853166023685195286-1735991466695689288?l=becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/feeds/1735991466695689288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/2010/11/meat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853166023685195286/posts/default/1735991466695689288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853166023685195286/posts/default/1735991466695689288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/2010/11/meat.html' title='meat.'/><author><name>Louisa L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04503578680199249366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TK6Mm_jadgI/AAAAAAAABVg/3UA_HNDyt4w/S220/DSCN3691.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TNYzfbAjczI/AAAAAAAABXQ/4ht9yh9HB7k/s72-c/tumblr_lbbiw0uoYc1qb6t6wo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7853166023685195286.post-1263381967520951269</id><published>2010-10-31T10:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T10:38:14.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>irresistable.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TMzV4NC4G7I/AAAAAAAABXA/8n3bbcy1bMY/s1600/tumblr_l1sqlzQ4ng1qbq0aeo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 421px; height: 245px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TMzV4NC4G7I/AAAAAAAABXA/8n3bbcy1bMY/s320/tumblr_l1sqlzQ4ng1qbq0aeo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534033203682614194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TMzV39PO-OI/AAAAAAAABW4/oq_YGIJCttY/s1600/tumblr_l5nyab5coc1qzk01oo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 331px; height: 344px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TMzV39PO-OI/AAAAAAAABW4/oq_YGIJCttY/s320/tumblr_l5nyab5coc1qzk01oo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534033199439476962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TMzV3hvf4II/AAAAAAAABWw/RV-ZWh5P8aI/s1600/tumblr_l55sf4dY5n1qbozjzo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 382px; height: 420px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TMzV3hvf4II/AAAAAAAABWw/RV-ZWh5P8aI/s320/tumblr_l55sf4dY5n1qbozjzo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534033192058609794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;hi Nichkhun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't resist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7853166023685195286-1263381967520951269?l=becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/feeds/1263381967520951269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/2010/10/hi-nichkhun-i-couldnt-resist.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853166023685195286/posts/default/1263381967520951269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853166023685195286/posts/default/1263381967520951269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/2010/10/hi-nichkhun-i-couldnt-resist.html' title='irresistable.'/><author><name>Louisa L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04503578680199249366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TK6Mm_jadgI/AAAAAAAABVg/3UA_HNDyt4w/S220/DSCN3691.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TMzV4NC4G7I/AAAAAAAABXA/8n3bbcy1bMY/s72-c/tumblr_l1sqlzQ4ng1qbq0aeo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7853166023685195286.post-7640017135795413335</id><published>2010-10-31T09:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T10:09:27.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sex on fire.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TMzNNlWw8JI/AAAAAAAABWo/vK20xb6Gh4U/s1600/tumblr_laeril8lVJ1qbfpdlo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 243px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TMzNNlWw8JI/AAAAAAAABWo/vK20xb6Gh4U/s320/tumblr_laeril8lVJ1qbfpdlo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534023675381084306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I was in town this morning and I saw a lot of&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; Go-karts.&lt;/span&gt; I wanna ride on one so badly but I'm afraid I might crash into something or worse, kill someone with it. I'm serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, I went home yesterday and wanted to go swimming. I was so excited but when I got there, there were these people who are in their early teens. It was SOOOO annoying because they were just &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;screaming and crossing the pool&lt;/span&gt;, throwing goggles into the pool, seeing who could catch it first. :( I wouldn't mind if they were little kids, but come on! You're old enough to know to be considerate towards others, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;it isn't YOUR pool. :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much has happened in school. I'm having my Maths AS exam on Wednesday,&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; yay me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But a lot has happened in the hostel, mehhh, it got me thinking that &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;girls are hard to live with&lt;/span&gt; especially when you haven't had the chance of knowing them for at least a couple of years. You don't know exactly how a person's behaviour is, so it's kind of like &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;walking on egg shells&lt;/span&gt;, making sure you don't hurt anyone's feelings. I had to learn the hard way. But all is right, on my side anyways. To me, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;confrontation won't &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ALWAYS&lt;/span&gt; work things out, but compromise will make it better. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's all for now. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;P.S. I love Nichkhun!&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/7853166023685195286-7640017135795413335?l=becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/feeds/7640017135795413335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/2010/10/sex-on-fire.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853166023685195286/posts/default/7640017135795413335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853166023685195286/posts/default/7640017135795413335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/2010/10/sex-on-fire.html' title='sex on fire.'/><author><name>Louisa L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04503578680199249366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TK6Mm_jadgI/AAAAAAAABVg/3UA_HNDyt4w/S220/DSCN3691.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TMzNNlWw8JI/AAAAAAAABWo/vK20xb6Gh4U/s72-c/tumblr_laeril8lVJ1qbfpdlo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7853166023685195286.post-2943355537271817791</id><published>2010-10-17T12:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T12:20:13.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>saucy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TLp2saYGMkI/AAAAAAAABWg/iHqSVmByem4/s1600/2pm-nickhun-strip-for-ceci1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 303px; height: 440px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TLp2saYGMkI/AAAAAAAABWg/iHqSVmByem4/s320/2pm-nickhun-strip-for-ceci1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528861997917418050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TLp2r-KVL7I/AAAAAAAABWQ/lr8UYOYeBmk/s1600/nickhun1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 249px; height: 373px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XSzxDKjFIBk/TLp2r-KVL7I/AAAAAAAABWQ/lr8UYOYeBmk/s320/nickhun1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528861990343487410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm not usually a fan of Korean / Japanese artists. But this one guy really took me in and made me really like him! I watched a reality show and he was in it, he was the sweetest thing!!! His name is &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Nickhun from 2PM&lt;/span&gt;. He's not even korean though, he's &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;half Thai&lt;/span&gt; :) it's like the some of the hottest people are half Thai. For example, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nickhun, VJ Utt, Mike &amp;amp; Jona hehehehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Damn, I would love to share some &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;watermelons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; with him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyways, I got back home yesterday because my IC expired so I had to renew it. But oh shit I just realized, tomorrow is my Socio AS exams. Looks like I have to visit the admin or something cos they won't let you in without an IC. :(&lt;br /&gt;Then last night I went out for &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;sushi&lt;/span&gt; with my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my little brother a pair of &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;green socks&lt;/span&gt; and a &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Justin Bieber&lt;/span&gt; badge for my sister. I think my little sister is&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; handsome&lt;/span&gt; these days. I'm not sure that's a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i was in socio class yesterday. I heard the funniest shit. I'll change the names lah, cos yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Kurt : Hey Tina, Arty says hi!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Tina : ......hi?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Arty : *hits Kurt* hey wtf man!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Kurt : what? she said hi back!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Arty ; yeah but...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Kurt : At least she's a girl!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laughed so hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;"At least she's a girl."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man, all the more reason to love Socio class. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/7853166023685195286-2943355537271817791?l=becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/feeds/2943355537271817791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becauseilikelemons.blogspot.com/2010/10/saucy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.
